#I've just been going through the motions of taking exams

[merakiui]

for the fwb asks, "you're enjoying this way too much." with trey please? I am. frothing at the mouth <33

<3 forgive me for being indulgent with this. I wanted to include food play as well,,, orz please enjoy the tasty treat that is Trey's dick. >:D

(fwb dialogues)

In hindsight it was dangerous to do this in the Heartslabyul kitchen where anyone could walk in at any moment. But it's late into the night, and Trey had been kind enough to sneak you in on account of owing you a favor. That's all your relationship really is, truly. Just transactions. Mutual give and take. You help him relieve some stress (because Queen knows managing Riddle is an undertaking in itself) and in return he offers to pay you in sweets (and bodily pleasures, but the former is far more tempting).

You'd been expecting one of his renowned strawberry tarts or a slice of cake, so you're stunned when his lips lift into that trademark scheming smirk. He holds up a can of whipped cream next. Having known Trey long enough to decipher his tastes, it doesn't take a genius to figure this one out.

"You're crazy," you breathe, eyes wide.

"Just risky," he corrects, pushing his glasses up, because everyone's mad here. Moonlight catches on the lenses, shimmering back at you in a foreboding glint.

"We can't do that in here. What if someone walks in?"

Trey procures his magic pen from his pocket, pressing it to his lips. "I won't tell if you won't."

Right. Doodle Suit. Convenient.

"All right then. Get on with it," you concede after a short internal debate. The rewards outweigh the risk in this case. Something tells you Trey would bail you out even if you get caught. Partially because he'd be just at fault.

Trey grins. "Would you like to do the honors?"

"Absolutely. Did you even have to ask?"

Snatching the can from his hands, you squirt some on your finger for a taste while he works to fish himself from his pants. He works himself slowly in one hand, peering down at you after you've lowered to your knees. This isn't the first time you and Trey have fooled around with food and it certainly won't be the last.

You make quick work decorating his erection, unable to tamp down the delighted giggle when it twitches in response to the cool cream.

"Eager," you comment, finishing off with a dollop to his tip. You set the can on the tiled floor and admire your handiwork with an approving nod. "Do we have any cherries? Ooh, what about sprinkles?"

Amusement flickers on his face. "I've been meaning to pick some up. We used the rest of them last time."

"Aw. This'll have to do for now then." You press your lips to the head of his cock, swirl your tongue over it, and draw away with a mouthful of whipped cream. "It's still just as good."

Trey inhales sharply, grabbing at the counter behind him to brace himself. "Mm, yeah," he mumbles, clearing his throat. "T-That'll do..."

Scooting closer on the ground, you place your hands on his thighs and lean in again to lick a languid stripe up the underside of his shaft, gathering cream as you go. The motions come easily; you've had his cock in your mouth more times than you've truly studied for any of Professor Crewel's alchemy exams, a bad habit Trey's working to correct. To think you could retain information better when he's blowing your back out... Isn't that something?

Breathing through his nose, he tamps down the slew of sinful groans and instead grips the counter with more force. He's purposely holding back, whether for the sake of keeping quiet or because it's the build-up that entices him. You're not sure which it is, but you're determined to break him tonight.

Licking your lips clean, you look up at him through your lashes to assess the lustful haze glazing his eyes. Whipped cream spots your cheek; you pay it no mind and lean in and wrap your lips around him once more. It's sweet. There's definitely an innuendo to be found there, and Trey seems to notice it right away. He throbs in your mouth, painfully hard.

"You're enjoying this way too much," you say around the mouthful.

Trey chuckles, feigning sheepishness. "It's that obvious, huh?"

You pull away to speak more clearly. "It's cute."

"Not the adjective I'd use, but if it fits..." He laughs, shaking his head. Your word choices always enthrall him. Once you called him a midnight snack, a callback to previous times spent wrapped around one another. He doesn't mind it. Not particularly.

His fingers card through your hair to hold you firmly in place. "Sorry in advance."

"You don't mean that," you tease, and both of you know it's true. He likes seeing you choke on his cock. It's exhilarating.

You don't mind it. Not particularly.

#twisted chit chat #n/sfw #luna-the-moth #meraki dialogues #I NEED HIM SO BADLY #up against the wall in the kitchen in a pool on the floor on the table on a sofa on a desk in the rose maze no protection all risk #so filthy and completely maddening and so sheet-gripping all night all day in the afternoon every position and angle nonstop #OTL no one does it quite like trey clover

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SAM COMING CLEAN TO READER THAT HE'S SELF MEDICATING/IS A JUNKIE. and being all sad and pathetic and scared she is gonna leave him! Stoooooooop i have a savior complex and also want him to cry fuck me

-exam girlie

i was JUST writing sam and dealer!reader, oh gosh. as you wish! <3 (had to add a line break bc it's kinda long, not proofread oops)

𖦹 drug mention, whiny crybaby sam, he is such a good boy and eager to please, angst, make up sex ig, reader is NAWT happy!

𖦹 accompanied by Great Big White World ⋆ Marilyn Manson

"just- hear me out, okay?" Sam asks, rubbing his arms up and down while he paces your living room. you lean back into the couch, "i'm listening." this was the first time you'd seen him in a week. he was hospitalized after taking a speedball with Corey and Josh.

"i... i've been- it's 'cause-" he groans in frustration, tangling his hands in his hair and tugging. you watch, letting him do his thing. "i just.." he once again trails off, then sniffles. his voice wavers too - was he crying? you'd never seen sam cry. not once. ever.

he comes over and plops down onto the couch, elbows resting on his knees. he was going through a withdrawal - his eyes were bloodshot, he was shaking uncontrollably, and he looked like he hadn't slept in eons.

