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mildkleptomaniac · 3 years

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brunch — jj maybank x kook!reader

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: “ Can you do a jj x reader? He's a waiter at the club and her family is there for brunch, her parents don't know about their relationship and are kinda rude to him. Reader's done with their attitude and deffends jj and reveals their relationship by accident and her parents get mad. Love all your fics, you're so talented! ”

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.6k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: just some angst and an outburst! rude parents

𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆: sorry this took forever to get out! school semester just started, along with a new job. and I’m finally in the process of feeling better. I’m posting this on mobile so sorry if they layout is weird, but I hope you enjoy!

Y/N sat at the table, her parents sitting across from her as they stared at the menu. According to her parents, the world ran around them. They didn’t seem to care that they would take more than enough time to order and then usher the waiter over whenever it would be convenient for them. They would manage to make brunch turn into dinner with the amount of time they would sit at the table and slowly pick at the bread for an appetizer while slowly sipping their mimosas.

Y/N enjoyed going out for meals, but never with her parents. Sometimes she felt like she had to babysit them, especially with how they treated employees. She always apologized whenever the waiter would catch a glance at Y/N and she would give them an apologetic smile. Not to mention the amount of times she would slip in a few extra bills for the tip. Her parents were harsh when it came to the working class, which she didn’t quite understand.

But today at the Kildare Country Club, Y/N’s boyfriend would be their waiter.

JJ Maybank.

Y/N’s secret Pogue boyfriend. He was the boy that her parents would fear for her to fall in love with because they knew all too well about his family and their history. Her parents would remind her of the “better” selection of boys to pick from, which either included Kelce or Topper. Luckily her parents never mentioned Rafe Cameron—it’s almost like they knew in their gut that he wasn’t the best candidate to date.

Y/N’s parents feared that Pogues will just use her to get further in life and that she’s just some doormat to her friends. But that wasn’t the case at all, if anything—Y/N was the glue to the friend group after she began dating JJ.

A few lies a week would keep her parents fooled, thinking she was spending her time studying or volunteering when in reality, she was relaxing at the Chateau or lounging on the HMS Pogue in JJ’s lap as they sipped on cheap beers.

“Good morning, folks. My name is JJ and I’ll be your waiter today. Can I start you off with anything to drink?” The blonde flashed his smile at the table, his eyes meeting Y/N’s. A comfort washed over the girl, his gaze always soothed any tension built in her body.

“Isn’t it Mimosa Sunday?” Her mother glanced upwards from the menu, voice flat.

“Yes, m’am. Bottomless Mimosas all Sunday.” JJ replied.

“Then get it started. Y/N would have a glass of water.” Her mother’s eyes flickered back to the menu. Y/N pursed her lips, shifting in her seat.

“What would you like to drink, miss?” JJ asked Y/N, ignoring her mother’s statement. Her eyes widened and she cleared her throat.

“I’ll take a sweet ice tea, please. With a side of water, please.” She made sure to emphasize the word ‘please’ around her parents. A term to slip their vocabulary whenever they were brought face to face with the working class.

“Y/N, don’t waste your calories on a drink.” Her mother shook her head.

“It’d be okay and I don’t want to talk about that right now in front of the waiter.” She remarked through her teeth, eyes looking back between her parents and her boyfriend.

“One sweet tea and bottomless Mimosas coming right up.” He jotted the order on his pad before turning on his heel. Y/N’s father cleared his throat and it caught JJ’s attention.

“Young man, we weren’t done ordering. We would like to place an order for an appetizer.”

Y/N could feel her shoulders ache from how pinched they were with tension. Her parents absolutely embarrassed her to no end with their lack of consideration or manners. She’s surprised they got this far in life by treating people like this. They were no different than any other person.

“We would like the Mini Herb Smoked Salmon Frittatas with Deviled Eggs.” Y/N’s father read off the menu.

“I’ll get that in as soon as possible, sir. And I’ll be right out with the drinks.” He smiled before walking away. He glanced back at his girlfriend and sent her a reassuring smile, trying to let her know that he was doing okay.

She knew her parents weren’t the worse to deal with, but they could be difficult.

“I’m surprised they allow a Maybank to work at this establishment. He probably steals all the soaps and colognes from the bathroom and sells them on the street.” Her father laughed, shaking his head.

“Oh honey, you’re probably right. His father is such a sleaze, I wouldn’t be surprised if he makes the boy bring home scraps from the dumpster!”

“I’m sorry, but what the hell is wrong with you both?” Y/N questioned, her eyebrows furrowed as she stared in distaste at her parent’s banter.

“Excuse me, young lady. Watch your language.” Her father reprimanded.

“Excuse me? Excuse you! You don’t even know JJ and you’re talking poorly about him. Obviously, he is working hard to make money. Bold of you to assume that he isn’t a hard worker—but he is. Do you not see him mowing lawns for the neighbors? Helping Hayward run groceries on the docks? If his family’s wealth is such an issue to you, why not help donate clothes and food to him?” Y/N’s outburst caught other tables' attention. She stood up in her spot, her hands clenching the table cloth.

“Y/N, you are causing a scene. You need to sit down right now or else you’re in major trouble.” Her mother’s voice was sharp.

JJ walked to the table, pretending to be oblivious to his girlfriend’s statements, which the whole restaurant practically heard her defending him. “Here are the Mimosas and the sweet tea. The starters will be out shortly. Can I get you anything else in the meantime?” He faked a smile.

“I don’t care if I’m causing a scene, because you’re causing a problem! You’re being rude for absolutely I reason towards JJ.” She remained standing and JJ stood there awkwardly, unsure of what the right move would be in this situation.

“Why do you care about this, Pogue? He has no meaning to our lives—he doesn’t benefit society, sweetheart.” Her father spoke in a softer tone.

“You’re unbelievable, dad! JJ Maybank is a human being who works to survive! He isn’t some scummy person and—in fact, he is my boyfriend! Mom, Dad, meet my boyfriend, JJ Maybank.” Y/N finally snapped and she gestured towards the blonde who stood there. He looked like a deer in headlights.

“Y/N, stop embarrassing the poor boy at work and yourself.” Her mother’s face grew red—she wasn’t sure if it was from anger or embarrassment herself.

“I’m not embarrassing myself, mom. This is my boyfriend. We’ve been dating for a few months now and this is where I’ve been. I’ve been dating a Pogue. You’re sweet, precious daughter is dating this Pogue. And he is actually fantastic and cares about me—more than you two ever do!” She threw her fabric napkin on the table before reaching into her purse. She pulled out a rather large dollar bill and stuffed it into JJ’s pocket. “Here is a tip that they won’t be giving you, babe. But I think you deserve it.” Y/N kissed his cheek before walking away from the table.

JJ cleared his throat and looked around the area, “would you like a different waiter, today?”

Y/N went inside the Country Club and paced around the entrance way. She ran a hand through her hair and she tried calming herself down. She had never had that much confidence to confront her parents like that, but she knew she would face the consequences when she would go home.

A hand clamped down on her shoulder and she turned around to face her boyfriend.

“JJ—I am so sorry all of that happened and—“ He interrupted her by cupping her cheeks and pulling her in for a kiss.

“You’re so hot when you’re mad and defending me.” He whispered against her lips. She let out a light laugh and they kissed once more. “You don’t need to apologize babe, what you did was awesome. Insane, but awesome.”

“My parents are going to kill me,” she laughed again. The reality setting in quickly.

“Then stay at the Chateau with me tonight. What’s gonna happen that’s not already? Plus, we can sleep together and I can have you tell everyone how you had a scene at brunch.” He teased, his fingers playing with the ends of her hair.

“That…that sounds nice.” She sighed, closing her eyes. JJ pressed a kiss to the temple of her head.

“I also put in your breakfast order if you wanna eat at the bar. I used the money you gave me for it.” He tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. She looked at him gratefully.

“You’re the best, J. I love you,”

“Even if I’m a Pogue?”

“Most definitely if you’re a Pogue. I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

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kidney9-9 · 3 years

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Heartbreak Girl - Peter Parker

Anonymous asked: Hey could you write something with fuckboy!Peter being friends with the reader since high school, and one day he goes to the bar they use to go and she's there, sat alone, crying cause her boyfriend broke up with her to get back with his ex. So he sits with her, even joking about the fact that she has been crying cause he doesn't think it's something serious, but then he's all like: aww come here, wanna tell me what happened? And he comforts her, telling how amazing she is, and that she doesn't deserve someone that can't see how awesome she is AND she invites him over. So... the following day it's just the reader being all like ok so this never happened, and even tho Peter is like: yeah yeah definetly, he is falling hard for her 🥺

Hi sweetie! Hope you enjoy! Thank you for sending this in. I was listening to 5sos while writing this and the song “Heartbreak girl” popped up, and I had to tittle it after the song omg! Masterlist linked in bio, and tags in a reblog. A little note before you continue! All my writing includes that everyone is of age. Also I thought I should say that please research/plan and use protection for sex! My friend and I spoke about this earlier, and I just wanted to restate that it is very important to use protection!

Peter Parker x Reader (Smut with Plot) Warnings: Mention of underage drinking, more drinking, mention of cheating in past relationship, smut, little angst with happy ending! And unprotected sex (please use protection)! Word Count: 4.3k

You scooted closer to the bar, sighing into your drink once again. You’ve been here for two hours, and already had a few beers, feeling like shit. A tear rolled down your face as you thought back again to Emmett. This morning he fucking sent you a text telling you to pack his shit up and put it outside because he was leaving you. When he got to your apartment, you thought you could work it out, see why he was acting like that. You thought it was just a joke at most, but it wasn’t. He was going back to his ex, Haley, even after all the shit he talked about her to you.

