this guy is actual really close to how i imagined so bye

Cuddle buddies

Originally posted by out-in-the-open

Pair: Dean x Reader (kind of)
Warning: none
Summary: Dean and the reader have an established relationship… as cuddle buddies. 


A small whimper escaped your lips as you stretched your muscles out, waking up. The room was pitch black and cold; the only warmth you got was from the strong body next to you, holding you dangerously close. 

Not ready to wake up yet, you turned over in Deans arms and nuzzled closer to him, resting your face in the crook of his neck; smiling when his arms wound tighter around your body. 
“Y/N” Dean whispered, lazily dragging his fingers over your skin, causing it to erupt in goosebumps.
“Not ready yet” you croaked, your voice a little more hoarse than usual. 
“Okay” he whispered, back closing his eyes and enjoying the feeling of your body pressed against his. 

You and Dean had been sleeping together for almost two months now. But that was it. You didn’t have sex or kiss or really do anything else, you just slept together. It all started one night, you two had fallen asleep together on the couch, watching some movie, and when you woke up you played it off as nothing until he told you it was the best sleep he had ever had in his life. 

“C’mon, Y/n” Dean begged, grabbing your hand and pulling you back to the couch. 
“Tell me that wasn’t the best sleep you’ve ever had” he pressed. 
“I’ve had… better” you mumbled, leaning back into the couch. 
“Y/nnnnnnnn” he taunted, knowing that you were lying through your teeth. 
“Fine! It was the best nap I have ever had, so what?!  It’s weird, Dean. We aren’t sleeping together anymore.”
But Dean being Dean means he usually gets what he wants, and that started your addiction for sleeping together. 


“I can’t go on this hunt!” you sighed, plopping down in one of the chairs in front of Sam and Dean. 
“Why?!” Dean asked, looking baffled. 
“I think I have a-” you sneezed into the tissue in your hand. 
“a cold” you finished, sighing. You had a small fever and had been sneezing since you woke up. 
“Shit” Dean sighed, “alright, well, we’ll keep you updated. We should be home in a few days, it looks like a simple vamp nest.” 
Grabbing his bag, Dean pressed a kiss to the top of your head.
“Bye kid” Sam smiled, giving you a pat on the back as they walked out the door. 

The first night was the worst night. You had grown so used to Dean’s warmth, no matter how many blankets you had nothing was ever enough. It had taken a strong dose of NyQuil and some Tylenol PM to put you to sleep; even then, it was a pretty rough sleep. 
You woke up early, before the sun had even come up and texted Dean 
I didn’t sleep for shit last night, come home. 
To which he responded:
Me either. We’re working on it, sweetheart. Should be home in the next few days. Just hold out for me. 

You had spent the most of that day soaking in a bath and eating tomato soup. You made sure that you staying in your actual room, not wanting to take the risk and exposing Dean’s room with your germs. 

The next day, you were really spent. You had no energy to do anything, so you just took your medicine and watched movies in and out of consciousness. Sam and Dean had both left you a few voicemails, telling you how the case was going and just keeping you updated which you greatly appreciated. 

By the fifth day, you felt better, having read that if you cut up white onions and place it around the home, especially in the room of the sick person they somehow absorb the bacteria and viruses and rid you of your cold. 

Even though you had been feeling better, you still were exhausted. You had no idea how awful sleeping was without Dean there to keep you warm and safe. 
Sitting in the library, you were reading a few lore books you had found in the basement of the bunker when they brothers walked in.
“Y/N” Deans voice called out for you as he dropped his duffel bag on the floor. 
“Yeah?” you asked, stepping out of the library and looking at him. 
“My room. Now, we’re taking a nap” his tone was so assertive and demanding, it turned you on a little bit.
“What was that about?” you asked Sam as Dean had disappeared down the hallway. 
“He hasn’t slept since we left,” Sam chuckled, winking at you. Rolling your eyes, you followed Dean down the hall and into his room. 

It was dark, just how the both of you needed it to be. Slipping your jeans and bra off, you climbed into bed with dean and softly moaned at the feeling of his arms around your waist. 
“Fuck, I missed you” you whispered, cuddling your head into his chest. 
“I missed you too, sweetheart” Dean sighed, running his fingers through your hair, basking in the feeling of you back in his arms. 

Playing Hard to Get // Finn Wolfhard Imagine

So I usually don’t do Stranger Things imagines but since Finn is a part of the IT cast then it technically counts. Plus I got multiple requests for something like this so here it is! Enjoy! xx

MASTERLIST

Knock knock knock

You knock on Millie’s front door. You had just finished shooting Season 2 of Stranger Things and Millie threw a party in celebration. You were fairly new to the cast but you figured you might as well go. Millie opens the door,

“Hey everyone’s out back!” she says and you walk through the house into the backyard. Everyone was playing in the pool for the most part, while hamburgers and hot dogs were being grilled. You walk over to one of the lawn chairs and set your stuff down while watching everyone splash around in the pool.

Normally you would join them, but Finn was there. You had NO idea what his deal was but you knew he didn’t like you. He never talked to you or acknowledged you, he just plan ignored your existence. But you were the only person he did that too so you took it personally.

The cast messed around playing pool games and splashing each other while you sat on your phone and watched,

“They’re ready!” Everyone rushed from the pool to get hamburgers leaving just Caleb and Finn who stayed,

Damn Finn’s cute..

If only he didn’t hate me so much

“hey” you’re interrupted from your thoughts when you see Noah sit by you with a burger in hand,

“hey Noah”

“Why aren’t you swimming?”

“I’m pretty sure Finn wouldn’t want me to..”

“Why do you say that” he says munching on chips and his burger

“He hates me” you say. You wait for Noah to deny it or at least say something but he remains mute. His eyes widen and he finally speaks up,

“Well..why don’t you at least go inside and get some food” you agree and stand up going inside. By the time you’re inside everyone else has already left. They’re all eating outside at a big table. You start to build your burger when you look outside seeing Noah frantically talking to Finn. He’s waving his arms and pointing towards inside. Finn looks freaked out and rushes inside. You make brief eye contact with him and quickly dart away.

“Hey” Finn says opening the door from behind you,

“Hi?” you question with this being the first time he’s actually talked to you off script

“We uh..need to talk”

“About how you hate me?” You ask knowing that’s what Noah yelled at him about

“Yeah..see about that-”

“Look if you have a problem with me you can just tell me”

“Will you let me finish?” he asks and you shut up, “Look when I first met you, I thought you were really cute..and I didn’t know how to confront you with that so I asked Caleb. He told me the best way to deal with that is to play hard to get…which I know it sounds stupid but that’s why I haven’t been talking to you. That’s why I avoided you. I don’t hate you I just..think you’re cute and I didn’t know you thought I hated you..until Noah just told me that is” he says nervously finishes his rambling.

“Ok” you say and continue to make your burger. He sits there waiting for some type of additional response,

“And for the record” you say setting down your plate, “that’s not how you play hard to get”

“Well yeah probably not it’s just I didn’t know how to-”

“Well first of all” you say interrupting him, “You don’t ignore her completely. You talk to her..but then you don’t. You flirt with her…but then you don’t” He stands looking confused as to where you’re going with this,

“You accidentally graze her shoulder” you say walking passed him brushing on his shoulder, “but then you don’t” you turn around and face him getting really close,

“you almost kiss her” you inch your face closer and closer to his about to kiss him. But right as he closes his eyes you pull away,

“but then you don’t” you grab your plate and walk out of the room leaving Finn speechless.

The rest of the night you kept messing with him like this. You guys played sand volleyball and you “accidentally” tripped and fell in his arms. You ‘rolled your ankle’ and had him carry you back into the house. You just joked around the entire night trying to get him back for ignoring you all this time.

Everyone was outside and you get a text from your mother saying she was here to pick you up,

“Hey guys I gotta go” you say. They all say bye to you and wave and you grab all your things walking inside. You almost get to the front door when Finn stops you,

“Wait!” he yells running towards you,

“Hey I’m sorry for ignoring you okay? I get it, I deserved tonight. I’m sorry”

“And?” you said still holding the door handle

“Wanna go on a date sometime” you turn red,

“Yes”

Tom Holland x Reader: Apartment

Summary: You and Tom Holland are neighbors in the same apartment complex. You have a crush on him, he has a girlfriend. What could go wrong? You could think of five separate incidents.

Warnings: cursing

Word count: 7,132


No 1: the coffee maker incident (which was all harrison’s fault)

The moment your knuckles leave the door it’s already swinging back, revealing a face flushed with relief. Tom Holland’s eyes flutter closed, leaning his head against the door frame and looking up at you through his lashes with a smile plastered on his face.

“Oh thank god you actually came. You’re good at fixing things, right?” he asked, ushering you into his apartment before hearing your answer. You’re a little reluctant to enter, thinking that you’ll somehow track mud across his pristine white carpet, or smudge a stain on his suede chairs that weren’t in there the last time you’d been over.

“I’m good at putting Ikea furniture together, if that’s what you mean,” you call after him as you hop around on one foot, attempting to slide your boots off without appearing like a fool. You look around once more, taking in the features of Tom’s place.

You can’t say you like what he’s done. There are too many colors; blues and yellows that are too bold, an abundance of throw pillows against a couch that you swear your parents had gushed over in a Rooms-To-Go catalog. None of it looks like him, and you have an inkling as to why, but you keep your mouth shut as you follow the sound of two voices into his kitchen.

“You help me with my T.V all the time. Are you good with stuff like this?” Tom inquires, looking at you over his shoulder. He’s standing in front of something, hunched over the island in the center of the room. On his left, staring at you over his mug, Harrison is sipping away on something.

There’s a smug look in his blue eyes that makes you want to tip his drink onto his shirt, but instead you ignore him, standing on Tom’s right. In front of you is a simple small coffee maker; not a Keurig, but something akin, you could imagine.

“What’s wrong with it?” you question, looking around the top and sides for damage. Tom has his knuckle in his mouth, looking worriedly at the device in front of him. You’ve never seen such an anxious look on his face and it makes your brows crease. “Tom?”

“Hm?” he says, snapping his eyes back to you. The normally sparkling brown hues are muddy, clouded with something you can’t identify. “It’s just… I don’t know what’s wrong with it. I noticed it was out of water and I went to refill it, but when I pressed the button, it wouldn’t make anything.”

Perplexed, you flipped open the lid, seeing nothing wrong. You checked the coffee ground compartment, seeing a pierced, but otherwise unused k-cup sitting in there. With crossed arms, you pressed the power button again, just to be certain.

The three of you watched as the machine’s light started to blink. You cut your eyes over to Tom, wondering what kind of stunt he was pulling. Opening your mouth to speak, you were cut off by the red light blinking out, only for nothing else to happen.

“See!” Tom cried out, fisting his hands in his hair. It curled out of his fist, making two small pony tails at the top of his head. Your eyes narrowed, realizing just how much his hair had grown in the past few months. You hadn’t seen too much of him to have a decent comparison, but you remembered it being much shorter.

“—just wait till she comes home and sees this broken! She’s going to kill me!” Your heart drops into your stomach, limbs suddenly feeling heavy. The coffee maker belonged to his girlfriend. You nodded, now understanding why he had sounded so urgent when he’d called you.

“You’re fucking Spider-Man, ya? Just go out and buy a new one with all that Marvel money,” Harrison pointed out, rolling his eyes as he took another sip of his drink. “She won’t even know the difference.”

“They don’t even make this stupid model anymore, she’s going to know it’s broken. And I didn’t even break it!” he exclaimed, his voice shaking with worry. “What am I going to do?”

“You’re going to calm the hell down, that’s what,” you chided, resting your hands on Tom’s shoulders. He relaxed under your touch, walking backwards as you steered him onto a bar stool. “It’s not the end of the world, dude, just breathe,” you reminded him, watching as his chest heaved heavily. Your hands felt warm as they slid down his arms, coming to rest on the island as you examined the coffee maker.

You drained it of its water, checking the main compartment for any irregularities. Immediately you noted a white film around the sides, and you paused, looking from the sink, to the device, and finally at Harrison.

“Harrison? What are you drinking?” you asked, pulling your phone from your back pocket and shining the flashlight down to the bottom.

“Hot chocolate,” he replied carefully, eyes darting between you and Tom. Peering down, you carefully wiped your finger against the bottom of the compartment, your nails scratching against a hard surface, coated with something.

“Haz, there’s no pot in the sink, or in the dishwasher. What—HAZ!” Tom growled, having put the pieces together. “Did you put milk in the coffee maker?”

“I mean, yeah,” he admitted a not-so-guilty look across his face. “It was sitting right there, and it was faster than heating up a pot.”

“Ah-ha,” you chuckled, closing one eye to look down into the coffee maker. “That would explain this weird shit covering the bottom of this thing.” You gave a pointed look at Harrison, who hadn’t even tried to look remorseful. “You do realize that when you don’t clean up heated milk, it leaves a hard coating on metal. This coffee maker basically has a hot plate that boils the water and then sucks in into a tube. My best guess it that the milk hardened, and the water can’t get through,” you assessed.

“Well how do we fix it?” Tom asked, crossing his arms and looking at you. He seemed to believe you had all the answers, and you bit your lip to hold back you stutters. You didn’t want to disappoint him, to make him think you weren’t the person for the job.

Cutting your eyes over at Harrison, you gave him a pointed look; you made it look reprimanding, but it was really to wipe the smirk off his face. He’d had a smug look since the moment you walked in and it bothered you, making the tips of your ears feel hot.

“Well for starters, don’t do it again,” you bit out, glaring daggers at Harrison. He didn’t reply, but he did walk out of the room, shrugging his shoulders as he walked behind you.

Tom noted the fixed stares you gave him, but said nothing of it. You pursed your lips before looking at the brunette, holding out your hand and asking for a knife.

He blinked, warily pulling out a butter knife and placing it into your palm. You frowned at it, turning it over in your hands. “I need a sharper one.”

Tom raised a brow, hazel eyes glimmering with suspicion. You snorted, wondering if he was actually afraid of you with a knife.

“What, you think I’m going to kill you or something?” You joked. You wondered for a moment if your joke was too dark for a guy who was just your neighbor, but he eventually chuckled, handing you a knife with a sharp, long blade. You gave him your phone, and asked him to shine it down into the machine. Silently, with the two of your heads close together, you both bowed your heads with work to do.

This was an awkward fifteen minutes. Every now and then Tom would pick his eyes up and watch as your face scrunched in concentration. Your lips would part as an almost inaudible curse passed through, making him laugh a bit. Every time you felt him move you would try not to catch his gaze, attempting to discreetly look at him. You could feel how close he was and it felt wrong that your heart was beating so fast, or that you couldn’t breathe.

After what felt like hours, you retracted, taking the machine to the sink to wash it out. You filled it and plugged it back in, waiting patiently with a mug as you started it.

Tom looked as though he was holding a breath, and sure enough, when the coffee streams out he sighed, leaning against the counter with his entire weight, looking as though he’s been saved from the fires of hell.