"i know you're gonna be mad at me, okay? i already know!" he whines. you sigh. "Sam, just tell me, alright?" you were getting sick of him beating around the bush. he always did this shit - whines and stomps his feet and flaps his sweater paws and shifts his weight and shimmies around and pouts. and you ate it up every time. because he was your boyfriend. and it was adorable.

his hand comes up to fiddle with his labret. "i use..." he murmurs softly, and you can't do much but blink at him. you knew he smoked weed, but hard drugs? then you're filled with irritation.

"Corey and Josh did this, didn't they? put you up to this?" you stand, and cross your arms. Sam immediately follows suit, now looking down at you. "wait! wait, listen okay?! you gotta listen, please!" he takes a shaky breath. "i- you don't understand! please, listen- don't leave me, don't leave me, please."

you just stare up at him. "you lied to me, Sam." he huffs and stomps his foot like an angry bunny, squirming around. "i didn't!" "you did! you told me you weren't going to get into any trouble with them, Sam!"

the look in your eyes made him want to cry. you were pissed, and it was all his fault. everything was always all his fault, wasn't it?

"just forget it!" he yells, tears spilling down his cheeks. "you never listen to me! never! you're just like my parents!" and that really pissed you off. in a swift motion, you reach up and grip his face, making him look down at you. "i never listen to you, Sam? who's always been there for you, huh? who's always supported you? let you stay over when you run away from home, when you need someone to talk to because your parents don't want to be bothered? huh? but i don't listen? i don't care?"

oh he most definitely fucked up. you were completely right - he went to you for every damn thing. every minor inconvenience, and you always entertained him and helped with whatever it was. his shoelace was knotted? you got it undone for him. he wanted you to do his homework because he was busy getting high? you did it. and he had the nerve to imply you didn't give a fuck about him.

"wait!" Sam cries, wrapping his arms around you. "i didn't mean it, i didn't. i just feel like you're getting mad at me, and i hate when people are mad at me, 'cause i feel like i'm gonna get yelled at, and-" he stops his ramble and sniffles. "'m sorry."

and there goes all your resolve. he was so precious (and pathetic), you couldn't stay mad. if you were mad at anyone, it was his bitchass friends you would be having a talk with soon. you sigh softly and rub his back. "it's okay Sammy, i'm sorry for yelling."

he hiccups, and pulls away, wiping his snotty nose with his sleeve. "really?" he asks, and before you nod, he pouts. "you're lying!" you raise an eyebrow. what was he on about now? "you're just saying that to get me to shut up, aren't you?" here comes the waterworks. again.

and your resolve was back. "Sam-" "no! i'm so sick of you all! you never try and listen to how i feel!" you sigh and put your hands up in surrender. "fine." you don't want to argue. you turn to walk off, making Sam stop and look at you. "...babe?"

you begin walking, and he steps to you, tugging you back by your shirt collar. "babe! where are you going?!" with a roll of your eyes, you turn around and glare up at him. "to give you some fucking space, because you're pissing me off and i'm not in the mood to deal with you."

he'd never heard such harsh words from you before! you'd never told him off, you always coddled him!

"w-wait!" oh, he was stuttering now. how pathetic. "i can make it up to you! please! let me, please." he shifts around nervously, then cups your face and leans in, smashing his lips against yours. you reluctantly kiss back, but his desperation made him so aggressive that you had to hurry up to keep pace, his tears and snot getting onto your face.

"hmm, mmph," he pulls away, a string of saliva that connected your tongues snapping once he licks his lips. "lemme make it up to you," he once again wipes his snot away with his sleeve. "i can, i promise." when you just give him a look, he takes it as a yes and begins to frantically undress himself until he's just in his plaid boxers and socks and shoes. he guides you to the couch and pushes you down, tugging at your jeans as if he was running out of time. "gonna make it up to you, promise," he murmurs, pulling them (along with your panties) off you.

he takes himself out and spits down onto his hand, then rubs it over his cock. as soon as he pushes inside, he lets out a bitchy whine and nearly collapses on top of you. "wait, i got it, promise-" you noticed he always said that. he promised. you had yet to see him keep one, though.

Sam's eyes begin to well with tears again, his nose getting runny. "wai- wait wait wait," he exhales shakily then swallows. "i can do it..." he sniffles, his hips slowly moving forward until he bottoms out inside you. "hnn," he sniffles, warm tears falling onto your face.

he was dead set on pleasing you. he thrusts his hips against yours, tears continually falling onto you - your face, neck, and shirt, depending on where he was. "din' mean to make you upset," he murmurs, trying to focus on not cumming prematurely. "always- hhhuh- do that," his arms were shaking, he could barely hold himself up. "hate making you mad, y'know,"

finally losing his strength, he falls forward, his weight now pressing into you, drawing a huff from you. "oh god, Sam-" he lets out a low whine, nuzzling against your cheek, smearing tears onto your skin. "please don' be mad anymore babe, don't," you wince, trying to push him up by his shoulders to no avail. he was a heavy thing. "alright, i'm not," and him fucking you wasn't really making it up to you. he was just sobbing pathetically and using you as a goddamned tissue while he rutted his hips like a virgin.

he did cum prematurely, surprise surprise. he was so fucking pathetic it was laughable. but he was your pathetic laughable boy nonetheless. it took him an entire ten minutes to recover, all his weight on you as he laid on you with no care for crushing you. he was silent besides his panting, and you could do nothing except stroke his hair to hopefully coax him to sleep. you would have an actual productive conversation with him sometime soon, not able to handle another fit from Sam.

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#₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ bnuuy's drabbles! #bnuuy answers #exam girlie anon #anon! #asks! #sam monroe #sam monroe smut #he's so fucking pathetic #i hate josh booo

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SMAU | UNDERCOVER JYP-U

chapter thirty eight -> swings and roundabouts (written 2.5k words)

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The stress of exams was finally over. Classes were back to normal. You and Hyunjin couldn't be in a better place since the aftermath of the party. Everything seemed to be going swimmingly.