It was ridiculous, you didn’t understand it. You’ve been with him since freshmen year of college; you raised your eyebrows at the thought. It’s been four years and he did that. You really thought you’d marry the guy, or at least buy a house together in the future. You guys even talked about engagement rings for fuck’s sake. You tilted your head back, gulping down the last bit of your beer, before setting it down, and pushing it to the side.

The bartender glanced over to you, shaking his head before placing another beer on the table for you, and you rolled your eyes back to him, but you were thankful he didn’t speak up. You tapped your fingernails into the glass as another few tears rolled down your face, and you were glad you were a silent crier, even though it was upsetting.

You sighed, drinking the beer again and set it down with an unintentional slam. You flinched before shaking your head to yourself, glancing up towards the doorway. You’d probably have to call an uber home or something, unless you stopped drinking now and had a few cups of water. You bit your lip, wondering why you’d even come here instead of staying at home to drink, so you could save money. You focused again back to the entrance, eyes narrowing when you noticed a familiar face.

It was Peter Parker, you realized. And you instantly turned around in your seat, just hoping he didn’t see you cry now. Anyone you knew, seeing you cry, was a no-no. You didn’t like it when people saw the vulnerable side of you like that. It made you feel awkward and uncomfortable.

You thought you were in the clear as you sighed and turned back to the entrance again with your spinning barstool, but you were wrong. Your eyes widened when you saw he took a seat right next to you.

“Y/n, you’re making me feel like I’m invisible here!” Peter laughed, greeting you. He noticed you right away when he walked in, it was the bar the two of you would sneak into all the time during high school. And you were drinking the same beer as well, it was a shitty one, he didn’t understand why you’d ever like it but that was something he remembered well about you.

“Hey…” You responded, trailing off as you quickly wiped at your eyes, trying to make the tears go away. Peter frowned, realizing you were crying, and he reached out to pat your back slowly.

“Aw Y/n! Come here, give me a hug. Want to talk about what happened?” Peter whispered, leaning close to you in concern. It’s been weeks since the last time you saw him, he’d been too busy with his job at Stark Industries. You shook your head back to him while shrugging, feeling as if you should tell him now, because he wouldn’t let it go. He was stubborn, always wanting to help you even if you didn’t want it though you knew you needed it.

You didn’t give him a hug straight away, worried that you’d get makeup on him from your tears, instead you started to talk. “I, uh, Emmett broke up with me today.” You whispered, voice cracking on his name. Peter’s face hardened at your words.

“That asshole did what?” He spat out, shaking his head in anger. You rolled your eyes back to Peter, not in the mood to tell him the full story, because you were sure it would make you feel more upset, and there was a lot more to the story other than Emmett leaving for Haley.

Peter’s arm slid over your shoulders now, bringing you closer as he kissed the top of your head, “I’m sorry. You’re worth more than that shitbag piece of piss stained…” He stopped, seeing another tear drop. His other hand wiped your cheek softly, collecting the tear slowly.

“I know I am. Just wish I didn’t waste all that time on him now.” You responded, bringing out a small smile at Peter’s actions. Things had been on and off with Emmett at times, but you thought it would last, not him leaving for that girl.

“Let’s think about it this way, now you have the rest of your life, to spend with the people you feel happy with.” Peter murmured back, trying to comfort you more. You sniffled slightly, feeling sad but each time you saw him smile at you that way, you had a hiccup of hope building up.

“Yeah, like you.” You laughed back slowly, the laugh was faked, but it helped you a bit more. Peter smiled back to you, kissing your cheek again before looking to the bartender and ordering a glass of water for you.

He always was so sweet with you, and you appreciated him.

“I think you’re one of the best people I know out here.” He whispered to you. A blush had darkened over his cheeks when he noticed how close he was to you, but you didn’t seem to have much of a reaction, instead you invited him closer to you by setting your head on his shoulder. Peter smiled, wondering how a guy like Emmett ever had a chance with you.

Sure, Peter’s been with several over people before, but he’s always had a crush on you. He flirted openly with you so many times, but you never realized it either, which he found charming. He never pushed you though, into anything romantic. He would never do that type of shit, that was something only assholes did.

“Thanks Peter. Uh, he cheated on me, sort of. Told me he was going back to Haley instead. They’ve been talking for at least a year I think…” You admitted, just rambling out the problems before scrunching your face up together. You didn’t even want to talk about it, but it just flowed out.

Peter let out a surprised laugh, pulling away from you before shaking his head, “What? I thought you’d walk in on him or something… but that is shitty.” You groaned at him, nudging his shoulder and not liking his laugh.

“Would you do something like that?” You questioned him feeling a spike of anger rise. If anyone thought it was okay, you wouldn’t ever want to talk with them again. It just pissed you off and made it made you more upset that Peter laughed about it.

“What! I’m sorry. No, I wouldn’t do that. I laughed because Emmett is an ass like that.” Peter responded, eyes widening when he saw you scoff in return.

“Yeah right. You play with people’s feelings all the time. I’m not letting you forget about Olivia from the grocery store.” You retorted, glancing away from Peter. He sighed, his grin turning into a frown at the mention of Olivia. He made the mistake of going on a date with her, arguing throughout the whole night and then officially broke it up when he made out with her cousin at a party.

“That was… not the best on my part, but Y/n. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, I wanted to brighten this fucked up thing. I’m sorry. And uh, I’m sticking by my statement that Emmett is an ass.” He responded, gazing at you as you slowly took a sip of water, forgetting your beer now.

“Yeah, Emmett the ass.” You murmured into the glass of water. Peter nodded back to you, wiping your cheek again as he saw another tear fall.

“Every tear that falls, I will tell you how amazing you are. Promise.” He whispered to you, making you stifle a giggle. You shook your head back to him, after he flicked your arm playfully.

“Shut up Peter,” You chuckled as he took a deep breath, preparing for the compliment.

“Ladies and gentlemen and nonbinary folk here! This girl – right here, you see her?” He paused, gaining the attention of everyone in the bar. Your eyes widened and you quickly hid your face in your hands, getting embarrassed as Peter continued after a few people called back out their answers.

You gasped when you peeked out, seeing he climbed up onto the bar. “She’s fucking incredible! This beautiful, intelligent, perfect human right here. The first time I met her, I instantly thought, fuck, I want to be her best friend. You know, she’s got that type of smile you’ll always remember. And she’s so special, like it makes you wonder if you’ve ever met anyone like her. She’s just - amazing.” Peter stopped as you started to slap his legs, trying to get him to stop.

“She’s the girl I’d give the world to!” He yelled out and you finally yelped out, tugging his whole leg down. He collapsed on the bar, laughing loudly as other hooted for him and the bartender slapped his back with the towel. You tugged him off the bar carefully, laughing as you started finally feel full happiness this evening.

“Parker!” You yipped, shaking your head as you tried to calm your laughter down. He started to laugh along with you, dragging you off the chair to stand with him. You shook your head before pulling him for a hug, not caring about the makeup smear now, instead just needing to be close to him.

“You’re fucking insane.” You mumbled into his ear, still silently giggling.

He hummed back, hugging you even tighter, “Yeah, for you.”

A wild thought invaded you as you gazed up to Peter, almost opening your mind to the various possibilities of what might happen. The way the light shinned on his face, his smile growing each second, he hugged you, the way he’d always kiss your cheeks or your forehead, to the crazy shit he’d do for you. He’s always been this Peter, the Peter that’s always looked at for you, and stayed with you, and fuck – if you weren’t going to take a chance now… when would you?

In an instant, you leaned up, capturing his lips in a soft hesitant kiss. Peter didn’t respond for a few moments, before he gasped, and kissed you back, pulling you even closer to his body. His arm slipped down and grasped around your back tighter, and his other went to the back of your head as he kissed you more passionately.

It was crazy, you couldn’t stop, you wanted more of him now. Fingers crawled under his shirt as you cupped his face, opening your mouth and creating an even sloppier kiss. Moans and whimpers crawled out of each of you, noises muted around you and finally you pulled away, needing air.

“Come home with me?” You asked, breathing heavily against his ear, almost propping your leg over his. Peter shuddered, nodding back to you, and pulled your lips back to his for a shorter strong kiss.

“Yes, yeah.” He whispered back, letting go of you and pulling out his wallet. He tossed a few tens to the waiter and picked your purse up for you before grabbing onto your hand and tugging you out the exit. You laughed, stumbling after him to his car.

You gasped as he slammed you against your bedroom wall, biting down on your bottom lip and hands going everywhere. His hair tickled you as he peppered kisses down south after he tore your clothes off. You giggled when he leaned back up, kissing your ear causing it to tickle.

You pushed back on Peter, making him fall back onto your bed with a surprised laugh. You quickly followed him, unbuckling and pulling down his pants slightly before you leaned up and kissed him again. The kiss was sloppy, everything was so messy, and you loved it. You breathed against his neck as he changed positions with you and then he pulled away.