He turns, eyes shining in praise as he gushed a bunch of rushed thank you’s, his accent slurring everything together. You’re really just nodding and smiling, telling him that it’s fine and no big deal. You’ll tell yourself anything to get rid of the hammering in your chest, louder than construction work as you feel blood rush to your face.

“I seriously don’t know what I’d do without you.” He sounds like he’s speaking about your presence in general, but that can’t be true. All you’ve ever done for him was put together furniture and now fix his coffee maker, but he seems to like you, as a friend and neighbor. Which you’ll take.

“It’s no problem at all Tom. And it’ll be less of a problem if I can have this,” you pull the mug away, bringing the rich black coffee to your lips.

“Yeah, yeah, of course. Do you want to stay for a bit? I feel like you’re always in and out, and-“ his words die as his cell phone rings, the ringtone that default sound that makes you jump. He takes it, holding his hand up apologetically, but you shake your head. You weren’t going to stay anyways.

Grabbing your things, you pass Harrison, who looks pretty comfortable on a couch that isn’t his, sipping on the last of his hot chocolate. He smiles when you walk by, but it’s a knowing one, as though he can read your thoughts. You scoff, but before you can get your shoes back on, Harrison says, “You should be thanking me.”

That really riles you up, and you laugh, a forced, sarcastic thing. “For what?”

“If it wasn’t for me you wouldn’t be making any moves.” There’s a wink, but you don’t really care to return his comment. You strain out a “Bye, Harrison,” before closing the door and leaning your back against it.

The cup in your hand is scorching your palm, but you smile regardless. Another reason to knock on Tom’s door. 


No. 2: The incident where you meet his girlfriend and things go wrong

You had this sick feeling in your gut that toady wasn’t the best day to bring back the mug you borrowed from Tom. It was simply the day after, the most reasonable time to drop by and say, “hey, I forgot I took this” without seeming like you harbored it, or cast a spell on it. The little thing sat neatly in your hands, cradled gently as though it was made of crystal.

Your knock was verging on two minutes ago, so you decided to go again, wondering briefly if you should say his name. Calling him may have been a bad idea, but before you could form his name, the door swung back, revealing a brunette that was not Tom.

His girlfriend’s caramel colored hair was a cascade of freshly made curls, evident from the fact that her makeup and outfit were already complete. She lacked shoes, and a sense of hospitality, sizing you up like bully on a playground. When she reached your eyes, you balked, deciding whether it was better to state your purpose, or just drop the item near her feet and scram.  

It would have been much easier for her as well, until Tom caught your eyes from farther behind her. “Y/N?” he questioned, but excitedly, as though he was happy to see you. That made his girlfriend’s lip curl into a sneer, an action that didn’t go unnoticed by you.

“Oh, uh,” you started, wanting so bad to bolt, but transfixed by Tom’s smile and gentle demeanor. He was dressed, indicating that he was probably going out. And from the progress they both had on their outfits, you could guess it was possible they were going on a lunch date.

You felt foolish, your heart drooping in your chest as you resigned yourself to stick with the plan. What did you expect, that his girlfriend would just magically be missing every time you came into his apartment? A dumb idea, one fueled by your fluttering heart, but also by your jealous mind.

“I accidentally took this last time I was here. Sorry,” you said, holding the cup out to the girl. She dropped her eyes to the cup, but made no moves to take it from you. Her hands stayed rooted on the door, and you felt like you could melt under her scrutinizing gaze.

Tom saved you, however, taking the cup from your hands with care, wrapping his hand around it. Your hands brushed each other’s, and your fingertips felt so warm and fiery, igniting your nerves in flames. You looked up to send him a smile, but you caught the look his girlfriend gave you.

Her blue eyes startled you, being so wide and so angry at the same time. Her perfect nails seemed to dent into the metal door as she gripped it with all her might. Her posture was rigid, feet set apart in a fighting stance. You thought her unoccupied hand was going to reach out and punch your teeth out.

The silent threat made you jump, the ware slipping from your fingers and smashing to the floor before you had time to react. You could only pull your feet away and watch in horror as it fell on its handle, small shards of grey porcelain scattering across the floor.

You want to cry, curl up beside the shards and be swept away into a dust bin, you’re so mortified. To your right, she’s smiling a little, resting her hand on Tom’s shoulder as she proceeds to ask if he’s okay. She tiptoes to look over his shoulder, as though she wasn’t standing feet away when it happened. Milking the moment, you catch the glint in her eyes when she rubs his back, saying that she’ll get a broom.

Tom nods, saying a faint, “okay babe,” before he’s taken aback by the kiss she plants on his cheek. You note the pink mark it’s left, a small, but powerful reminder that he’s taken, and that no matter how shy and polite and cute and neighborly you are, there’s nothing you can do about it.

She casts a look that is part sinister and part mocking over her shoulder, but it turns into surprise as the door closes, Tom stepping out into the hall. He’s got his hands behind his back as the door clicks shut, leaving the two of you in the hall.

“Sorry about that, I don’t know how that happened.” He rubs the back of his neck now, as if he’s really considering the idea that he might have done this.

“No, you have nothing to be sorry about. I’m the one who broke it, I should be cleaning it up, I,” your head is fixed towards the ground, unable to meet his gaze. You really just want to walk away, but it was hard, with him so close to you, his height and yours almost the same. There’s no need for tilted heads when every time you look up, it’s just his eyes on yours, and it makes you so frustrated.

“I’m really sorry about this, I promise I’ll get you another one.” In some really nice universe, this is the part where Tom chuckles and says “You don’t have to do that. Just go on a date with me and we’re even.”

But this is not a nice universe. It’s not even close. This universe is horrible and cruel, laughing at your pitiful crush on a taken British boy and your shitty attempts at being his friend.

This universe sucks, so you leave him with that half assed promise and run down the stairs, not looking back as he calls your name.


 No. 3: the incident where you hear something you shouldn’t have (but always wanted to know)

It’s late, and probably your own fault that you’re miserable and at home and have to watch a fucking slideshow about Roswell, New Mexico. The lights are mostly off in your apartment, save for three little hanging lights above your kitchen counter. One sole bottle of Heineken is untouched, probably warm since your friend left over two hours ago for her date.

And now, with a pounding headache and an impossibly bad mood, you felt your limit snap as loud shouts and a bumping bass sounded from Tom’s apartment. He wasn’t a rowdy guy, and his girlfriend didn’t seem like the type to annoy the neighbors at ten pm, but you could think of a certain blonde that would.  

It had been weeks after ‘the breaking of the mug’, weeks of building back the confidence to look Tom in the eyes, and weeks of him being crazy nice to you. He was always asking you to come over, wanting to make up for how bad your last encounter was. Eventually you both settled back into a comfortable friendship, but that only persisted as long as his girlfriend wasn’t around.

After another week of that arrangement, you felt guilty, almost as though you were doing something forbidden. You remembered the shame and palpable tension in the room that occurred every time she came home to find the two (or three, there was no way she could get rid of Harrison) inside. Almost any conversation would drop, and you would leave, giving him a curt goodbye.

It was dumb, it was strenuous and it was so unnecessary. But it felt exciting.

You swallowed that excitement down fast, knowing that there was nothing between you two. You were neighbors, and finally friends; you weren’t going to ruin it because of your unrequited crush on him.

The pounding in your head increased when you heard with clarity and annoyance the repetitive yell of shots. The song seemed to shake your entire apartment and you growled, stomping over and banging on Tom’s door with your fist.

“Hey! It’s a fucking Thursday night!” you yelled, despite your normal timid manner. You seriously just wanted to fall straight asleep and head to work tomorrow and make a final decision on this location. You were losing time and patience and the capacity to care when a face split into a wide grin upon seeing you at the door.

“Hey hey, Y/N!” Harrison’s blue eyes were unfocused and shiny, his smile too big for his face. He stumbled to grab your arm, his grip much tighter as he used all his strength to pull you in.

“Guys, look who I found!” The word “guys” had you at unease, but you surveyed the people around you carefully. You would know the Spider-Man cast anywhere, and Tom’s apartment was definitely a place where you’d seen them the most.

Tony and Jacob both had on tilted ball caps, and when Tony ran to hug you it fell off. “Oh thank god you’re hear Y/N!” he hiccuped, slinging an arm around your shoulder. “Our man Tom has something to tell you.”

The room dissolved into giggles. It sounded like a first grade classroom, their laughter so innocent and playful. The only boy who didn’t seem to be partaking in the fun was Tom, his lips set in a pout as he shoved Jacob weakly.

“Knock it off, boys,” he told them his voice sharp against theirs. He didn’t appear to be as drunk as they were, but the goofy grin that followed proved otherwise.

After another round of laughter, you tried to shrug Tony away from you, but he was heavier without full control over his body. You felt uncomfortable being around four drunk men, who were all stronger than you. Despite knowing that they meant well, the entire situation read badly.

“Tony, please get off me,” you mumbled, which seemed to earn his attention. He stood up straight, raising his arm up mechanically. You took a step back, holding your arms to make yourself small. “Guys, I get that you’re having fun, but I have work to finish, so can you-“

“You’re a location scout, right?” Jacob asks in the moment of lucidity. You nod, watching warily as Jacob stands, holding his hand out to you.

“Jacob Batalon, best actor in this room. If you’re ever in a pinch for actors, you know where to find me.”

“Jacob,” you said slowly, your handshake becoming too long. “We’ve met before.”

“Best actor in the room? Tom has a fucking BAFTA!” Harrison argued over the music, but you both paid no mind to him.

“Uh, I think I’d know if I met anyone as pretty as you. At least, I think you are. I can’t really see, but you’re Y/N, right?”

“Jacob,” you sighed, exasperated. Pinching the bridge of your nose, you were halfway to launching into an explanation before he cut you off.

“Tom’s been going off about this Y/N girl. She lives across the street or something. I’m like, Tom, dude, amigo. How do you know if she’s pretty if she’s all the way over there?” He pointed out the window and you frowned, wondering just what in the world he was on about.

“Jacob I know you! I live next door.” He snapped his fingers loudly, looking back at Tony with wide eyes.

“Tony! It’s the girl, the one Tom mmhmm-“ Harrison covered Jacob’s mouth with his hands, trying to sit him back down. You raised a brow, looking between the four of them before sighing.

“Clearly I’m not getting anything through to you, so I’ll just do it myself.” You huffed, turning to what you believed was the source of the booming music. A stack of black rectangular sound systems sat on a shelf below Tom’s T.V, each of them appearing to be on. In the background, yelling had ensued, with Jacob’s mouth finally free of Harrison’s grip. You paid no mind as you decided to simply turn the volume down. You twisted the dial a little too far, making the music so quiet, that their shouts became clearer.

“Why the hell not! You’re not going to have any other chance!”

“Your girlfriend dumped you, now is the perfect time to tell her!”

“And say what? ‘Hey Y/N, I’ve been in love with you since the day we met’?”

It kept going, not even missing a beat as the four boys started piling shout after shout on top of the others. You, however, had your hands over your mouth, slowly rising to stand up. Your mind tried to process the words in the order you heard them in, making sure it matched what you thought. Your heart felt like it would leap from your chest, knees knocking as you struggled to understand.

Tom liked you. He had since the day you met. And he didn’t plan on telling you.

It was news to you that his girlfriend was no more, but even bigger than that was the idea that each of his friends already knew that he was in love with you. That sentiment seemed like common knowledge, considering its blunt outburst hadn’t shocked anyone to silence.

Suddenly Harrison’s cheeky winks and Tom’s bright smiles seemed more than just coincidences. You wanted to run up to Tom and tell him that you felt the same way, that he meant more to you than just a neighbor or a friend. You felt your heart clench as you realized that those words were never meant to be presented like this. You weren’t supposed to know.

In some nice universe Tom would tell you over another shared mug of coffee, or an a first date somewhere sweet and thoughtful. In some nice universe you could kiss him for saying that, and he’d kiss you back.

But this was not some nice universe, and this shit always happened. You let yourself out, sliding back against the cold metal door and letting out a sob that had been working its way through your chest.

Perhaps that nice universe would only ever be a daydream


No. 4: the incident where the tables have turned

Not but two days after the drunken episode, you walked up the stairs to find Tom, sitting outside his apartment like a lost puppy. He bounced his phone on one knee, the other keeping his forehead up as he scrolled through his phone. After a moment he locked it, turning his head to see you, dazed and confused.

“Y/N!” he exclaimed, his loud voice reminding you of Thursday night, and the deflated way he had yelled your name, saying that he was in love with you. You were starting to believe it; you could see his eyes light up whenever they found you, a small but genuine smile tilting his lips upward. For someone who had just lost a significant other, Tom seemed pretty much in one piece.

Maybe because you were the one seeing him.

Nevertheless, you raised an eyebrow in silent question, to which Tom sheepishly smiled. “I seem to have locked myself out of my own apartment,” he told you, standing up and shoving his hands in his pockets. He was well cleaned up, considering the last time you’d seen him he was smashed beyond compare.

Before you even had the thought of stopping, you blurted, “Doesn’t your girlfriend have a key?”

It was like kicking a puppy; a small, adorable little puppy that only wanted your attention for half a second. The mirth drained out of his face and his eyes quickly dropped to the floor. His hands swung aimlessly by his side. You wanted to take it back, say you were sorry or that you forgot, but you weren’t even supposed to know in the first place.

“Alice and I broke up,” he sighed, and all you could think was ‘So her name was Alice.’

You tried to morph your face into sympathy and surprise, but you weren’t sure how well you pulled it off. “Oh, shit Tom, I’m sorry,” you expressed, wanting to reach out and touch his shoulder, but withholding yourself. Pretending you didn’t know about his feelings for you was so difficult, and you weren’t sure why. It wasn’t like you to be flirty or drop hints, but for some reason that was all you wanted to do: wrap your arms around him, tell him he’d be fine, and remind him that you were next door if he needed you.

In some nice universe that would work, but this wasn’t time or place.

“My spare key is with Harrison, surprise surprise,” Tom joked, which you smiled at.

“You’re never going to see that key again,” you laughed, bringing back a sliver of a smile to the man’s face. He looked better with it, you thought, doing nothing for the butterflies in your stomach. Your laughter calmed down enough for you to shrug. “You can come stay at my place until he gets here, if you don’t have anything to do.”

His eyes widened, but he hid it by raising his left brow. “Are you sure? I don’t want to intrude or anything.”

“Considering it returning the favor. Besides, I’m always in your apartment. We need a change of scenery.” You unlocked your door, coming into your apartment with tense shoulders. Tom had never been in here before, and there was a reason for that. His presence in your apartment would gradually become less and less strange, making him just a part of your home than the couch or the curtains. You didn’t want him to be so familiar that it seemed like he belonged here, because he didn’t. He belonged in his nice white apartment, far away from whatever you had going on here.

There wasn’t much. You weren’t a minimalist, but you preferred less pillows and decorations than actual furniture. The colors were mostly neutral blues and greys, with red here or there. Along the walls were huge posters of cities you’d visited for work. Ashville, Slab City, Roswell, and other obscure towns were littered across your living room, and when you looked back you noticed Tom was staring at all of them.

