-When an Omega is mad at their Alpha they will hide away in their nest because they know the Alpha wouldn’t dare approach the nest when they are not at all welcome in or even near it, so the Alpha will sit out in the hallway and try to calm the Omega from there
-Omegas are probably quicker to anger than Alphas because they are more sensitive
-If a mother Omega’s pups are threatened the Omega will become a raging mess until they feel sure that the pups are no longer in any danger
-Omegas get angry when their intelligence is insulted, because Omegas are literally known for their intelligence and they become so frustrated when an Alpha only compliments their looks
-Angry Omegas tend to pour all of their aggressive energy into thoroughly scrubbing and rearranging their home, which is fine until they are eight months pregnant and their mate is freaking out because “You are going to fall and hurt yourself and oh my god! You get off that ladder right now the dusting can wait!”
-Unmated Omegas growling at Alphas who refuse to take no for an answer, in some cases an Omega’s growl can be scarier than an Alpha’s
-Omegas are very possessive so if they see other Omegas blatantly flirting with their Alpha they will become livid and drag their Alpha home with a growl…this usually ends up with rough fucking on whatever surface the Omega settles on first
-Pregnant Omegas get mad easily if their Alpha is coddling them too much and they end up snapping frequently until their Alpha figures out that they need to tone it down a bit
-If an Omega is mad at their Alpha they will be extra attentive and coy and try very hard to make sure that their Alpha is extremely turned on…then they’ll get up and walk away and leave their mate sitting there trying to figure out what the hell they did wrong this time
-Omegas get very annoyed when people are around their nest, or even if their Alpha goes digging around where they store their nesting materials and sometimes they act really petty and give their Alpha the silent treatment because of it
Anon requests:Please tell me there’s going
to be a part 4 to The Reader and the Writer. Its amazing!!
WHAT’S MY REAL NAME??? PART 4 4 4 4 4
THEY CALL ME Y/N, THEY CALL ME L/N THATS NOT MY NAME THATS NOT MY NAME
PART FOURRRRRR PLSSSS 💜
Can you do a part four to reader and the writer?
PART 4 to reader and the writer omh it’s amazing
part in which we get to read what the writer has written, and we learn what
happens to both the reader and the writer.
Word count: 1,206
so this is gonna be a bit choppy at first because we’re just taking glimpses of Jughead’s writing, but bear with me here. I hope you
guys like this part, enjoy!
Jason’s death had been announced a week
ago. Our small town was buzzing with the
news, and right when things couldn’t get any more puzzling, a new girl arrived
in Riverdale. A new mystery to be
She entered Pop’s for only a minute, and I
heard an unfamiliar last name. Is she
involved in Jason’s murder? Probably
not, but strangers are always a good plot twist.
Three days later, I found this mystery in my
booth reading Wuthering Heights. Normally, I would kick her out, but because
of my undying curiosity, I let her stay. Maybe with her sitting across from me, I could
learn where she fits in the story of Riverdale. I had an enigma sitting right across from me
and I didn’t even know it yet.
name is (Y/N).
It’s difficult to notice because of her
constant reading, but her eyes are like stained glass, tinting the morning
light in a church.
She has a new book almost every day. Today it was Emma.
We haven’t spoken in three days. She’s here, I’m here, but we haven’t spoken. Although I crave to hear her voice, somehow
I’m satisfied by this comforting silence.
Today it was To Kill a Mockingbird. She
asked if I read it, to which I replied yes. I thought she’d begin a discussion, talk about
the ghosts that occupied the small southern town, or the unjust prejudice
people carry. Instead, she smiled,
nodded, and turned back to her book.
“Good,” she muttered under her
breath. I smiled.
What makes a person do foolish things? Is it because of the flawed spontaneity of
humans? Or is it because maybe they were
trying to impress someone? I read A Tale of Two Cities last night. As I read through the dull writing, I asked
myself why I was reading literature that did not interest me. I could not answer my own questions; all I
know is that the next night in Pop’s, I subtly quoted the book during a
conversation with (Y/N). She was smiling
for the rest of the night, and so was I.
I tried to tell her about my book. She started talking about The English Patient.
When two worlds collide, do you praise the
workers of fate for taking two dearly loved universes and combining them into
one, or do you curse the forces of nature for creating such an impact? Betty and Veronica met (Y/N), and a week
later, so did Archie.