He stood up, rushing to get out of his boxers and completely taking off his pants. His shirt was already thrown off near your front door. You sorted yourself on the bed, moving up in a more comfortable area, not caring about how many pillows were behind you. You let out a laugh when he stumbled slightly and he grinned back to you, “Wait – I need to know if you want this, and it’s not just you being drunk.” The phrase made you pause and purse your lips together.

“Uh, well I do want this, I’ve thought about it very briefly – it’s just, do we really have to talk about this now?” You struggled, almost wanting to groan at yourself for what you said. It was true, but you knew that even if you weren’t drunk that someday, sometime, in the future, you would hook up with Peter. Like, it was bound to happen. No way would you be in your 70s one day, thinking about all your hook ups, and Peter wouldn’t be on that list. He’s the classic fuckboy, with a few feelings sometimes.

“Oh, come on, what’s that supposed to mean?” Peter almost moaned back, not in any type of sexual way, but you wished it were. Fuck, you really didn’t like deep conversation during any sexual encounter, but right now, you would definitely rather have a philosophical conversation with Peter instead of this one.

You couldn’t count this as a deep conversation at all. He is Peter Parker after all; you wouldn’t expect him to want to talk at this moment (out of every moment that could happen). “Are you going to answer me, Y/n? I mean… I don’t want to do this if you’re going to regret it.” He popped up again, and you raised your eyebrows at yourself, realizing you fell into silence for a while.

“Oh – wait, you think I’d regret it? Parker, there’s no way I’ll regret this. I mean, maybe if I forgot to do laundry yesterday cause then I’ll have to do more shit tomorrow, but other than that I’m fine. I’m not that drunk, I drank a ton of water earlier, still very coherent, and very much consent to this. Fuck man, the only thing I regret here is Emmett!” You rambled, going on and on till you knew it was a bit too much, watching Peter crack a little smile before it ended with a full-blown giggle.

“Okay, okay, no more Emmett for tonight then. He’s – ugh, what did you even see in him?” Peter continued on, making you roll your eyes. Now you knew it was turning into teasing and you nudged him a bit, shaking your head.

“Look at it this way then if you have to know. You’re everything Emmett is not.” You spoke, tilting your head to him slightly. Peter took a long gaze down to your lips before he looked back up, shifting a bit.

“Hmm, that’s an interesting opinion you’ve got there. I hope that means I’m a good guy.” Peter retorted, his voice dropping down to something similar to a whisper. You smiled slightly, nodding back as you leaned in closer to him once again.

He ended up falling back on the bed, next to you, slipping his hand on your cheek to pull you in for a messy kiss. The kiss ended up being so heated that you moaned out in surprise when he slid an arm on your backside, propping you up on his lap. You loved how he was handling you; it was so different from Emmett – you shook the thought from your head, not wanting to make anymore comparisons between them. But either way, the delicacy of the way he held his hands against you and poured out all his lust in these actions made you feel like jelly, almost sliding yourself more onto him. At the same time, the desperation of his kissing, the urge to feel more, it amazed you too.

How come you didn’t sleep with him before this? You found yourself asking this in your head a few times tonight.

“I’ve imagined this for ages but never thought it would ever happen, much less be like this. You’re so fucking beautiful.” Peter huffed out after slipping from your lips for a moment. You raised your eyebrows momentarily, but you didn’t pay much mind to what he was saying, it was all just from the heat of the moment. You doubt he actually did think of this when he was so busy with everything in his life.

“Mm, okay.” You hummed back blinking your eyes closed as your tongue took a sweet taste of the sweat built upon his neck. Peter felt himself intake a large breath as he laid down against the pillow, bringing you along with himself.

“I wanted to treat with you the most respect I can give, make this all fucking proper.” Peter continued, feeling his cock briefly contact your bare thighs. He groaned, bringing you even closer to him and you gasped when you felt your pussy pulsing even more.

“Peter, shut up and fuck me.” You finally deadpanned, staring at his eyes as you watched them widen in surprise for a moment. He didn’t say anymore, as he started to finally put all his focus on you, instead on what he should have done.

He gripped your back again, and you shivered as you started to position yourself on top of him. Peter helped you, by aligning his cock with your entrance, and instantly as you slowly went down, he swore under his breath.

Your eyes watered a bit from the girth, not adjusted to this new size, but you slowly pushed yourself more and the familiar feeling of pleasure quickly came back, heating you up even more. He sat up more to kiss you properly without straining his neck, and he slid his tongue out around your bottom lip. His hands both wound up on your head, and your back helping you start a rhythm.

“You’re so hot.” You whined as he started to take more control, pushing in and out of you as his kisses trailed sloppily down your chest. Your breasts felt quite left out of the equation but once he captured your left breast into his hand and sucked and bit into different regions, you felt even more alive.

The faster he went, the harder he pounded into you now, after he switched positions again. You were laying against the mess of pillows and blankets and he as leaning against your figure, focusing on making you feel good.

There was a moment he swore he almost came at, seeing you stare at him with your mouth wide open, crying out his name. That stare held so much he had yearned for, for so long, and now that he finally saw and felt you in this way, he didn’t want this to be only once. He had a feeling you didn’t want that either.

His hips were almost uncontrollable at this point, shuddering and jerking into you as he cried out your name. It was silenced quickly by your lips and you dug your fingers into his hair, pulling harshly and curling his hair up as your hips started to meet his thrusts more as he hit your g-spot so many times.

Your moans grew louder, feeling him graze over your clit so many times with his fingers. He knew what he was doing, extending your impending orgasm, as that flame started to grow even more in you. It felt like you needed to burst, it was just so much pleasure, you had felt your eyes watering again and you had trouble properly kissing him without sounds leaving your mouth.

“Oh fuck!” You cried out, and Peter quickly responded to you, kissing you once more, harder than before, “I’m going to come.” His words made you spiral, only needing that to also fall into orgasm. And just as you reached it, your back leaned up into him even more. Your eyes almost rolled away as the feeling released around your body, almost feeling an incredible waterfall had hit you in a way you couldn’t describe.

Peter cried out a final time, pushing out of you as his cum shot out against your stomach. You could barely see what was happening, but your eyes fluttered closed shortly after you felt Peter collapse next to you. He pressed a warm kiss on the side of your head, making you hum quietly.

The two of you didn’t sway from the position for the rest of the night. Sleep came easier than you thought tonight.

As you drank your morning coffee, you were stuck in a state of shock. Last night was incredible beyond words, and you couldn’t even come to explain the exact feelings you had with and for Peter. And you also concluded that it would be best to pretend it didn’t happen. It was for the best for Peter and you! He might have had a fling or something that you didn’t know about, and you didn’t want to prevent him from getting into any relationships because he felt bad for you… and you needed to focus on getting rid of everything that reminded you of Emmett.

You glanced down to your mug with a grimace, realizing that Emmett gifted it to you for a birthday a few years ago. You couldn’t just waste the coffee, so you just chugged the rest, hoping Peter would get out of the shower soon. You realized you didn’t speak with him this morning, instead you had rushed out of the apartment when you saw the mailman try to slam a few of your packages into your little mailbox. You had the best view for this, and always had trouble with the mailman.

After getting back inside with your slightly damaged packages, you heard the shower running and here you were now. You wiped your forehead lightly with the back of your hand, huffing out a breath as you stared down at the mug for the last time. “Bye bitch.” You whispered, dropping the mug straight into the trash can in your kitchen, not caring how loud the glass shattered once it hit the bottom.

After a few more minutes, you heard the shower turn off. And almost after another five minutes, Peter walked out of the bathroom wearing his clothes from the day before, shaking his damp hair with his hands, hoping he didn’t look funny with his hair like that. You sent an awkward grin his way, “Hey there,” Your voice made you internally cringe. How long has it been since you had a one-night stand? Oh right, never! You didn’t know the etiquette to follow, but instead you knew you needed to get to the point.

Before Peter could say anything, you shook your head to yourself, “So! Uh, let’s agree that this never ever happened. And um, I appreciate that you were there for me – but like yeah, as friends! Cool, right?” You rambled nervously, not wanting to glance as he took a seat at the counter.

When he nodded and let out a laugh, you sighed in relief. “Yeah, yeah… You sure?” Peter asked, leaning into the counter, staring up at you. He felt so much bubblier today compared to the last few weeks and he knew his feelings for you would only triple now since last night.

And seeing you act this way made him feel bittersweet.

He knew you needed to move on completely before you ever thought about having a relationship with someone, especially himself. He knew to give you space, but it hurt to part after such a special night with you that he’s been dreaming about for so long.

When you restated your previous words, Peter found himself smiling still, although a bit less. He slid his hand over yours, hoping you knew that he would always be there for you. He didn’t want to admit it to himself again, having thought he slightly gotten over you a few years ago, but he knew he was falling in love once more.

“Okay, I’m down for pretending. Call me when you need me… or like whenever, I don’t care. I mean I do care! I want to spend more time with you, I- okay, I’ll stop there. But call me or text me soon.” Peter stumbled over his words, as if he were actually admitting his feelings to you. Once he was done, he squeezed your hand one last time before letting go.

You scratched your cheek as you nodded back to him, “Yeah, I will. Thank you, Peter.” You responded, realizing this was goodbye for a bit. He picked up his things, waving once more to you before walking out of the apartment.

You scrunched your eyebrows together, not remembering he brought that bag last night. But you quickly pushed the thought off when you saw him walk away from the building, through your window. You were left with a feeling that you couldn’t explain again, this time you knew it was something you had to confront sooner or later with Peter.

