suddenly i remember how much i love you

{internet friend!tom headcanons}

for my girls over at spiderjizz, especially ruby who came up with this and let me steal the idea for this, larb you rubs!
tags: @grant-valdes-holland @sunrisehunny @spideyboys @lil-spidey @peterletmebeanavengerparker @captainswriting @quacksoff @spideryr00s @spideyyss @tomhollandisthicc @underoosie @marvelsdaughter @ladysnowren @spideyyparker @rooyeun @focused-on-holland @toms-spidey

  • okay so to start you had no idea it was tom to begin with
    • his username was “marvels-biggest-fanboyxx”
    • and he obviously didn’t go by tom but by his middle name stanley instead
    • there was never really a tip-off that it was tom
  • you just knew whoever was behind this screen made some badass edits
    • seriously they were some of the best gif edits you had seen
  • you also knew he posted some photos and videos of tom that no one had really seen before
    • “where’d you get that picture of tom? i’ve never seen it before?”
    • “oh i got it from a friend.”
    • “i’ve never seen that video before, where’d you find it?”
    • “i had to search through a lot of youtube videos”
  • anyways, you messaged whoever this stanley was because he seemed cool and you were really just looking for friends
  • you would have been building this friendship for months
    • he had basically become your best friend on this website
    • you send “stanley” pictures of tom all. the. time.
    • “snslsnsos did you see tom’s hair in his latest ig story like stab me in the fAcE”
    • “ahahahahah yeah same”
    • “tom had such a nice ass i wonder what it feels like”
    • and tom is laughing at this, thinking “real nice. it feels real nice.”
    • but you just get “i bet it feels really nice” in response
  • aside from him being your best friend, you don’t know much about him personally
  • and you totally respect his privacy about that
  • and one day “stanley” finally asks if you wanted to skype
  • and you of course jump at the opportunity because you had become so close to each other
    • you told him practically everything
    • he told you everything he could without giving away the fact that he was actually tom
  • you swap skype users and very soon after you call him
  • and you’re sitting there waiting for it to connect and wondering why the hell you’re so nervous about this
    • he’s one of your best friends for crying out loud
  • anyways it connects and you don’t see his face instead you see Tessa
  • at first you’re thinking “stanley what the hell”
  • and then it clicks like “wait a minute, i know that dog” and your eyes widen and the only thought in your brain is “no way, this must be a joke”
  • tom them pops onto the screen, holding tessa all “hello darling!”
    • mainly because he knows how much you love it when he says that
    • and you definitely ranted to him about how badly you wanted him to call you that
  • you just kind of sit there somewhat in shock going on and on about how “this is a joke. this is seriously a joke. there is no way i am on a skype call with tom holland”
  • and tom just laughs and says “it’s not a joke, darling, it’s actually me”
  • and you’re feeling so flustered and slightly embarrassed because you had basically talked about him all the time to him
  • lots and lots of blushing from you
    • tom finds it completely adorable
  • after your first initial call you guys become skype buddies
    • you’d try to call nearly everyday when you could
    • it took you ages for you to stop blushing at the SIGHT of him
  • it took a while for you to be calm around him and not blush every time he looked at you
    • tom found this absolutely adorable
  • you soon realize you don’t really have much to talk about
  • mainly because all you did was talk about him with him
  • so you talk about spider-man and all the other avengers because he’s such a marvel nerd
  • you take quizzes online to see who’s better and smarter with their avengers trivia
    • there’s lots of teasing afterwards from the winning party
  • after a while, tom gives you his phone number which is a huge step for him
  • just so he can call you and have late night calls over the phone
    • you always want to talk but you don’t want your phone bill to be absolutely insane
    • “tom i really wanna talk but my phONE BILL”
    • “pfft i’ll pay for it now please just stay on the phone with me, i wanna talk to you”
  • you guys fall asleep on the phone quite frequently because neither of you want to hang up
  • okay and hear me on this
  • tom would definitely be the type to surprise you by paying a visit to your hometown
  • and not telling you a single thing about it
  • he just sits and waits for you to figure it out
  • you’d be sitting at home in your pajamas having only woken up a few hours ago
  • and tom would skype you while he’s walking around your city/town
  • and you’re just casually talking until “hey wait a second I KNOW THAT THE CAFE”
  • he just laughs at you and probably winks
  • you’re in a slight bit of denial and don’t think twice about it before running out on the streets in your pajamas
    • which typically consist of spandex shorts and a hoodie most nights
    • it didn’t matter if it was two miles away you ran the whole entire way there
  • and your first real life meeting you run into him, knocking him backwards because you had been running so fast
  • you just stand there in front of him in your pajamas, red in the face and out of breath with your hands on your knees
    • “i just ran…two miles…to see if you…were actually here”
    • he laughs because there’s his adorable girl in front of him in her pjs who ran into town just to see him
    • he feel pretty flattered
  • it’s a little awkward though
    • he goes for a hug and you go for a handshake
    • you both kind of awkwardly laugh and switch the roles
    • more awkward laughing ensues because we’re good friends but we’ve never actually met in person before oH nO
    • but he just pulls you into a tight hug and your cheeks flush and you realize that he smells really good
  • tom offers to talk you out to breakfast in your pajamas
    • it’s pretty adorable to say the least
    • he definitely makes a comment about them
    • “by the way i love the outfit darling”
    • you just sit there pretty mortified
    • “alaodjsosnSHUT UP TOM”
  • and after he takes you to breakfast he begs you to show him around
    • “please y/n i really wanna see where you grew up”
    • “tom”
    • “please please please”
    • “tom i’m iN mY pAJAMaS”
    • “i don’t care, cmon please”
    • “!!!no i’m at least going back home to get actual pants”
  • and toms pretty confused and he’s like “what am i supposed to do then?”
  • “you come with me doofus”
  • he’s pretty shook because he actually gets to see where you live
    • even if it is for two seconds while you change
  • you get to your house and go to change completely forgetting about the old baby, school, and family photos hanging on the walls
  • he’s completely enthralled by them all
    • “aw y/n look at you! you’re so cute and tiny”
    • “jsksl thOMAS NO STOP”
  • you’re completely mortified because all of  those are the worst photos of your entire existence
  • and when you actually change you have to physically drag him out of the house
    • “aw but i wanted to see more pictures”
    • “you can see more later”
    • that’s a lie you don’t ever want him seeing old pictures of you again
  • the whole time you’re showing him around he never stops smiling
  • because you’re actually glowing when you explain things and tell him your different childhood stories
  • and then you suddenly remember that time you talked about how nice his ass is
    • you just stop in the middle of the sidewalk and tom’s looking at you so confused
    • “oH mY GOD IM SORRY ABOUT THAT ASS COMMENT I MADE BEFORE”
    • he just sits there and laughs at you
    • “it’s okay love i promise”
    • you’re still mortified by it
  • so!! much!! blushing!!
    • not just from you but from him too
  • overall you spend the entire day together creating so many new memories and inside jokes
    • you take lots of silly pictures together
    • and of each other
  • you’re pretty bummed when he has to leave to go back home
    • “do you have to leave?”
    • “unfortunately love”
    • “i’ll miss you this was fun, next time warn me though”
    • and he laughs and nods and promises he will
  • “i’m serious though i’m really going to miss you”
  • “i know darling i’ll miss you too”
  • and wow i need tom as my internet friend right now
I was doing well, and then one thing hit and after that I can barely lift my head up from everything thats crashed down onto me.
And half of it is because of you.
After you left, I hid my feelings so well that I even forgot I felt them. I used forgetting as a way to heal, I forgot to feel the emotions that come after a breakup and I was doing so well because of that.
But now I’m remembering. And since I’ve started I cant stop. I remember being there the first time our hands intertwined and I remember the way it felt to be so close to you. and I remember every single phone call that we had. And all that may sound nice, because it did make me smile, it did make me laugh thinking about the things you’d say but then it just hurt because your not here. none of that is here anymore.
You use to text me in all caps saying you loved me and now you don’t even look in my direction. You can’t even say hello anymore..
And it hurts, because now that I remember how it felt to be there, to have you, to love and be loved, I miss you.
I miss you so damn much and I can’t breathe because suddenly I’m reminded of when you ended things. and then the picture flashes through my mind of you with her.
And now I can’t even get out of bed anymore because life hurts too damn much.
Because I’m reminded of how people can wake up one day and decide that they don’t love you anymore. and I’m so scared that everyone I have ever known will leave.
.
—  you screwed me up
Breakups

Aries:  “You weren’t just a part of my life you were all of it.  Now I can’t let you go without losing myself too”

Taurus:  “Sometimes I’ll walk the same paths we used to tread together, go to the cafes we used to eat in together, lay on the side of the bed you used to sleep in.  I wonder if you do the same”

Gemini:  “I should have known.  When I slept next to and woke up to a different person, when I wished for a side of you I thought was there, and when I stopped expecting you to keep your promises.”