She was reading Macbeth that night. Our silence was comforting, but I wanted to
talk to her more. I offered for her to help me with my book. I wanted her to be a part of something that
was important to me. She refused and stormed
out of the diner. I didn’t know it then,
but that would be the last time I saw (Y/N) (Y/L/N) in that light ever again.
After extensive research, I came to a shocking
conclusion: (Y/N) (Y/L/N) is not a girl living in Riverdale in the 21st century.
She is a writer from the 1700s, with
four published works. She is not the
girl who has been sitting across from me in my booth for months.
One day after the truth: she isn’t here. I called her, but she didn’t pick up.
Two days after our argument: I am in this
booth alone. I called her again.
Three days after she was reading Macbeth: she probably finished the book
by now, but I wouldn’t know. She isn’t
here, and she still isn’t answering her phone.
It’s been a week. She hasn’t returned, and my calls always go to
Two weeks: Archie asked what’s wrong with me. I said nothing, but my eyes didn’t leave the
entrance of the diner. She didn’t come.
Three weeks later and Veronica and Betty
checked on me. They blabbered about what
could be wrong, why I was brooding more than usual. I didn’t reply, but my head perked up when
they mentioned (Y/N). They noticed.
She was born in Riverdale.
And so, a little light shined on the dark
mystery of Riverdale’s (Y/N) (Y/L/N) like the calm before the storm. The writer becomes the reader, the reader
becomes the read. I found myself hooked on her just from a little information,
like a drug addict craving his fix. New
girls can never hide in a small town like Riverdale, but God, I knew (Y/N), in
all her enigmatic splendor, would lurk in the shadows of this town for as long
as she possibly could.
As soon as she walked out of Pop’s that night,
I told myself she would never return. I
told myself that she would probably leave Riverdale for good, and it’d be all
because of me. But lo and behold, 24
hours later, a familiar face entered my booth.
What is her name?
We haven’t spoken in two weeks; she’s still here,
but we don’t talk. Her real name remains
a mystery to me.
Everything is given a name, but a name does not define anything. We call the number two so that we can define
a value, but we could call two a horse and it would still have the same
value. I refer to (Y/N) as (Y/N),
because that is the girl who sat across my booth. That is the girl who I spent months
developing a relationship with, and that is the girl I grew to love.
She told me her real name. She said it with tears blurring her vision
and a trembling lip, and when she choked it out I moved next to her and held
her as she cried. I enveloped her in a
hug and I held her as all the sadness that she carried with her spilled out,
and once it was all out of her system I wiped away her tears. I kept holding her. With a shaky voice she asked me why I was
still there, why hadn’t I left? I
replied that I could never leave her.
After all, I called her every night she was gone.
Then I told her I love her.
And she smiled, because I think deep down she
knew. She kissed me so softly, it felt
like my lips were brushing up against flower petals. I knew that was her way of telling me she
loves me too. We broke apart and I stared
into her stained-glass eyes, and I remembered how it felt looking into them for
the first time. But this time was
different. Because now I knew the story
behind those eyes, now I knew what those eyes have seen, and now I knew what
emotions those eyes hid.
Now I know.
I whispered in her ear, my lips barely
brushing against her skin, and told her I would call her by the name I knew her
by. I would call her (Y/N) (Y/L/N)
because that is the girl I fell in love with, and that is the girl I want to
continue to love. She was no longer the
enigma sitting across from me, nor was she the strange new girl in Riverdale.
“I created that look in 1976. The first year I went on tour with Fleetwood Mac, I took just my street clothes. We had no money, so I never ate; then I quickly gained 10 pounds, and nothing fit. So when I got home I went to designer Margi Kent and said, “Listen, I just want a handkerchiefy skirt, and a leotard, and a little riding jacket, and some black platform boots, and a chiffon scarf, and I want you to make three sets of those. That’s going to be my uniform.”