The only exception to this was the fact that you still didn't know who the evil mastermind behind the undercover JYP-U account was.

As much as you tried to push it out of your mind, it plagued your every thought. Who knew all these secrets about your friends? Why did they lie about Jeongin? How hadn't you been able to figure it out yet?

It was Jisung’s idea to get everybody together to discuss an action plan for figuring out the perpetrator and taking them down, which he had relayed to Chan. The first victim of the account was still as pissed off as everyone else, and although the repercussions for him hadn't been as severe as some others, he felt the exact same as you. You couldn't just sit back and let this account attempt to deface and destroy you all.

Chan had managed to snag a free room at the campus coffee shop, a secluded area, allowing you the privacy to talk about the subject without lingering people. You had to get away from the prying ears of your fellow university students. It was beyond time, you thought, for some action to finally happen against the account owner.

"So," Chan starts, student body president mode on. You sat to the left of Yuna and to the right of Hyunjin, listening to him intently. Everyone else in your friend group, bar Lia, was sat around too. "I've tried to trace the IP address - dead end. I've tried to contact the people who run the social media website and they've been useless."

"It's all dead ends," Jisung confirms solemnly. "Whoever it is knows what they're doing."

"So if we can't figure out who it is from a technological standpoint," Jeongin speaks up. "We're just gonna have to do it the old fashioned way."

You nod, shrugging your shoulders. "There's someone out there who knows all these secrets and we have no idea who they are. Doesn't that seem impossible?"

"Completely, but it's clearly possible," Minho sighs, giving you a half smile. "They knew about an injury I didn't speak a word of. Unless they got their binoculars out and watched me bandage up my leg through my window, I don't see how anyone could have figured that out."

Changbin snorts at that, quickly trying to compose himself. As much as Minho was trying to make the situation more light hearted, it was serious, and you weren't about to find out who was behind the account by cracking jokes.

"So let's just start naming people," Felix suggests, his eyebrows raised. "Go through anyone we suspect and cross them off the list if there's reason to."

There's a collective nod at that, everyone in agreement that this was the best way to go about things.

"What about Lia?" Jisung says, grabbing everyone's attention. He looks at everyone perplexed. "What? I'm serious, it could be her. We hardly know her."

Lia was the only person not in attendance at your meeting. You didn’t want her to bin off the extracurricular that gives her extra credit for her degree, so she’d given the meeting a miss. It might have been for the better anyway, since it was Jisung's first guess.

"Okay," Yuna sighs, her fingers pressing into her temples. "Let's think about this properly. Lia's a literal sweetheart, you really think she's behind this torturous account?"

"Sometimes people aren't what they seem," you shrug, a sad motion. You feel Hyunjin place a hand on your thigh and you smile up at him, glad to have the comfort. "And we've known her less time than anyone else at this school, so who knows what she could be capable of."

"That's true," Seungmin smiles at you sadly, looking as though it's paining him to talk about Lia like this. You knew the two of them were getting on well.

"But that's exactly the thing," Ryujin sighs exasperatedly. "We've known Lia for the shortest amount of time, but she's known us the same, so how would she ever know all these things about us?"

"That's true," Minho says, taking a sip of his hot chocolate. "Perhaps Yuna was drunk one night and let her secret slip without realising, and she found the old lyrics to Ji's song in class and whatever else; how would she ever know the details to my injury? Or about Seungmin's dad, which nobody else knew about? And why would she lie about Jeongin cheating?"

There's a couple seconds of silence as everyone takes in Minho's words, a nod of agreement running through your group. The silence continues when a worker comes into the room you're all in to clear some of the used mugs away, a clear indication that you did not want this conversation to get into the wrong hands.

"Unless Lia is just some psycho who wanted to wreak havoc, there's no real reason for her to want to spill these secrets," Jeongin says quietly once the worker leaves, putting it plainly, and you nod at him.

"And, I think we're all kind of forgetting something," Felix says almost sheepishly, as if he doesn't want to bring it up.

"What?" Ryujin asks without thinking twice, everyone's heads turning to Felix. You catch the way Changbin almost glares at Felix, and you realise he might not be as okay about their secret as you initially thought. Although Changbin and Ryujin had ended, it was still pretty fresh.

"Lia wasn't there that night, you know," Felix says with a cringe, desperately hoping everyone knows what he's talking about. You all do, easily, so you speak up to avoid tension as Felix attempts to hide in his baggy hoodie, letting his blonde hair fall in his face.

"That's true - Lia was sick in her room," you agree, remembering the night of the party. "She looked awful the whole two days beforehand, too, so unless she managed to somehow run to the frat and back whilst having a 39.5°c fever, I think we can start to cross her off our list."

"I can vouch," Yuna says, nodding her head with wide eyes. "She was so unwell, there was no way she could have known about that unless either of you two had told her."

"We didn't tell anyone," Ryujin mumbles, and you can tell she does not want to hang onto this topic of conversation long.

"So if we've concluded it can't be Lia, all that does is give us a whole lot of nothing since we still don't know who it actually is," Jisung groans, frowning. "This is a living nightmare."

"You can say that again," Minho yawns, checking the time on his phone. "At least we know who it's not."

"Hold on," Ryujin speaks up, a thoughtful look etching her features. "We're forgetting the one person who hates all of us."

All eyes turn to her as she tilts her head, staring back at everyone. "Yeji."

The thought had crossed your mind a million times. You'd basically kicked Yeji out your friendship group after all the drama she had caused, so who else would hate you enough to spread gossip about you all?

"I did think that," Yuna says, nodding her head at Ryujin. "But I don't really know anymore. Firstly, she's been almost MIA this whole semester."

"That's true," Jeongin nods, adding onto what Yuna was saying. "She attends classes and then heaps of study sessions and from what I've seen hardly goes out anymore."