Cancer:  “There’s a very fine line between understanding someone and making up excuses for someone, and I guess I was just too dumb to see it”

Leo:  “I’d like to think it was all your fault.  But now I see that it’s also mine.  I shouldn’t have let you hurt me, and I shouldn’t have let you be the one to end it”

Virgo:  “You’re not allowed to call me a bitch or an idiot for leaving.  I realized that I deserved better than you, and you should have realized that you weren’t worth my time”

Libra:  “It’s not that there’s too much, it’s actually because there’s a lack of it.  I don’t hate you, I just don’t care.  There’s nothing left to feel, you’ve exhausted and you’ve drained me”

Scorpio:  “It’s funny how much you meant to me.  it’s funny how close we used to be.  It’s funny walking by you in the halls, it’s like passing by a universe light years apart, yet inches away”

Sagittarius:  “You don’t get to hurt me anymore, and don’t be surprised that your heart’s broken.  I was simply returning the favor”

Capricorn:  “From time to time I wondered what it would have been like if I had never let you go.  But then I remembered that it would have been like being tied down to a weight, and suddenly flying alone didn’t seem too bad”

Aquarius:  “Love is weird.  It made me believe in something that wasn’t there, rely on someone that wasn’t there”

Pisces:  “I hate how your presence has bled into every corner of my life. I can’t even turn on the radio without crying, remembering how you would sing all these songs with me”

Hickeys (Smut)

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Request: Can you do a smut where you wake up next to shawn after a hot night and he wakes you up with hickeys and morning sex ? (Obviously you gave him consent to wake you up like this before haha) ?

Word Count: 1,773

Hickeys

I felt the sunlight from the window burn into my skin. Whenever Shawn was the last one to go to bed, he always forgot shutting the curtains. It never woke him up when the room started to become light, but it always ended up pulling me out of my sleep.

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Longing

Originally posted by beui

words: 4k+
genre: angsty-ish? with a hint of fluff
a/n: okay, so i’ve been getting a lot of yoongi feels lately & i just wanted to get it all out before it did some serious damage to me lol also, i’ve been feeling the need to get back into writing so what better way than writing about yoongi, amirite? ;D

summary: min yoongi was a workaholic and he was going to lose the best part of him if he didn’t wake up and realize just how much it was going to hurt if you left him.

Min Yoongi was everything you’ve ever asked for. He was more than just the love of your life. He was your soulmate, your rock, your pillar. He was what grounded you down when your mind slipped in and out sometimes.

Dating the man had its ups and downs, though. Yoongi was a workaholic. His music came before anything else in his life, even if it meant you. You tried to understand just how much music meant to him, but that didn’t mean you didn’t try to reason with Yoongi about how much time he was spending in his studio. He never really listened to you despite your attempts to get him to sleep early and rest, though.

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Someday Your Child May Cry

Previous: Question | Preparations | Irrational | Confession | Collateral | Thoughtless | Interrupted | Recovering | Irresponsible | Possibility | Devastation | Confrontation | Generous | Confirmation | Understanding | Sight | Insatiable




18. Agreement

There’s almost nothing about what Scully is seeing that indicates to her that she might be dreaming. Everything is solid, firm, corporeal, not a hint of fog around the edges, anywhere she looks. Her apartment, as she wanders through it, looks precisely as it always does, not a plant or a picture frame out of place.

The only clue that this isn’t real is, at first, the fish tank, instantly recognizable as Mulder’s, sitting against the wall in the corner of her living room.

She crosses the room to investigate, frowning in confusion, when the sound of Mulder’s voice, drifting through the apartment, catches her attention. It’s muffled, as though coming from behind a closed door, but she thinks that….

Her confusion deepens. Is Mulder singing?

His voice, she deduces, is coming from her spare bedroom, the door to which is closed. She recognizes the song that he’s singing in a low, warbling voice- it’s something she remembers hearing on the radio pretty frequently a few years back. It had caused her heart to clench in her chest, the first time she’d heard it, because it had reminded her of her father.

“Remember all the songs you sang for me
When we went sailing on an emerald bay?
And like a ship out on the ocean, I’m rocking you to sleep.
The water’s dark, and deep inside this ancient heart,
You’ll always be a part of me.”

Scully pushes open the door to find that the room has been completely transformed. The walls have been painted a soft peach, the plaid drapes on the window have been replaced with white lace, and in place of the full-size bed that once stood against the left-hand wall, there’s now a handsome cherry crib. Mulder is standing in front of it, facing away from the door, rocking slowly back and forth. He turns when he hears her approach.

Nestled in his arms, fast asleep, is a newborn baby girl.

“Hey,” Mulder says in a low voice, smiling softly at Scully. “I finally got her to sleep.” He looks incredibly proud of himself, and his expression melts into one of total devotion as he gazes down at the little pink bundle in his arms. Scully crosses the room to them slowly. “Isn’t she beautiful?”

“She is,” Scully agrees, standing by his side and looking down into the tiny, scrunched face. The baby snuffles in her sleep, then quiets back down. Scully reaches out, slowly, reverently, and strokes the soft, downy fluff on top of her head. Mulder lifts her up and presses a tender kiss to the baby’s forehead.

“She’s got your nose,” he tells Scully. “Lucky girl.” Scully chuckles.

“This is another dream,” she says quietly, and Mulder becomes serious. They’ve been continuing to share dreams- not every night, but often enough- in the week since being rescued from the underground fungus on Brown Mountain.

“Yeah, it is,” he agrees. “It’s a good one, though, isn’t it?”

“Definitely,” Scully says. She leans against Mulder’s shoulder, watching him watch the baby. “Is this one mine, or yours, do you think?” Mulder frowns.

“I think….” He hesitates, glancing down at her. “Is my fish tank out in the living room, Scully?” She nods. “I think it’s mine, then. Unless you’re harboring concerns for the well-being of my fish that you haven’t shared with me, I don’t know why you would imagine their tank into your living room… whereas I’ve pictured it plenty of times before.” His gaze doesn’t waver as she processes the implications of what he’s telling her.

“So….” She swallows hard. This is the question, the one they’ve been dancing around ever since she’d asked him to help her, the one she’s been too frightened to ask him for nearly a year now. She’s still terrified, even now, when she knows she’s dreaming, that none of this is real. “When you think about the future… about after the baby is born… this is what you imagine?”

“Yeah,” he tells her, and in his eyes, she can suddenly see that he’s every bit as afraid as she is. “Yeah, Scully, it is.”

He imagines being here, in her apartment. Living here, presumably, if his fish are here. Holding their baby. Singing her to sleep. Holding her, kissing her, doting on her like any awestruck and devoted parent would do.

He imagines being a father to their child.

“What do you imagine, Scully?” he asks her, his voice shaking ever so slightly. She looks down at the child in his arms, sleeping peacefully, and strokes their daughter’s velvety cheek.

“This,” she whispers. She looks up at him to find his eyes full of joy and relief. “I imagine this.”

The dream fades out as Mulder bends and presses his lips to hers.

—————————

Mulder slowly surfaces from sleep to find Scully already awake. She’s facing him in her bed, her eyes shining in the dim light from her bedroom window. He can’t quite make out her expression in the dark, but if he had to guess, he’d say that she’s nervous.

“So,” he says, his voice sleep-rough and slurring, “think there’s any chance that this means we’re having a girl?” The tension drains from her face, and she laughs weakly.

“You really were dreaming that with me, then?” she asks. “I was scared it might just be wishful thinking on my part.” He shakes his head. “How long have you felt this way?” 

“Truthfully?” She nods. “Since long before you ever asked me to help you do this.” She’s suddenly perfectly still- he’s not even sure she’s breathing- and he worries that he’s said too much. 

“When did it start?” Her tone of voice is difficult to read, but he decides, the hell with it, he’s telling her the full truth for once.

“Not long after I fell in love with you,” he admits. Her hand gropes on the mattress between them, and he reaches out and takes hold of it.

“Which was when?” she whispers.

“Do you remember John Lee Roche?” he asks her, and she shudders.

“How could I forget?” He nods- it’s a stupid question, really.

“Do you remember, after it was all over, when we were back in the office and you told me to go home and sleep?” 

“I remember thinking you wouldn’t listen to me,” she says. “I think you hugged me?”

“Yeah,” he says. “I was sitting in my chair, and you were standing next to me, and I leaned over and put my arm around your waist.”

“My hips, really,” Scully interjects, and he chuckles.

“Okay, your hips,” he amends. “I’ll admit, I knew I was probably pushing the bounds of what you would consider appropriate, but you didn’t stop me. You held my head against your stomach-”

“Against my breasts, wasn’t it?”