-First valentines day together as a mated couple and the Omega expresses their love with sappy heartfelt cards and making all the Alpha’s favorite foods. The Alpha expressing themselves by writing cheesy poems on post it’s and sticking them everywhere, also leaving teddy bears and other gifts where they know their Omega will find them and lots of lovely kisses
-An Omega mating with an Alpha that doesn’t know much about St. Patrick’s day and enjoying pinching them all day because they didn’t know they were supposed to wear green
-Painting eggs together on Easter and all the Omega’s eggs are so intricate and cute while the Alpha’s are all just one color or a murky brown color from being dipped in too many different colors
-The Omega hiding all the eggs for fun and being so incredibly amused when the Alpha’s hunting instincts kick in and they go searching around the house and yard like a small child
-4th of July and the Alpha being so excited about the fireworks and the Omega low-key dreading the frighteningly loud noises but enduring it to make their mate happy. Holding their Alpha’s hand tightly and staying tucked into their side through it all
-First Halloween as mates and the Alpha really wants to wear a cheesy couples costume and the Omega is just completely against the idea, so the Alpha keeps begging and bribing and “Oh my God did you just try using your Alpha voice to make me agree to dress up as a bottle of mustard?!”
-Going to a pumpkin patch together and the Omega picking out a small perfectly round pumpkin while their Alpha bounds through the rows of pumpkins like a puppy, searching for the biggest pumpkin they can find, while also low-key trying to impress their mate with how heavy of a pumpkin they can lift
-First thanksgiving as mates and spending it with the Alpha’s family. The Omega helping their mate’s Omega parent in the kitchen and being lovingly interrogated, “what do you love most about my child? Do they treat you well? Do you want children? How many? Etc.” and the Omega blushing and responding all quiet and shy but with such obvious affection in their voice, and the Alpha is quietly listening from the hallway with a red face and a goofy grin, being so happy about hearing the love and adoration in the Omega’s tone but also being so glad that the two most important Omegas in their life are getting along so well
-The Omega watching in awe as their Alpha clears three entire plates of thanksgiving dinner before deciding they are full…and then heating up leftovers just a couple hours later after eating half a pumpkin pie
-Decorating their first Christmas tree together and the Omega had insisted on getting a really tall tree but in order to decorate the upper half they have to sit on their Alpha’s shoulders. The Alpha blaring cheerful Christmas music and then tightly gripping the Omega’s legs before spinning in circles in front of the tree till the Omega is shrieking/laughing about how they are gonna fall
-Baking Christmas cookies in matching holiday aprons and the Omega being really into actually baking while the Alpha is more focused on trying to steer them under the mistletoe or “accidentally” smearing icing/dough on the Omega’s neck and face and then insisting on licking it all off…finally getting the Omega under the mistletoe and exchanging heated but sugary sweet kisses, the Omega not realizing that their Alpha had left very clear flour handprints on the ass of their jeans and then trying to figure out why their mate keeps smirking later on when they go to the store
-Watching Christmas movies and talking about how excited they are for future Christmases when they have children
-New Years Eve, watching movies and cuddling on the couch and the very sleepy Omega trying so hard to stay awake but they doze off and once the clock strikes midnight they wake up to a light kiss being placed on their lips and a whispered, “Happy new year, love” before they are carried upstairs and warmly snuggled into bed with their mate
Requested: Yes. Anon asks, “I think 4 and 6 would go good together, but if that’s too much, then 6. I’d like the pairing to be a female reader with Anti. Please and thank you :)”
Warnings: Cursing, Sad, Angst, Cruel Words, Mentions of Suicide?
A/N:The prompts are~ “I don’t hate you. I could never hate you. That’s the problem.” and “Tell me to go and I will, but if you ask me to stay I’ll never leave you again.” … Enjoy!
Anti had fucked up, he knew he had fucked up. He couldn’t take back what he had said. The argument was stupid, it was about Anti not cleaning his mess in the kitchen, and yet here they were… Anti was sitting against her bedroom door listening as (Y/N) sobbed into the bed sheets.
“I work for eight hours every day so that you and I can have a place to call home! All that I ask is that you help me keep it looking like a home!” (Y/N) shouted as she threw the dishes into the sink, cursing under her breath. Anti sat at the table, watching.
“Yeah? What’s another hour of work?” Anti said with a roll of his eyes. (Y/N) dropped the a dish onto the floor and it shattered around her, but she just turned to him with a fierce look in her eye.
“Really? You think that just because you’ve got power means that you can take my hospitality for granted? I’m tired, Anti. I don’t want to come home and have to clean up your mess.”
“Then don’t! I’m not Sean, do you expect me to comfort you? Do you expect me to give you a back rub and cuddle with you? That pathetic excuse of a human is gone. I thought you accepted that!”