#peter parker #peter parker smut #peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #peter parker x y/n #peter parker fanfiction #spiderman smut #spiderman x y/n #avengers fanfiction #thank you for sending this in!#love y'all!#kidney9-9

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clumsyclifford · 2 years

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lots of ramblings and self-revelations and thoughts below

SO. i had a crazy revelation while i was watching the 5sos 10 years thing. and this is going to sound incredibly stupid. believe me when i say that i feel incredibly stupid saying it as something that had never occurred to me before. okay here goes. are you ready. this is it: i don't have to find 5sos attractive in order to love them with all my heart.

i know you’re all like WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAT???? just kidding, i realize that this is not a novel revelation for most. but you have to understand that once upon a time i DID find 5sos attractive. they were a band of attractive boys making music that i loved and being funny and clever and making me laugh and etc etc etc. and they are still all of these things to me.......except that i am no longer attracted to them. i don't find them ~hot~ i don't even think theyre cute. and i don't mean this in a mean way, im not calling them ugly, but yknow. we all know what attraction is, and we know when it exists and when it doesn’t. and so for me those things have always been intertwined when it came to this band. i like 5sos because i like their music and i like their music because i like them and i like them because i'm attracted to them and i'm attracted to them because i like them and around and around it goes but NOW..........ive like. slowly stopped finding them attractive. and i didnt realize that i could actually separate that from liking them as people. this sounds really dumb and obvious now that im typing it out but you don't always sit down to puzzle this stuff out you know? one day you realize you're not as ~into~ a band you once adored and you don't think “hm i wonder why that is” and you CERTAINLY don't think “i bet it's because they're not hot anymore” i just accepted it man i wasn't thinking about it!!

so to recap: i thought that finding them hot and liking them as people were inextricable facts and then when i stopped finding them hot i thought i had stopped liking them as people, but i was wrong. also to be fair i don't know why i ever thought that i didn’t like them as much when every time i would consume ~5sos content~ (interviews etc) i’d be like......damn i love this band i love these guys so much they are so funny! but then the moment i’d close out of the video i would forget that i love them because i wasn't watching it think mmmm cute boys want to kiss. CAN’T stress enough how self-evident this revelation is but i did warn you. im just trying to work it out in real words because there's a lot more to these thoughts and i need em out of my head

so that's the first thing. is that i didn't really realize i could love them without being attracted to them. but the other thing kind of occurred to me (warning this is extremely lame and cliche) when they were performing 2011, and calum was singing “maybe there’s no point in holding on to something closely, i should let it go, i should let it fade, cos nothing lasts forever, nothing stays the same”

and i was like....... OH. OHHHHHHH.OHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

i mean i was watching this AWESOME band who had spent the last hour making me laugh harder than i have in honestly probably weeks, playing music that i FUCKING LOVE, and i was like. why am i so caught up with finding them PRETTY??? with thinking theyre CUTE???? and the reason is this: like i said, once upon a time i did. back in the day i thought they were hot boys. and so i kind of like.......just closed my fist around this Perfect 5SOS who was Cute To Me and i was like. This Is 5SOS. This Is Always Going To Be Them. They Are A Band Of Attractive Boys. I Find Them Attractive. Fact. as if that was something that could be static? and definitive? and permanent???? NOTHING lasts forever!! NOTHING stays the same!!! looks change. attraction changes. tastes change. preferences change!! and that's about whether or not i find them attractive but it's also about whether or not i like their music and also about everything ever because EVERYTHING IS ALWAYS CHANGING!! and i was holding on SO tightly to the version of 5sos that i KNEW. that i fancied. that i found cute. in my head, that was 5sos. and in my head...this new version of 5sos was a detour. but they would eventually return to being a 5sos that i could find attractive, because thats what 5sos was to me. attractive and funny boys who made good music. ((dare i say it? boyfriend material.)) but that's not who they are. and it honestly took me til right now to realize (cliche warning) that ive been holding on to this idea of something...that doesn't exist anymore. and is not going to exist again. people don't grow in reverse. im embarrassed to admit it but it took watching that fucking ridiculous ripped jeans/pop punk funeral for me to be like “...oh. they're permanently leaving that behind.”

“......oh. i should also leave that behind.”

also i will add this. well two things really. first of all, thanks to the club i am surrounded constantly by people who are decidedly older than me and THOSE people find current 5sos attractive. (fair enough!!) so it felt wrong whenever i would disagree with that, because in my mind i was like “well we all like 5sos, so we should all like 5sos the same way. if they’re finding 5sos attractive, that means 5sos must be attractive. am i not seeing something?? am i wrong??” of course it never occurred to me to think “well yeah my friends are a lot closer in age to current 5sos of course they find current 5sos more attractive than i do as a twenty year old” which brings me to my second point which is: I AM TWENTY!! i am not SUPPOSED to be attracted to 25 year olds!! just because i have been and can be doesnt mean they are going to exist in a way that i personally find attractive!!! when they do it's a coincidence at best. but OF COURSE i latched onto the version of 5sos that is closer to my age. of course i found 2016ish 5sos the most attractive because that's! when they! were the age! that i! am now!!!!!!!!!!! and i say once more: THIS ALL SOUNDS VERY OBVIOUS SAYING IT NOW. im putting a lot of puzzle pieces together that for some reason just neeeeever fully clicked.

so. (takes a big deep breath) in CONCLUSION. i am not ATTRACTED to 5sos anymore. as they are now. (i mean occasionally luke but. no. generally not.) and that is okay. in fact that is normal! expected! and just because my friends find them hot doesnt mean i have to. ((i mean helen fancies noely g and i have never even once been mildly inclined to agree with her. so i know it's possible.))

and also one last thing, generally unrelated to all the above stuff, but just because i was thinking about it during the show. i really think that 5sos are rock stars. like...legends. if not now then i think they’re going to be. they just keep getting better and becoming more confident and acquiring new skills and just growing as musicians all the time, and it’s awesome, man. i think they WILL go down in history. i think they WILL be legends. and honestly you don’t fancy legends. you revere them. you stand in awe of them. you respect them. you remember them. and you certainly don’t have to have a schoolgirl crush on them just to appreciate them for everything they are. so there you go. this is what i was thinking about for the duration of that show/movie/doc/whatever it was, in between the moments when i was laughing so hard i couldn’t breathe. if you read this far, you’re a champion, thank you for indulging me.

#this was originally going to be a tags post but it got so long that i had to split it into three #and by that point i was like you know what. im just gonna type it into a textpost and put a read more.#lmao #stuff #maybe you cant tell but this was a big moment for me lol #and im excited about the new person and new 5sos fan that im gonna be now having had this realization #i think im going to be a lot easier to get along with hgsdfhgfj #sorry guys #sometimes im very slow. like very very slow #love yall

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taleofharrison · 3 years

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Just Saying | Ashton Irwin

Summary: Based on just saying by 5sos

Warnings: mentions of cheating a little

Requested: Yes by an anon sorry it took me ages.

Word Count: 809

A/N: Here’s a little life update of my life but I feel like now I’ve developed a routine that works for me so I will try to write and update more often so yeah also I feel like I kinda drift from the lyrics but the essence of the song is here.

MASTERLIST HERE

Frat boys usually known as party animals or fuckboys or both, either way girls knew better than to get involved with them for more than just one night or one party, however you genuinely thought that Sam was different. He was part of the same frat house as Ashton, your best friend.

Ashton didn’t fit in either of the categories frat boys usually fit in hence why he was one of your best friends on campus.

In Ashton’s eyes, and all your friends’ eyes for that matter, Sam was not good enough for you and he cursed himself every time he remembered that he was the one who introduced you two at a party. However you didn’t see what the others saw, you were genuinely happy you finally got to live a college love.

“Where’s Sam?” Ashton asked, taking a seat next to you, you usually sat between him and Sam whenever you three had to take a lecture together.

“I-I don’t know, actually” you answered “he texted me though said he had some important things to do.”

“Isn’t he failing this class?” Ashton questioned, it was so typical of him to skip classes but of course you didn’t know that.

“I’m going to tutor him” you shrugged “don’t worry about him he’ll be alright and catch up in no time.”

Ashton smiled and sighed it didn’t matter you still had this perfect view of him.

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“Goodbye guys” you told them as you left your study session at the park “Sam is taking me out tonight, gotta get ready”

“I don’t get it,” Ashton complained once you no longer were in sight.

Ashton’s 3 best friends and frat brothers shot him a questioning look. He thought being part of a frat house would be awesome but reality hit him hard when almost everyone was an asshole but at least he found 3 guys that would always have his back.

Ashton groaned “I just don’t get why Y/N still is with Sam.”

“Nobody gets it,” Michael laughed. “Guess love really blinds people.”

“I’m sure he’s not going to show up and leave her stood up but by next week he’ll get her flowers or something so she can forgive him.” Ashton ranted “Y/N has told me he does that. She deserves so much better.”

“Let me guess you?” Luke shot back. Of course they were aware of Ashton’s crush on you.

“Yeah, me!” Ashton replied “I would take her on dates she might actually enjoy and listen to whatever she has to say.”

Ashton was genuinely upset you’d be settleting for something less than what you deserved but he also knew that it would be an asshole move to tell you that he was better than Sam and you might get angry at him for that and he couldn’t risk it. He couldn’t risk losing you.