“Woman, will you let me tell you this story or not?” She laughs. “Anyway, you held me and stroked my hair, and I just… I felt so safe, all of a sudden, in spite of everything that had happened. I felt this incredible surge of affection and I realized… no one in the world had ever made me feel the way that you did. The way that you do.” He strokes her cheek. “And from that moment, I knew that I loved you.”

“Mulder….” Her voice breaks on the ragged edge of her tears, and she closes the space between them, kissing him deeply.

“I don’t want to miss anything, Scully,” he tells her when they finally draw apart. “I want to be here with you for all of it, if you’ll have me.” She holds his hands in both of hers and kisses his knuckles tenderly.

“I’d like that, Mulder,” she says.

Don’t Leave (Jeff x Reader)

Hello everyone! This is my first imagine on this blog, so I hope you enjoy! Please send in requests if you would like to see more!



“Hannah” You groan as the car comes to a halt. “Why couldn’t we of just stayed at mine?” Hannah rolls her eyes at you before taking her seatbelt off.

“Because, you and Jeff haven’t spoken in a week and Jeff is coming tonight. So, you two are going to fix things!” She demands with a smile before hopping out of the car before you can protest. You groan once more as you get out and follow her to the home of Jessica Davis. 

“Okay tell me this, I know for a fact that me and Jeff isn’t the only reason you wanted to come tonight.” You smirk linking arms with hers. “Has it got anything to do with Mr Clay Jensen?” You wiggle your eyebrows as Hannah bites her lip holding back her smile giving away the answer which you already knew.

“Oh shut up Y/N.” She laughs as you two reach the house. 

You suddenly become nervous as you barge your way through the swarm of already drunken teenagers. Usually you love a good party, but tonight the thought of seeing Jeff scared you. You two hadn’t spoken for a week since your fight. He didn’t like the fact that you were spending lots of time with Justin Foley who has been one of your best friends since you were children. Jeff believed that you and Justin had something going on and being the person you are, you didn’t let him get away with that accusation.

“Y/N! Hannah! My very best friends!” A cheery voice comes from behind you and as you spin around you are met with a very happy Clay. “I’ve been waiting for you guys to arrive, here, I already got you both a drink.” You chuckle as you take the drink from his hand.

“What’s gotten in to you Jensen?” You say with an amused look on your face. 

“Oh, I’m just happy that you two finally decided to show up!” 

“Sorry, it took me a while to drag little miss Y/L/N out of the house.” Hannah rolls her eyes before taking a sip of her drink.

“So… Have you um seen him yet?” Clay asks awkwardly as he looks around the room. 

“Nope.” You shake your head and take a sip of your drink, the alcohol slightly burning your throat. 

“Atkins! Atkins! Atkins!” You spoke to soon. You turn your head and see him walk through the door. Your heart beat immediately begins to thump at a fast pace. He catches your eye and you look away, bringing your attention back to Clay and Hannah who’s giving you a sympathetic smile. 

“Well, I need another drink.” You breathe out as you begin to down the one in your hand.

“But I just gave you-” Clay stops himself as he see’s you finish your once full cup. “Okay then…”

——

A few drinks later you are stumbling through the crowds to find your other two best friends Jessica and Justin. 

“Y/N/N!” Justin calls out with a smile as you reach them in the corner of the living room. 

“Bitchhhhh!” Jessica yells throwing her arms in the air to greet you. 

“Bitchhhh!” You reply, mimicking Jessica’s actions. 

“Have you spoken to the prick?” Justin asks as he rolls his eyes. You chuckle slightly. Justin hasn’t exactly been Jeff’s biggest fan after your fight. When you told him what happened all he did was laugh at the fact that Jeff thought you were together.

“No, I’ve only seen him a few times and then went the complete opposite direction to where he was.” You sigh. “I don’t even think he cares that I’m here.”

“Well…” Jessica nods her head to something behind you. “I beg to differ seeing as he can’t keep his eyes off of you.” 

You frown before turning around the see Jeff at the other side of the room, his eyes on you and only you. Turning back to your friends you take a deep breath before finishing your drink and putting the empty cup on the table. 

“I need some air.” You walk, or should I say stumble, out of the house and into the front garden. You really wanted to speak to Jeff but what would you say? A whistle knocks you out of your thoughts.

“Hello baby girl.” An arm that didn’t belong to Jeff is thrown over your shoulder. You look up to see none other than Montgomery De La Cruz smirking down at you. 

“I am not your baby girl.” You spat wriggling out of his grasp just for him to grab your arm and pull you closer.

“Oh come on Y/L/N.” He tightens his grip. “I’ve been watching you all night and you haven’t been with Jeff at all. So why don’t I show you how to have some fun?” He whispers the last part into your ear making you tense up, feeling uncomfortable.

“Fuck off Monty.” You struggle to get out of his grip.

“Just let me show you how to have a good time princess.”

“Monty, I said fuck-” Before you can finish your sentence Monty is aggressively pulled away from you.

“She said fuck off Monty.” A voice full of anger spits. A wave of relief flushes over you as you see Jeff stood in front of you, towering over Montgomery. 

“Come on Atkins, you weren’t giving her any attention so I thought I would step in.” He winks at you causing Jeff to clench his fists.

“Stay away from her or I swear to god I’ll beat the shit out of you.” You widen your eyes in shock. Angry Jeff was rare but when it did happen, it was scary. You step in before a fight breaks out, intertwining you fingers with Jeff’s causing him to calm down.

“Come on.” You say calmly, tugging Jeff away. He takes a deep breath before walking you to a quiet area. 

Once you stop walking you both stare at each other for a while in silence. God you missed him. 

“Baby I’m so sorry.” He finally says taking your hands in his, guilt evident in those beautiful eyes. “I shouldn’t of accused you of having feelings for Justin, he’s your best friend.” 

“It’s okay Jeff, I’m sorry for getting so mad. I hate when we fight and not talking to you was so hard.” You sigh.

“I’m shouldn’t of just ignored you like that princess. I’m a terrible boyfriend.”

“Jeff.” You laugh. “You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me, don’t let a little fight like this tell you otherwise.”

Jeff places his hands on your waist before pulling you closer to him. The smell of his aftershave hits you and you suddenly remembered how much you missed his scent. He slowly reaches down and places his forehead against yours, breathing out, his hot breath against your face. 

“I love you so much Y/N, Y/L/N.” He mumbles pressing his lips against yours. You smile as you kiss him back, missing the feel of him.

“I love you too Jeff Atkins.” You whisper against his lips before he pulls you against his chest, wrapping his arms around you holding you tight as if you’ll leave if he lets go. He kisses your forehead as you wrap your arms around his torso, happy that you are finally back in his arms.

Proximity (07)-IDFC

Prompt: Sebastian meets his newest neighbor and immediately finds her to be an interesting and genuine person. Before he knows it, he’s developing feelings for his much younger friend that he tries not to act on because of their age difference, only the proximity of their lives has other things in store for the couple.

A/N: https://open.spotify.com/track/6y6jbcPG4Yn3Du4moXaenr        Also I may have promised last night that this would be up then BUT I got really busy and then decided to add a whole lot more to this chapter than originally planned so I am sorry for that :(

Warnings: language 

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(00) Prologue, (01) My Place at Six, (02) Just My Neighbor, (03) Forty Percent, (04) Writing My Goodbyes, (05) If You Want, (06) Oblivion, (08) Last Night, (09) Boo at the Zoo pt. 1,  (10) Boo at the Zoo Pt.2, (11) Girlfriend 


Tom arrived at the college only a few minutes before (Y/N) had finished grading a stack of short essays, a quiz from two weeks ago, and then inputting them into the university’s database. He waited patiently as she worked, making light and slightly awkward conversation with her that she hadn’t had since meeting people she shared classes with.

“So where are you from?” he asked while awkwardly folding his hands in his lap.

“Texas,” she said proudly.

“Really? I haven’t been there; how is it?” he asked while sitting up straight in the chair Isabel had lounged in a matter of hours ago.

“Hot and flat but it’s home and I miss it,” she replied, catching a smile come across her face as she thought of the open plains of home.

“Do you plan on moving back when you finish school?” 

“I hadn’t thought about it, actually,” (Y/N) said with a light laugh. “I guess I’d like to if the opportunity came. What about you? Are you planning to move any closer to LA for work?” Tom shrugged in his jacket as (Y/N) closed the program and turned off her monitor.

“I had planned to but I ended up moving a few miles down the street from my parents’ house,” he said with a chuckle.

“You have a lot of family right?” (Y/N) tried to asked without sounding weird. “I mean you involve them a lot in your fame journey.”