“Don’t you dare speak about Sean that way, ever! Sean was my friend!” (Y/N) screamed chucking the soaking dishcloth at him. She hated talking about him, especially to Anti. And it wasn’t really Anti’s fault that Sean was gone. Sean accepted Anti, Sean had asked Anti to take over his life. (Y/N) knew this.
“You have feelings for me, don’t you? Humans are pathetic. I am not Sean, I could never love you. You’re pathe-” Anti was cut off by a sob, guilt immediately washing over him. He was an entity but that didn’t mean that his emotions were entirely shut off.
“How can you say that? How can you so effortlessly break someone,” (Y/N)’s voice lowered to a whisper, tears rolling silently down her face. “I accept you for who you are, I understand why you do the things you do, you’re a demon. You can’t feel anything, I know that, but you’ve talked about wanting to feel emotions. I just… I don’t understand why you act like a monster… “ (Y/N) choked back a sob and walked past Anti, going to her bedroom. Anti didn’t try to stop her but he followed her.
(Y/N) had stopped crying and it sounded like she was asleep, so Anti slipped through the door. She was curled up, clutching a pillow, and wrapped in a blanket. Anti sat at the head of the bed, moving so that he was leaning against the headboard and (Y/N)’s head was laying in his lap. He said and started running his fingers through her hair. After a few moments Anti heard a soft voice,
“I’m sorry… “ (Y/N) whispered, curling into a tighter ball. Anti’s movements stopped and (Y/N) nudged against his hands, like a cat. The entity let out a soft sigh and started again.
“You probably hate me… I’m sorry, too.” Anti winced unsure of his ‘apology’.
“I don’t hate you. I could never hate you. That’s the problem.” (Y/N) forced out, staring at the wall. Neither of them spoke for a while.
“Tell me to go and I will, but if you ask me to stay I’ll never leave you again.” Anti finally said, staring down at (Y/N). She looked up at him, leaning up to kiss his cheek. Anti chased her back down to the bed, pressing his lips against hers. After he pulled away she sighed, her cheeks a soft shade of pink.
Summary: Sequel to Can You Take Me Home? (x). Request fic for @sleepersareweaker. “So, you’re gonna make a sequel to the saint patricks fic, where a few days later Gerard is flirting again but sober now, and reader begins to ~understand~ ..riiiiiiiiight?”
You woke to the sound of Gerard being violently sick in your bathroom down the hall. Poor baby, you frowned as you sat up in bed. Must be hungover. He’d spent the night on your couch, sleeping off his St. Patrick’s Day bender. You had slept in your own bed - alone, despite Gerard’s efforts. You blushed at the memory. You still couldn’t believe he’d acted like that. He must’ve been really trashed, you thought with a sigh, and laid back down. You thought about going into the bathroom and offering to hold his hair or something, but you didn’t want to make him feel embarassed. I’ll talk to him in an hour or so, you decided, and went back to sleep. But, when you finally woke up and crept into the living room, Gerard was gone.
Hey boo’s, because of the amount of requests I got, here is part three! I’ve also decided it’s going to be the last part. I’d like to say a huge thank you for liking this little series, you’re all amazing, and thank you for reading!
I also wrote this chapter listening to Shameless by: The Weeknd, I tried to find a link for it but there was like none on YouTube, just people that did covers and I didn’t want that oops.
If you listen to it, it will probably put you in feels. Who am I kidding it totally will oops.
Also, please give me feedback! It’s really appreciated! I hope you all enjoyed this little mini series and thanks for reading and being bomb ass people. :)
Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader
Description: Your brother is Harrison Osterfield, and your his younger sister (by like a few months, which he always teases you about which results in you both arguing), Tom is Harrison’s best friend, you’ve known him forever, but recently you started to feel different around him, making you rethink everything and worry about what Harrison would do it he found out the truth.
Warnings: Swearing, mentions of sex.. again.. um.. bYE, and fluff aw.
Word Count: 3,064 (it’s so wordy oml.. SORRY)
A/N: So Tom just dropped a new picture which made me feel so many emotions?!1/?!/?1 And I’m listening to Shameless so asdfdklkjfsk. I sinned, maybe, we don’t know. Ngl this final chapter will make you go on an emotional rollercoaster, whoops.