As time went by Ashton noticed Sam was leaving the house more often and sudden change in his behaviour paying this much attention to the guy that made him his blood boil with jealousy seemed a little pathetic. Ashton would be the first one to admit that, but he had to make sure you were okay.

“Going somewhere?” Ashton asked Sam as he ran down the stairs.

“Huh?” Sam replied.

“You’re going out” Ashton pointed “you are leaving the house more-”

“It’s not your business, Irwin” Sam hissed, closing the door behind him.

Ashton knew something was up, his instinct told him and from what you had told him he took you out once every 27 years and he usually made you pay, especially when you did something you wanted to do. Sam never really cared about your interests and that was what hurt Ashton the most, you deserved all the romance and attention in the world.

Ashton took his keys and drove over to your dorm. He was torn, part of him wanted you to open the door so he could tell you what kind of guy Sam really was but the other part didn’t want to find you there so you didn’t get hurt.

“Y/N, it’s me Ashton” he said as he knocked on the door.

You opened the door and the image Ashton got was not what he expected. Tears stains decorated your face.

“Y/N, what-”

“He broke up with me,” you whispered, “through a text. Said there’s someone else”

“Do you want me to come in?” asked “do you want to be alone?”

“No, I really need you right now,” you cried, hugging him.

“He’s an asshole, he’s not worth your tears”

“But-”

“No Y/N” Ashton cut you “you deserve so much better than a guy with no future and I’m going to be here.”

Ashton was there all the time showing you how much he loved you and he would wait until you notice.

#ashton irwin imagine #ashton irwin imagines #ashton irwin fic #ashton irwin blurb #ashton irwin blurbs #5sos imagine #5sos imagines #5sos blurbs #5sos blurb

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igarbagecannoteven · 3 years

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Helllllo you seem like someone who reads a lot of fanfictions so i wanted to ask if you can recommend some cake fanfictions? Rather longer ones than oneshots that you currently like? That’d be awesome 🤲🏻 no worries if not!

ok i typed up an extremely detailed answer to this ask only to accidentally delete it but! hopefully i can remember everything i said (if not i shall commit major crimes) anyways if i’m missing something it’s definitely because of that and not bc i spaced it,,,, okay take 2 answering this ask

hi anon!!! i am so incredibly honored that you appreciate my taste in fic enough to ask me for recs i am all !!! i do need to issue 2 disclaimers b4 i begin: 1) i only started reading 5sos fic this fall so there are def other people who have better knowledge than me and 2) i don’t read explicit fics which limits the amount of fic i read/the ones i can rec. however! i am pretty sure i’m one of the only people who searches for 5sos fic by wordcount instead of pairing so if you’re looking for long(er)fic you’ve come to the right place :)) cake is a rather popular fic at the moment so there’s tons of good fic out there beyond what i’m going to rec here! i’m just going to list a few of my favs and if anyone knows of any good fics i left off feel free to add them! (i’m only going to be recc’ing completed fic as a matter of principle but if other people want to go crazy!) also, since i don’t know what you consider “longer fic” i’m going to put the word counts by each fic so you know what you’re getting into lol (i did make sure none of these recs are under 10k tho) okay with all that being said i guess i’ll dive right in!

if you’re a fan of cake fic you almost definitely know of the incredibly talented unofficial queen of cake @kaleidoscopeminds but just in case you should 100% check out her ao3! she has several longer fics, but my personal favorites are flatmate au (20k), journalist calum/musician luke au (16.8k), and her roadtrip fic (36.6k). they’re all incredibly written and clever and funny (with just the right amount of angst) so if you haven’t checked them out i highly recommend it!

if when you said longfic you *really* meant longfic, then you have to check out vegas au (88.4k) by @emmybazy from all the way back in 2014! it has some absolutely stunning worldbuilding and has a very unique way of framing the plot that i’ve never seen in fic before which made it a very refreshing read for me! if you’re looking to get lost in a fic this is the one for you 😊

moving along to another member of cake royalty, @staticsounds is a brilliant fic writer with loads of cake fics! (you should definitely check out her ao3 if you’re a cake person) my personal favorites of her longer cake fics are her la au (40.4k) and the cake version of bake off au (17.9k)! they’re both total showstoppers (get it? bc bake off? yes i do think i’m hilarious thank u) while also having very different moods? if that makes sense? like they both fit different vibes i look for at different times which is wonderful!!

and of course i can’t talk about molly and not bring up one of my favorite fic projects of all time, which was her collab with the spectacular @cringeycal for their college dance au (15k) & college pet au (14.7k) (that is a horrible way to describe it and i apologize but it’s also 6 am and i haven’t slept yet so cut me some slack) these are both genius and hilarious and i could go on about them for actual hours so if you haven’t read them yet go crazy go stupid and if you don’t love them i’ll eat scorpions on live television :))

how could i talk about cake fics without bringing up beloved hanukkah fic (13.6k) by the light of my life @clumsyclifford?? this fic is not only just a lovely piece of prose all around it just has so much love and warmth and fluff it’s practically overflowing and i personally think it should be required reading bc it’s so !!! bella hasn’t written any other cake over 10k but i have yet to read a fic of hers i haven’t loved so if you’re looking for some shorter cake (or longer of another pairing) you should def check out her ao3 😊

if you’re looking for some angsty fic, i highly recommend @lifewasradical ‘s fic where calum leaves the band (10.1k) it is absolutely heartwrenching in the best way!! she also has an adorable bakery au (11k) that is extremely fluffy and cute!!

there’s also her collab with @pixiegrl for their wrong number au (16.1k) if you’re looking for some disaster college kids making a mess of falling in love!

ok this post is getting very long and the sun has just risen (insert yikes emoji) so i’ll wrap it off with @michaelsarmbandtattoo ‘s trans luke au (12.8k) which balances fluff and angst extremely well imo and is a great read!

ok it is now past 6:30 am and i have an appointment at 10 and have yet to sleep so! that’s all for now! i am almost certainly forgetting some excellent fic but my brain is fried from last week of the semester vibes so someone else can fill in the blanks. this is probably way more rambly than you were looking for but it wouldn’t be a megs’ production if it wasn’t :)) thanks for asking for recs i’d love to do this again sometime for another pairing! (not this week tho lol) 💙

#this is so fucking long i apologize i just have zero chill #plus there's so much good fic out there! and i love to gush over fic if you haven't figured out yet #i really hope all these links work #i was going to say something else in the tags but now i can't remember #no one yell at me about my bad sleep decisions plz i am well aware i fucked up staying up this late during this week in particular #but! it is too late now #i'm going to go crash on the beanbag for 2 and a half to 3 hours b4 my class 🙃#good night y'all it was a pleasure doing business #answering mail #long post #fic rec #cake

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talkfastromance4 · 3 years

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Can I please please please get #2 with Luke from the Halloween blurb list?? Like maybe they’re kissing and Y/N pulls back and asks and idk I just think it’d be awesome

Yes! I loved writing this and it’s in continuation of my current vampire!luke stuff and follows this blurb I hope you like it!

2. “Can you show me your fangs?”

warnings: mentions of blood drinking

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She’s watching couples--established and just acquainted--getting frisky in the plush red chairs of the lounge. She’s become immune to the provocativeness that’s in the Blood Bar but she doesn’t understand how the humans can stand being feasted on out in the open like this.

When Luke feasted on her a couple weeks ago...a shiver rolls down her spine at the thought of that intimate moment. She tries to focus on organizing the bills but the memory of Luke sinking his teeth on her breast leaves her cheeks burning.

As soon as he punctured her flesh, she felt warm all over in pleasant way. When he began his feast, her eyes rolled back and she felt as if she were floating. She felt lighter than air and her finger tips were left tingling.

One of the patrons closest to her let out a small gasp as the Vampire continued to drink. Y/N remembers gasping as well at the pleasurable sensation. She ached to touch him at the time but obeyed the rules he’d given her, one of them remaining still.

When Luke finished--she hadn’t wanted him to stop--the cool lick of his tongue swept over his puncture wound. Her body felt wavy, her head was swimming in an ocean of pure bliss but the soft butterfly kisses Luke left on her skin reminded her she was on his bed, in his arms.

A pair of cool hands wrapped around her waist made her jump from her reverie.

“Woah, it’s just me,” Luke says in her ear and she instantly releases. He kisses her cheek, lips lingering. “I thought you heard me calling your name.”

“No, I didn’t hear you. I was...daydreaming.”

“About me, I hope,” he purrs tracing the line of her jaw with his lips.

“Always,” she smiles slipping her fingers through his on her waist.

“Are you ready to go?” his hand pinches the top of her thigh, his teeth nibble on her skin.

Her heart jumps at the sudden physical contact. Since that intimate moment where Luke bit her a few weeks ago, the physical part of their relationship has become scarce.

“Lovie?” Luke hums, his voice vibrates on her ear.

“Um, yeah. Let’s go.”

Back at his house, they’re in his lounge with an old playing in the background. She’s not even sure what it’s really about because of Luke’s cold hands under her shirt and his lips continually pulling kisses and soft moans from her. Her mind won’t stop thinking about the change in Luke.

“You seem distracted,” Luke murmurs ghosting kisses under her jaw.

“Just thinking,” she sighs twisting her fingers in his curls.

“About?” he continues to leave wet kisses on her skin.

“This is the first time we’ve really been intimate since you bit me. Did I do something wrong? Did I not taste good?”