"I don't think she's that spiteful," Chae says, and although you know she's trying to defend her, you can't help but agree. "Yeah, she could be a real bitch, but would she really waste her time on something like this?"

"Jeongin said the same thing to me before," you agree, watching the younger boy nod his head at you. "I've suspected her the most out of anyone, but I think at this point it's a stretch. Unless she did some serious digging, she wouldn’t know any of this shit about us. And, if she's as up to her ears in work as Jeongin says she is, how the hell would she have the time?"

Minho nods, sitting back in his chair lazily. "If I know Yeji, and unfortunately I do, she wouldn't bother her rats ass about getting 'revenge' on us. She has much more important things going on in her life."

"I agree with that," Hyunjin speaks up. "I know the way her family works. She'll have a lot of responsibilities that literally make it impossible for her to have the time to do this, and on top of her coursework? Doubt it."

You don't think twice about Hyunjin's comment, knowing that he probably knows how her family works because they're just as high up on the social hierarchy as his.

"Could it just be some random we go to school with?" Chae asks, deep in thought. "Someone who doesn't like the fact that our group is well liked?"

"I thought about that too," Changbin says. "But there's no intent. It would be genuinely psychotic for someone who hardly knows us to want to ruin our lives like this."

Jeongin looks around the room then. “Who hasn’t had a secret revealed about them?”

“Me, Hyunjin, Chae, Changbin, Chan, Lia…I think that’s it,” you respond, met with a chorus of nodding heads.

“Save from Lia, we’ve all been friends for years,” Chan speaks up. “And the secrets have impacted us all. If the person behind the account was someone at this table it wouldn’t make any sense whatsoever. Why would one of us want to attempt to destroy our own friendship group?”

“Exactly,” Seungmin chimes in, shooting you a grin. “It can’t be one of us.”

"This is bullshit," Jisung interrupts, rubbing at his eyes. "We've traced the IP address and it lead us to fucking nothing, we've contacted the website to shut down the account and they've done Jack, the uni can't do anything about it - how the hell are we supposed to figure out who this bastard is?"

That kind of leaves everyone stumped, because god if any of you knew. Nobody says anything for a while, just sitting in relative silence, until Chan speaks up.

"Look, we can't give up. This fucker has caused us all too many problems this semester for us to just forget what they've done. Nobody should be able to get away with spreading personal information like that with no consequences, and I'll be damned if I just sit back and let it happen," he says, and you swear it's the angriest you've ever seen him.

"You know what I'm thinking?" Jeongin says, inciting a bit of hope within you. "You know that school gossip page? What if they're behind it? They just put out that weird statement, but what if they’re just trying to cover their tracks now that things are getting serious?”

Everyone kind of looks at each other then, as it's something none of the rest of you had considered.

"I mean it would make sense, considering they're always spreading the drama after the account posts. Plus, we don't know who runs that account either, so if we find out whose behind the gossip account it could lead us closer to whose behind the JYP-U undercover account," Seungmin agrees.

"Knowing who it's not gives us a good start, we just need to keep looking for clues and narrowing it down," Chae adds on, trying to boost the groups morale as usual. "Why don't you guys trace the IP of the gossip account and see what you find and we can go from there?"

Jisung nods, looking towards Changbin and Chan. "We can get on that tomorrow, let you know what we find?"

The guys nod in response, and it makes you feel a little better knowing you at least had something to go off of.

Chan sighs after that, placing his hands on the table. "It's getting late, and we're all clearly exhausted. I say we go home, get some rest, keep doing our best to figure this out and reconvene when someone's got something. Hopefully the gossip account gets us somewhere."

There's a collective agreement that runs through the group, and it doesn't take long for you all to get your shit together and go your separate ways.

Hyunjin walks you home, hanging back so it's just the two of you. He intertwines his hand with yours easily.

"Do you realistically think we will figure out who this psycho is?" He asks, his hand enclasped with yours. You give his hand a squeeze in response.

"I think we will. It's only a matter of time before the truth comes out," you reply hopefully, walking up to your dorm building. He turns to you with a sinister look.

"It's not you, is it?"

You push his arm, laughing in response. "No it's not me, you idiot. And it's not you?"

"Never me," he replies, which makes you laugh even more. He pulls you in tight for a hug as he always does when you inevitable have to depart, kissing your forehead before pulling away. "Get some sleep, yeah? Big date tomorrow and all that."

"Yeah," you respond quietly, trying to take your time basking in his presence, excited about this surprise date he’d decided you were going on. "I wish you'd just tell me what we're doing, you know. I hate surprises."

"A master never reveals his secrets," he says cheekily, giving you a chaste kiss before turning on his heel, waving at you when you use your key card to open the main door to your dorm building. Once you get inside your dorm, the girls are silent for once, and you can imagine they've all crashed as soon as they hit their beds.

You can't help feeling dejected. The only good thing to come out of that whole conversation was that everyone was on the same page about who the account wasn't run by, yet nobody had a solid idea of who it was. You hoped something would come out of finding who was behind that gossip page, but you weren't sure. It seemed like opening Pandora's box; a task that was so impossible you didn't even know how to begin.

But you pushed those thoughts to the back of your mind once again, doing your best to focus on preparing for the date you were more than excited to go on.

and we’re finally getting somewhere with figuring out who it is!! I’m estimating 10-15 chapters left, but god knows because I didn’t think this SMAU would be over 30 chaps nor last a year ahhahah

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If you’re still taking requests (I’m sorry- I’ve sent you so many 😭) it would be cool to have a Peter fic where the reader stops eating from school stress. But then she gets a massive migraine because of it and Peter cares for her. Thank you for your writing <3

 Hey anon! thank you for the request! don’t worry about sending a lot of requests! I like hearing everyone’s promtps!

"Still studying, bub?"

Peter's voice startles you, tugging you out of the concentration bubble you'd previously been in and dumping you gently into reality.