“You’ve been to all these places?” he inquired, awe lacing his voice. You were shocked by his curiosity, considering he travelled all the time for his job. His face was fixed on the posters, before catching the little framed photos around the bookshelves. “Holy shit, is that you?”

He had the frame in his hand now, and judging from it, you were sure he was indulging himself in staring at a truly mortifying high school photo of yours. “Who are these people?” he pointed, and you grimaced.

“High school friends, if you couldn’t tell by our bad fashion choices,” you groaned, coming up beside him and studying the picture. You were in the middle, as you often were in group photos because everyone was taller than you. It didn’t particularly matter in this instance; you were squatting down, your hands clasped as if in prayer, staring down the camera with a smirk. Above you, four of your friends had lifted up the shortest girl in your group, perching her on their shoulders. It looked like a dysfunctional human pyramid.

“I don’t think I have a picture of me and my mates half as cool as this,” Tom remarked, and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“You think that’s cool? I think we were more crazy than cool,” you spoke wistfully, setting the picture back down. “I’m not even sure why I keep that around. It doesn’t really fit in with this whole thing,” you gestured wildly, pointing at the dozens of colorful photos. Tom’s eyes landed wherever your finger pointed, until the rested back on you.

“Which one of these is your favorite?” he asked, turning in a circle to view every landscape. You put a finger to your lips, eyeing each one carefully, until you landed on one filled with green and purple.

“I took this in Glasgow, about four years ago,” you stated, standing beside a quite large picture of a sprawling field of bluebells. “First time scouting overseas, and a studio needed pictures of old woods to use as concept art. I was with a senior photographer on this one, but he let me take the shots they eventually used.” You glanced up at the photo in reverence, before looking over to Tom.

His face expressed pure adoration, and you found that his eyes rested more so on you than the photo. He seemed to be in a trance, only snapped out of the daze a minute after you’d stopped talking. He tried to shake the grin off, but it was too late. So he went with it, smiling even wider.

“Wow. I’ve been to Scotland before, and I knew it was beautiful. But that?” he threw his hands down and you laughed at his gesture. “I’ve never seen anything like that before.”

“You just have to know where to look. I know I never would have found this place if David wasn’t so familiar with Glasgow,” you told him, heading into the kitchen for drinks. “Next time, take someone who knows what to look for.”

“Maybe I should take you.” It was supposed to be mumbled under his breath, just a wish he kept to himself, but he let his guard down. You heard him, freezing as you stuck your head into the fridge, thanking the heavens that you had a cover for your burning face. You wanted to turn around and tell him yes; absolutely, positively, one-hundred-percent were you on board with going anywhere with him. You wanted to joke that you’d pack your luggage right then and there, that between two seasoned travelers like you, there was sure to be a discount somewhere.

But all you could do was force down the thoughts, grabbing two cokes from the fridge before pressing them to your face. You turned to Tom and smiled, a restrained, glowing thing that startled him, for he hesitantly stepped towards you.

“Maybe you should. Glasgow is one of my favorite places. I’d be happy to show you around.” You hoped you didn’t come off as anything other than friendly, but knowing the situation you were both in, there was no telling his response.

Tom just blinked, his face like a deer in headlights. Suddenly his face was tinted in pick and he smiled, looking down at his shoes bashfully. “I don’t know when we’d ever do it,” he commented, rooting you two back in the reality, the place where you both had jobs to do and obligations to others. But it had been nice, dreaming of Scotland with Tom. Perhaps it would come true.

There was a calm silence that settled in between the conversation, which was ripped away when Tom’s cell rang. He picked it up with reluctance, before making a face at the id. “Haz you better be downstairs or else I’m hanging up.” There was a bit of yelling on the other side, Harrison’s voice distorted by the traffic outside. Tom listened for a moment more before nodded, cutting his eyes over to you.

“Yeah, you can just open yourself, you’re always there anyways,” he quipped, ending the line before sighing. “Sorry, that was Haz, he’s here with my key.” Every word he said sounded breathless, a string of words in an almost incomprehensible British accent and an apology mixed in somewhere. You smiled, before jumping up.

“Oh! Before I forget,” you babbled, reaching into a packed kitchen cabinet for something. You stood on the tips of your toes, reaching for a turned handle before it landed gracefully in your palm. You smiled, handing it over to the dumbfounded man over the counter.

“What’s this?” he asked, turning over the red and blue designed cup. “Is this for me?”

“Yeah! I told you I was going to get you a new mug, I didn’t say what it would look like though.” You bit your lip, wondering if a Spider-Man mug was really the way to go in this situation. In addition to playing the wen head, you knew he had an affinity for the character as well, hoping the combined coincidences would lead him to like it.

He pressed it into his palms, turning it over in the daintiest of ways. He clutched it tight, as though he might break it from just breathing on it. When he picked his head up, you noted the watery glimmer in his brown eyes, which he tried his hardest to blink back. There were so many small things about Tom that made your heart flutter, but you didn’t have time to study them all.

“Thank you,” his small voice took you from your thoughts. “That was really sweet of you. You didn’t have to do this.”

“I wanted to,” you relied firmly, placing a hand on his shoulder. “And I couldn’t live with myself if I never replaced it. Seriously, take it,” you told him, seeing as he was unwilling to leave with it. He stared at it a little while longer before he jolted, a buzzing sounding from his back pocket.

“Harrison’s here, I should, uh,” He stammered out, slowly taking some steps back. You nodded, giving him a slight wave and then headed back to the kitchen. You didn’t look up until you heard the door open, and then click shut, the air in your apartment much colder than it had been.

You stared around, wondering if you could find differences in your home now that Tom had been inside it. Your old theory was clearly correct, because your place had never felt so lonely and empty since you’d moved in. With a frown, you stared at the picture of Glasgow, wondering if in some other time and place, it was taken by you and Tom.


No.5: the incident where everything becomes clear

You actually burst into his apartment, a loud banging noise that sounds like it belongs in a movie. You’re too dramatic, and for reasons only you can understand.

Two heads turn, almost in sync. Blue eyes stare your form up and down, a quirk in his brows, while Tom just screams “Y/N!” It’s more of an exclamation that a question, which prompts Harrison to ask the obvious.

“What are you doing?” It’s so posh coming from him, the accent highlighting the annoyance in his voice. Or maybe it’s confusion, because he seems baffled not only by your presence, but by your urgency.

Tom doesn’t seem to mind. He’s got wide, shining eyes, and a posture that’s halfway out of the chair he was sitting in. He crosses the length between you two in an instant, throwing you off for a second before you regained proper footing.

“What’s wrong?” He questioned, staring you down with those concerned brown hues of his. You wanted to take his face in your hands, and reveal your purpose for being here in the first place.

You were out of breath, from both being so close to him, and from running up three flights of stairs. After getting started on a scouting job earlier this week, you requested half the day off to start finalizing your travel plans. Within the next week you’d be flying into Tokyo and Hong Kong for a few days with Shanghai as a backup plan in case you didn’t get the shots you wanted.

You had been so psyched to start packing and start sharing about your trip, when you came across a moving truck in front of your complex. And lo and behold, you caught the sight of Alice, her arms full of those yellow throw pillows you had seen in his apartment all those weeks ago. Her blue eyes scanned the street until they came to rest on you, shouldering a hand bag that probably cost less than her foundation.

Her eyes turned to steel, lips curved in the most menacing grimace you’d ever seen. Her eyes appeared watery as you came closer, the grimace turning into a full-blown snarl the longer you stayed in her vicinity.

You practcally ran away, heart pounding out of fear. It wasn’t that Alice was mean or nasty towards you; it was that you could understand why she didn’t like you. You didn’t know the specifics of their breakup, but if you could guess, you figured Tom’s affection towards you might have played a factor in it.

The guilt burned your chest, but there was something else there you didn’t understand, something that led you to Tom’s unlocked door. In the awkward silence between you two, you wondered why it was unlocked, and why he didn’t seem to question why you were here. The longer he stared at you, the more your fingers itched, and the more you yearned to touch him.

So you pulled him out of the apartment, his feet tripping over the threshold as the door closed behind him. You caught a glimpse of Harrison’s face, blue eyes shining with mirth before he winked, clicking it shut. Tom turned his head to look back, but you grabbed his cheeks, making him face you.

He opened his mouth to ask something, but the question was caught it his throat. Your lips were suddenly on his, and he shifted closer to you, like it was an instinct. Like he got kissed by breathless girls outside his apartment on a daily basis.

His arms wrapped around your waist, before coiling tightly, his nails digging into your jacket. Your hands left his cheeks, instead falling to the nape of his neck, where you brushed small curls of hair with your knuckles. Everything about kissing Tom felt like fitting into a jigsaw puzzle; you knew exactly where everything went. From your hands to your chest to your lips, every part of you felt in place.

Tom eyes opened as he pulled back, gazing at you like he would a star in the sky. “Why did you do that?” His nearly inaudible voice was shaky, his hands running up and down your sides. He tried to still himself, but you could feel the skittish energy he was trying hard to contain.

You wound your arms around his neck, pressing yourself closer to him. “I don’t actually know,” you told him seriously, a smile in your lips.

He tried to roll his eyes, but he too was smiling at you. “You just did it, because? Just because you could?”

“Because I’ve wanted to for a long time. Because you accidently said last Thursday that you were in love with me. And because I’m in love with you too.”

Tom’s arms dropped and he balked, watching you with a gaping mouth. “You heard that? You heard me say that?” he reiterated, looking you in the eye. When you nodded he groaned, placing his head in his hands. He refused to look at you when you coaxed him out of his shame.

“I can’t believe you knew that,” he muttered, his face turning redder by the second. You tiptoed up and kissed the crown of his head, causing him to peek at you through his fingers.

“I’m sorry you’re embarrassed, but if I didn’t know I’d never have the guts to kiss you,” you compromised, pulling his hands away from his face. “C’mon, this situation isn’t all bad.”

“It’s not bad at all, really,” he sighed, a content smile gracing his lips. “I mean, you did say you were in love with me too, right?”

“Do kisses not mean anything to you Brits? Is that just like, a thing you guys do?” You poked fun at him, earning another small peck on your lips to shut you up. You smiled and laughed, making it messy and causing his lips to end up short squish against your cheek. He rolled with it though, smothering your face with tiny little pecks, squeezing you tight in his arms.

From somewhere in the apartment, Harrison screamed “Finally!”

Just Kiss Me

A/N: i don’t do smut, so don’t ask || enjoy ♥

Fandom: Disney Descendants

Boy: Carlos De Vil

Word Count: 1,425

Warning(s): Fluff

‘‘Crap! Jane’s coming! Y/N! Quick! Kiss me!!’‘

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Tech Support - Stuart Twombly

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Stuart Twombly/Reader

Word Count: 4619

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Skype Sex, Masturbation, Oral (Female Receiving)

Notes: Shhh. I told @rememberstilinski and @ninja-stiles I would write them some Stuart stuff. Because Stuart is a babe and I couldn’t stop starting at him while I wrote other things. I guess Stuart is slowly beating out Stiles as my favorite since I write more for Stuart than anyone else? 

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What We once were

I truly hope so much that you like this story. It’s based of what was for months my reality. 

Plot: Y/N is in love with Harry and doesn’t understand why he cuts her off. 

Warnings: Mentions of violent behavior, however not in detail.

Picture isn’t mine which is quite sad. 

It was safe to say that I loved him far too much for my own good. Maybe it was the way he looked at me, eyes wide and full of warmth and with a hint of… wonder. He looked at me as though he was the only one who saw me as me, the person I truly was. And yet at the same time I know now that he also always saw me as somebody I couldn’t possibly be. Somebody I didn’t even want to be and now am glad I never became, even if it resulted in costing me him. To this day I think it was this misperception of his that doomed the two of us to fail.

Harry caused me so much unnecessary pain, forced me through a seemingly infinite amount of sleepless nights.

How had I ever made that man to somebody I cared about so deeply? I truly wish I hadn’t.

….Then.
I stumbled into Harry’s life at a time when the both of us felt terribly out of place. He’d befriended a friend of mine and was soon thrown into a new group of friends, one that I happened to be part of a well. Of course he was on good terms with everybody and held the attention of everyone.

It caught me by surprise when Harry and I became friends. I’d expected to be just as much of a bystander in his life as I was in the lives of the other’s but for some reason he made an effort to know me. I let him of course, gladly in fact since I was just as much pulled under his spell as the rest of us were and greedy for any bit of attention he could spare.

Soon I discovered that he was funny, kind and not half as cocky as he always pretended to be. Harry made me happy. It was far too easy to fall in love with him it happened without me even noticing.

….Now.
It would be nice if this story would turn into one of those that end with the two friends looking closely at each other, smile and then realize at the same time that the partner they had been dreaming of had been right there in front of them all along. What’s more beautiful than mindless flirtations turning into true words of love? I’ll say it right now this is definitely not that kind of story. If anything it’s the opposite.

….Then.
“You should come with us,“ Harry suggested one day.

We were queueing for coffee, something we did at least once a week since he’d introduced me to this part of the city where we’d found what was undoubtedly the best cafe ever. I’d somehow hoped he would invite me to the party tonight, but at the same time I dreaded the thought of going.

I bit my lip. “Wouldn’t I be a bit out of place?“

“Next!“ Moving quickly I informed the barista of our orders and payed for them both before following Harry who’d already walked over to the side of the counter where our coffee’s would be served. He smiled when I followed him.

“Rubbish,“ Harry spoke, grinning at me with that smile I thought about far too often when alone, “You’d just stick to my side like you usually do.“

This idea I liked. Harry’s grin widened when I nodded. “Okay.“

“Great!“

Harry squeezed my shoulder before glancing to our right when’re a beautiful young woman came to a stand, checked something on her phone and then moved to sit down at a table near the wall. A sour taste settled on my tongue and I cleared my throat.

“Only so that somebody’s looking after you, which isn’t a piece of cake,“ I  said, smiling when I successfully distracted his attention away form the pretty female and back to me, “Drunk Harry is a pain in the arse I’ll tell you that much.“

Harry shook his head with arched brows. „Watch it love, ’nother comment like that one and m’gonna pinch you.“

“As if you’d dare,“ I laughed, but shrieked and moved away when his fingers reached out to assault my hips. “Ouch! Be nice!“

We waited another minute or two before he thanked the barista with a warm smile while handing me my coffee.

“How much do I owe you?“ he asked, taking a sip from his mug.

“Don’t worry about it. You payed for both of us last time.“

“Oh, so now you can be nice to me, huh?“ Harry playfully nudged my side with his arm and nodded towards the exit, silently asking for us to leave. Well, less asking than demanding it.

My heart sank a little. I’d hoped we would sit down and enjoy our coffees together and through that prolong our time spent alone with one another, but I assumed he already had other plans.