You woke up to the sound of snoring, turning on your side you saw the most beautiful image you could ever see, spread out in your bed laid Tom, his hair messily in his face, the sheets covering his lower half of his body as his toned chest was left exposed.
You smiled, running your index finger across his forehead to push a few curls that had fallen over his eyes, making him mumble something in his sleep.
Last night was something you’d both truly remember, you’d never experienced anything like that before, and you knew that was Tom’s objective since you had been provoking him all day, and went on that date.
You sat up in your bed, running your fingers over your neck, there were way more purple and red marks than before, making it even more of a challenge to hide them from Harrison.
You carefully got out of the bed, trying not to wake Tom as you grabbed his t-shirt, slipping it over your head, braless of course.
You looked yourself over in your mirror, Tom really did a number on you, you could see his fingerprints on your shoulders faintly, giving you goosebumps at the memories as they flooded back into your head.
You both had certain kinks, only making it even more heated and intense than it was before. Tom loved the feeling of your fingers, especially when you ran your fingers through his brown curly locks of hair, only to surprise him by tugging on them when least expected. You however, you loved how his hands would fit perfectly around your throat, yes, you had that wonderful choking kink, and Tom did it fabulously.
Needless to say, you both barely slept a wink last night, and you could barely walk.
You were thankful that Harrison never decided to check on you at anytime, if he had, that would of been the end of both of you.
You weren’t sure how you would ever break the news to your brother, it wasn’t something you could straight up and say ’oh by the way, I just fucked your best friend last night, hope you don’t mind.’
It just wasn’t that easy, and now you were sure it was going to be even harder to keep it a secret.
“Did I ever mention you look hot as fuck in my clothes?” Tom mumbled, a grin on his face as he looked at your outfit.
You rolled your eyes playfully, doing a little twirl in his shirt, making him laugh and rest against your headboard.
“Did I ever mention that it’s going to be impossible to hide all of these from my brother? Thank you, very much Holland.” You muttered, motioning towards all the marks on your neck.
“I told you, I was going to mark you, because you’re mine.” Tom smirked, looking over his handy work on your neck, a feeling of accomplishment on his face. “Plus, it’s not like it’s going to be easy for me to explain how I left with nothing and come back the next day with all these marks on me.” Tom raised an eyebrow at you, making you smirk at him.
You shrugged your shoulders, looking at all the purple and red marks on his neck and chest.
“Don’t forget those delicious marks on your back.” You teased, making him shake his head and chuckle at you.
“How could I ever forget those? It was the best moment of my life.” He winked, making your cheeks redden, something he loved doing to you.
“Well, as nice as this was, I can’t have Harrison find you in here, so if you’d like to live and see another day, I’d recommend you run now.” You sucked in your bottom lip, crawling onto your bed.
“I hate that we have to do this behind his back, but at the same time it just makes it even more fun.” He grinned, before placing a gentle kiss to your lips.
He grabbed his clothes, letting you stay in his t-shirt, because he loved seeing you in his clothing, before he disappeared out your window.
You made sure he got down carefully, waving a goodbye to him before he disappeared, you quickly shut your window before going to hide all the marks on your neck.
It took you a good hour to hide everything Tom had done, once you knew you were in the safe zone, you went down to the kitchen where Harrison was already making breakfast.
“Hey Y/N, how was your sleep.” Harrison spoke, startling you as you took a seat at the counter.
“Uh, it was good, why?” You asked, your heart starting to race nervously.
“Oh, no reason, just next time you should warn your brother before you sneak company over.” Harrison shrugged, before turning around and glaring at you, making your face turn a deep red.
Were you guys really that loud?
“Sorry Haz..” You mumbled, taking a sip of your tea as Harrison pushed your breakfast in front of you.
“So, who was the guy? Was it the guy from your date?” Harrison pressed on, watching you intently.
“Uh.. -Yeah, -Yup, that was him, -Totally.” You nodded, shoving a forkful of eggs into your mouth as Harrison eyed you suspiciously.
“Y/N, you’re my sister, and you’re an extremely horrible liar, so why don’t you tell me what the actual hell is going on.” Harrison demanded, making your face pale slightly, you didn’t even know where to begin.
You decided to ignore his question, shoving more eggs into your mouth as the doorbell rang, making you let out a sigh of relief as Harrison went to get it.