You don't turn around, but you do nod, knowing that Peter won't mind too much. He knows how much studying for your upcoming exams means to you. 

"I've got three chapters to go. Eat without me if you're hungry?"

“Baby.”

Something about his tone makes you turn around.

Peter Parker looks worried. Lip caught between his teeth, hair messy as if he’s ran his hands through it one too many times. His eyes are pooling with concern and when he runs a tired hand over his face, your stomach fills with guilt.

He steps further into the room, avoiding the splayed out tapestry of flashcards and mind maps strewn across the floor as he goes. 

When he reaches your side, Peter crouches down in front of you with a tired smile. “You haven’t eaten all day. Sure you don’t want to take a break?” 

“I’m okay, Peter. I just gotta power through.” 

(You resist the urge to slump against him and let him carry you away from the desk. You know he will if you just say the word.)

“Sweetheart, you’re dead on your feet. Let me look after you?”

As if on cue, a low aching pain blooms in you head and you wince, dropping your pen and pressing your fingers against your temple hard. Peter shifts on the balls of his feet, eyebrows furrowed, reaching out like he wants to touch you but doesn’t know if he’ll make it better or worse.

“Headache?” his voice sinks to a low whisper.

There’s no point lying to him so you nod slightly and avoid his gaze.

“Oh, Y/N,” he strokes your cheek with his knuckles, your name a prayer on his lips. “You gotta take care of yourself, my love. You’re running yourself thin.”

There’s no reprimanding in his words. Only concern and the sweet domestic love he reserves just for you.

But because you’re stubborn, and always have been, you shake your head resolutely. Once, twice, doing your best to ignore the ache that burrows deep into your skull at the motion.

“I still need to finish studying.”

Peter’s tone is firm but gentle when he replies. “You need to eat something and drink some water too, lovely. Please.”

“I can’t, Peter. I have so much work to do.” 

Peter cocks his head at the slight edge that has entered your voice, but you carry on speaking. Unable to stop.

“I need to revise because I can’t fail these exams, Peter. I can’t- shit. I can’t afford to fail, but I will if I don’t keep studying,” your breathing quickens, breaths coming sharp and tear-logged. “I won’t be able to forgive myself if I don’t pass, I won’t-” 

Your voice cuts off with a choke and suddenly you’re crying and don’t know how to stop and the whole thing is making the pain in your head increase by the tenfold. Peter leans up instantly, gentle coos and murmured comforts falling from his lips as he places his large hand on the back of your head and pulls you forward into his shoulder.

You go willingly, tears swarming in your eyes as you make one last ditch attempt at snuffing out the pain by pushing your face into his soft sweatshirt 

“I’m so tired.” The tears that leak out of your eyes wet Peter’s sweatshirt, but he doesn’t seem to mind in the slightest. Cradles your head against the crook of his collarbone and hums to himself, slow and easy.

You’re dimly aware that he can’t be comfortable in this position.

You: curled over him, still half sat on the desk chair as his arms bear almost the entirety of your weight. Him: kneeling upwards, running warm hands through your hair and whispering the gentlest of reassurances.

When you tell him so, Peter just pulls you a little closer and breathes you in.

“I don’t mind. Not when it’s you.” 

You feel his lips ghost against your temple in a phantom kiss before he speaks again.

“How are you feelin’, baby? Any better?”

You wine dejectedly. “M’ head hurts,” 

“Oh, my poor girl.” his mouth isn’t too far away from your ears at all, but the sound of his voice doesn’t hurt in the slightest. “We’re gonna get some food into you and then you can sleep as long as you want. Okay?”

There’s a small part of you that wants to fight his decision, but before you can voice it, another wave of pain catches you by surprise.

You muffle a sob into Peter’s shoulder and he eases you down from your seat completely, pulling you off the chair and wholly into his warm arms.

“You’re okay, sweetheart. You’re okay.” His reassurances don’t stop. Not even when you hold your breath from the pounding in your head or when you exhale shakily as it dissipates temporarily. Peter Parker’s lips find your forehead and don’t leave for a long long time.

_

Later, he feeds you some left over broth as you lie on the sofa and he sits by your head. 

The pain is still there, present as ever. But now that you’re away from the blinding lamp lights at your desk, you find it more bearable. 

Peter frets anyway. 

“You sure you’re comfortable? I can move this pillow if you want?”

You decline politely and open your mouth for more broth. Peter obliges, filling his spoon with the warm liquid comfort and pushing it gently past your lips.

“There you go, love. You got it.”

Peter always gets sickeningly sweet when you’re ill, but you can never find it in yourself to mind much. When you finish the broth, he pushes the bowl and spoon onto the coffee table and squeezes you hand in his.

“Tomorrow, you and I are gonna have a long chat about academic pressure and pushing yourself too hard. Okay?”

You nod, chastened and Peter pulls your hand against his lips to press gentle kisses across your fingertips.

“Sleep for now, bub,” he says. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”

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[imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl]

The One I've Been Waiting For {Part 10 of 13}

Word count: 2.2 K

Summary: Billy Hargrove is just one of the many students you're supposed to help. The last thing you expect from your interaction is that he'll start flirtt with you... Much less that Billy would stir up feelings you'd rather keep hidden. Despite the mutual sentiments that soon enough start to grow, there are a lot of reasons for whatever it is to be left alone, and one of them is your age...

{Stranger Things Masterlist}

A/N: In this story, reader is 5 years older than Billy, who's 18.

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Love Confessions

 The sun makes you use your hand to protect your eyes as you step out of Liam's car. Tanya is especially happy today, excited to get a tan. She never thought Hawkins would have weather like this, and honestly, neither did you.

 “I hope this heat wave never leaves,” Liam says, smiling as the three of you enter the pool. “You know what? We should visit the lakes this weekend.”

 “Count me in.” You agree.

 “Double date. Me and Tany, you and Billy. What do you think?”