“Yeah, we’re all real close. There’s me, the twins, Harry and Sam, and then the youngest, Paddy.” As if changing the conversation, he rose from the chair and held open the door to (Y/N)’s office as she exited. She hurried to lock the door and then the pair made their way toward the elevator and then through the streets of New York City.

(Y/N) was surprised at how her day and gone from going to breakfast with Sebastian, to going clubbing with Tom. As soon as she gave the thought any attention, her heart twisted in her chest. Did Tom think this was a date? WAS this a date? Before (Y/N) could give more thought to the situation, Tom had gotten them into the club much more quickly than she would usually have been allowed in alone.

Through the thumping of the music and the roar of voices, (Y/N) could hardly hear Tom as he yelled over the commotion. Spotting his friends in the corner, he grabbed (Y/N)’s hand and escorted her through the sea of people crowding the bar. (Y/N) immediately recognized the people gathered around a table with a pitcher of alcohol centered in the middle. Obviously Harrison would be there but there was also Zendaya, Jacob, and Tom’s younger brother Harry. Once in sight of his friends, Tom let go of (Y/N)’s hand, certain she wouldn’t be able to get lost in a crowd given her proximity to the rest of the group.

“And who is this?” Zendaya teased Tom as he eased himself between Harrison and Harry.

“This is (Y/N),” Tom announced. “I met her at breakfast this morning.”

“We had breakfast with you this morning,” Harry interrupted while motioning to himself and Harrison.

“Where was she then?” Harrison continued to pester Tom.

“I ate before you two touched down from London and then ate Second Breakfast with you guys at the airport,” Tom said.

“What about second breakfasts,” (Y/N) teased under her breath, earning a hearty laugh from Harry and Jacob.

“Well it’s nice to meet you,” Zendaya said while moving over to make room for her.

“What’s your poison?” Jacob asked as he rose to get another round for the group.

“Surprise me,” (Y/N) laughed, trying to settle herself into her new company. Tom poured himself a glass of the pitcher of beer sitting in front of him then did the same for (Y/N). She accepted, still unsure of her status when it came to him, and didn’t waste time with pretending to be ladylike. She drank the beer with three or four long swigs and then placed her empty glass on the table just as Jacob returned not more than five minutes after leaving.

From casually observing Harrison, Tom, and Jacob’s Instagram stories for the past two years, (Y/N) knew that their music preferences were fairly different from hers, but there was one thing that she knew was universally popular across the world at the moment which just happened to come on: ‘Despacito.’ Immediately, Jacob hurried to put the drinks on the table, grab his, and then rush to the closest conglomerate of people dancing. Not shortly after the song began, Harrison, Harry and Zendaya had all joined him followed by Tom who stretched his arm out to (Y/N), kindly inviting her to come along for the fun. She grabbed the bottle Jacob had brought for her and followed Tom toward the group, enjoying the small spin he lead her into as they started moving with the flow of the crowd. It wasn’t a fair match up between Tom and (Y/N). She was horrible at dancing and he had a background in ballet, but despite occasionally stepping on his feet, Tom continually assured her that she wasn’t doing as badly as she felt she was trying to learn bachata from him. Slowly, the music faded into ‘No Diggity’ and the rhythm and motion of the people around her changed from latin movements to slowly throwing hips and asses in circles. From enjoyment and under the minimal effects of her second drink, (Y/N) joined in on the fun and felt her hips begin to sway in sultry circles as Jacob jokingly came up beside her and started dancing against her left thigh. She couldn’t help but laugh as Harrison began to do the same to Zendaya and the girls continued their laughter as Harry and Tom jumped in on the friendly action. With as much fun as (Y/N) was having being out of the apartment for once and being able to joke around and have a few friends to joke around with, there was still a sensation of guilt that flowed through her heart, especially when it came to any contact she had with Tom. 

For the rest of the night, other than the one instance of him and Jacob grinding on her legs, he didn’t push anything or try to pursue her in any way until another latin based song called ‘Loca’ played. He rose from the table they were all sitting around, sipping on their drinks and munching on the food they had snuck in, and then offered (Y/N) his hand again. “I need to finish the bachata lesson,” he said with a smile. After her eighth drink of who knows what that night, (Y/N) rose without any hint of hesitation or reluctance and followed Tom to the dance floor. She didn’t flinch under his touch this time and even laid her hands on his shoulder and in his hand without feeling awkward.

“I’m glad you could come out tonight,” he smiled as he lead their feet in rhythm with the music.

“Thanks for inviting me,” she said over the pounding music directly into his ear.

“Any time!” he shouted back. “If you ever need anything, I’m just a text away.” (Y/N) smiled softly at his offer but her guilt had finally broken the stone barrier and cracked across her face. “What’s wrong?” Tom asked, bending closer to her ear and lowering his voice.

“It’s nothing,” she sighed. “I just–”

“If this is about Sebastian, I didn’t invite you out as my date,” Tom quickly assured.

“You didn’t?” she asked while pulling further from his ear and shooting him a look of confusion.

“No!” he yelled over the increased volume in music. “I mean, you’re gorgeous, but I just figured you’d want to get out with some people your age occasionally when the old grouches start picking at you too much,” he joked.

“So we’re platonically cool?” she asked with a smile

“Of course!” Tom called to her while laughing. “I mean, I have no idea how it happened but it’s obvious Sebastian’s in love with you! I can see why he’d fall for you, but how he got you to fall for him is blowing my mind,” Tom laughed. Suddenly, (Y/N) remembered she had turned her phone on Airplane Mode to save her battery.

“Shit!” she muttered and slid her phone from her back pocket and turned back on its regular settings to reveal six missed calls from Sebastian and eight missed texts. “I’ve gotta go,” she hurried while trying to slip away from Tom.

“What’s wrong?” he quickly asked while following her through the club.

“I completely forgot Sebastian was coming over tonight and my phone was off and I missed all of his messages and he thinks something happened–”

“Calm down,” he said hurriedly while following her outside and getting her a cab. “It will be okay,” he reassured her. Taking it upon himself to ensure a slightly drunken (Y/N)’s safety at three in the morning in NYC, Tom slipped into the cab, rode with her to her apartment building, and made sure she made it inside safely before heading back to the club. (Y/N) hurried into the elevator and rode it all the way up, passing her floor, and rushing straight to Sebastian’s door. It didn’t take but one knock before he threw himself off the couch and pulled the door open.

“I’m so sorry!” she hurried. “My I turned my phone on battery saver and forgot to turn it back and I didn’t get any of your messages and I’m so sorry!” The more she slurred her words together and the more red her face became from embarrassment, she became even more self-conscious of the way she looked. Here she was, half drunk, stumbling over the words in her mouth, panicking about the panicked tone she read in his messages and in his voice with each voicemail he left. “I’m sorry, Sebastian, I didn’t mean to make you worry. Tom invited me to hang out with some of the Spider-Man cast and I completely forgot about tonight and–”

“You’ve been out all night and I didn’t know where you were, but right now, I don’t fucking care!” he stated before pulling her into his apartment, closing the door, and wrapping his arms around her. “I’m just glad you’re okay,” he stated. “There was a hit and run right outside the campus coffee shop you like to go to and then I couldn’t get ahold of you. I tried calling your office,” he sighed into her hair and tightened his grasp on her body, causing her to feel small and safe. “I’m just glad you’re okay.” His hand grasped at the base of her neck and he felt her hair twist in his fingers.

“Are you mad at me?” (Y/N) asked as she breathed in the mix of his shampoo and laundry detergent on his shirt.

“Of course not, (Y/N)” he said while pulling away his head from hers to look into her eyes. She couldn’t bring herself to look at him. Too much had happened in the last eighteen hours for her to know what the hell she was feeling and what the hell she was supposed to be feeling. “Look at me,” he said softly while grazing his thumb across her cheek and propping up her face with his pinky finger. “I can tell you’re a little drunk and I’m sorry if this isn’t the right time, but I can’t do this anymore. I don’t fucking care what anyone thinks about this, about us. I have feelings for you, (Y/N) and I’m pretty sure you feel them too, but we both keep acting like they’re not there.”

“Sebastian,” she said while trying to push herself away from him, afraid of what bringing their emotions into the light would mean for them.

“Maybe you’re too good for me, but I can’t do this. I can’t allow you to be such a huge part of my life without you knowing how much you mean to me.” Confidence and fear swirled through his eyes as (Y/N) looked up to him for support.

“Seb, you know this isn’t the best decision,” she tried to say in a clam tone but come out shaky. 

“I. Don’t. Fucking. Care.” His words were definite as hope entered the mixture of emotions controlling his body. His heart seemed as though it was filled with helium and lead, simultaneously floating and sinking within his body as he tried to read (Y/N)’s body language. “To me, you are worth every excuse there is not to do this.”

“Am I honestly good for your image?”