His kisses stop, he huffs out a cold breath on her neck and she trembles. Luke lifts his head then cradles her cheeks in his hands. She looks adorably irresistible.

“Of course not, you did nothing wrong,” he shakes his head, “and you taste heavenly.”

“Then what is it?”

“It’s nothing you have to worry about, lovie,” he pecks her lips. “Now, what are you distracted by?”

“Can you show me your fangs?”

His eyebrows flicker and he cocks his head to the side in confusion.

“Why do you want to see them?”

“Curious,” she shrugs then kisses the outside of his palm. “Please?”

“What if it scares you?”

“You don’t scare me. Please?”

Luke sighs. He can never say no to her, within reason.

“All right,” he sighs again then opens his mouth. His fangs extend in length and her eyes widen slightly.

She lifts her hand carefully, pointer finger poised out. As she approaches Luke is reminded of the fairytale Sleeping Beauty when she pricked her finger on a spindle.

Luke’s fangs were much sharper than a spindle, one nanometric poke from the tip of his fang could harm her if he wasn’t careful and his venom could release; which would be much worse than a deep sleep. He’d curse her.

He captures her fingers quickly between his own stopping her motion. She gasps at his speed.

“You need to be careful,” he warns. “In less than a second I could harm you or something worse.”

“I’m...I’m sorry,” she breathes, her heart is racing like crazy.

Luke retracts his fangs then kisses each of her fingertips carefully. The sweet, sweet scent wafts into his nose.

“I need to control myself with you,” he whispers.

“Is that why you’ve been so distant? That one feasting...did it do a lot of damage?”

She bites her lip, a habit Luke’s long ago discovered means she’s nervous. He gives her the smile he’s only reserved for her then plucks her lip away from her teeth so he can kiss her delicately.

“Please, don’t fret, lovie. You’ve done nothing wrong.”

“I--”

He silences her with a deeper kiss, his fingers removing her top and bra in one fluid motion. There’s a difference in their love making; she’s filled with questions and he’s more torn than ever.

It’s as if they were saying goodbye.

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ijustdontlikepeople · 3 years

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My lovely friend @in-superbloom tagged me to do some music recs. I loving recommending music so this might be a little extensive lol. Thanks for the tag Anna 💛!!

1. favorite song at the moment.

This is hard. I’ve been roadtripping with my fam this week so I haven’t been listen to my music that much because I make playlists with everyone’s genres for the trips. But Stupid For You by Waterparks comes to mind. The guitar is awesome and the lyrics are pretty fun. Also, Enough for You by Olivia Rodrigo and All I Know So Far by P!nk. Enough for you is sad but very relatable. All I know so far is a bittersweet optimism with the insane vocals that P!nk’s music always has.

2. Song you associate with your favorite ship

so my favorite ship is probably Sterek but I don’t have a song I specifically associate with them. Bellarke is Soldier by Gavin DeGraw and You & Me by James TW. 18 by 1D reminds of Malex (as does Tyler Blackburn’s song from the show which was v good). I also think about one ship with Not In The Same Way by 5SOS. Percabeth, my og otp, I see in lots of songs but Mine by Taylor Swift and You & I by 1D probably the most.

3. a song that could be about you.

I, also, have a full playlist of songs that sound like their about me. Good Example by R3HAB with Andy Grammar is a big one. Here’s To Being Single by Lost Stars could be about my dating life lol. High School by 90s Kids is a hundred percent how I feel about high school.

4. a song that you think is underrated.

There are lots of songs I think are underrated. I love Little Hurt ( Alaska, Good as it Gets, It’s Ok Not to Be Ok, et,.) and I’ve literally never heard anyone talk about him before. Jesus in LA by Alec Benjamin (I love all of his music too). Everywhere by Niall Horan, If I’m Being Honest by Anna Clendening, and New Religion by The Heydaze.

5. a song that reminds you of a good memory

I have playlist for this too! (Because I have endless playlists) The song Cheap Thrills by Sia reminds of senior year of high school. My cousin and I ditched school on St Patrick’s to sneak into a party. It was in skyscraper right where the New York St Patrick’s Parade started. We had a such a great time. Probably the most rebellious thing I’ve ever done.

6. the last song you listened to

Annie by A R I Z O N A found it on tiktok when searching my own name in the sounds and I kind of love it. It’s a great dance song.

7. a song that makes you laugh.

Dead Man Walking by Jon Bellion which I’ve mentioned on here before, but I always giggle while singing. It’s about a guy who sleeps with his sister’s best friend and he’s lamenting that his sister is going to kill him. He did it in one take and you can hear his friends laughing the background.

8. A song you want your mutuals to listen to.

I would recommend all of the songs I’ve mentioned! Everyone who follows me for 5sos content I think will like Little Hurt and Waterparks in particular. I’ve been thinking about Gotta Be A Reason by Alec Benjamin a lot today so that for a specific song. It’s sad and it’s sweet and I know it complete (😉).

Tagging: @calmfolklore @calumthoodshands @faeryphilia @redrattlers @thesewordsareallihavetogive @valiantnerdtm @ginascaswell @messy-celestial (sorry if any of y’all have already done this, I haven’t been on tumblr much this last week) ♥️🤎

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alexwritesfiction · 3 years

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Call Me Tomorrow

y’all are finally getting a full length writing from me so show me some love pls.

this is so cheesy i don’t even know why i wrote this aaahhhhhhhhhh. @dutifullyloudmilkshake here’s the full version.

I waited. For an hour, I waited. I waited till my red dress started to itch my sides and the sequins became too much. And i’m still waiting. Is he ever gonna come? I check the tie on my analog wrist watch. It’s 9pm now.

We were supposed to meet at eight. I ran a little late and I was shocked when I didn’t see him here. But the I thought maybe he was a little late too, like me. This is my first date, of course I’m gonna be a little optimistic about this.

We met at a café downtown and exchanged numbers, me and Alex. We’ve been talking for weeks now. I really thought this was gonna work out. My dad is gonna be hunting him down with a shotgun if he really is a no-show. The thought brings a smile to my face.

I’m distracted from my staring war with the plate as a redhead waitress comes to me. “He isn’t gonna come, darling’,” she says in a high pitched voice. My mouth drops open as I try to comprehend what she just said. Is she even real?

“You have no right to say that!” I exclaim, putting on my best fierce voice. She just smirks, because deep down we both know he isn’t coming.

A loud screech and crash from the other side of the table startles me and I look to see what happened. Or rather, who happened.

This pale skinned blonde guy just plopped into the the chair opposite me. What the? I don’t even know him? Even though he’s probably the cutest thing i’ve ever laid eyes on.

“I am SO sorry sweetheart, I got caught up in the band practice and then Cal took my phone so that I couldn’t text you because he thinks i’m too clingy. I got here as soon as I could, I swear,”

Yeah I never really liked this Cal guy— huh?

As realisation quickly dawns upon me as to what is happening, I glance at the redhead waitress just looking Green Eyes (yes i’ll call him that I do not have his name) with pure shock. I just simply smiled as if to say, “Told ya,” and then continued looking at Green Eyes’ face. I would’ve been so embarrassed if not for him.

God bless his existence in this world. And his small nose and his sweet voice and his melting smile- never mind that.

The waitress just stares at the guy in suspicion, sliding her gaze between us. I give her a polite smile and her face turns into a sneer as she struts away. A voice clearing snatches my attention from her, making me focus on the man in front of me.

“So, what did you order?” he asks staring straight at me, not even bothering to look at the menus.

“I haven’t, actually, I was waiting for you,” I say, rolling my eyes at the Cal guy. I wonder if he’s a made up person. He stares at me in pure shock. Mouth wide open and everything.

“What, did you just sit here idle while waiting for that no-show?” he says, not caring about our cover being blown now that the waitress, Britney, her name was, is gone.

I just shrug and look down, only to hear booming laughter from him. Oh, that sounds like angels singing.

I look up at him just as he says, “I am going to have so much fun with you, Cupcake.”

Cupcake? Cupcake? Where did he get that from-

“Your little purse,” he smirks, glancing at my cupcake doodles covered clutch. I purse my lips as my cheeks heat in embarrassment.

“Aww, don’t be shy, now,” he says looking at me sassily, “everyone loves a bit of cupcakes,” although I don’t know if he’s referring to the food or to me.

"It’s called a clutch," is my genius response. He scoffs at that, ordering a pizza and mojitos for the two of us, not even bothering to ask me what I wanted. I wanted the same, though, so does it really matter. I would’ve cursed out Alex if he’d not asked me what I wanted to eat, but I'm starving and pizza seems like a boon.

The dinner passes by, without us knowing each other’s names. We talk the whole time, and not for one second do I feel let down, rather feeling just really grateful for him. Probably because we’ll never see each other again.

My chest hurts at the thought. Tonight with him has been one of the best nights in my life. Full of laughter and overwhelming contentment.

Other than arguing about who pays the bill, of course. He won. As we exit the little restaurant, I realise I don’t want to let him go. He shines like a star in the night sky.

“Cupcake, I want to see you again,” he says nervously and my face brightens. “Me too,” I squeal, wrapping my arms around him. Well, this is awkward. But he doesn’t let it be, holding me just as tight.

“Give me your phone, cupcake,” he says lightly as he sways us from side to side. I nod and absentmindedly hand him after unlocking it. Cold wind blows and I hold onto him a little tighter. I feel like I should trust him, even though I know it's not safe to be this reckless.