 Blushing, you roll your eyes. “Maybe. Guess you'll only know when we get there.”

 “Over there,” Tanya says and you follow her to an empty table.

 “We should've come sooner,” Liam complains and both you and Tanya roll your eyes. “What? Next time I'll come alone and you'll have to come by yourselves, ladies.”

 “Oh my God, Liam. What would we do without you to drive us around.” Her sarcastic tone makes you laugh.

 “You're so funny, Tany.” Liam snaps before looking around. “Is there someone famous visiting Hawkins? Because half the women here are looking over there.” He gestures at the other side of the pool.

 “Show time, ladies.” You hear a woman saying in a low voice somewhere to your right.

 Chuckling, you pinch your eyebrows together. But the confusion soon vanishes when you see exactly what they're talking about. Or better saying, who.

 Billy comes out of the locker looking like a movie star. All eyes are on him, and so are yours. It feels like he's walking in slow motion, or maybe it's just your brain that's halfway through a mental breakdown. You've seen him shirtless before, but this is different, you're not sure how.

 “(Y/N)? Are you in there?” Tanya snaps her fingers right on your face, and you look away from Billy, clearing your throat.

 “I'm here.” Taking a look around, at all the girls drooling over Billy, you feel your stomach burning with anger. Chewing on the inside of your cheek, do your best not to think about what they're thinking. “I'm not sure coming to this stupid pool was a good idea.” It comes out suddenly, in a bitter tone. “The lakes are way better.”

 “Uhh. Someone's jealous.” Liam chants and you turn at him, arms crossed. “If you're going to kill me, do it before next month's exam, please.”

 “Shut up, Liam.” You tell him, looking for anything in your bag that can distract you from the whole thing.

 “Hey, Princess.” Both the voice and the pet name make you raise your head, finding the center of all attention standing right before you. “You shouldn't have come,” Billy says as he walks around the table, coming closer to you. “How am I supposed to look over the pool with you here? You'll distract me.”

 “If it makes you feel better, you're distracting almost everyone here.” Tilting your head at the pool, you cross your arms. “Even the married women are thirsting over you.”

 “Jealous much?” He says, bending over to whisper in your ear.

 Biting your lip, you push him away, a hand on his chest. “Not in public.”

 “As you wish.” He smirks, nodding at your friends. “Need help applying sunscreen?”

 “I applied it at home.” With a smirk, you shrug your shoulders. “Now, go lifeguard. Go watch the pool.” You push him away, but Billy holds your arm, giggling.

 “Won't you let me go?”

 “Never.”

 You suddenly feel your friends' eyes on you, and when you give them a look, they're both staring. Clearing your throat, you turn to face Billy again. “Really, you should go. I don't want you to lose your job.”

 “Fine. But when the pool closes, don't go. Wait for me, alright?”

 “What for?”

 “Just don't go.” Pulling you closer, he places a kiss on your cheek.

 Blushing like a tomato, you bite your lip and nod, watching as he walks away to his post.

 “Look, I don't know about you ladies, but I'm going to swim a little.” Liam kisses Tanya and gives you a significant look before gesturing at Billy.

 Rolling your eyes, you sigh. “Let's join the girls playing volleyball, Tany.”

 “Let's go.”

 Before following her, you take the dress off, revealing the two-piece swimsuit, purple, pink, and black. As you walk along the pool, you shoot Billy a glance. He was already staring, so you give him a smirk and a wink.

 The rest of the day goes by slowly, with you and your friends enjoying an entire afternoon of not talking about college. But soon enough the sun is setting, and people start to leave. Tanya and Liam hang around until there's barely anyone here, and when they leave, you move your stuff to the table next to Billy's chair. Taking off his sunglasses, the man looks down at you.

 “You look absolutely beautiful, you know that right?” He says before jumping to the ground. “Been dying to tell you that.”

 “You're breathtaking yourself. When you came out of the locker all the women here were staring.”

 “You were jealous.” Billy pulls you closer, a hand around your waist.

 “Mind the public.” You tell him with a whisper.

 “The last person already left. And I told my fellow colleagues to leave earlier.”

 “Mmm.” Mumbling, you let him pull you to him until you're pressed against his chest. “So, will you tell me what this is about?”

 “We have the pool all to ourselves.” He starts walking, forcing you to move backward. “And no public to get in the way.”

 “Are you even allowed to do that?”

 “Who cares? I won't be here in Summer so they're welcome to fire me if they want.” That said, Billy moves suddenly, picking you up. “Better hold your breath, Princess.”

 And you only have time to do as he says before he jumps in the pool, pulling you down with him before you both move back to the surface. You're laughing when you're above the water, wrapping your arms around his neck. “You know what? I call this a special occasion.”

 Billy's lips break into a beautiful smile before he kisses you. It's wet at first, because of the water, but soon enough his taste overcomes everything. You want to kiss Billy all the damn time, and you have no idea why you don't.

 Oh, it's because you don't see the point of making out with someone you have nothing with.

 The thought makes you pull away, catching your breath.

 “Hey. What's wrong?” He caresses your cheek, making you look up at him again.

 “What are we?” You can't help but ask, wondering if this is a mistake. “You know what, never mind. I don't want to ruin the moment.”

 “What do you want us to be?” He says in a low voice, strong arms holding you close. “Because I made it clear what I want.”

 “I don't want to be just another fling.” Speaking low, you hope he can't see your blushing cheeks. “I want something real. Solid. Something that lasts.”

 “We have to talk then,” Billy states and you both start moving to the edge.

 Pinching your eyebrows together, you let Billy help you climb off. “If you look at my ass, Billy Hargrove, I swear to God-” And you push yourself up, looking down at him. “-I'll punch you in the face.”

 “Then you can't look either, baby.” He mutters as he comes out as well, a smirk on his face. “Come, let's sit.” Billy takes you to the table near his lifeguard chair, passing you a towel before taking one to himself.