“Hey man! Come in, we’re just having breakfast and I made extra so you can join us if you’d like.” Harrison offered, as Tom walked into the house, following Harrison back to the kitchen.
You felt your stomach drop, this was going to be interesting.
“Hey Y/N.” Tom smiled, making you glare at him slightly.
“Tom and I are going to audition today, so please don’t do anything while I’m gone okay?” Harrison pleaded, as you responded with a slight nod.
You glanced over at Tom, who was sipping his coffee he had just made, two can play this game.
You got a forkful of your eggs, slowly placing them into your mouth, before pulling the fork out slowly. You knew Tom was watching, you could see it out of the corner of your eye, and you couldn’t help but smirk as you saw him clench his jaw.
“So, Harrison, how do you feel about auditioning? I know you do a lot of short films but this is your first real big movie audition.” Tom grinned, high fiving his best friend as Harrison rolled his eyes, laughing.
“I mean I’m nervous as hell, but I think it’ll be alright.” You watched your brother shrug, taking a bite of his food, as Tom sat down next to you.
“What about you Y/N? How do you feel about Harrison auditioning?” Tom questioned, looking over at you, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
You bit your tongue, before looking at your brother who actually looked interested in what you had to say.
“Honestly, Tom,” You said his name sarcastically, making him chuckle, “I’m really happy for Haz, as much as we argue and bicker all the time it’s nice to see him passionate and happy about something.” You answered honestly, watching a smile form on your brothers lips.
“That is the nicest thing you have ever said to me.” Harrison smiled, making you smile back at him, it was true, you were deeply happy for him.
“Shit, I have to go get ready, our audition is in twenty minutes, I’ll be right back.” Harrison stood up from his chair quickly before disappearing up stairs, leaving you alone with Tom.
“You like to push my buttons don’t you?” Tom shook his head at you, making you laugh quietly.
“Oh I’m sorry, did me eating eggs turn you on? Poor wittle Tommy.” You puckered your bottom lip, faking a tear falling down your face as Tom glared at you.
“Do you think it’s okay to tease me when your brother is around?” Tom growled quietly, causing chills to go up your spine.
“I think I can do what I want, when I want, to whoever, I want.” You smirked, as you watched Tom visibly stiffen, before sitting down on a stool next to you.
You felt his hand rest on your thigh, making you choke on your eggs a bit, you weren’t expecting that, at all.
“If you’re going to tease me, then I’m sure as hell going to tease you too darling.” Tom smirked, watching you squirm at his touch, even more when Harrison came back into the kitchen.
“Did I miss anything?” Harrison questioned, looking between the two of you, he could sense something had happened.
“Nope, just waiting on you man.” Tom shrugged, before glancing at you as you were trying to fight his hand off your leg.
“Y/N, maybe while we’re gone you should shower, you’re sweaty as hell.” Harrison groaned, grabbing his keys and script before heading for the door, Tom followed behind, but not before pressing his back against yours.
“When we get back, you’re so going to get it darling.” He whispered into your ear, making you shiver at his words.
The sexual tension between the two of you was unbearable, how your brother didn’t see that was beyond you.
Once you heard them leave you sprinted to take a shower, Harrison was right, you were sweaty, thanks to Tom and his fucking hands, sometimes you hated him for that reason.
The entire time they were gone you actually were productive, you cleaned your room, did your homework, which you probably did wrong, but it’s the effort that counts right?
You were sitting at your desk typing a paper when you heard talking from downstairs, it had been a few hours since they had left.
“Y/N, we’re back!” Harrison shouted, as you shouted an ’okay!’ back, as you finished up your paper.
You walked downstairs, seeing both of them outside at the pool, drinking some beers, you felt this was the perfect time to get back at him.
You walked outside, quietly approaching behind Tom before running your hands up his back, making him freeze at your touch.
“Hey guys, how was auditions?” You smiled, walking in front of them, seeing your brothers happy smile and Tom’s intense glare at you.
“They went great I believe, I think I really have a chance.” Harrison smiled excitedly, as you gave a thumbs up, before looking at Tom.
“What about you Holland?” You smirked, watching him struggle with his words.
“I think I did alright.” He huffed, before going to sit down somewhere far away from you.
You gave a shrug to Harrison, before wandering back inside, like you said before, two can play this game.