“I’ll pick you up at ten,“ Harry informed me out on the street, his hand a constant warmth at the small of my back. “That way we’ll be an hour later than everybody else and there when the fun really starts.“

I rolled my eyes. “Sure. Whatever you say.“

“That’s the spirit,“ Harry joked, laughing when I glared at him, “I’ll see you then.“

My heart skipped a beat when he leaned in, lips finding my cheek in a lingering kiss before he allowed his arms to wrap around my waist in a tight embrace. The untamable curls of his tickled my neck when he let his face nuzzle my skin momentarily and I giggled in delight, heart thrumming heavily upon hearing him quietly chuckle.

“I’ll see you later,“ I confirmed, more to myself than to him in order to soften the sting of us having to part, “Bye, Harry.“

I squeezed him to me one more time before letting him release me. He stepped back and for a moment I believed to see something change in his eyes. With a final wave he made his way towards the taxi station nearby while I turned to walk to the nearest bus stop.

..

Harry’s hand was holding mine tightly (his doing, not mine), our fingers intertwined and my heart singing. I smiled and let him pull me with him as he went to say hello to all of the people he knew at the bar, which were many. Nobody questioned our interlaced hands and my cheeks warmed at the thought of people not doubting for a moment that I could belong to Harry’s side.
While Harry spoke to one of his friends my eyes scanned the faces of the people around us and to my distaste found the all too familiar and rather attractive features of Cherry, Her evil eyes glared at me briefly before widening upon noticing Harry, her desire for him as clear to see for everybody as her red painted lips were. I shuddered and turned more into Harry’s side, reminding myself that it was me he’d asked to come with him and not her. I didn’t look but I could feel her angered gaze of jealously on my frame. I couldn’t fight the smile pulling at my lips. The next person I was was Jake, a friend, who smiled and raised his hand in a short wave. I waved back. Him I quite liked.

“Y/N!“

Harry’s eyes found mine briefly before he released my hand and let my friend Lucy embrace me so tightly I could hardly breathe.
When she let go again I was immediately forced into a conversation with her and before I could do anything to stop her she pulled me away and out of Harry’s sight.

The night turned out to be fun though, especially when Harry joined me shortly after saying hello to Cherry and only left my side after an hour when our friend Riley suddenly came hurrying towards us, saying that he needed to talk to Harry. I watched him walk away longingly.

“You know,“ Lucy began while biting onto the blue straw of her drink, “he really likes you.“

“We’re best friends,“ I shrugged, turning to her, “He better like me.“

“No, silly,“ Lucy rolled her eyes and nudged my arm, “I mean he fancies you. Maybe not as much as you do him since you’re practically head over heels for that guy, but still. I’m sure if you were to say anything he’d be happy to go out with you.“

With flushed cheeks I looked around us, hoping nobody had heard her words.

“I don’t want to risk anything,“ I confessed quietly, “I’d rather be his friend than be nothing at all. Besides, it’s the guy who has to take the first step, not the girl.“

At that Lucy laughed loudly, her long hair fell over her shoulders and I briefly admired how pretty she was.

“Welcome to the 21st century, Y/N. And don’t you think he already made the first step? Several times, actually? Think about it. He invited you here to come with him. He escorts you home every time you’re out late with us and he constantly calls or texts you. Jake told me the other day that he drove past the two of you when Harry was walking you home and he didn’t dare stop to say Hi, thinking he might otherwise interrupt something.

“Jake is being funny then,“ I replied, ignoring the heavy squeeze my heart gave, “Harry is like that with many girls.“

“But only with you it is real.“

I didn’t reply any further and did my best to change the subject, silently urging my heart to calm down. I wished Lucy’s words were true. I wanted Harry to adore me as much as I adored him.

….Now.
Harry didn’t adore me as much as I adored him. It was about one week after that night that he told Lucy he hated me. 
Her expression had been one of pity and I could tell it was hard for her to speak the words, fully aware that they would break my heart, but I’d begged her to tell me what it was I had done to make Harry draw away from me. And that was all she got out of him.
Harry hated me, wanted nothing to do with me and felt as though he had absolutely no place for me in his life anymore. 
And while my world shattered at his sudden change of heart, he seemingly stayed unaffected.

“What can I say,“ Lucy recalled his words were, “I guess when one door closes, another one opens.“

But I’m getting ahead of myself.

….Then.
I continued to speak to Lucy and drink, though I made sure not to get drunk so I would be sober should Harry decide to get wasted. I was to keep my word and take care of him, which I didn’t mind at all.

“Can’t believe you’re doing this for him,“ Lucy said, brows arched, “Make sure that he’s actually drunk this time.“

I rolled my eyes, remembering with a foul taste in my mouth when Harry had pretended to be drunk and forced me to drag him home, making me then walk back to my apartment alone and in the middle of the night only to later on reveal that it had all been an act.

“Wanted to see if you were a good friend or not,“ Harry had laughed after humiliating me in front of everybody, “And you passed!“

It hurt me how easily he could play with my feelings for him and I know that I should have left him then. But of course I had instead forgiven Harry without thinking about it twice.

We were interrupted by a guy named Cory. His tall figure loomed over the two of us and he looked very much out of breath. Though he didn’t know me it was my face his eyes instantly found.

“Y/N, right? You need to come with me. Now.“

I was grabbed without further explanation and dragged with such quick steps it was difficult for me to keep up. I was confused and wondered what a guy I didn’t even knew could want from me.

Though when we reached outside I realized it wasn’t Cory who needed something from me, but Jake.

My good and kind friend Jake was crying. His body shook and his face resembled the color of a sheet of paper. The blue of his eyes was swimming in tears and the evident fear in his orbs frightened me. My stomach turned when I noticed how his right cheek shone with a flaming shade of red. I stumbled towards him, heart beating heavily in my chest.

“Jake, what-“

“Y/N. No.“

I flinched at Harry’s rough words and when my surprised eyes met his I froze. With his back stood against the brick wall of the building I hadn’t noticed his presence at first but now that I looked at him not even the dark could hide the heavy movements of his chest, the raw anger in his burning eyes. Instantly my worry was for him.

“Harry? What happened?“

My eyes wandered down and the racing of my heart increased at the sight of his trembling fingers, the knuckles of his hand already swollen.

I moved towards him and reached out for his arm before my brain could catch up. “Oh god, Harry, are you alright?“

Tears threatened to form at the sight of the one I loved in pain. Harry gently squeezed my fingers.

“I’m okay, love, don’t worry. Go. I don’t need you to see this.“ This time his tone was kind.

I turned to look at Jake. He’d shrunk back when I’d moved to stand by Harry’s side instead of his and I noticed how his tears increased, smearing his flaming cheek. I didn’t understand and desperately searched for answers in Harry’s face, but his expression had already hardened again. It was when his dark eyes found Jake’s trembling form that I realized what had happened. There was no kindness in his stare.

I let go of Harry’s hand and stepped back. “Harry, what did you do?“

Jake sobbed, breaking my heart further. I felt tears burn my eyes and roll onto my cheeks before I could stop them and I turned to look at the friend I felt was like my brother. With my entirety shaking I stepped closer and tried to reach for his hand.

“Are you okay?“ It was a stupid question to ask somebody who was so clearly devastated.

Jake nodded.

“Y/N,“ Harry growled form behind me, “Leave him be and go back inside. You have no business here so stay out of it.“

His voice was back to being harsh.

Still I pressed on.

“Did Harry do that?“

I didn’t need Jake’s nod to know the answer to my question.

It wasn’t the first time I’d been a witness to Harry’s short temper. He’d lashed out at people before my eyes more times than I liked to admit, but never before at one of our friends.
Never somebody we cared about. 

At first he would always scream and if the person confronted then didn’t step back, Harry would let his muscular physic do the talking.
I’d been so frightened when it had happened for the first time as I before that incident only knew him as a kind, warm and loving guy who did everything he could for his friends. Upon meeting him I wouldn’t have ever believed he’d be the type to solve his problems with physical strength, but over time I’d learned that if you push the false buttons, he could get as angry as a hurricane and destroy everything around him.
Normally he always tried to make sure I didn’t see.

“Oh Jake,“ I cried and moved to hug him.

Harry made a sound like I imagined a wild tiger would right before killing his prey.

“Y/N, I swear to god, go the fuck inside!“

“Stop it, Harry! Can’t you see you’ve done enough?“ I was properly sobbing now, “What the hell were you thinking? You hit Jake!“

“That prick deserved it,“ Harry spoke cruelly, “Didn’t you, you little shit?“

“Hey man, calm down, okay? I think he gets it,“ Cory intervined.

He’d stayed silent until now.

Jake’s swimming orbs found my face. “I’m going home.“

I brushed my hands against the wet skin of my cheeks and nodded. My friend’s scared eyes found the man’s who stood behind me before quietly continuing.

“Come with me.“

“She’s staying, aren’t you, Y/N?“ Harry’s tone was almost mocking, “She came here with me so she stays until I take her home. She doesn’t need you to do that.“

My head hurt and I shook my head. Breathing was difficult.

“Jake,“ I whimpered, “Just go, okay? Text me when you’re home.“

I knew my reply disappointed him but at the same time it was hardly a surprise. Of course I would stand by Harry’s side still. Of course there wasn’t anyone who I would choose over him. Harry knew it, too and grinned at the both of us with an unfamiliar shade of evil in his eyes.

I faintly heard him mumble the words Good girl.

My stomach turned.

“I can go home by myself.“

Jake moved to leave and when I turned to look at Harry his expression had changed from one of anger to one of surprise. I noticed that his eyes were back to their clear green color that wasn’t at all frightening and when I took a step back and out of his reach he frowned.

“Y/N,“ he spoke softly, “C’mon. I’ll take you home later.“

I shook my head. “I want to leave now.“

He sighed. “We’ll leave now, then.“

Once more he reached out to touch me and just like before I flinched away from his touch. The blood on his hand made me sick.

“I said I can go by myself, Harry.“

..

Any other person would have understood.

Of course I couldn’t bear to be in the presence of the male who’d just inflicted such pain and fear on one of my closest friends. It was all too much and I cried on my way home, thankful that the taxi driver didn’t dare asking what the matter was.

Jake texted me that he was fine and though none of what happened was my fault I apologized profoundly for what Harry had done.
But that was it. I didn’t offer to come over and take care of him, in fact I didn’t address the subject at all anymore the moment I found out what had happened.
Apperaantly Jake had run his mouth about something Harry didn’t like and before he’d been able to react or apologize Harry’d already begun to inflict physical pain on him, completely void of any compassion for his friend.

I felt bad, I really did, and though I was angry and upset with Harry, the fear of him resenting me should I side too much with Jake kept me from being a good friend to him.

I picked Harry without even consciously making the choice.

..

When I went to tell Lucy about what happened the night before she said that she already knew. Harry had told her everything after I’d left him standing outside the bar.

“He was pretty pissed at you,“ she said with worried eyes, “Said he doesn’t want to see you anymore.“

I shuddered. “Maybe I should call him. Talk things out.“

But he didn’t pick up. Not the first time I tried and not the fifth either. He didn’t even respond to my messages.

Slowly I could feel myself freak out. We’d had some spats here and there, arguments that had made him shut me out and avoid talking to me, but so far whenever I reached out to apologize he warmed up and welcomed me back at his side.

Only this time I honestly felt like there was nothing for me to apologize for. I wasn’t the one who’d laid hand on Jake, who’d commanded a friend around as though they were my property and I hadn’t been the one to spoil the whole night for everyone.

“Just apologize to him,“ Lucy advised after I’d spent three days with absolutely no word from Harry, “He’s on good terms with Jake again. After letting out his aggression Harry accepted Jake’s effort of making things okay.“

“Good for them,“ I said, genuinely meaning it, “But there is nothing I could apologize for and nothing that I did wrong that night. Harry knows that, too.“

In all honesty I felt as though it was Harry’s turn to apologize to me. So many times before had it been me who’d tried and tried to reach out for him to make things right, often I even let myself down just to please him and that just couldn’t happen again.
I would wait, I decided, wait for him to respond to one of my innocent messages, hoping desperately that this choice wouldn’t cost me him. 

But of course that was exactly the price I had to pay for not backing down this time.

….Now.
Harry could be so kind. He was the first person to be there for me when I was in trouble, he always protected me against anything and anyone who made me uneasy and most importantly through him I experienced a never before encountered feeling of being needed. 

To him I was important and he appreciated me every day.

At times he was gentle and funny, blushing whenever he managed to make me laugh and his eyes would sparkle so lovingly it made my heart flutter.

He wasn’t all manipulative, arrogant and selfish.

I think Harry liked to think of me as an obedient and kind girl that wasn’t difficult to keep around. And he most certainly knew I was in love with him. So when I chose not to let myself down and apologize for standing up to him he was surprised and angry.
I’d proven his perception of me wrong and this newly discovered girl wasn’t who he had much use to.

….Then.
Never before in my life had I cried so hard. It was like I couldn’t breathe, my chest was crushed under an immense weight and I was robbed of any feeling of comfort. Some nights it got so bad I was hysterical and trashed around in my bed with no hope of finding rest. It felt like I was forcefully ripped open and everything Harry had left in my heart was taken away. Left was a sickening emptiness.

I was devastated.

Harry hadn’t responded to any attempt I’d made at reaching out and after a while I had been forced to give up. So instead I sent Lucy to talk to him and find out what he believed I did wrong only for her to come back with the most awful news.

“Harry was so angry, Y/N,“ Lucy had said, voice quiet and careful, “So much so he acted completely indifferent. He said that you know exactly what you did, that he hates you for it and never wants to see you again.“

She might as well have knocked me out.

Lucy nervously toyed with her hands. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. There really was nothing I could do to calm him.“

..

Hearing that the person you love feels hate towards you is the most intense kind of heart break that can be inflicted upon you by a loved one. Any sense of warmth is sucked out of you, your skin is in a constant state of shudder and your heart might as well not be there. The sickness you may feel before sitting through an important exam or before your first day at a new job, that kind of nerve wrecking sickness doesn’t ever go away again.

Your body is always on alert. Not even sleep brings rest.
It is pure torture to bear a broken heart and it takes so much time until it gets better.

..

The crying didn’t stop and I had no control over it. My eyes began to tear up without me noticing and due to the constant ache in my heart it was difficult to tell when my body was overwhelmed by it. During those times I searched for solitude and refused to spend time with the large group of people I’d once called my friends. Lucy and a small handful of them were the only ones I wanted to be around, anyone else I knew would instantly go and tell Harry about the pitiful state I was in.
And he didn’t need to know how much him leaving me had shattered my entire being.

To my luck the intense pain, confusion and disappointment followed a lot of anger. Like, more anger than I ever knew I was capable of feeling. That helped so much and for the first time I could feel myself slowly getting close to feeling okay again.

Because honestly: How dare he put me aside like I was a used doll to him? How dare he pretend like I wasn’t the best friend he had? How dare he act as if I hadn’t always put him first, before myself even?

I hissed in anger at the mere thought of all the things I’d done for him, every sacrifice, every time I let myself down to please him. If he messed up, I was there to help make things right, if he was upset, I was there to cheer him up. Me, me me. Always Me.
And now what? I had cried at the sight of my friend in pain and that made ma a traitor?