“You’re one of the smartest, most creative, and kindest people I know, and if the world saw that, they’d see you bring out the best in me, but if you don’t want the world to know, we can keep it quiet.”

“I’m way too young for you,” she tried to stammer. “You don’t need a bunch of hateful articles about being a cradle robber.”

“I don’t care about the age gap. There are much more important things to be concerned about in a relationship than an age difference. The people who matter will understand that.”

“Everyone will chalk this up to being nothing more than convenience and a matter of proximity.”

“Let them! Proximity is what lead you to entering my life and if they want to say that’s the reason we’re together then, well, they’re not wrong, but you and I both know that’s not the whole of what we are to one another.” (Y/N) anxiously ran her fingers through her hair and started to twirl thin strands between her index and middle fingers. “If you don’t feel the same way about me, it’s okay. Don’t think I’m trying to pressure you into something, I just really want you to know this, but if you have no interest–”

“I don’t have no interest,” she tried to say. “Damn double-negatives,” she muttered. Sebastian couldn’t help but crack a coy grin as she cursed under her breath. “What I mean is that I feel the same way,” she said in one long deep breath. “But there’s still a lot of things you don’t know about me and it’s not fair for me to get into a relationship before you know the full amount of baggage on my shoulders.”

“When you’re around, (Y/N), you make me feel normal, like I’m just a regular guy, and that makes me so incredibly happy. I would gladly accept your baggage because you’ve already accepted mine without even thinking.” His hand gently stroked her hair and she smiled up at him, still wondering if what was happening was a hundred percent real. “What do you say?” (Y/N) bit her lip to keep the small joyous tears threatening to fall from escaping her eyes. Her head began to nod up and down before her vocal chords could loosen enough for words to be formed.

A small, constricted ‘yes’ piped from her mouth as Sebastian swept her up in his arms, gently lifting her from the ground and holding her tightly against his chest.  

Finally ♡ Ethan

Summary: Ever since you were little you had the biggest crush on Ethan and when the twins leave to pursue their dream you think you’ll never see them again. After years you reunite and you realize your feelings never changed. But how does Ethan feel about you? (Warning: ends a little smutty.)

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You could remember the time that Grayson, Ethan, Cameron and you were really close. You could remember all the times you played hide and seek almost like it was yesterday. When you were little you were neighboors for over more than ten years.

You guys did everything together. When the Dolan family moved away it felt like it was the end of the world for you. The reason why you thought you could never be happy again, was Ethan. Ethan Grant Dolan.

While you grew up together you slowly developed a big crush for Ethan and those feelings never really gone away; even when he moved to another place and you were certain you would never see him again. Of course you never told him you liked him, afraid that you would get rejected and that it would ruin your friendship.

Sometimes, but only sometimes, you thought that Ethan felt the same way about you. But you were never really sure and because you were too afraid to tell him you never found out. After Grayson and Ethan moved away to pursue their dreams, you regretted that you never told him. Perhaps it could have worked out between you two.

Seeing them become really famous and staying the same person as they were when they were younger made you the proudest friend in the whole world. But from time to time you felt a little sad too. If you had told him you like him then maybe, just maybe, you could have experienced all these amazing things with them.

Through the years you had stayed close with Cameron. When she offered to let you stay a few weeks at her house in the summer you decided to visit her. Grayson and Ethan had also returned for the summer to spend time with their family and friends, so it was a great opportunity to see if you still liked Ethan. You probably did. But you had the feeling that things had changed between you and he just saw you as a friend, nothing more. You guess you would find out soon enough…

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‘Oh my God! I’m so excited you’re here, Y/N. It has been ages. How are you?’ Cameron asks with a big smile on her face. Her eyes were sparkling and her skin was glowing; she looked stunning - as always. She leans in for a hug and holds you tight. You felt so happy; it was almost as you were home again after years of being away. When she pulls back to look at you, you can’t help but see the person she was ten years ago. As if she had never changed.

'I’m very good, Cam. I passed all my exams and everything is great at home. I feel so happy! And you?’ 'I’m good, thanks! How does it feel to be back here again?’ Cameron asks. You sigh. 'Oh, it feels as if I’m home again and nothing has changed. I love it,’ you respond.

Cameron giggles. 'Glad to hear that. So, should we go and see where the boys are? I think that they’ll go crazy when they see you. I haven’t told them anything about you visiting Jersey again.’ 'Yeah, sure! I’m kinda nervous, though,’ you chuckle. You try to swallow the lump in your throat. 'Naw, you don’t have to, Y/N. I’m sure it’ll be a nice surpirse. Come on.’

~~~~

It was a hot summer day. Ethan and Grayson were outside, swimming and chilling at the pool. You weren’t sure you could handle Ethan with wet hair and only wearing a bathing suit because only the thought of that made you weak, but you had to. As you walk with Cameron over the soft grass towards the boys, you felt the burning sun on your shoulders.

'E, Gray! Look who’s here!’ Cameron yells halfway. Ethan and Grayson turn their heads, and jump off from their sunbeds when they see your presence. The first thing you notice when you stand in front of them, is how tall and big they are. Holy shit, they looked so different than from the pictures you had seen on Instagram.

'Eeeeh…?’ Grayson hesitates, not knowing what to say. It was clear he didn’t know who you were. Ethan also looked like you were some kind of stranger. 'Hey,’ you greet them awkwardly. It is quiet for a moment, the only sound coming from the whistling birds in the trees.

'It’s Y/N!’ Cameron breaks the silence, raising her hands in the air. 'Oh!’ Grayson and Ethan say in unison. Their suddenly changed face expressions would have been hilarious if this wasn’t the most awkward situation which you had ever found yourself in. They looked at you so much different now, which made things even more uncomfortable.

Finally Grayson’s lips curl into a big smile. 'Y/N! How are you?!’ Grayson takes a step forward and wraps his arms around you. 'I haven’t seen you in so long.’ 'Yes, I’m fine, thank you Gray. So, what’s up?’

Grayson holds you for a second before he takes a step back, his hands placed on your shoulders. He shrugs and laughs. 'Oh, nothing much, really. I’m very glad to be back in Jersy though, and it’s so nice that you’re here too!’

'Thanks, I’m happy to be here as well.’ Grayson takes a step aside to make place for his brother and there he stands; Ethan Dolan. The most handsome and cutest boy to ever exist; right there, in front of you. 'Y/N,’ he says. He just stood there, as if his feet were frozen. Why didn’t he move? Did you look so hideous that he couldn’t hug you? Or shake your hand, for God’s sake?

'Hey, E,’ you say quietly. After what seemed like an eternity Ethan walks up to you. He bores his eyes into yours before he leans in and gives you a hug. Although he smelled heavenly and his arms felt like you wanted to be in them forever, the situation was still kind of awkward. And he didn’t hug you like Grayson did.

Ethan let’s go of you after like three seconds, and after that he refuses to look at you. You didn’t know what to think. You felt hurt. Really hurt. The fact that they didn’t even recognized you felt like someone had stabbed you in the back. How?! You guys had practically lived together for more than ten years.

~~~~

The four of you had just ate dinner, which Grayson had made. The food was pretty good but you couldn’t really focus on what you were eating. All you thought about was how extremely good Ethan looked and how sad it was that he didn’t had recognized you.

It was as if all the memories you had made together were forgotten. And the thing that hurt you the most was the fact dat Ethan barely looked at you or spoke with you. Maybe he didn’t want to be friends with you anymore.