Day soon turned to night, and you were laying in your room, watching a movie with a bowl of popcorn when you heard your window open.
“Well hello stranger.” You teased, popping a piece of popcorn in your mouth as you watched Tom take his jacket off.
“You truly like to test me don’t you Y/N?” He chuckled darkly, making your eyes widen slightly.
You gave a small shrug, watching as he approached you slowly, making you freeze in your current position.
Sooner or later you both were in a heated makeout session, forget the movie, this was way better.
“W-We need to b-be quiet, H-Haz can h-hear..” You mumbled in-between kisses, but at this point Tom didn’t even care anymore.
“Let him hear.” He growled out, as you combed your fingers through his hair, things getting even more heated than before.
You both were so into the moment and each other you didn’t even hear the door open, revealing one shocked Harrison.
“-OKAY, WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS HAPPENING HERE?” Harrison yelled, startling the both of you as you both scooted away from each other.
“-WHAT THE FUCK MAN, THAT’S MY SISTER?” Harrison shouted, glaring at his best friend before looking at you, furry in his eyes.
“-AND YOU, HOW COULD YOU HOOK UP WITH MY BEST FRIEND, OF ALL PEOPLE Y/N!” Harrison screamed, making you shut your eyes tightly, this wasn’t how he was supposed to find out.
“Harrison, buddy, calm down, we can explain.” Tom spoke carefully, seeing that his best friend was a raging ball of furry.
Harrison took a deep breath, his eyes shut tightly.
“What is there to explain Tom? You fucked my sister, and you both were hiding this behind my back!” Harrison shouted, making you cover your face, your eyes getting watery.
“Haz, please! You have to understand, we didn’t want to tell you because of this reason.” You cried out, making him shake his head and laugh.
“Y/N, I have every right to be the way I am right now.” Harrison glared, looking between the two of you.
“No, no you don’t, you may be my brother, but I can date who I want, and I,” You paused, looking over at Tom who was watching you intently.
“I-I love him Haz.” You smiled slightly at Tom who’s face lit up, a smile forming on his lips.
“W-What?” Harrison stuttered, looking at you in shock, there was only one other time you had said you loved someone other than him, and it was your first real boyfriend that broke your heart.
“He makes me so happy Haz, I haven’t felt like this in a long time.” You admitted, watching your brothers face soften.
“He really does mean a lot to you doesn’t he?” Harrison spoke calmly, looking at how you were looking at Tom.
“He really does.” You smiled shyly, watching Tom grin and rub his thumb on your cheek gently.
You all sat there quietly before Harrison let out a sigh.
“Alright fine, you two can date, just be careful okay?” Harrison pinched the bridge of his nose, as you squealed with happiness.
“-BUT,” He interrupted, pointing a finger at Tom who’s eyes widened, “If you do anything to hurt my baby sister I will end you, got it? I don’t care if you’re my best friend or not.” Harrison glared, as Tom nodded rapidly, holding his hands up in surrender.
Harrison gave one more approving nod before leaving your room, you felt your heart beating out of your chest, that wasn’t what you were expecting to happen that night.
But as the night went on, you snuggled against his chest as he played with your hair as you both watched whatever movie was on TV, you finally felt at home, and it didn’t occur to you till now that Tom was your home, he always had been.
You felt him kiss your head, mumbling something into your hair.
You’ve been feeling tired and a little dizzy all day, and you’re not really sure why. You’ve been trying to hide that you haven’t been feeling well because you don’t want to bother anyone since you know everyone is busy because tour just started. Luckily Shawn has been so busy with everything he’s had to do for the concert tonight that he hasn’t really seen you much. This is good only because you know he has a tendency to worry, and with everything going on for his show tonight, you don’t want him to have to worry about you too.
Shawn just went onstage a few minutes ago, so he’ll definitely be busy for the next couple of hours. You normally watch his show from side stage, but today you’re not feeling up to it, so you stayed in his green room instead. You’re lying down on the couch. You have a killer headache, and you feel a little dizzy every time you move your head or try to sit up.
Well This Is Awkward Pt. 2 (Peter Parker x Reader)
A/N: Just a reminder that REQUESTS ARE OPEN. They will be completed based on how inspired I am to write about them…. Anyways, sorry I didn’t get this up last week! I was really busy. Also, this series is set around the events of Captain America: Civil War (and in the future, will incorporate the events in Spider-Man: Homecoming). If you don’t want spoilers, please do not read this unless you have seen the movies (or don’t care lol).