 “What is it you want to talk about?”

 Billy sighs, and you sit side by side, bodies turned toward each other. “I'm going to California when school is over.”

 Nodding, you look down at your hands, keeping the towel from falling off your shoulders. “I know.” Your heart sinks, and you start mentally counting the days you'll still have him around. “Then what-”

 “I want you to come with me.”

 Raising your eyes at him, you freeze. “What?” You ask, but no sound comes out. “What do you mean by that, Billy?”

 “I mean I want you to come with me. Live with me.” He takes your hand, placing a kiss on your knuckles. “I can't picture myself going and leaving you behind but I can't picture myself staying...”

 “I don't want you to stay, not even because of me. This place isn't for you and you need to stay away from, well, your father. I just-”

 “You won't live with someone you're not in a relationship with, I know.” He smiles, bringing one hand to caress your chin. “Be my girlfriend, (Y/N).”

 Gasping, you bite your lip. This isn't about saying yes to being his girlfriend. It's about saying yes to moving to the other sound of the country. That's a lot. “We need a plan. And you need to be sure because if I move there with you and you dump me, I won't be mad, I'll be furious.”

 Billy laughs, shaking his head lightly. “I would never propose such a thing if I wasn't sure I wanted you with me.”

 “I'd have to transfer to a University there. And I'll have to start the process now so when I go it'll all be ready and we'll need a place to live and–”

 “Slow down, Princess.” He cuts you off with a smile, furrowing his eyebrows. “Actually, go on. Because all that means your answer is yes.”

 He got you there. You're making plans already, thinking about everything you'll need to do to go. Even before saying the word. “I guess...” You mutter, looking down at your hands again. “But there's a lot we have to go through before doing that.”

 “A friend of mine has a job for me. They pay enough to rent a small apartment. I have some savings as well and I plan on getting into college. But if you're coming I could wait until you graduate and-”

 “If we're doing this we have to plan it together.” You say, mind racing as you stand up, pacing around and leaving the towel behind. The sun is almost down, and the shadows are mixed with an orange, golden light. “California is a big city so that means a lot of job opportunities and I can pull up a part-time job. Actually, I can have some recommendation letters that would get me a nice job during college.”

 Billy comes after you, and you turn to look at him. “I don't wanna mess up your studying.”

 “I can do both. And we'd have a house to keep, we both will need jobs.”

 “God, it sounds like we're getting married,” Billy says, chuckling.

 “Oh, I...” Clearing your throat, you look away. That's not how you wanted to come out. “I'm just trying to think about how to make things work for both of us. You know overthinking is my thing and-”

 “We should just get married then.” He cuts in, and his words make you stop. Make your heart stop. And you think the entire planet stopped spinning as well.

 “Excuse me, what?” You nervously giggle, hands on your hips. “Are you serious? Because I don't like this kind of joke.”

 Billy smiles, taking your arms and pulling you close to him. “It's simple math.”

 “You suck at Math, Billy.”

 “First of all, ouch.” You giggle, surrendering to his embrace, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Second, I want this. I wanna go to Cali with you, live with you, and that, Princess, it's a freaking marriage. So I don't see why we shouldn't just do it.”

 “You're not supposed to get married just because it makes sense. It's supposed to be a commitment between two people who are in love.”

 “Well, Princess. I fell for you some time ago... So now I just need to know if you feel the same way.”

 Biting your lip, you sigh. “I love you.” It comes out suddenly because you need him to know. Billy makes you feel safe and comfortable and loved. And God, you want to make him feel loved. Show him the amazing man he is, that he's nothing like his father. You want to stand by him, always. “I tried to fight it. Tried to give you all the reasons why this couldn't happen, but here we are.” Pecking his lips, you give a little jump, wrapping your legs around his waist. Billy is quick to hold you up, both hands grabbing your thighs. “And I was dying to kiss you again.”

 “Well, now you can kiss me all the time.”

 “Wait up, wait up.” You put a finger over his lips when he tries to kiss you. “If this whole thing happens, we'll need to tell my parents.”

 “And how do we do that?” He bounces you up to have a better grip.

 “They're coming next weekend.”

 “They're coming all the way here? Why?”

 “Mmm... Because it's my birthday next Saturday.”

 “Why didn't you tell me?!” He asks, making his way to the pool again. “I'll need time to get you the perfect gift.”

 “Billy, I'll be turning-” You're cut short when Billy jumps into the pool.

 You're both laughing when you go back up. “You're turning 24, I know, Princess.”

 “Mhmm.”

 “Now, we can either talk about this dammed age gap or I can kiss you...”

 “I rather you kiss me...” That makes him smile, and Billy bites your lower lip softly before capturing your lips in a passionate kiss.

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[just-my-type-x]

I want to write something with Brad these upcoming days because i miss writing and also i miss him, so if u have any ideas, drop them in my inbox (would love some smut too)

I would love to combine the ideas for an imagine// you work for the vamps and the reader and Brad start to notice they’re falling for each other

Most Feels Aren't Temporary

Based on these requests and on the songs Temporary by 6lack and Right Now by The Vamps

It's not an unknown fact for the Vamps team that Brad and I dated in my high school years. Even tho his career was taking off at that moment, we knew how to manage our relationship and we knew how to make the most of it. We decided to end our relationship in my first year of uni, when i was 19, the lack of interaction being too much for both of us. No more birthday show ups, no more show ups in important moments of each other's lives. He missed my graduation, i missed their biggest festival they played because of exams. It's safe to say we knew we were the right people at the wrong time, which broke both of our hearts to admit, but it was for the better.