Grayson on the other hand was really sweet and funny and was asking all types of questions about your life. He was really interested in your life and how you were doing. Secretly you hoped Ethan would do that too. But unfortunately, he didn’t. And it hurt you more than you wanted to admit.

~~~~

It was late in the evening and you were planning on going to bed. But since it was still very hot outside and you were thirsty you decided to drink a glass of cold water before you got ready for bed. It was almost completely dark in the kitchen, but you didn’t know where the light button was.

Luckily the cups were in the same kitchen cabinet on the same shelf as they were when you were little. And since there was a light in the fridge it wasn’t very hard to grab a bottle of water. When you close the fridge a big and dark figure stands in front of you, and you almost got a heart attack.

'Aaah!’ you scream loudly. Suddenly you can’t feel your legs anymore and if it wasn’t for a strong pair of arms who grabbed you, you would have fallen onto the floor.

'Oh my gosh,’ you hear Ethan’s worried voice very close to your face as he carries you to the couch. He places you gently between the pillows while you quickly grab one, as if you would you fall of the couch if you hadn’t something to hold on to.

You let out a deep, frustrated sigh. 'Ethan! What the hell! What are you doing here?’ After he had put on the light he comes sitting next to you. 'I-I’m sorry for scaring you. That really wasn’t my intention.’ 'You better be sorry. You almost gave me a heart attack!’ you respond, a hand on your chest.

He looked so guilty that you almost felt sorry for him. It would have been funny if it really didn’t feel like your heart was going to pop out. 'I know. I’m really sorry,’ Ethan apologizes again, placing his hand on your thigh. You push it away. 'What is it?’ you ask, not doing any effort to hide the irritated tone in your voice.

'I need to talk to you about something… I want to say sorry for earlier today… I really didn’t recognize you.’ He bites his lips as he looks at you, his eyebrows frowned. You stand up and fold your arms against your chest.

'Yeah, I think I already understood that. It’s good to know that our friendship didn’t mean anything to you. God, I have known you for almost all my life, E! How could you not remember me?’ Ethan stands up as well. 'Of course I remember you! And I said I’m sorry, Y/N!’

He seemed to tower over you now, which was pretty intimating. 'Sometimes sorry isn’t good enough,’ you whisper, refusing to look at him this time. Suddenly a tear drops onto your arm, and you angrily wipe the one that was following from your cheek. Ethan wasn’t allowed to see you cry. He wasn’t going to know how much he had hurt you.

'Y/N….’ Ethan says, his voice in so much pain that it broke your heart. How could you still be in love with this boy? 'Please, let me explain,’ he begs. You shake your head and turn around to go upstairs, to cry in silence, but Ethan grabs your wrist and pulls you back.

'Let me go,’ you say angrily. You looked at him. 'No, not before you let me explain everything,’ Ethan says. 'I don’t want to hear it!’ you object and you try to free yourself from his tight grip with all the power you have, but his arm didn’t move an inch. It almost scared you how strong he was. 'Ethan, no.’

'Y/N,’ he says, his voice begging. 'Please.’ You hated yourself at this moment because you gave in, but you just couldn’t bare the tone of his voice and the look on his face. You let out a dramatic sigh. 'Alright, then.’

Ethan lets go of your wrist and looks at you for a second. Then he changes his mind and grabs both of your hands. You just let him; you were craving his touch too much and it was already too late. 'Y/N, do you really want to know why I didn’t recognize you?’ he asks, his face dead serious now.

'Of course,’ you say quietly. Ethan sighs deeply, as if he was going to tell something that he needed to get of his chest. 'I-I didn’t recognize you because you have changed só much. And I mean that in a positive way, of course. You have become so beautiful… So mature. I didn’t know where to look, so that’s why I ignored you. I was scared that my cheeks would turn red or that I didn’t know what to say. So I just didn’t.’

He bores his eyes into yours and smiles; a small smile, that you wouldn’t have been able to see if you were standing any farther away. You were lost for words. You had never expected him to say any of that. Beautiful? Mature? You? He needed a pair of glasses! You always thought you still looked like a baby.  

'Ethan… I don’t know what to say. I-I…’ You try to form a normal sentence, but your mind was too messy at the moment. The situation didn’t feel real. Ethan Dolan had a crush on you?!

He sees you’re struggling and he gives you a sweet smile. 'You don’t have to say anything, Y/N. I probably just made a complete fool of myself, but at least I gave you an explanation on why I acted the way I did.’

You shake your head. 'Ethan… I feel the exact same thing for you. Ever since we were little. But I never told you… I was afraid it would ruin our friendship,’ you say softly, your eyes meeting his again.

'Are you serious?’ Ethan whispers. His mouth drops, as if you said the weirdest thing ever. But how could you not be serious? How could someone not fall in love with this goof and his gorgeous smile? Impossible. You nod in response and Ethan runs his thumbs against your hands. 'So, you forgive me?’ he asks uncertain. 'Of course,’ you answer, looking him deeply in his eyes.

'Well… Then I don’t think it’s wrong if I do this, right?’ Ethan asks and moves his hands to your cheeks to cup them, softly stroking his warm fingers against your skin. Before you can ask what he was going to do he gently presses his lips on yours. You were shocked at first and gasp for air, before you are able to kiss him back.

The warmth and softness of his lips made your eyes shut and for that moment you felt nothing but fireworks and pure love between the two of you. It was as if all of your worries had disappeared. Your heart was racing.

Ethan murmered something you couldn’t understand and then lowers his hands to your waist, slowly bringing his fingertips underneath your shirt.

He doesn’t had any intention on taking it off; he just wanted to touch your skin and feel your body that was almost collapsing  because of his touch and amazing smooth hands. You felt pathetically weak at the knees; this was all you ever wanted, ever since Ethan left all those years ago. And now it was happening. Finally.

His lips make it’s way to your neck, leaving wet and sweet kisses. His large fingers that are tracing the skin on your back gave you heavenly tingles and you shiver. 'Ethan…’  you encourage him, eyes up to the ceiling.

'Tell me to stop if you want to me to, baby,’ Ethan says, his hot breath against your neck making you go crazy. 'I will,’ you whisper and run your hands through his hair.

After the heated make out session you had end up on the couch, laying next to each other. Ethan breaks lip contact and looks at you with his dark, brown eyes. 'Y/N, I don’t know how this is going to work out, but I do know that I want to spend the rest of the summer with you.’

His raspy, loving voice made you almost feel the same way as when he kissed you. You look at him for a moment before you place your head on his chest and entwine your fingers with this. 'I’d love to.’

Steve Rogers Imagine

Requested: Anonymous

Imagine: steve rogers imagine where you accidentally break steve’s favorite vase. and he was on a mission while this happened. and so when he returns, you made everybody dinner and it was good dinner, and you’re really nice and acting mature and stuff like that. and steve finds it awfully suspicious how well behaved you were acting. and so he asks what happened and you tried to avoid the subject. and than soon enough he got it out of you and you were in full tears. steve thinks you’re being over dramatic

A/N: it’s long ;3

Warning: fluff


 The Avengers were out on a mission which meant that you were home alone. And when you were home alone, the first thing you did was clean. But it wasn’t just cleaning, it was cleaning while dancing. You loved to dance while cleaning, it really put you in the best mood. You decided to clean Steve’s room first, you wanted to make it look spotless.

 His clothes was spread all over the ground, and it bugged you. You brought your speakers into his room and plugged in your phone. You put on your jams and got out the duster, you started to dust around, dancing to beat of the song. At your favorite part, you took the duster and used it at a microphone. You got to Steve’s favorite vase, he’s never told you why it was his favorite, but it was.

  He’s always told you to stay away from it, but you could see the dust collecting onto it. You had to do something about it. You started walking to his vase suddenly your foot tripping over a pile of Steve’s clothes. You fall foward, catching yourself on the desk that the vase laid upon. You were happy you caught yourself, but the momentum you gave the desk shook the vase.

 The vase started to wobble, making your heart skip a thousand times faster. You tried to save it, but as you leaned over to save it, you bumped the desk once more. That one bump made the whole vase topple over and crash against the ground. You gasped as the vase broke against the ground. Your hand slapped over your mouth as you saw all the pieces of the vase scatter around the floor.

‘’Steve’s going to kill me.’’ you whisper to yourself.

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Here’s the thing about songs: when you hear them you suddenly remember everything it ever stood for. You remember what you felt when you first heard it and when you fell in love with it, when you fell in love with him. See that’s the magic, you hear it again and you hear him, you hear your heart and how much it misses him, how much it misses that way it feels loving him and you’ll feel like you want to fall in love again, with him.

And I do. I want to fall in love with him, again. Over and over again. No pauses. No rewinds. No fast tracks. Over and over again. And there will be no stopping.

no. stopping.

—  Dian Tinio
fireworks

Originally posted by erickaellaine

title: Fireworks
genre: fluff, light angst
word count: 1.6k
pairing: jimin x reader
summary ⇢ “The second firework in your heart exploded when you turned your head to him and saw how bright he was under the moonlight and the starlight.” (childhood friends to lovers)

A/N: made this for a birthday of a friend. A little too rushed, but still, happy reading!