Summary: The reader re-unites with someone they never thought they’d see again.
Word Count: 1,866.
Warnings: Le teen angst. Awkward encounters. Captain America: Civil War spoilers? Idk it’s set during this time.
A/N: Woah, woah, hold up. You’re not
allowed to request my top three characters all in one go. Sit down
and think about what you did. Because of the explanations, I realized
that I basically wrote the dislikes as a sidenote of why each point
is a ‘like’ of theirs, and I just wrote the four initial points I had
for each. Hope this is what you wanted!
-Strength. It doesn’t really matter if
his s/o is confident or shy, so long as they find a cause and stick
to it. He finds that incredibly attractive.
-Loose hair. He’s so used to seeing
ponytails and pulled back hairstyles done out of convenience to
survive Suna’s heat that seeing anyone with their hair down feels
somewhat off. Due to the culture, it gives off an impression of
vulnerability and foreign beauty.
-Creativity. Being a puppet master, he
brainstorms new concepts and sketches new designs all the time.
Having a s/o who can point out flaws in his designs or share in his
planning is very important to him.
-Stability. He needs someone who he can
build a foundation with, and someone flighty won’t work. It’s also a
pet peeve of his to have to deal with indecisive people, and people
who won’t stick to their word, because he dealt with that enough when
his Father was still around.
-Light scents. A light cologne or
perfume can automatically capture his attention when he is out on the
-Smooth voices. Considering his
exceptional hearing, a smooth voice is very comforting and pleasing
for him to encounter. Points if they can carry a tune.
-Dark eyes. They’re warm and deep and
don’t have the striking quality that brighter eyes have, as if
they’re looking through him and seeing him for what he feels he is- a
feeling which was largely unsettling for him in his youth.
-Brightness. Happiness. It’s parallel
with beauty in Kakashi’s mind. He needs a brighter character to
counteract against his own darkness. The person doesn’t have to be
pure, per say, but positive in the face of negativity. It’s a mercy
that Kakashi hasn’t encountered enough in his lifetime.
-Gentleness. He loves his parents and
family, but they can all be a little aggressive. Having someone he
can sit back with at the end of the day and have a quiet moment with
is a luxury that he won’t take advantage of.
-Flirtatiousness. Don’t get me wrong,
Kiba has enough confidence for the both of you, but he’s not very
forward when it comes to romance. Having a partner that will take
that step for him is a must.
-Confidence. It doesn’t have to be
obnoxious, in your face confidence, either. His s/o has to understand
and affirm their own ability. It’s not so much a like of Kiba’s, so
much as it is necessity. If he had a s/o who had low confidence, his
personality might totally overwhelm them.
-Humour. He finds someone who can crack
a joke, laugh at themselves, and laugh at others, irresistible. His
relationships are bound to have a friends-to-lovers build, so this
quality makes it a lot easier for him to become close to you, enough
that his interest in you would develop into something deeper.
Pairing: Sherlock x reader Author:@whatthehellisacastiel (Kat) Words: 1,843 Warnings: Not much. Some cussing and kidnapping.
Author’s note: I had a lot to think about for this one. I made a plan and this story is going to be in 2 parts, maybe three.
Request: Could i get a request for sherlock x reader, where she is kidnapped by Moriarty and Sherlock and her brother (john) have to solve clues to find her? Thank you x - anonymous
Summary: You were John’s little sister and managed to find yourself into his and Sherlock Holmes’ mess of a life. What happens when a criminal mastermind kidnaps you? Will the detective you’ve fallen for and your brother save you in time?
Truth be told that Sherlock never expected to have a single friend, nevertheless two. Two Watsons, both equally insufferable but both his best friends. He’s met John in a lab after an acquaintance of his mentioned to John that Sherlock was looking for a flatmate. Fast forward a few months later you arrived at Baker Street after settling in London yourself to see your older brother. You met Sherlock first and much to everyone’s surprise, the two of you got along nicely. Somehow, you had become a daily part of their daily lives. When you weren’t working, you were either at Baker Street or out helping your brother and Sherlock with a case. Sherlock refrained from thinking back to a time when he didn’t have either you or John by his side, for once in his life he was content with everything going on around him.