“I’m okay,“ I told Lucy one afternoon after she asked me how I was coping. Five weeks had passed since Harry had stopped talking to me and I was happy to admit that my words were only half a lie.

“That’s good,“ she gave me a small smile before her expression hardened and she looked away. “He asked about you today.“

I almost chocked on my tea. Lucy elaborated: “I ran into him at the cafe he likes so much. He asked where I was going and when I told him he wanted to know how you were doing.“

“What did you say?“ I wondered, my voice much steadier than I expected.

She peered up at me form under her lashes. “That you were good.“

I nodded. “Good.“

“I also asked if I should talk to you and help him make things right again.“ Lucy looked at me expectantly.

With brows arched in surprise I cleared my throat. “You did? What did he say?“

“Nothing he just shook his head. But that’s only because he’s prideful, Y/N, trust me. If you were to call him now I’m certain he would want to talk.“

Slowly I raised the mug I held in both hands to my lips and took a sip. When I looked at her again I knew my slightly puffy eyes were hard.

“Well, I’m not going to.“

“You should,“ Lucy protested, “Put you both out of your misery.“

I shook my head. “He’s the one who acts as if I did the worst possible thing to him when in reality I have done nothing. No, I am definitely not going to crawl back to him like a whipped dog that learned its lesson and damn him if he thinks I will. Maybe he regrets being a dick to me but then it sure as hell means that it’s his turn to come back. After all, he’s the one that left.“

When I finished I was out of breath and my hands trembled.

“I didn’t know you were this angry,“ Lucy admitted, her eyes holding surprise, “I expected you to be happy about these news.“

“Well I’m not,“ I answered, “This is just another stupid test of his and after crying every night for almost a month now I no longer care if I fail it.“

“He told me you were the one who left.“

I gaped at her. “What?“

She shrugged. “In his version of the story you’re the one who backed away form him after what happened to Jake. He thinks you are the one who left.“

Once more my body was set on fire with anger.
“That’s what this is about?“ I cried, “He hates me for not holding the hand he used to beat my friend with?“

Lucy bit her lip, then she nodded.

“Fuck him then,“ I said harshly, “What a self centered prick. I was frightened sick and he is so selfish that me taking a step back and insisting that I needed a moment alone is enough for him to throw us away?“

There was a pause of silence and slowly my breathing calmed again.

Lucy cleared her throat. “Okay, well… it’s your choice. I just know how much you care for him and even after everything he did I’m sure he cares about you just as much. And as your friend I must say that I can’t bear to see you so hurt all the time.“

At that I smiled kindly. “If he cared as much about me as I do for him he wouldn’t be spending all of his time with Cherry at his side.“

Lucy’s face fell. “I didn’t think you knew about that.“

I shrugged. “Hard not to. Her Instagram is full with pictures of them together. Her hugging him, him holding her waist, them dancing. He doesn’t seem to miss me too much.“

“She’s a distraction and has a pretty head that is as empty as a head can be,“ Lucy spoke harshly, “He knows that she is nothing compared to the friendship he had with you.“

I shrugged once more. “He doesn’t seem to mind. And as long as he doesn’t try to come back to me with a solid apology I couldn’t care less if Cherry bores him out of his mind.“

..

Nights were still the worst. That was when my head was haunted by every moment I ever spent with Harry, every laugh we shared, every touch. My poor heart was tortured with the memory of him kissing my cheek, leaving the skin hot and burning. I was reminded of the wide smile he wore whenever he saw me and the look of his arms held open wide for me to step into.

What I found myself missing most though was his smell. I’d grown to love his scent, found it comforting and every night I feared I would forget it one day.

Nights were when I allowed myself to cry and mourn the hope of love I’d lost with him.

I missed laughing with him, because he was still the funniest person I knew. I longed to hear him talk, because he had such a smart mind. I couldn’t bear to think that I would never get to feel his arms around me again and it hurt to imagine that I would never have his protection again.

After giving him so much importance in my life it was difficult to cope without him. But I did. And after two months of no word of him, it truly was no longer a lie when I said that I was feeling good.

..

It was almost like he knew that my heard had mended and I believed he understood that as his cue to come back and fuck me up again.
I stared at my phone with shock. I had one missed call from Harry and four new texts.

Hey.

How are you?

Can we talk?

Sorry.

Almost three months. That was how long he’d waited to reach out again. More than 40 nights of crying, more than 30 days of feeling like I was only a shell of myself.
And all I got was a Hey. How are you? Can we talk? Sorry. 
A ‘Sorry’ was all that my pain was worth.

„Fuck you, Harry,“ I muttered.

I reached for the device sitting before me, unlocked the screen and pressed onto the message until the small window popped up.

Are you sure you want to delete this chat? My phone asked.

I didn’t hesitate to press yes.

….Now.
To this day I knew that there was nobody I loved as deeply as I did Harry.

Even after doing everything in his power to break my heart, I can’t help the small jump out of rhythm and the tiny squeeze it gives whenever I happen to see his face somewhere. So many years have past and both of our lives are so different now.

We don’t speak. We don’t reach out.

But his stare lingers when he sees my face and so does mine. It’s as if we’re both reminded of who we once were and for a moment we wonder what we’ve become.

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Can’t Stand Being Away From You - Tom Holland Imagine

Request by @ireallyneedhelplikenow​ : Hiya lovely, could you do a Tom Holland imagine where the reader visits him on set of homecoming? Could you make it really fluffy please ❤️❤️Thank you x 

Warnings: lots of fluff, Language

Word Count: 1,261

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

A/N: This sucks. Hope this is enough fluff to satisfy you : ) 

~Masterlist~

“How’s filming going?”

“Its great everyone is so incredible, its really a dream come true.”

“That’s great Tom.” You chuckle.

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Since Forever (Peter Parker x Reader)

Summary: A night at a bar with some friends leads to so much more.

Featuring: Peter (obvi), MJ, and a wild Liz

A/N: The story is complete before the smut, but it was so much fun writing it also I’m still embarrassed by it. Also, Peter, MJ, and reader are all seniors.

Warnings: Smut below the triple line cut; underage drinking; drunk Liz

Word Count: 2.8k+

Originally posted by parkrpeters


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03. You’re Mine - Min Yoongi Fanfic

AN*  So I ran across a “Bed Sharing AU” prompt list with 8 prompts and thought it’d be a great exercise to explore writing fanfics again. This is the 3rd in the series of oneshots. I’m using all 8 prompts with different members.  8 prompts, 7 members… the 8th will be a surprise.

A special thanks to BTS… for giving me inspiration and re-igniting my passion to write again. (Gif credit to original poster.)

01. Kim NamJoon - Must Have Energy

02. Kim SeokJin - Mama Mo’s

04. Jung HoSeok - My Hope

05. Park Jimin - Awkwardly Perfect

06. Kim TaeHyung - The BPP

07. Jeon JungKook - Call Me Kookie

08. BTS - Hawaiian Thunderstorm

Originally posted by helloangiemccartney

You’re Mine

Prompt: You’re staying over, take my bed, I’ll sleep on the couch, yes i am yes i am yes i am yes i am no you’re not yes i am FINE WE’LL BOTH TAKE THE BED, happy!!??

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Genre: angst, minor fluff, smut lite, a bit of everything really… *strong language**abuse warning (discussion and aftermath)*

Word Count: 4K

You had NEVER seen Yoongi this angry before… You’d never seen him this… anything before.  Min Yoongi was so quiet and never let anybody know what he was thinking, but he was definitely giving you an earful now.

“I’ll fucking kill him!” he growled as he paced back and forth in front of you.  The energy radiating off of him should be scaring you, especially after what you had just gone through, but it was Yoongi…

“You’re not going to kill him,” you said softly.  

Yoongi surged toward you.

“If I say I’m gonna fucking kill him, I’ll fucking kill him, Y/N!” he shouted.  You couldn’t stop the flinch at his raised voice so close. Immediately the energy shifted and you felt a hand on your knee.  You opened your eyes to find Yoongi kneeling in front of you, eyes soft for the first time since you showed up on his doorstep… with a cut and bloody lip and a bruise darkening on your cheek.

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lowkey jealous [ eggsy x reader ]

warnings: chavs, cussing

words: 1914 (oops)

prompt: May I request an imagine for Eggsy Unwin from Kingsman? Preferably before he was recruited into kingsman and he was living with his mum. Could it be where him and the reader are friends and are deeply in love with each other but don’t want to say. Eggsy takes the reader to a club for a night out and he gets extremely jealous because other men try it on with Y/N, leading him to tell her how he feels? Sorry it’s a bit vague. I absolutely adore your writing and I love you ❤️ (anon)

a/n: anyone know kelly from misfits???? it’s her!!

MASTERLIST KO-FI.

“Oh c’mon, (Name),” Her hand lands on your naked knee and squeezes reassuringly. “One smoke, yea? Nothin’ will happen from one bloody smoke, promise.”

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anonymous asked:

i don't really wanna push you into writing something because I really do love your writing but id really like a small au (if possible!!) of changkyun from monsta x!

ive actually really missed monsta x and was thinking about enemies-to-lovers changkyun so,,,,,,,here you go ^^

  • changkyun was your lab partner for a bio course you took when you were just a freshman in college and since that day,,,,,,,,you have hated each other 
  • why? oh maybe because every time you had something to say changkyun was sO SuRE his idea was better
  • or whenever he’d try to take down notes he’d do this annoying thing like STAND IN FRONT OF YOU so you couldn’t see the board
  • and for the whole semester you two were like dogs at each others necks
  • and ,,,, it didn’t stop outside of that classroom
  • like seriously if you and changkyun as much as bumped into each other it was like a parade of sarcastic comments
  • “oh you’re taking microbio? im taking genetics, looks like im taking the big kid class and you’re taking the kindergarten science wah wah”
  • “why did you bump into me asshat”
  • “i like your outfit.” “changkyun, you’ve never liked anything about me.” “exactly, i like it because it makes you look WORSE”
  • honestly,,,,,,,you two just cannot stop
  • and shownu or wonho always has to step in between you and be like guys,,,,please,,,,show some respect we’re still on campus
  • and you’d be like ill show respect to changkyun pigs f l y 
  • and changkyun scoffs and he’s like ill show them respect when hyungwon willingly takes an advanced math class
  • and you just,,,tick each other off,,,,because you both know what buttons to press
  • so it’s no surprise that when you both end up being part of the three finalists in a scientific journals scholarship contest ,,,,,,you and changkyun are just grinning menacingly at each other like oH i saw you got in,,,,,,,,cant wait to be runner up to me again huh??? and changkyun is like don’t you mean you can’t wait to finally see how superior my brain is to yo-
  • kihyun like three feet away: if i spritz them with water do you think they’ll calm down?
  • wonho: nope, ive tried it. doesn’t work.
  • the eve of the contest announcing the winners you run into changkyun at the library and of course he’s refreshing the journal’s website to see the winners names
  • ,,,,,,just like you are too
  • and the library technically closes at 10 but you know you’re going to stay up and so is changkyun so you both gather your laptops and you’re like “hey don’t follow me im going to the cafe near the english department.”
  • changkyun scrunches up his nose and is like “too bad, i thought of going there first so technically you’ll be following me.”
  • and like a couple of middle schoolers you end up running there to see who got there first,,,,arguing over it in front of a tired cashier who lets you both have two lattes on the house if you agree to just sit down and shut up
  • as midnight ticks closer,,,you and changkyun keeps looking over at each other,,,glaring and making face when fINALLY the website updates
  • and you look at the winners name,,,,,,,,,,and freeze
  • ‘winner of the scholarship: nakamoto yuta. second place is tied!’
  • looking at you and changkyun’s names written together in smaller font,,,,,,you can’t help but swallow and turn your head to peek over at changkyun
  • whose doing the same and you both get up as you make eye contact
  • and the cashier is like oh god now what
  • but you and changkyun both march outside and you’re like CHANGKYUN WHAT THE HELL 
  • and he’s like I DONT KNOW WHAT THE HELL I THOUGHT IT WAS GOING TO BE YOU OR ME
  • and you’re like exactly???? your paper on transitional motion was way better????? and changkyun is like your paper on genetics in ants was way better too?????/
  • both fuming,,,you’re standing outside the cafe in the darkness and changkyun is like “im so,,,,,,,,angry i could just do something really dumb right now.”
  • and you’re like wow same something really dumb like,,,,,like,,,,,,,,
  • suddenly you get an idea,,,,an idea you can’t believe you thought of,,,,,but also,,,,,,when you see changkyun in front of you 
  • the same face you’d despised seeing,,,that you’d grown to instinctively react to,,,,,,,,,,why,,,,,why has it never looked more handsome to you??!?!?!
  • the pretty way his eyes are set,,,dark brown and yet still shining,,,,,his lips,,,,,,,,his perfect jawline,,,,,,,,,,,,,
  • and changkyun is like tilting his head,,,,going “something dumb like?”
  • “like this.”
  • you take a step forward, bunching up changkyun’s shirt in your fist and tugging him down to press your mouth to his
  • and changkyun,,,,,,,is frozen,,,,,,,but his eyes flutter close and his own hand comes to hold the back of your neck
  • when you pull back you’re both like,,,ahem,,,um
  • and changkyun is like “that was,,,,,dumb right?” and you’re like yeah,,,super dumb,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
  • but you can’t help it three seconds later you’re back in each others hands making out furiously with changkyun letting you pin him against the wall off the cafe 
  • and the cashier,,,thinking you and changkyun might have killed each other opens the door and sees you and is like OH,,,,,,,o h,,,,,,,,,,oh 
  • you and changkyun with messy hair walking back inside shyly getting your laptops and changkyun being like “we are gonna,,,,um,,,,go,,,uh,,,stu,,-st-”
  • you: “we’re gonna make out again. im so sorry you had to see it though, bye.” LOL
Netflix - Smut

Originally posted by alfatwolf

Author: @dumbass-stilinski
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Reader
Words: 2,997
Request: Can you plz do a imagine where Stiles and the reader have a Netflix and chill date? Oh, and smut if you would like to add it. -bye I love your writing! ❤ 
AN: Sorry this took so long! I’ve been distracted lately. Also I didn’t edit this very well so excuse my mistakes. xoxoxox Thanks to @toppunks for looking at this for me.


Kira slammed her locker door, raising an eyebrow at you. “You’re not coming to the party?”

You shook your head, your arms tightening around the books you were holding. “Nah. I’m not in the party mood.”

“This wouldn’t have anything to do with the fact that Stiles isn’t going either, would it?” Lydia asked from beside you, a knowing look on her pretty face.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “No. What Stiles Stilinski chooses to do does not dictate my every decision.”

“You could have fooled me.” Malia deadpanned.