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You know when you’re going along and suddenly you get a random blast from the past out of nowhere? That happened to me a couple of days ago in the form of me suddenly remembering the show American Dragon, in all of it’s cliche-stereotyping-early 2000’s- glory. So I went and found it online again and I’ve been watching it, and oh my goodness, I forgot how much I love this show. Oh wait, sorry, let me rephrase that in the early-2000s Disney-fied ebonics that this show is written in.

Yo home slice, this here shizow be off the hizzy, wuuuuuut? You feelin’ me dawg?

girlmeetshit  asked:

prompt: While Jughead thinks about how happier Betty looks with Archie after months of their split, Betty thinks about how happier she was with Jughead.

Hey! I started writing this with your prompt in mind but it’s not exactly what you asked for. I hope you like it anyway.

A/N: Jughead doesn’t live with Archie in this prompt because it wouldn’t really fit.


Happier


“I’m sorry, Jug, I didn’t know who else to call.” Veronica said as she stood in the doorway of her penthouse apartment, holding the door open for Jughead Jones.

“What about her boyfriend?” Jughead mumbled.

“Jughead, first off, you broke up with her two months ago. Secondly, you know Betty and Archie aren’t dating. So shut up and help me.” Veronica said pointedly, then nodded her head behind her.

They ambled into the living room where Betty was slumped back in what had to be the most uncomfortable position.

“Oh God,” Betty mumbled as she saw Jughead walk into the room.

“Ready to go there, Princess?” Jughead said sarcastically.

Betty didn’t say anything, just slumped further down in the sofa.

“Help me get her up?” Veronica asked Jughead.

He nodded, then slung one of Betty’s arms over his shoulder. Veronica did the same, then hoisted Betty onto her feet.

Immediately, Betty swayed forward, then towards Jughead’s shoulder.

“Shit, Veronica, how much did you let her drink?!” Jughead said, his eyebrows furrowing.

“We had one glass of wine each. She tells me after she’s done drinking it that she took two allergy pills earlier. Apparently she didn’t know you can’t mix the two or you get thoroughly fucked up.”

“How am I supposed to get her home like this?”

“I’m fine, Jughead.” Betty said suddenly, steadying herself.

“Can you walk?” Jughead cocked an eyebrow.

Betty took a breath, taking an unsteady step forward.

She swayed on her feet but caught herself, then took another step. “Yes,” She said uncertainly.

“See?” Veronica piped up. “She can lean on you and make it home just fine.”

Jughead muttered some curse words under his breath, then gripped Betty around her waist, holding her up.

“What was that?” Veronica smirked as she walked ahead of them towards the door.

“Nothing,” Jughead muttered, keeping focus on holding Betty upright.

“Thanks again, Juggie.” Veronica smiled sweetly and Jughead pulled Betty out the door.

“You owe me big time.” Jughead called behind him as he walked towards the elevator.

He heard a laugh as Veronica closed the door.

Betty and Jughead rode the elevator silently. Swaying and gripping and grumbling and hiccuping half way through the walk to Betty’s, but no words.

Betty stumbled forward, tripping over her feet. Jughead caught her easily, grabbing her arm and gripping her her ribs to keep her steady.

“Ow,” Betty complained. “Jughead you’re hurting my side.”

Jughead loosened his grip on Betty’s waist. “Sorry,” He muttered.

“About time you apologized.” Betty murmured sarcastically.

Jughead was dumbfounded. “What?”

“You’ve owed me an apology for months!”

“What are you talking about?!” Jughead protested. He lifted his hands in exasperation before remembering he was literally holding Betty upright.

He placed his hands back on Betty’s body and sighed. The street light they were under flickered.

“You broke my heart!” Betty yelled at him, swaying as she did so.

“Well you broke mine too!” Jughead yelled right back, keeping Betty steady as they walked.

“What are you talking about?” Betty muttered. “You’re the one who broke up with me!” The wind picked up, tousling their hair.

“Yeah, because I was protecting you not because I stopped loving you.” Jughead lamented.

“Protecting me? Protecting me from what?” Betty asked sadly. The moon was bright above them.

“From… myself.” Jughead muttered. “Anyway, that’s not the point.” Jughead gripped the back of Betty’s shirt more tightly. “The point is, two weeks after we broke up, you started dating Archie.”

Betty started laughing - actually full-on cackling in the middle of the street - and fell out of Jughead’s grip, landing on her knees on the pavement.They heard a car horn a few blocks away.

“You think I’m dating Archie?”

“I know you’re dating Archie.” Jughead said as he helped Betty to her feet.

“I’m not dating him. Ver - Veronica -” Betty stumbled over her words. “-made me and him go out for milksh-shakes after two weeks of me wallowing in my room and not eating after you dumped me. She thought it would help. I cried through our entire thing, realized I loved him as a brother and haven’t seen him outside of school since. So please, Jug, tell me how Archie and I are dating.”

Jughead was at a loss for words for a moment. “But I saw you two sitting in a booth smiling.” Jughead muttered.

“It was probably during the five seconds I stopped crying when Archie told me you were an idiot for dumping me.” Betty murmured as they continued to walk, almost at her house.

“And at school you’re always… talking and laughing.” Jughead mumbled.

“I talk and laugh with Veronica, am I dating her too?” Betty asked sarcastically.

“Alright, I’m an idiot for letting you go, Betty, I know. I did think you had moved on to Archie though.” Jughead stated as he helped Betty cross the street towards her house.

“Why didn’t you just a-ask him?”

“I haven’t been talking to many people since we broke up, Betty. He’s been kind of mad at me.” Jughead said as he walked Betty up her driveway.

“I thought you broke up with me because you stopped loving me,” Betty murmured sadly, walking up her stairs slowly.

“I miss you every day, Betty.” Jughead said as they climbed the last stair.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Betty said as she looked up into Jughead’s eyes.

“Because you deserve so much more.” Jughead whispered. He cleared his throat, then let Betty’s shirt go. “Can you make it up from here?”

Betty swayed on her feet. “Yeah, I guess.” She said sadly. She reached for the doorknob but drifted towards the bushes.

“Whoa there,” Jughead murmured, catching Betty before she fell. “I’ll help you upstairs, lets go.” He said quietly. 

Betty opened the front door, slipping her shoes off in the entrance way.

After a comical but daunting walk up the stairs, Jughead helped Betty pad down the hall to her bedroom without making too much noise.

He pushed open her bedroom door, moonlight illuminating her room. Jughead made sure to not turn on the light, not wanting to draw attention to the two of them in her bedroom, from down the hall or across the yard.

“Alright, under your covers. Take your jeans off so you’re comfortable. You good?” Jughead asked quietly so as not to wake her parents.

“Wait, Jughead.” Betty said as she rested her head on her pillow, her eyes closing slightly, moonlight from outside making her skin glow.

“What is it?”

“Will you rub my back like you used to?” Betty asked sleepily.

Jughead sighed. “I-”

“Please, Jughead?” Betty whispered. “Just until I fall asleep?” She yawned.

Jughead pushed his shoes off his feet, placing his long legs on the bed to get more comfortable.

He gently started to rub Betty’s back, circling delicate patterns against her clothing. He propped his head up with the other hand, leaning closely to her body.

“Why couldn’t you just let yourself be happy, Jug?” Betty sighed. “I know you were happy, and I was happy. It was the first time you were happy in a long time, so…” Betty trailed off, breathing hard into her pillow.

“Because I’m an idiot,” Jughead said to himself, assuming Betty had fallen asleep.

He continued to trace circles into Betty’s back. This was the first time he had touched her in months. It was like giving an addict his fix - he was craving her.

“I don’t know what I was thinking. Well, I do. I thought I was protecting you from a life you didn’t deserve. You deserved better, Betty, better than I could give you. I thought you’d move on. But I.. I -”

“I love you, Jug.” Betty whispered, facing away from him, her breathing even.

Is she awake, or is she asleep? Jughead thought to himself. How much of this will she even remember?

“I love you too,” He whispered. He set his head down, planning on resting for a moment before going home.


Jughead heard birds chirping. He felt his hand embraced in someone else’s. He knew he had had the most pleasant sleep in a long time.

Someone was curved against his body, his chest against a back, a mess of blonde hair in his face.

“Ahem,” Alice Cooper cleared her throat the next morning as sunlight streamed into the room. “What’s going on here?”

Jughead sat up immediately, almost falling off the bed as he did so.

Betty stirred from the sudden lack of contact, cool air pooling where his body heat once was.

She yawned and stretched, not yet realizing the situation.

“Elizabeth,” Her mother hissed from the doorway.

Betty’s eyes shot open. She slowly craned her neck towards the doorway.

“Mom?” She asked, sitting up. She looked to see if Jughead was still beside her. He was.

“Do you care to explain yourselves?” She growled.

Betty took a deep breath. “Veronica called Jughead to get me last night. I wasn’t feeling well. I… I fainted and Jughead was kind enough to walk me home. He fell asleep. I mean, you can see, we have clothes on.”

“Downstairs in five minutes.” Alice muttered as she left the room.

As they heard her steps retreating, Betty sat back, sighing. “God my throat hurts.” She whispered.

Jughead stood up. “How much of last night do you remember?” He asked warily.

“All of it. I know I was out of my mind with the stupid allergy pills and wine but I remember everything.”

“You do?” Jughead said, sitting back down suddenly.

Three and a half minutes!” Alice called from downstairs.

“I do. And I love you, Jughead, and I always will, and  I don’t know what you want to do about it now, but -”

Jughead cut her off, leaning across the bed and pressing his mouth softly against hers.

“I’m so fucking sorry that I hurt you Betty. But I love you, too. And nobody knows how to love you like I do, and nobody ever will, and I promise to never, ever do anything like that again if you say you’ll take me back.” Jughead murmured urgently.