He sees my All Time Low lock screen and laughs a little, shaking his head as he sends a message to himself. He’s put in his name as Punk God making me laugh because he’s told me all about his punk rock obsessions during dinner.

I glance at his lock screen his phone in his other hand, a picture of him and another guy who looks kiwi making weird faces at the camera. I can tell they’re pretty close, I wonder if he’s Calum, he told me about him.

He receives a message from a number I recognise as my own, saying “hello kind master Ethan Walters, you are awesome.”

Ethan. His name is Ethan.

I look into his green eyes, whispering his name and his whole face lights up. He grins wide, leaning forward and pressing a small forehead kiss making me soft.

The sound of a car from behind us makes me realize my Uber got here. I'd much rather go with him, have him drive me home. But he lives just down the street and I live too far away. Walking home would be impossible since it's so cold.

He opens the car door for me and just before I’m seated in and close the door, he whispers, “Call me tomorrow, Nova,” and my happy expression tells him everything he needs to know. I feel like I just made a best friend for life. Maybe something more, I wonder as he gets smaller and smaller in the rear-view mirror.

As I’m getting farther and farther, I realise i’m going to see a lot of this boy. And I’m more than okay with that.

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heartbreakgrill · 4 years

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That Smile; Luke Hemmings

description: in which you’re a songwriter, working on Youngblood with 5sos, when a certain blonde catches your eyes.

a/n: there will be a part 2 for this!

“AHHHH!” You threw your green mechanical pencil across the room. It bounced off of the wall, snapping in half, and landing in separate places. One ended up by the door by your shoes, the other on the couch, beside your purse, jacket, and water bottle.

A voice crackled through the speaker system, obvious laughter being bitten back. “Y/N, are you okay?”

You squeezed your eyes shut, hands in fists on either of your temples. You were on the floor, on your back, skinny jean clad legs sprawled out in front of you. Your t-shirt was ridden up on your stomach, revealing a thin strip of your skin to the room, which you were now realizing was freezing. Through welling goosebumps, you grumbled, “I’m never okay, Brad. You know this.”

“I had to check. We have legal obligations in the workplace,” he responded, this time chuckling throughout his spiel.

“Damn, OSHA,” you mumbled into your bottom lip.

Brad hesitated before his voice echoed back in, “They’re here, by the way. Making their way back now.”

“I’m not getting up yet. I’m still moping over my inability to properly write a single-“ your voice rose into a yell now, “fucking line about a stupid fucking boy!”

It was now that you realized the door to the studio was open with the head of receptionist Cindy in the room. “Is this a bad time?”

“I get paid to do this, I have no say,” you dropped your hands to your sides. “Let ‘em in.”

The four lanky boys shuffled in, two dressed like it was New York Fashion Week, the other two lazed about in sweatpants and hoodies. They stood awkwardly against the wall, unsure of how to go about greeting someone having a mental breakdown on the ground below them.

“Hello, I’m sorry, I’m trying to recover,” you began to sit up, back cracking in the process. You straightened your shirt out, catching eyes with the tall blonde. You swear, in the most cringey way, your breath caught in your lungs.

“You’re okay, we go through similar processes,” a curly headed, dirty blond remarked, giggling lightly.

“Yeah, I have plenty of photos of Calum laying on the floor like you were,” long fringe, bright eyes. Michael, perhaps?

You had familiarized yourself with photos of them on the internet, but were not at all confident you knew who they were. In fact, you couldn’t recall anyone’s name when the tall blonde who stole your breath offered his hand. You took it, your hand completely encased in his warm one. Without much efforts, he pulled you off the ground, nearly flush against his chest. But, you made sure to step back when you stood.

“Thanks,” you sighed, shuffling to the couch in your sock-clad feet. “Uh, I’m Y/N,” you introduced while clearing the seating area for them, “I’m sorry, I dont really know your names. Could you-?”

“Luke,” he stuck out the same hand for you to shake; you did.

Michael was who you suspected, Calum the jet black haired man Michael had mentioned, and Ashton the giggly one. You situated yourselves on the couches once you demanded they make themselves at home.

“So, this is your third album?” Of course you knew their music. If you were pairing with an artist on a new project, you had to familiarize yourself with their sound. You couldn’t write a Taylor Swift-like song for Lil Uzi Vert.

“Yeah,” Ashton answered, seemingly the spokesperson for the band. He was sat on the couch across from you, with Calum, Michael in the computer chair by the recording equipment. Luke was beside and, damn, did he smell good.

“What’s the motive?” They looked confused at the question, sharing a furrowed look. With a quick tuck of your legs underneath you on the couch, you launched into explanation, eyes moving from boy to boy. “So, you’re first album was very teen punk, kinda edgy, but safe with cute love songs and innocent forever young vibes. Sounds Good, Feels Good was super grunge with ballads about your actual feelings, a few love songs, and a handful of those same forever young vibes. It was, like, healing for you, almost. Like an album meant to truly introduce your fans to who you are. What do you want to say with this one?”

Luke cleared his throat beside you, “I dont know that we really have a vision with this one. We never really do.”

“Gosh,” you laughed, “no wonder they hired you guys a new songwriter. You have to have a plan! Otherwise it takes way too long and you have no idea what you’re doing. You’ve managed to do awesome without me, but this album, I promise, is going to be amazing.”

They, collectively, grinned at you. “I dont know about you, boys, but Ive got fucking chills!” Ashton exclaimed, shoving Calums shoulder, glancing at Michael.

You grinned back, proud with yourself and your words. You looked over at Luke who had a twinkle in his eyes, a smaller smile that seemed reserved for admiration to you.

You’d see that smile many times again throughout the process of writing their new album, later titled Youngblood after the first song you wrote together.

Ashton thought you were a bloody genius, as he would say, again and again.

“Its just a simple lyrical progression, Ash,” you coined his nickname a week into the process, “not that big of a deal.”

He still grinned, continuing to flip at your ‘talent’ with the randomest things.

When Youngblood, the song, was completely recorded and produced, you had a listening party in the small recording studio. You’d baked cupcakes and cookies for everyone, Calum had popped some champagne, and Michael brought his girlfriend along for the celebration.

You got along with Crystal well, chattering about makeup, music, and many other things before Brad came into the room with a frog shaped file USB. You stood from the couch beside Crystal and moved to stand beside Luke, who just so happened to be standing in the spot you wanted to. He smiled down at you, bouncing on his heels in excitement.

As Brad set up the file, Luke said, “The cupcakes are really good. As are the cookies, and the song. Everything, really.”

He was nervous around you. He was never nervous around girls. But something about your overwhelming talent, immense beauty, and super sweet personality made him jittery. He held tightly to his paper cup, nearly breaking in from his squeezing knuckles.

“Thank you, Luke,” you set a hand on his shoulder, prepared to say something else when the song began.

You’d heard it prior to this to ensure that it wouldn’t be utter crap. It was amusing and prideful for you to watch everyone’s jaws drops, to see Calum drop onto the couch with his head in his hands. Ashton danced around, Crystal leaned against Michael, praising his guitar and vocal bits. As the beat picked up and, soon, as it ended, Luke turned to you, lifted you in his arms, and spun you around. You were laughing, head thrown back, hands clutching at his hoodie-clad shoulders. When he set you down, you were still laughing, as was he. His laugh faded into that smile, that stupid smile.

The next time you saw it was halfway through the album. You had been losing sleep, between handling 5sos as a client and, now, Taylor Swift, who noticed your work through a friend. She wanted a new song, something uplifting and sweet. You agreed to help, not realizing that, now, you were overloaded. And, you weren’t able to devote your time to just 5sos.

One day, at the end of a long studio day, Luke noticed you on the floor of the recoding studio. Youd set yourself there when the boys starting gathering up their things, bidding your farewells with weary hands. Your eyes were no shut, hands resting on your stomach. Luke watched the boys leave and, having driven himself there, sat down beside you. He nudged your leg, gaining your attention through weary eyes.

“Hi,” he smiled, not quite in that way, but still sweetly. “Are you okay?”

“Stressed. Tired. Sick of writing. I haven’t been out with friends in so long and i want to, but all of my friends have normal lives with normal jobs. So they wont go with me during the week, and I cant on the weekends, because Ive been busy with Taylor Swift. God, never thought I’d say that sentence. Anyways, I just really want to get drunk and dance and then cry to someone about being sad, single, and so, so tired.”

“Well,” Luke resisted the urge to pick you up, place you in his lap, cradle you and coo you to sleep, “I’m sure I can urge Ash to have a party in his house. There’s plenty of people who dont care about their jobs or dont even have ‘em.”

You lifted yourself up on to your knees, “I would literally write you, like, an entire song if you got him to do that. I need a night away.”

“No need, I’m fine with one dance reserved for me,” there was the smile. “Oh, and a shot. We have to do a shot together.”

“I would do a million shots with you.”

He walked you to the parking lot, to your car, leaning against the door frame while you turned it on and buckled your seat belt. “Okay, so, Ill send you his address, and see you in a few hours?”

“See you.”

Now, what the hell were you going to wear?

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dongiovannaswife · 5 years

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Ghost of you; Bruno Buccellati.

Side note; thank you for 700 followers! I really love you all and appreciate your love and support a lot. I've made awesome friends here and I hope we keep having fun! 💞 here's this little piece, take it please uwu.