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The hall
  • A/N : Hello, again this ended up being way longer than I expected. I actually really liked how this turned about and kind of want to do a thing on how this reader and Steve got together.  I hope you all enjoy!
  • premise: Reader and Steve are being their normal sweet, playful selves in the empty hallway at school. Nancy watches in a non creepy way. Its not sad I swear but kind of bittersweet for stancy shippers.
  • warnings : fluff

Just like everyone, Y/N and Steve went to the big football game but less than halfway through decided to leave. Instead of just leaving all together, they went back inside the school. The halls were vacant not a single soul was seen. Y/N playfully danced through the hall while Steve sat and watched the dramatic performance with complete adoration. Steve’s trance was broken when Y/N made him get up and dance with her. The two danced up and down the hall, eventually, Y/N broke out in song. They looked like fools, but happy fools. Y/N stopped her out of tune singing and was almost completely out of breath from all the shenanigans. Steve and Y/N couldn’t stop laughing from all the silliness that had just occurred but once the laughing started to die down, Steve pulled Y/N close and they slow danced to the distant noise of the game. Y/N rested her head on Steve’s chest and he rested his chin on top of her head. The two fools were completely taken with one another. 

While the halls were seemingly vacant, there was one person who was there. Nancy had come back into the school to use the restroom but when she left she heard a bunch of laughter coming from one of the halls. Nancy, being the investigator she is, went to the noise. When she was close enough to see the scene, she saw Steve and Y/N slow dancing. She wanted to look away, it was such an intimate moment and she felt like she was intruding but no matter how much she tried, she couldn’t leave, she couldn’t look away.

“I love you.” Steve whispered so quietly that if Y/N wasn’t paying attention she would’ve missed it.

Y/N knew how hard those three words were for Steve to say after his relationship with Nancy. He didn’t say them often, so each time he did, it was like he was saying them for the first time all over again. Y/N looked up at him completely mesmerized.

“I love you too Steve Harrington.” Y/N whispered back.

They had to stopped dancing, if they stood any longer they would’ve melted into a puddle right there and then from their confessions. Y/N grabbed Steve’s hand and went to sit against the part of the wall that didn’t have lockers on it. Instead of sitting next to her, Steve laid down using Y/N’s lap has a pillow. As he laid on her lap, Y/N ran her fingers through his hair with one hand and continued to hold his hand with her other. They looked at each other with nothing but love. Even though the three words were not said often, they both knew that the love was there and it was real.

Nancy was still glued to the couple. She watched as they held hands and Y/N ran her fingers through his hair. Nancy could see them talking but couldn’t make out what they were saying. She felt a sting in her heart as Y/N started laughing at something Steve said and he just beamed at Y/N. Nancy had liked Steve, she really did but she didn’t love him and couldn’t get herself to a place where she did. She was happy for him, he was a great person and boyfriend, once you get to really know him. She knew he deserved someone who would make him happy but most of all be able to reciprocate his love. She had wished for him to be able to find that someone and once he did her heart couldn’t help but ache ever so slighty. Nancy was with Johnathan now and she knew she shouldn’t have these aches but she couldn’t help it. Watching these two intimate moments were bittersweet for her and she didn’t think she could take another from them. So Nancy went back into the bathroom, splashed some water on her face and walked back out. She started down towards the hall Steve and Y/N were in. She hoped that they wouldn’t see her even though she would walking right past them.  As she got closer, Y/N saw her and smiled.

“Hey Nancy! How’s the game going?” Y/N asked. She was so nice, Nancy couldn’t help but like her.

“Hi..oh yeah the game… it’s going… well. We’re winning.. pretty chilly out there.” Nancy didn’t know how the game was going and actually felt bad about lying.

“We never win” Steve laughed from shock, the thought Nancy was lying about the game never crossed his mind. “Don’t freeze out there Nance.”

Nancy awkwardly laughed “I wont, you guys don’t freeze either! You’re probably really warm from..being inside..” She had almost slipped that she had been watching. Nancy was running out of things to say and desperately wanted to leave.

“Yeah, its pretty warm in here but I have this personal space heater.” Y/N laughed as she looked down at Steve. He couldn’t help but smile.

“I should probably be heading back out there.. It was good to see you guys!” Nancy quickly rushed out

“Bye Nance!” they both waved at her.

“She seemed in a rush, do you think something’s wrong? Y/N asked concernedly

“I thought Johnathan’s out there, she probably didn’t want to leave him by himself too long. I hope she’s ok though” Steve said not putting too much thought into it.

Steve and Y/N went back to their conversation before Nancy showed up resulting in a laughing fit from both of them. The two stayed like this for awhile longer, just relishing in each others company. They made sure they left before the game got to half time so that their moment wouldn’t get interrupted.

The Only Exception (Part 8)

Summary: AU. Reader is given the task of running a popular love advice internet show when her coworker is fired. Her cynical attitude toward love makes her offer some harsh advice, and more than a few hearts are caught in the aftermath. Will hers be one of them?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 2,733

Warnings: language, fire, panic, dangerous situation, rescue, drinking, bad jokes, I’m off the handle because I no longer care

A/N: If you don’t like it, don’t read it. After the posts I saw last week that personally attacked me…I wish some people put half as much effort into helping others and the earth as they do being genuinely awful.

Anyways, it’s fiction.

Part - 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10

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sushi || pjm (f)

Going out on a date with some guy you met at a café could bring more with it than meets the eye.

❀ genre: fluff.
❀ word count: 5,3k+
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With slow steps, you dragged your feet towards the bathroom, feeling really tired from the nap you just woke up from. Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to sleep before a date, but you couldn’t help yourself as you had woken up really early for work. A small smile played upon your lips as you thought about it, work. It’s where you met him.


‘’Y/N! A caramel macchiato!’’ your co-worker yelled from the counter as you hastily wiped away the mess you just made.

‘’Coming right at ya,’’ you just told him, still wiping the counter and now also the floor, as coffee dripped from the edges. Brown droplets splashed in front of your white shoes, almost making them brown too, but with a few more wipes it looked like nothing was ever there.

A heavy sigh left your mouth and you heard a shy voice speaking a few metres away from you.

‘’Please, t-take your time,’’ the voice said as you whipped your head around, gazing at the guy to which the voice belonged with surprised eyes. When you met his eyes, your heart was about the burst and you could feel your head getting lighter.

Warm, chocolate brown eyes, a bit puffy and a face handsome as hell. Lips plump at first, but when his mouth went upwards, the cutest smile ever appeared, making his eyes smile as well. You had no idea how a stranger could make you feel all giddy, but he did. His ash blonde hair fell in front of his face in various ways, and it gave him this chill and cute vibe.

‘’Oh Jesus, Lord, save me,’’ was the only thought going through your mind,

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First Crush (part 3)

Originally posted by tom-is-bae

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader, Tony Stark (dad) x Reader

Summary: After being home schooled your whole life, it’s finally your first day in high school. You are so excited to finally have a chance to live a normal teenage life. Well as normal as you could get.

Word count: 1000

A/N: This is the first thing that I have ever written so please go easy on me. I have written five parts to this story and I’m going to post a new part everyday. I would really appreciate constructive criticism. So, if you think of something that I could do better let me know! So here we go. I hope you guys like it!

PS You can send me requests if you want! I can write about almost any MCU character and actor. By sending me requests you can help me improve myself. Send your requests here!

Part 1   Part 2   Part 4   Part 5


Peter’s point of view:

Y/N and I had been friends for a few weeks now. She had become one of my best friends and the biggest crush I have ever had. Every time I saw her smile and heard her laugh I fell in love with her even more. Ned figured out my crush almost instantly and has been teasing me about it since then. He has been dropping hints at Y/N, not so subtly may I add. But Y/N seems to be completely oblivious about it and she hasn’t (luckily) figured it out yet.

“Peteeer!” I heard a familiar voice yell and felt her hugging me from behind. God, she smelled amazing. Her signature perfume had become my favorite smell in the world. “H-heeey Y/N” I replied and cursed myself for stuttering. I mean seriously I had known her for weeks and I still couldn’t control my stutters. “I just ran into Ned and he told me about your movie night tonight and invited me to join you guys. I don’t know if he told you about it yet but I’ll be there. Hope you don’t mind” Y/N said with the biggest smile on her face. God that smile makes never fails to make my heart beat out of my chest. And those soft-looking pink lips, the most perfect set of lips I have ever seen. I wonder what it would feel like to kiss those lips and- “Peter you don’t mind do you?” she continued now with a slightly worried expression. I jumped out of my thoughts and shook the image of kissing her out of my head “N-no no of course not! I would love for you to join us.” I told her emphasizing the word ‘love’ way too much. “Great I can’t wait!” she cheered “walk with me to math?” she asked. I nodded and shut my locker.

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anonymous asked:

RFA * V* Saeran overhearing their female s/o on the phone telling another boy she loves them but it's actually just one of the s/o's family members ?

hey it’s been like five years but I finally wrote it and I’m sorry I had no idea what to do for Baehee >.<

I love how they get progressively long as you go have fun reading


YOOᔕᑌᑎG:

·         You’re playing LOLOL together when suddenly you get a phone call, and pause the game while you answer

·         Yoosung’s doing some quick character customization while your conversation goes on, but he’s getting the feeling that you’re talking to another man

·         And someone close to your age, at that

·         He’s been working hard at controlling his jealousy, but it’s so difficult, especially now that you’re speaking such gentle words, your pretty eyes soft and twinkling

·         Who is it you’re talking to that would warrant such an expression? Such words that spoke of warmth and tender love?

·         Yeah so it was impossible for Yoosung to keep his switch off

·         Can you stab someone through the phone? How can I perform simple voodoo? became his newest google searches

·         “Take care of yourself, I’ll come see you soon, I love you!” you hang up with a wistful sigh.

·         “The old geezer went and fell down the stairs…again…honestly he needs to be more careful.”

·         “Old…geezer?” Yoosung asks tentatively, slowly putting his phone down

·         “Yeah, my grandfather went and broke up hip by tripping on a step. Luckily he didn’t fall a whole flight, but still, at his age….”

·         Yoosung discreetly closes his ‘Voodoo for Beginners’ tab and coughs lightly

·         “Right well, let’s continue our match, shall we? I’ll crush you! Ha-ha, I’m kidding?”

·         The battle begins once more, you having already forgotten about the phone call, but somewhere in Yoosung’s mind, he’s thinking about the web page he’d closed

·         Maybe it would be useful to look through

·         For future references…


ᘔEᑎ:

·         Y’all are rehearsing some lines

·         or taking selfies

·         or working out

·         or trying to summon Satan idk but your phone rings and you excuse yourself from your current activity  to answer it

·         lmao though imagine you actually summon Satan and he’s trying to take your soul or smthing but then you’re like ok hold up my dude I got a phone call the delivery guy might have gotten lost and Satan is just left standing there like ??? do I get food too or

·         anyways hi hello it’s your /actual/ father calling about the family reunion on Saturday

·         Zen’s sneaking glances your way because what’s with this sweet tone of yours

·         is i T A mE m Be R of Th eOpPOSi t E SE x????????

·         basically he’s trying to listen to the voice on the other end of the line but being sneaky about it

·         we all know that ‘subtlety’ is not part of Hyun Ryu’s vocabulary, let alone life skills

·         so he’s basally draped himself over you  like some sort of fallen tree trunk

·         im good at analogies alright

·         you’re trying to focus on the call but at the same time Zen what the flippity fuck are you doing you’re making me have to pee

·         he’s already suspicious but when you hang up with a cheery “love ya daddy!” Zen malfunctions and doesn’t know whether to cry or yell

·         “Who was that why do you love that person was it a guy wh-”

·         “Zen, chill that was my dad.”

·         :0

·         :000000

·         you can see him dying a bit inside because  oh no I got jealous over her F A THER??????

·         but then Zen is Suddenly Inspired 

·         “Hey,” he whispers in a sultry voice, his lips pressed against your ear, “how about you call me daddy too?”


ᒍᑌᗰIᑎ:

·         contrary to popular belief, Jumin is actually cool with you talking to other dudes

·         as long as it’s strictly professional, that is

·         he’s never heard you talk to your family before, so he isn’t aware just how close you all are

·         the both of you are attending a meeting, and during the coffee break you receive a call

·         ‘Jongin’ is the caller’s name, which Jumin manages to catch a glimpse of flashing across your phone’s screen before you deftly answer the call

·         “Yeah? Hello!” you say,  before excusing yourself from the room

·         Jumin is left wondering whether he should follow you or just ignore it

·         but there’s just something about the delicate shift in your tone that puts him ill at ease

·         because you should only be speaking to him that way

·         side note I reallllllly want to see some yandere Jumin but not like weird prison guard Jumin but actual Yoosung level yandere

·         alas, the meeting starts again, yet you don’t return to the room

·         he hears you giggle occasionally from the hallway, but tries not to focus on it too much because the meeting is about the future of C&R’s cat projects and therefore of uttermost importance

·         needless to say, his mind is quite preoccupied

·         one of the chairmen asks him “What do you believe would be the total production cost for this particular plan?” 

·         Jumin answers with a distracted “Oh, no I rather do like red wine with my pasta.”

·         basically he’s really not himself what’s gotten into him he’s usually an unstoppable force in meetings but now???

-         the meeting is adjourned, and he rushes out the door

·         as soon as he spots you in he hallway, he’s marching straight towards you, reaching for your arm right when you say “Okay bye! I’ll see you tomorrow, love you!”

·         “What’s this about loving who now?” Jumin hisses, his hand closing lightly, but firmly, around your wrist

·         “It’s me telling a family member that I care about them?” you say, confused as to why he’s reacting in such a way

·         “You - what? family member?”

·         Yeah, that was my uncle. We usually go shopping together every few weeks, and we’re due to go again tomorrow.”

·         Jumin’s emotions quiet down in an instant, however his heart is still running rampant like a wild beast in his chest

·         he slides his fingers down to envelop your hand, and gently rests his forehead atop yours

·         “Please, my love, don’t scare my like that again, you are my one, my everything…”

·         you’re getting ready to whisper your own cheesy loving sentence, but he continues

·         “Also you should bring your uncle shopping in this building. We have over 200 different stores, and maybe he would be willing to lead our cat campaign-”

·         you poke his stomach

·         “You are not bringing my uncle into this cat thing…but if you want, you can tag along and come shopping with us.”

·         he agrees, which is a bad idea

·         cuz you and your uncle tag team him

·         and he ends up wearing some sort of cat/maid outfit that shows skin in just the right places

·         yeah but it’s a good buy

·         Jumin actually wears it around the penthouse

·         Driver Kim once saw him in it 

·         “The young master has rather particular interests….”

·         lowkey approves and wants one himself


ᔕᗩEYOᑌᑎG:

·         mmmmmmkay well honestly he’s heard you say “I love you” to several people already, but he doesn’t get jealous because you’re always showering him with your affection

·         but he’s had one of his bad days, old emotions and thoughts and insecurities are already chasing each other in his mind

·         so it isn’t helping him much when he can just tell you’re talking to another boy

·         terrible thoughts swarm his head, and he cannot stop fretting about all the bad things that could possibly be happening

·         What if he hadn’t been looking enough into things?  What if he’s being played? Are you going around behind his back? Betraying him?

·         but for every one of these thoughts, he  lashes out at himself, thinking things along the lines of don’t I trust her? Do I really think she’s that bad a person? She’s given me all this love, would she really just abandom me like that?