“I will, I do, I love you, too.” Betty whispered as she leaned forward to kiss Jughead once more.


So, you two lovebirds work it out yet? A text message read on Jughead’s phone.

You’re an evil genius, Veronica Lodge. Jughead typed back quickly, smiling down at his phone.

Then, Thank you. He added quickly.

You’re welcome. But if you really want to thank me, you’ll bring me flowers Monday morning.

Jughead laughed and placed his phone back in his pocket as he walked down the street. This was the best he had felt in two months.

My North Star (pt 4)

Originally posted by eyomo


A/N: I got around to writing part four tonight! I hope you all like it. There no way in hell that this is going to be finished by part 5, because I’m thinking of at least another three parts. BUT Let me know if you want a part 5, otherwise I’m not going to continue to write!

Summary: You have been in love with your best friend, the one constant in your life, for as long as you can remember. But what happens when the new girl comes along? And a new guy, who’s pining for your heart.

Length: 3563 words omg sorry not sorry. I’ll make the rest of the parts shorter 

Previous parts: part 1 part 2 part 3

Genre: angst, romance, fluff.

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Dear You,

It’s almost been 7 months since I last told you that I loved you, but it’s not been 7 months since I last felt it. I still feel it every day. I still feel you in my bones, igniting the flames I could never light on my own. You rush into my veins like oxygen and I exhale you as much times as my heart pumps out the very being of your existence inside of me. There’s only so much of you that I can take, and it’s to the extent where I forget to bring myself too. I still love you. But I hope you know that I don’t always think about you. I don’t sit around looking at our old photos or reading our old texts. I don’t always dream about us and what could have been; or count stars and pretend that’s still how much you love me. I don’t always remember you. But sometimes, I do. And when I do, man do I miss you. You found me in a maze I lost myself in, building. You lit me though I had no wick. You burnt my bridges and melted my walls. Your presence made up for the absence that was in my heart. You had meant nothing to me but one day, I woke up and suddenly a world without you felt unsafe and unbearable. And I knew then it would never end. I used to think about you all the time. Constantly debating on asking how you were or if you were happy. But why would I ask you something I already know? You were fine, I was not. The simplicity in that is more complex than words could tell. And with you gone, I stumbled back to square one. So now, I know not to ask about you anymore or write sad, sappy poems about what sucked. Instead, all I do now is miss you, and remember all things good. Sometimes it hurts and sometimes it doesn’t. Bittersweet. Still, your mark in my heart remains, the words you engraved “I hope we find each other again someday.” And every so often I think about that, and it makes me despondent. Because I wish we didn’t have to find each other later on, I wish we had never lost each other in the first place. But we did, and it sucks. Nonetheless, there you are living your life without me, and here I am trying to live mine without you. I tell myself that life goes on and time will mend the broken souls, but before I left, you had told me, “I just hope I can move on,” and I had assured you that you would. And 7 months later, I was right. There you are with someone new carrying your heart and keeping it intact, and still here I am trying to superglue the broken “I love you’s.” I convinced myself that if I had gone and you had stayed happy, that was that. And even though you did, I have not yet allowed myself to move on. Because I still love you. I don’t think I will ever not love you. And I apologize if you didn’t want to hear this: or if you did and I didn’t tell you sooner. But my love, I could never intrude or invade you of your happiness. So for now, I am sorry I have not let you go, and I’m sorry you do not know. But I will always love you as much as you don’t love me. I will no longer wait for another 7 months, for this is me, now, setting you free to let you be. Thank you for making me happy.


Love,
Me

—  Lois Obrero (@vousliberer) // 7 months
Like Brother, Like Sister - Part 2 (Archie x Reader Request)

Request(s): ‘Prompts #5 #9 #19 #145 your dating Archie and your jugheads younger sister by a year and your a south side serpent. And one day in school you get into a fight with Cheryl because we’ll it’s Cheryl lmao. Just an argument not like physical. She had said something about your family and your dad FP. Archie, jug, Betty and Veronica comfort you and try to calm you down. Also backing you up in the argument.’ - Anon.

- ‘hi! could you please do 62 and 64 for archie x reader? thank you!!’ - Anon.

Prompts: “Why do you hate me?” “I can’t believe you!” “I’m going to kill you!” “Go back to bed.” “I want to protect you.” “You’re so beautiful.”

I ended up going a bit more soppy than I expected, hope you still like it!

My Masterlist.     Part 1

Characters/Pairings: Archie x Serpent!Reader, Serpent!Jughead x Betty, Cheryl, Veronica.

Warnings: Kissing, Mild cursing.

Word Count: 1745.

Originally posted by riverdales-daily

Archie and I lay in his bed together, our hands intertwined. We didn’t talk, music played quietly from Archie’s laptop. It had been a few weeks since I joined the Southside Serpents and I’d been kept pretty busy. The gang had taken advantage of my young appearance and sent me on jobs a lot. This was the first night in a while I’d had free.

I turned on to my side, Archie quickly followed. We looked at each other, I studied his face. His brown eyes had developed a darkness underneath them, I could tell he wasn’t sleeping. I knew he was up most nights worrying about me, he’d told all of our friends this but didn’t dare speak to me about it. I placed a hand on his face, rubbing his cheek under my thumb. He had a slight stubble, it was rough to the touch. I was starting to worry about him.

‘You’re so beautiful.’ He spoke in a hushed tone. I smiled at the first words he’d said in a while. My cheeks flushed, he still managed to make me blush even after all this time. I smiled a thank you at him. My finger traced over his lip before I brought my lips to his. Our kisses were delicate nowadays, we soaked in every moment. We parted our lips but still kept incredibly close, our faces almost touching.

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The morning after

Today marks 4 years since the morning after I watched someone die.

I woke up the next morning still in shock. I felt an intense heaviness but also a sense of lightness- out of body, like I was floating above everyone and watching myself below. I put on a huge, oversized hoodie, hoping it would help hold everything in so I didn’t overflow. I didn’t want to burden my family, but I also knew I needed to talk.


I went downstairs to the kitchen. The sun was bright in the sky and most of my family members were in the kitchen making breakfast. Some of them greeted me with a sense of hesitancy, slightly awkward smiles. Some of them didn’t say anything. They all knew what happened the night before, but none of us had faced anything like this before so the solution of how to deal was unclear.

I remembered flashes from the night before. His body lying there on the side of the road. A dark pool of blood. Car lights, traffic cones, loud voices. My soul had never felt so heavy. Although my body was unharmed, I felt like I was bleeding from it- a flow of intense grief, shock, sadness, and terror. I remember crying for hours. It seemed my eyes had an endless supply of saltwater.

My friend who was with me comforted me. We sat on the pavement on the roadside, waiting for the paramedics and he put his arm around me. Time seemed to slow around us as we asked each other all the really hard questions. Who was this man we had both just met and then watched die after just a few minutes? Did he have a family? Was he a good man? Did he know God? What was he like? We tried to piece it together with the tiny bits of information we had, but nothing made sense. Just tears and a heavy, blurry feeling.

The world is not safe, said a dark voice inside of me. The world is dangerous and life can be taken from us at any moment.

I shivered thinking how temporary things are. How little time we have. My twenty one years flashed before me and all of those little things I thought mattered suddenly melted away- what clothes I wore, career success, my “image”, the desire for a romantic relationship. None of it mattered. All I could think about was my siblings and how much I loved them and what kind of a life I wanted to live. What impact I wanted to make on the world.

The next morning my family did the most loving and selfless thing you can do for a person who has experienced intense trauma- let them talk. We sat around our huge kitchen table and I told them what happened. They listened in silence. I remember my voice shaking with these words, “…and he was just lying there.”

That day, one of my friends who lived an hour and a half drive north, in Santa Barbara, offered to drive down and be with me. To this day that is one of the most touching and impactful things a friend has done for me. She came over and we went to a yoga class that night. I remember lying on my mat in the dark, Christmas lights lining the edge of the gym mirror. A little edge of the sharpness of it all softened in me as I let out a long breath.

I was not alone, and I was going to be okay.

Looking back on this whole experience, I feel surprised at how it all feels. It doesn’t feel so heavy anymore. Sometimes something will come up that reminds me of Ron Carver, the tow truck driver, or anything about that night, and I will be in tears, remembering it all. But mostly I feel this sense of peace about it. I believe that painful things like this happen to shape us and make us who we are.

That night, something in me cracked open. That openness is still there- a steady sense of questioning this life that is very much temporary and goes by quickly. Who do I want to be? What really matters? How would I live if today was my last day? And how can I embrace pain- that which comes to every human, and shapes us for the better if we let it?

I am grateful for my pain and trauma. It has made me who I am, and it has made me better and stronger.