Summary: “too young, too dumb to know things like love... But I know better now.” Destiny. A word; a reality, cruel, bloody, ruthless. Horrible, but inevitable. Sometimes, memories are the only thing we have left, and while we learn to live with the pain, we must relish on them, as a form to let the soul get over it. Time doesn't matter, as long as our heart heals. Sometimes, a ghost doesn't have to be scaring, it can be a simple memory and a grieving mind acting.

Warnings; death mentions, grieving, post VA, overall sad, I guess. Sensitive topics.

Song; ghost of you - 5SOS.

The sunlight wakes her up, making her open her eyes slowly. Moving slowly to turn around, the empty spot in bed, were she can't sleep yet, brings up the reality. His pillow lays perfectly still, the lipstick stain from that time when she applied a decent amount of makeup on him while he was asleep starts to fade, as hope once did. Soon, the lipstick stain will join the last drop of hope.

(Y/n) holds his pillow close to her chest, trying to find his perfume, but the only smell is the soap, not his fancy perfume.

And it feels displeasing, like the world laughs on her face. It fuels the desperate part of her that still wants to find him in the kitchen, drinking his morning tea. Honey, not sugar, she remembers clearly. But once in the kitchen, his cup is still there, were he left it; clean, spoon balanced graciously, and visible through the cupboard glass door's.

The frown on her face drops with her lip trembling, still refusing to eat, Mista's words sound in her head, but doesn't reach her will; "You have to eat, (y/n). You need to live for him, he would have want you to be alive, you know? If anything, he would have want you to keep going."

How can I live without him?

Sitting in the couch, her gaze suddenly flicks to the middle of the living room. And something brightens her features.

It looks like a blurry image, but it is clear enough to see the edges were each figure ends up, despite being two bodies pressed up together, moving slowly from side to side. There's no music, but humming and there's suddenly a song fitting; no song could be this powerful and hold so much meaning, like the song their songs compose while beating together in rhythm.

The figures hold each other close, the smaller figure leaning on the other, arms around its middle.

Everything has a start and an eventual ending.

«He won't come back. » They said that shots of truth can either awake someone, but kill another. Figuratively, her hope just died completely. And no one was really to blame, or perhaps there was someone, but she couldn't really tell with the wave of sadness and the lump on her throat making it hard to breath. (Y/n) reaches for the telephone, dialing Giorno's personal number and once the blond answers, he doesn't really have the chance to ask whatever he wanted when she's already speaking, rushed and breathy, tired and miserable.

"I miss him. I miss his eyes, his smile, I miss his voice. Why did he leave me?"

"(Y/n)—"

"I love him, wasn't that enough for him to... To stay?" At this point, tears run down her cheeks, falling on her lap, shaking shoulders and impossibility to breathe again making it the double of hard. It feels as if she's drowning in feelings; and then, it clicks. The realization of what she just said, the reason as to why it hurts so much.

She loves him.

"(Y/n)," Giorno's voice sounds at the other side, the young don sounds worried; in fact, it's not Don Giovanna the one speaking, it's Giorno. The difference is big, and it's not easy to meet the real person behind that title. "Do you want me to send Mista there? Do you want to stay at the headquarters? You don't have to be alone."

Trying to calm her breathing, the words are still mixed together; a bit hard to understand, but not impossible. "No, I'm— I just needed to say this to someone."

Giorno doesn't have to look at her to know she's lying. Her voice says it all. Still, he lets her be, understanding her feelings. After all, no one is still over it yet. It's been weeks after the events and both the organization and the people directly related to the changes are going through hard moments.

"I understand. Keep talking, then. Get it all out." He asks, a gentle ring on his voice.

"I didn't get to tell him."

For a moment, the line goes silent.

"Do you want to tell him?" Giorno sounds deep in thought and she almost can see why Bruno had so much faith on him, although she's not sure yet about the way those two got to work together suddenly, not with the explanation already on her mind.

"... Yes."

"We could go to the place he is and... You could talk to him. If you want, only."

Seconds pass, but they feel like hours. Thick with stress.

"Okay."

•••

It's during the sunset when the Ford Lincoln pulls aside the cemetery and as the two bodyguards descend to make sure the two of them are safe, (Y/n) looks over the blond, who's looking at her already, but despite his eyes fixed on her, he still seems lost, like his mind is not there.

"I'll be here, you two need privacy."

(Y/n) nods, getting out of the car and shyly walking to the grave —besides another one she already knew— and kneeling besides the stone, it takes her a bit to properly talk.

"I miss you, Bruno." She starts, looking at her hands. Blurry vision making it hard to see the bracelet he gave her during her birthday, "I think I won't be able to dance like I did with you. I guess what I'm trying to say is that I love you." And then, there's no possible way of seeing when her tears start falling, soaking her dress. "And I'm so sorry I didn't tell you before. I just— I just haven't realized."

Minutes after the sun completely disappears, her whisper coaxes a more intimate last goodbye.

"I don't know if you loved me too, but I know I do love you."

Suddenly, a soft wave of air with a faint smell resembling the one of the sea and the feel of a pair of familiar arms surround her.

#700 followers milestone #Bruno Buccellati #bruno buccellati x reader #JJBA Vento Aureo #JoJo's Bizarre Adventure #Jojo no Kimyou na Bouken #fem reader #fem s/o #jjba x reader #sfw #thank you ♥

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hi! i know this is coming out of no where but i just had to say thank you for writing "all the hues of blue" series! i've been reading it for the last couple of weeks and i finally caught up to the latest update. english is not my first language so im trying to write this the best that i can haha. also sorry for how long this is! i hope everything gets through.

i was a giant fan of 5sos back in 2013-2015 and thanks to quarantine and a good friend of mine who only now got into the boys, i got back to the fandom. i used to read lots of muke and cashton was always to side couple who had their shit together. for some reason now that i came back i decided to look more into cashton on ao3 and on the evening of yom kippur (where i was planning to fast) i came across your update and i saw it was a 3 part series that's over 300k as of right now, and let me tell you i was freaking out. i spent all the fast basically reading the first few chapters, consuming it without stopping. also that friend who got me back to 5sos? she gets to hear all about your amazing series. we literally spent hours talking about it because i just had to share how beautiful it is with someone, she is so invested in it without even having read it and she keeps asking me for updates!

ok so i wanna start with how your writing is one of a kind my friend, i feel myself so immersed in the story that im happy when they're happy, im crying when they're crying, im anxious when they're anxious (you get the deal)

this story hurts in the good way, the way it deals with grief is truly remarkable

i love how you write calum and ashton, as separate people and as a couple, a team. i love how even when everything developed between these two very fast it still felt so neutral for them ya know? i love how they address it and they know it may seem it's too quickly how they became this close, but for them it makes sense, it's their pace, fuck everyone else's thoughts.

another thing that i love is how all the friendships work, you got ashton and luke in which luke was there for ashton for so long, he didn't push him and he just has this understanding of what ashton needed. you got calum and michael who are best friends from childhood, basically brothers, and michael is seriously so funny. he's also such a support system for calum and takes care of him. and you got luke and cal, and ash and mikey, and michael and luke and i could just go on an on about every dynamic but this would never end lol.

one more thing is the family theme that is very strong in this fic. as much as i love romantic storylines, im always much more of a sucker for family storylines. the bond ashton and calum have with their siblings gotta be my favorite. and obviously their relationship with their parents hits hard. also loved seeing how they developed the relationship with the others family.

my thoughts are all over the place and i could basically discuss every scene you wrote but i don't know how to put it into words askjdlshg, SO JUST KNOW THAT I LOVE IT

so thank you for writing this, it means so much to me, definitely became in one of my top 3 favorite fics of all time. can't wait to read more from you ❤️

Hii!!! Just know that this message made my entire day, I can’t stop smiling 🥰🥰. I admit I also cried a little because you’re the sweetest person ever, and reading how much you’re enjoying All the Hues just makes me feel all warm and fuzzy, and knowing you feel with the characters just as I felt when writing it idk, it makes me really emotional. And idk, knowing this thing I put my time and heart into actually keeps anyone company even if it’s for a while, just means a lot to me 🙈🙈💙💙.

When I first started writing All the Hues I intended it to just be a little Christmas one-shot, I kid you not hahaha. And then it evolved into this giant thing, where everyone had a backstory. And it was really important for me not only writing about romance (even though I promise you I love it), but also about friendships and family. Love in general, in every form. And not any friendship is the same, because not every character is the same. One thing I’m somewhat proud of is that the only time anyone properly exchanges ‘I love you’s as such in the first fic is when Ashton opens up to Luke. And I really felt like that was important.

As for families and siblings, idk... I’ve read a lot of fics (probably in the 1000s) at this point in my life, I’m not even kidding hahahha, and I never really found any that had a sibling relationship that felt like the one my brother and I share, so I tried to base the ones on All the Hues off of that. Just happy to hear it didn’t come out as cringey as I thought it did hahhaha

Thank you, so, so much for taking the time to write this. I can’t say just how much I appreciate it. I truly, truly do. Thank you 💙 💙 💙

P.S.: never ever ever apologise about English not being your first language! You write it perfectly as far as I can tell! Also, English isn’t my first language either, and the fact that we’re both able to communicate through it so brilliantly just highlights how capable we are. We’re actually speaking a whole second language. That’s awesome! Love that for us ✨✨

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