·         Or maybe now I’m reading too much into things?

·         “Alright, bye Kyungsoo, I love you!”

·         He winces, not wanting to face you, afraid that the bile in his throat will lead him to say harsh things

·         “What’s wrong, Saeyoung?”

·         “Who…” he croaks, a faint pain etched across his face, “Who were you talking to?”

·         “Oh that? It was my brother!”

·         “You…your…ah.”

·         “Is something the matter?”

·         “No, I’m just a huge idiot is all.”

·         “Now tell me something I don’t know,” you say with a sly smile, wrapping your arms around his waist, “you might be the world’s biggest idiot, but at the very least, you’re my idiot.”

·         Saeyoung instinctively returns the embrace, holding you tight against his chest. “Likewise.”


ᐯ:

·         oh my hea RT lmao what heart haha I just roasted myself

·         y’all are just chillin’, looking through his pictures when you get a phone call

·         V is fine with you talking on the phone right beside him, so you answer right there

·         Heck, you could even be riding the shit out of him and he’d still be chill with you calling your friend

·         MC orders pizza while getting laid lolololol

·         He gets momentarily nervous, though, when he hears a deeper voice on the other end of the line

·         But V, he tells himself, don’t discriminate maybe it’s a girl with a deeper voice you never know

·         “Who is that?” V mouths, just to be safe

·         Oh, he’s just –” you start to say before you get cut off by the person you’re talking to

·         a b OY?!

·         “Okay! I love you!” you say before hanging up

·         V’s all ༼ ºل͟º ༼ ºل͟º ༼ ºل͟º ༽ ºل͟º ༽ ºل͟º ༽

·         it takes him a moment to calm down, at which point he’s convinced himself that you’re moving on, which is fine, because he’s not good enough for you he wasn’t good enough for Rika you’ll be happier without him you–

·         “V you’re turning blue I don’t think you’re breathing.”

·         He inhales sharply and looks at you with tears in his eyes

·         it makes sense, he concludes, trying to hold back the waterworks

·         “You should have told me sooner,” he says softly

·         “Told you what?”

·         “That you’ve…found someone else.”

·         seriously V I thought jumped to conclusions too fast but you really take the cake

·         you just stare at him, then look at the phone in your hand, then back at V

·         whoops

·         “Sweetheart no that was my cousin!”

·         V just blanches

·         I am horrible how dare I get jealous so easily and I thought she was in love with another family member what am I –

·         “V if you stop breathing like that you’ll actually die.”

·         without a word, V reaches over to you and pulls you into his chest

·         there’s a strange elation sensation inside his body, and he realizes that he had unconsciously been so stressed, a knot of worry had formed in the pit of his stomach

·         his worry is replaced by a realization

·         the realization that

·         he’s not okay with you leaving him after all


ᔕᗩEᖇᗩᑎ:

·         He ain’t taking none of that shit

·         the moment he hears you say “Hi!” in such a sweet voice because MC you’re only supposed to talk like that with me h o w da re you, he practically launches himself at your phone and does a wicked somersault landing

·         Where did he go?

·         Surely not inside the kitchen cabinets

·         oh

·         but there he is

·         crouching between cereal boxes and jars of tomato sauce, just emanating dark waves of furious doom

·         They’re so tangible for a second you worry they might stain the walls

·         “She’s mine,” he hisses into the receiver, “and I’m not gonna let you lay a single hand on her.”

·         “Well…” the voice answers, “that’s fine and all but I’m her brother so we do occasionally hug sometimes.”

·         Saeran had already prepared a nasty comeback, but he wasn’t expecting the call to be from your family

·         “Ah uh, okay bye,” he grunts instead  in an awkward manner, before promptly hanging up

·         “Um…Saeran…I kinda really needed to talk to him though…”

·         He whips his gaze towards you

·         “The….” he chokes, his eyes wide 

·         “Huh???”

·         “The what???? Hug?????” he finally whispers, seeming if not a bit panicked by the thought such a thing existing

·         you stare at each other blankly for a brief minute before you double up in laughter because

·         a) he looks like a startled, edgy cat b) he’s in your fucking kitchen cabinets and c) the what??? hug??? was something you never thought would come out of his mouth

·         but he gets so sour about you laughing at him that he refuses to leave his perch for the next two hours

·         #spends the whole time thinking about you hugging him

·         *cue the blushies*

·         wants to try this ‘hugging’ ordeal

Extra Pickles?

Requested By: @yoyococo18

Hey! I saw that your requests are open! Do you mind if I request one where the reader is Mr. Delmar’s daughter? That one scene when Peter’s ordering a sandwich and asks about her made me think of it. Do with it what you will, it’s just and idea ❤️

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Description: A few months ago you started working at your dad’s sandwich shop, you weren’t thrilled but you needed money. You grew to love working there overtime, becoming close with certain customers. One of them being Peter Parker, he always got the same thing, but with extra pickles and to have it all smooshed down. After a while you went on a break, you didn’t show up as often as you once did. Your dad soon became the one to talk to Peter, he’d ask about his mom, then say something in Spanish to his coworkers, which only made Peter ask about you too, but in Spanish also.

Warnings: None really, it’s just super cute and awkward.

Word Count: 2,958

A/N: YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW HARD IT WAS TO FIND THIS GIF. IT WAS LITEREALLY SO HARD BUT I FOUND IT. I feel accomplished with life. Also if you don’t remember what he asks, he says “How’s your daughter, eh?”  Overall I think this imagine is super cute and dorky and I love it because I could so see something like this happening in real life. Anyways I hope you like it! :)

You were in high school, that meaning you and everyone else there wanted jobs so they could get money and do whatever they pleased.

Your dad was Mr. Delmar, also known as the person with the best sandwich shop in Queens.

That is also where you started working, you weren’t thrilled about it, mainly because well.. it was your dad’s shop, how embarrassing.

You weren’t going to lie, you were clueless at first, unsure of how to work the cash register, or how to take peoples orders, all you really knew how to do was clean the tables, and keep the floor clean.

But after a week of training you were getting the hang of things, you now knew how to take peoples’ orders properly, and work certain parts of the cash register.

You actually were beginning to like working at the shop, something you never thought you’d admit to yourself.

Working with your dad wasn’t actually that bad, sure he’d try to embarrass you in Spanish to his coworkers, but you knew bits and pieces on what he said, so you’d call him out too.

You became close with everyone there, not only just your coworkers, but the people who came in.

To your surprise there was a lot of regulars that came to the shop, your dad already knew them very well.

You soon were the same way, already knowing their order before they could even walk up to the cash register.

After working at the shop for a few weeks, a new guy came in, at least he was knew to you, but not your dad.

“Mr. Parker! Nice to see you again!” Your dad smiled happily, waving at the brunette haired boy.

“Hey Mr. Delmar, nice to see you too.” He smiled, walking over to pet Murph, the cat that was sitting on the counter.

“What would you like today?” Your dad asked, making Peter look up at the menu options.

“Can I get a number five, with extra pickles and can you make it flat?” He pressed his hands together to show what he meant, then added a ‘thank you.’

Your dad nodded, motioning for you to go make his order.

You shook your head, muttering ‘extra pickles? who even does that?’ before making the sandwich anyways.

You made it the exact way he wanted, you were still new to sandwich making, and you didn’t want to mess up this guys order.

Even if he did request extra pickles.

“Here you go, a number five, extra pickles, which is strange but okay, and it’s flat like you requested.” You smiled, handing the bag to the brunette haired boy in front of you.

“Thank you.” He smiled warmly, handing you a five dollar bill, which you gladly took.

“I haven’t seen you around here before, are you new?” He asked, catching you off guard.

“Well, I’ve actually been working here for the past month now, so I could ask you the same thing.” You smiled cheekily, making him bite his bottom lip slightly, nodding to himself.

“I’ve been coming here for years, so it’s quite strange not running into you yet.” He laughed, messing with his hair.

“What’s strange is you getting extra pickles.” You teased, making him gasp playfully.

“Pickles are great! You take that back!” He defended, making you laugh and shake your head.

“No way.” You smiled playfully, “We all know getting peppers are way better.” You gave a thumbs up, instantly making him cringe.

“That’s disgusting. Peppers don’t belong anywhere on a sandwich” He shook his head, making you gasp this time.

“Rude.” You teased, making him shrug and laugh.

You both stood there for a few minutes, an awkward silence falling over the two of you.

“Well as nice as it was talking to you..” You trailed off, raising your eyebrows at him.

“O-Oh! My name is P-Peter.. Parker..” He stammered, internally shouting at himself for being a stuttering idiot.

“Well Peter, it was nice chatting with you, but I actually have to go.” You smiled, giving him a small wave.

He gave a soft smile, waving back, but before he walked off he spun back around.

“Hey! Wait! You never told me your name!” He called after you, making you turn around.

“It’s Y/N. I’m his daughter.” You motioned towards your dad, who gave a stern look at Peter.

Peter’s eyes widened in shock, he had been flirting with this girl the entire time while her dad was watching.

You gave him a wink, before disappearing behind the door, leaving Peter in an uncomfortable position with your dad.

Peter swallowed nervously, giving a quick wave to Mr. Delmar, mumbling a quiet ‘thank you, bye.’ and rushing out the door.

After the awkward encounter, Peter still came back every week, getting the same sandwich with extra pickles.

“Aren’t you ever going to try it with peppers instead?” You would ask him, making his face scrunch up in disgust.

You loved to mess with him, it was something you looked forward to every time he came into the shop.

“What do you have against pickles?” He questioned one day, making you squint your eyes at him.

“We have a bad history. Don’t ask.” You replied dramatically, as if there was a tragic backstory.

Peter laughed, he loved being around you, he found you unique, you didn’t care how you acted around him, you were just.. you.

You two had gotten close over those past few months, you’d do your usual banter back and forth, something you both loved to do.

You really started to like him, he was funny, not to mention super cute, but you were never going to tell him that.

More time passed and you had saved up a lot of money, you were surprised you saved it all without spending it.

You normally would of spent it the second you got it, but you didn’t, which confused you, until you realized it was because Peter was on your mind twenty-four-seven.

This was a problem for you, you couldn’t develop feelings for someone that you only knew because he was a regular in your dad’s sandwich shop.

So you decided to take a break from working, you needed to figure out your thoughts and feelings first.

Later that week you weren’t working the register, this made Peter confused, it was Friday, you were always working the lunch shift.

He walked up to the counter, seeing if you were hiding anywhere, but he couldn’t find you.

Instead Mr. Delmar came out, a smile on his face when he saw Peter.

“What’s up Mr. Delmar?” Peter smiled, giving him a slight wave.

“Hey! Mr. Parker, number five right?” He asked, writing down the order for the cooks.

“Yeah. And, um, uh, pickles and can you smoosh it down real flat? Thanks.” He smiled, while Mr. Delmar gave a thumbs up.

Peter rolled back and forth on his heels, wondering where you were.

“How’s school?” Mr. Delmar questioned, while waiting for his sandwich to be made.

“Uh, you know. It’s… boring. I got better things to do.” He shrugged, looking around the shop.

“Stay in school, kids, stay in school. Otherwise you’ll end up like me.” He motioned around the shop, a smile on his face.

“But this place is amazing!” Peter motioned around the shop, a big smile on his face.

Mr. Delmar grabbed his sandwich, placing it on the counter.

“How’s your aunt?” He questioned, making Peter shift a bit.

“… She’s alright.” He looked at him, a look a confusion on his face.

Mr. Delmar smirked slightly, turning his back a bit to talk to his coworkers.

“La tía de tú es un italiana bonísima.” He chuckled, turning back to Peter who had a slight smirk on his face.

“¿Cómo estás tu hija eh?” He smirked, biting his bottom lip slightly.

“Ten dollars.” Mr. Delmar frowned, placing his hand out towards Peter.

“It’s five dollars!” Peter pointed towards the menu, a cheeky smile on his face.

“For that comment, it’s ten dollars.” Mr. Delmar shook his head at him.

“Come on! I was kidding, I was kidding.” Peter smiled, handing him a five dollar bill.

“Here’s five dollars.” He smiled, making Mr. Delmar huff and take it anyways.

Peter waved goodbye, rushing out the door and disappearing like usual.

Weeks passed and Peter still hadn’t seen you at the Deli, he was starting to believe you were never coming back.

You had gone on a mini vacation, you needed to sort out your feelings towards Peter.

You were returning back to work in a few days, you needed to talk to Peter, to tell him how you felt.

You arrived into work early Friday morning, telling your dad where you had been the past few weeks.

You had mentioned to him that you were going to be away for a bit, but 'a bit’ turned into something a lot longer.

“Y/N, you can’t just go and run off like that.” Your dad scolded you, making you sigh.

“I know, but I needed to think, plus I finally had enough money to just go and relax for once.” You confessed, leaning against the counter.

“Think about what?” Your dad pressed you to explain further, making you huff in annoyance.

“About Peter.” You admitted, not looking at your dad who was frozen.

“You mean Mr. Parker?” He squinted his eyes at you, making you shift slightly.

You gave a small nod, biting your bottom lip nervously.

“What is there to think about him?” He questioned, making you want to knock yourself out with literally anything at this point.

“I like him dad.” You muttered, then went into a different room, leaving your dad to his own thoughts.

After a few hours you felt back at home, taking orders from regular customers, catching up on what you had missed.

You loved being at the shop, it was basically your second home.

“Y/N, I think I should probably tell you this before Mr. Parker comes in.” Your dad pulled you to the side.

“Okay, shoot.” You cleaned your hands with a towel, looking at your dad.

“When you were away, Peter came looking for you, that little pickle eater even had the nerve to ask how you were in Spanish.” Your dad muttered, making you smile.

“Really?” You laughed, making your dad nod in annoyance.

You were too involved in talking with your dad, that you didn’t even realize Peter had walked in.

Peter’s face lit up the moment he saw you, he had missed you so much.

He walked up to the counter, catching your attention.

Both your eyes locked, and it felt like time had stopped moving.

Your heart was pounding, you felt your stomach get tons of butterflies.

You truly hated feelings sometimes.

“Hey Peter.” You smiled, walking up to the counter.

“Hey Y/N, long time no see.” He smiled warmly at you, making your insides melt even more.

“Yeah, I kind of took a break, needed to do some thinking.” You shrugged, typing in his order.

“Oh? About what if you don’t mind me asking?” He smiled, making you bite your lip slightly.

How are you supposed to admit to the cutest boy in front of you that you have feelings for them?

“Y-You what?” Peter stuttered, making your eyes widen.

“O-Oh no.. D-Did I just say that out loud?” You gasped, embarrassed instantly.

“I uh..” You stammered, your face red, you didn’t know what to say.

Peter blinked rapidly, trying to process the information he had just been given.

He was the reason you disappeared, you left because you needed to think about how you felt abut him.

You were thinking of him.

“If it makes you feel any better, I came in here every Friday to see if you were working, because I missed you Y/N.” Peter confessed, making you smile shyly.

“I heard you might have spoken some Spanish too.” You laughed, making his face flush red.

“I may have, we don’t know.” He teased, tugging at his hair.

“Oh by the way, here’s your sandwich, with extra disgusting pickles and it flattened, just the way you like it.” You smirked, handing the bag to him.

“For the last time, pickles aren’t disgusting, peppers are!” He defended, making you laugh even harder.

You missed him, a lot, it was clear to you now.

Before Peter could wander off to a table, you scribbled something down on a piece of paper.

“Hey, Parker.” You called to him, making him turn around.

You walked out from behind the counter, walking up to him.

“This is for you.” You handed him the slip of paper, making him give you a confused look.

“What is this?” He asked, making you smirk slightly.

You motioned for him to open it, and when he did his eyes widened.

“Text me sometime, yeah?” You smiled, before walking off back behind the counter.

Peter couldn’t get his smile off his face, he was trying to hide his excitement from getting your number, but he couldn’t help it.

A few days later you and Peter went on your first date, you did something simple, which was perfect for the both of you.

Months passed and you and Peter started dating, Peter was thrilled when you agreed to be his girlfriend, he picked you up and spun you around in circles before kissing you.

You two were the cutest couple.

“Okay on the count of three you will try it with peppers, and I will try it with pickles, deal?” You looked at Peter who had an unhappy emotion on his face.

“Lets just get this over with.” He whined, making you stick your tongue out playfully.

Your dad counted off the numbers and once he got to three you both took a bite of the sandwich.

Both your faces scrunched up in disgust, which in result made the both of you laugh.

You two were really the ultimate couple goals.

Who knew getting extra pickles could create such a great relationship.

Kiwi - Harry Styles Imagine

Words: 3,215

Pairing: Harry Styles & (Y/N) (Y/L/N)

Requested: No

Warnings: Swearing, mention of drugs and alcohol

Based off the song, ‘Kiwi’

Part 1 of ‘Kiwi’ - Part 2 - Part 3


They met back in high school, bumping into each other in the hallway. He did not know her at first, learning that she just moved from New Zealand, but she was not your typical girl. Her status from her parents made her known across her school. But she was not like the other girls he found, he knew about parties that went on on school nights, where all her friends went, but he saw her at the local market, or at the park on those nights. He found that she was never interested in drinking, drugs or sex, like the other boys and girls. She would turn down everyday date with her friend’s friends, they told her that she was boring for not doing it, but it was the money that kept their friendship tied.

He tried his best to talk to her, every time he would see her, he tried to have the courage to say a simple word, but none came out. He knew he was like every other ‘low commoner’ of the school, over being head over heels in love, but, he could not care about it, all he wanted was a simple conversation at that moment.

It was a month after that finally whispered a word to her. He learned over the month that she was in his gym class, and art, but she stayed to her friends. She changed classes, changed chemistry classes, for unknown reasons. Harry was out of the bliss, he was scribbling random doodles when she walked in, him not knowing, it was the moment that the teacher said, “Miss. (Y/L/N), take a sit next to Mr. Styles.”, that all it took for him to look out, her telling him a ‘thank you’ and sitting next to him, on his left.

He tried his best not to stare, to be different around her, but when the teacher finished his lesson, and told the class to finish up their notes he turned to her, her not knowing.

“Hi, (Y/N).” He mumbled, he knew he was dead right there and then, wanting to shoot himself for just saying, ‘hello’, to the most known girl around school, but her head shot up.

“Hello, Harry.” She said back, him picking up on the foreign accent, he turned to his body towards her, she just smiled.

“You know my name?” He asked.

“Of course, I’m not a person to just know my friends, you seem really nice, so I asked around, and I found out, you’re also in my gym class.” She stated.

It escalated from there, it went from waving in the hallway, her friends giggling to her about how she can’t wave to people below them, but she did not care. Then, the two started to hang out more, (Y/N) coming away from her girlfriends and starting to hang out with him. He learned more about her, how her mum is British and her father was a Kiwi, like her, how her family has striving business, and that her parents are too poche for her taste, having a man already lined up to take her hand in marriage, but she ignored what will happen in the future and lived in the moment. That was one thing he loved about her, her living in the moment, worrying about the future another day.

But it was not friendship that arose, months later, their first kiss took upon, together, and it came more. They were a couple, her staying always at his house, even overnight, she wanted to escape her parents, the fighting between them and her brother, and their marriage, she did not want to walk along the hallways and get lost, she wanted to stay beside the one person she knew loved her, and that was him. It all came from a simple, ‘hello’, but like every relationship, it somehow ends. When Harry was the one to tour around the world, part of a band, he was not her safe haven anymore. The two fell apart, she got married, all accordingly to plan, she was married at the age of seventeen, both parents consent, in Scotland. He was hitting world records then, touring the world with his new band, singing his first album, forgetting her.

She thought she was happy, moving to New York, taking her dream job and becoming a therapist, she liked it at first, but it was more of her parents wanting her to become that, but she got a job as a waitress, and married a rich business man. But the days dreaded, school days were long, work days were longer, and coming home to a drunk husband was never fun. She she excused herself, she quit her job, finished school, and became a therapist, working from eight to five. Though instead of going home to her husband who would be either drunk off his ass or fucking another girl, she went to a bar, drank, flirted, did drugs sometimes, just living her young life to the fullest.

He was twenty-two when he saw her again, he was in New York for work, and saw her at a coffee shop, but she was in and out, not even seeing him, but he saw her. When he dated her in his teens, she seemed all innocent, rich, daddy’s girl, a virgin, but no. Dating her was the time of his life, she was adventurous, just adding a tad bit of excitement to his boring world. She took him to places that forbid them by law, example, private properties, going to the carnival when it was closed, walking the streets at 2am, in the rain and blasting ‘Greenday’, throughout the small, dodgy places. It made him feel like he was unstoppable around her. But one thing he forgot, she was the one who told him to go on the X-factor, she was the reason he was standing in a fancy, New York coffee shop, selling records that hit the top of the charts, and he forgot all about her, did not even come and say his famous, ‘hello’ to her, when visiting his mother, did not call her, text nor email, just placed her in his subconscious mind, and look what it has gotten him, failed romances and singing his lungs out.

He finally talked to her a week later, walking into a bar, trying to drown himself on whatever was on tap. He saw her in the corner of the place, in a black, tight, strapless dress, flirting with a few guys and taking in the smoke of a cigarette like it was candy, while smoking one. But, he realised that she was not as innocent looking as she once was, now she has a perm, a tattooed arm, and she is showing as much skin as possible, laughing and drinking. He could not stop staring at her, she has changed, and he wanted to know, how.
Harry slowly took in the drinks, not as fast as her, drowning herself in hard liquor, and bossing the boys around her in how to win a game of pool. She was your typical badass girl, now. It must’ve felt like minutes, but it was more as an hour, when she finally noticed Harry, she gave him a smirk, excused herself from few college boys, and headed his way. She turned around at the beginning, giving a look to a boy when he smacked her ass, but she just gave him a smirk and walked off, sitting next to him.

“Look who I found, the famous Harry Styles. Is it just me, love, but were you staring at me, should I feel honoured that a man like yourself was looking at me?” She said, signaling towards the bartender to get her another, he laughed, telling the bartender to cancel the order and give her a water.

“I don’t really know, (Y/N). How much have you been drinking?” He asked, trying to figure out how drunk she was. She laughed, glaring at him.

“Had a few scotches, rums, and a whiskey, it was whatever those wankers over there, got me. I did not feel like buying myself drinks.” She said, leaning down on the table, trying to get over the alcohol, noting it was only a little bit past ten.

“Let me take you home, (Y/N), you’re pissed off your ass. Where do you live?” He asked, she started to get up, using Harry as a object to help her, starting to strut towards the door, ignoring his question.

Once outside, she turned to him, giving him her famous smirk, wrapping her arms around his neck, placing her head on his chest. Harry did not feel awkward for some reason, just wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her.

“Let’s get you home.” He simply said, placing her arm around his shoulder and helping her walk, placing her into his car that was around the corner of the pub.

She sat next to him, staring ahead, he took note of her tattooes, some of them looked retro, sailor girls, anchors, boats and water, he remembered how much she enjoyed swimming, that was one thing she use to do, that he could never do. In the early mornings, she use to come to the local dock, jumping off, just wearing a bikini, going into the pacific. He could never have the gut to just wear a bathing suit, no wet suit nor life jacket, she could stay in there for hours, he use to be the one who had to pull her out before she got hypothermia. She was still staring ahead, but she spoke to him, but not looking, grabbing the water bottle beside her.

“I don’t want to go home.” Is all she said, straight face, looking at the traffic that lied ahead, even though they were still in park. Harry looked ahead now, watching the drunks walk out of the pub.

“Why? Where do you want me to take you?” He asked, she turned to him, still all serious faced.

“Can you take me to your place, I just don’t want to go home.” She said, grabbing her phone from her bag and placing it on silent, he did not even realise that it was ringing. Harry felt controlled by her, that was one thing that happened in their past relationship. People dig dominant girls, and she is more than just that, it drove men around her crazy, it drove him crazy. But he placed the car in drive and took her to his New York apartment, sitting in silence.

“What are you doing for a living?” He said out of the blue, she just looked at him, taking a deep breath.

“I’m a therapist, but it seems I can deal with my patients problems better than myself.” She said, starting to laugh. Harry remembered she use to tell her deepest secrets when she was drunk, that is why she did it so much, to not hide herself.

“How so?” He asked, watching the road, she did the same.

“Take me home, actually, turn here.” She told him, all Harry did was nod, pulling up to a more than a million dollar mansion, walking out.

“Bye Harry, see you around.” Is all she said, starting to walk up the long pathway towards the house, lights turning on.

Harry saw her again, a few days later, she was sitting outside of a bar, drinking and coming down from her high. She was in a different black dress, but just as showy, just watching around her. Harry saw her, he was walking down the road to get to his apartment, when he just saw her, looking up the blue sky, and just thinking. His body took control and he sat right next to her. It took him by surprise when she was the first one to talk.

“I’m quitting. I know I said it before, but I am doing it.” She stated, still looking ahead of her, taking her left hand and passing him the bottle of beer. She was sober, he thought she was high, but she was sober.

“I follow the same fucking routine, everyday. Wakeup, escape from that house, go to work, get high after with some fuck heads from college, fuck one, drink and pass out as home.” He just nodded, letting her continue.

“Harry, you promised me you’d come back, and you did, but never to me.” She said, turning to him, placing her head on his shoulder. He took note of the wedding ring that laid upon her left, ring finger.

“I know, and I’m—” He was interrupted.

“It’s fine. You promised to marry me and look at me, now, going home to a fuck head, because that is what my parents wanted, apparently.” She said, it took him by surprise, a girl like her, as strong as her, opinionated and passionate, actually married the man that her parents sent up her with.

“I love you.” He blurted out, she took her head off of his shoulders.

Like every relationship, it escalated, it was like them, the two of them became more, ignoring what will happen and live in the moment, she would come to his place, talk about their life, he learned that she is still the girl who made life fun. She felt like herself around him, again, forget about her husband. He learned that she loves to play with men, and it made him laugh. It was only weeks together, but he changed her, she stopped smoking, drinking and doing the drugs, and she just lived like before. But the relationship did not just end like that, they started to date, to kiss, to make love to each other. They were still young, let them live a little longer.

“My husband is such a hypocrite. When we married, I was seventeen and he was twenty-five, and it was like we eloped, going to Scotland, got married, no wedding, really, and went straight to New York. Anyway, we said to each other that we could not see anyone, a month later, I found out he has girlfriends, and fuck buddies, so I did not care anymore. I just use his money for school and a nice ride and place to stay, and just lived, hooked up, dated. I fucking hate this wedding ring, it’s like a thousand pounds, but I don’t like my home.” She concluded and starting to laugh, he just watched her. The two of them were sitting on his couch, drinking wine and sharing experiences.

“I loved to play with guys, played hard to get, I just felt loved in a way, so I was like an actress, every night I would go to another bar, have a new identity, and name and pretend I was someone else, but I would always wear a black dress, it was like therapy to me, I felt loved.” She said to him.

Love came out of the relationship, (Y/N) filed for a divorce, she started to become more with Harry, until. Harry and her ended months later, she ended it, she did not know why, but the two were constantly fighting. She took up the hard liquor again, not the drugs nor smoking, but she enjoyed the liquor, the divorce went through, fastly, surprising her, but she would come home drunk sometimes, she was uncontrollable, he found, just like before. She loved to do what she use to do, she the same, look like an angel in the day, but was a demon by night, and he could not function with her. He also wanted to end it and focus with his life, his music, it was the best for both of them, she wanted to explore the world, and he could not do that with her. But what hooked her to walk away was the words he spoke to her, “You’re a drunk, constantly craving for attention, it is like during the day, you don’t care about me, that I am here, and that I love you, and you go out and get pissed out of your mind, mess around with guys, with flirting, and come home and demand attention from me, sex from me. You need to go to rehab, we are done.” It hurt her those words, but there were more than that said. And he just left, like before, not telling he was going, he went away, and forgot, like the first time around, but she called him.

She sat next to him, months afar from the night of the bar, she was still, sitting next to him on the couch, it was like she was a silhouette, looking ahead, can’t tell if she was alive or not, like the night they met, driving her home, she showed no emotion. Minutes later, she stood up. She called Harry to ask if he could come over, she had something to tell him, but she did not know if she could squeeze it out, blurt it to him, she got up, helped herself to the liquor that was in the cupboard. Sitting next to him, she acted the same, giving him a cup of the famous liquor, Hard Candy, she gave him a glass, she took the bottle, chugging it.

“Fuck it.” She said, placing the bottle down, and started to kiss him.

Now she sat, it was four months since the two ended, she has not seen him for four months, and she sat next to the toilet, the taste of vomit still in her mouth, and four pregnancy sticks above her on the counter, she knew it before she could look at it, but again, she was just a broken drunk, according to him. He has not contacted her for four months, when she tried to call, it went straight to voicemail.

It was half an hour of sitting in her own pity party when she finally got up, took the sticks and sat down in the same spot, next the toilet, all four of them read the same, the stupid double, pink line. She did not know what to do, so she pulled her phone out, tapped his number and waited, it went straight to voicemail, like she expected.

“Hi Harry, its me, (Y/N), I know you don’t want to talk to me, but I just want to let you know that I am better, I went to rehab, and I’m fine, but you really did hurt me, but that is not what I want to talk about. Harry, I’m having your baby, but it is none of your business. I don’t want you in its life at all, I don’t want you to call me, because we are not each other’s business anymore. Don’t call me, block me, do what you need to forget me, since you’re pretty good at that, I’m doing the same. We are over, I finally realise it,  and I don’t want to see you anymore, I’m not your innocent girlfriend back from highschool, I’m a fucked up, divorce woman, tattooed and forgotten, and now pregnant. So, don’t call me back. Bye.” She said, ending it, placing the phone next her, and knew she had to continue her life.


I felt like I should write an imagine based off the the song, ‘Kiwi’ by, Harry Styles, so I did. Hope you enjoyed!

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Lots of love,

-Ava xx