But in life there are no coincidences. After i finished college, i met with the impediment of not knowing what path to take in life, i had no idea what job i wanted, i had no idea what was right for me anymore. I kept talking to Kirstie even after Brad and I parter ways, thing that helped me keep in touch with the band also and i couldn't be happier to see that we worked on our misunderstandings. Later the same year i finished college, Joe offered me a job as a PR assistant, as he didn't want to make the job public and he knew i could handle the boys in the best way.

It's been 5 years and I've upgraded from assistant to manager, but I'm glad i don't get crashed by the boys doing stupid stuff that goes out to the fans. Well maybe once or twice a month, but nothing outrageous.

"Hey", Brad smiles at me as he enters my office

"Hey", i lay back on my desk chair and look at his sleepy face

"Did you sleep in here last night?", he laughs as he checks the clock on my desk. It's barely 8 in the morning

"No, smart pants, i got in here earlier because i needed to get a report done for Joe. I can't work on reports on the road because i get sick", i close my laptop and pick up my documents, Brad helping with placing the chair close to my desk

"I know", he offers me a quick smile before yawning. "I didn't know why i couldn't pick you up from your home. When Joe told me you're here, i almost told him to give you days off just because", he motions to his head and mimics and explosion. I laugh at his words and i push the exit door with my shoulder.

"You didn't have to pick me up, i could drive myself to the airport.", i sigh when i drop everything in the backseat of the car, almost bumping into Brad as he comes by my side to help me with my stuff.

"No, put it like this please, at the first sudden break, this goes to shit", he rambles as he keeps repositioning my laptop and my bag in a way to keep them in place.

"But if you put them like this, if you hit the breaks all of a sudden, by backpack is going to get the laptop to shit", i roll my eyes as i reposition my things as well, but Brad's hands take mine away. It's the first time i realise how close we are, our shoulders and arms touching each other, our faces mere centimeters apart. His hands hold mine for a little while, as we take in each other's features. His dark chocolate eyes trace my face, piercing through my own and making me hold my breath. I watch his mouth slightly smiling, causing me to blush and smile back. His pink lips make me reminisce on the old days, a quick memory of us on a date coming to my mind.

We were on the rooftop of a skyscraper right outside of London, where the light pollution isn't as big as in other parts of the city. We were cuddled up, I was resting my head on his chest, while his arms were wrapped around me. As the night went on, the meteor shower we were waiting for finally took place. Tired and pretty cold, we both got up and watched millions of rocks light up small portions of the sky. I wasn't paying attention to Brad at all anymore, but he cupped my face and kissed me hard, like I'd runaway if he backed away. The kiss grew to be a passionate one, leaving us breathless and needy for more.

"I want this kind of show when i propose to you", he said, surprised by his own words

"What if it takes another 50 years?", i laugh, never looking away from his eyes, that were more sparkling than any falling star or meteor shower.

"That, i did not think through. Are they so rare?", we both bursted out laughing and continued to watch the sky light up every now and then.

His smirk grows wider as my stare is still on his lips.

"Thinking about something naughty?", Brad tries to joke, but he clears his throat right after. I just nod and take my hands away.

I take a deep breath, careful not to show any more emotion than the one i definitely did. "If i tell you what i was thinking about, you wouldn't be able to drive straight", i wink at him and take a seat in the passenger seat.

"Uh", he stops in his tracks and can't say anything else, so he just shakes his head laughing and getting behind the wheel.

The drive to the airport is silent and i can't ignore the past few months of me working with The Vamps, especially with Brad. 5 years ago, when i started, it was so easy to be around him, but i also blame it on the fact that i was so focused on my job and pleasing everyone, that i was basically unapproachable. Joe took me to the side and told me that I'm slowly becoming an workaholic and that i should also take some free time, have fun with the band while I'm at it.

I slowly grew out of my fear of Brad and i not getting along, but he was the one to actually show and help me that our past will not define our friendship then or in the foreseeable future. However, the past few weeks had been different. When i get to the studio with the boys, I'm welcomed by a cup of my favourite coffee and a curly head that's all smiley and in a good mood, only to miss out on a few days of accompanying them and Tris, James or Con to say how Brad was a menace because he didn't agree on anything with them. Being the overthinker that i am, i started to ask myself why he would act like that, only because I'm not there.

Slowly, Brad's gestures towards me made the usual butterflies that i feel in the pit of my stomach every time i see him go even wilder, which wasn't exactly what i wanted. If it didn't work out the first time, it doesn't work the second time either, right?

"Ready for Norway?", James asks as he pulls me in a hug.

"I'm always ready for travelling", i smile as wide as possible, my excitement making everyone laugh. "And i love Norway a lot, i missed visiting it", i look towards Brad who winks at me.

"Oh, you've been there before?", Kirstie's excited tone of voice leaves a bittersweet taste in my soul as i can't match her excitement on this one.

"We went there for our 3 year anniversary. After our european tour.", Brad answers before i get the chance and i look down at my Nikes

"As you can see it's been ages since my last visit so I'm definitely looking forward to getting there", i try to make light of the situation, an unsettling feeling fixing in my chest. Why am i affected by something that happened 8 years prior to this moment? Wasn't i ok with the situation?

***

The cold air hits us as we get out of the airport. Strong wind almost lifts us off the ground as we're trying to find our 2 cars to get us to the small cottage we rented.

"This is definitely not how i remember it", i say as i grab onto the hood on my head for dear life. I earn a few laughs from Tristan and Kirstie and i almost trip over my own luggage when the wind pushes it my way.

After a 40 minute drive, we get to our cottage and unpack for the week. Festivals and vacations are an amazing deal,especially when you actually love the people you work with.

As I'm also taking the wheel and replace both Joe and Evie, i talk through with The Vamps the plans for the festival, the hour when they'll start playing and additional meetings i worked on with the Norwegian press.

"Sounds lovely, great job", Con congratulates me and we fist bump as i put the paper with the information aside. "Anyone hungry?", i ask as i check the time to see it's close to 5PM. We all get to cooking, each of us having a certain assignment. As i run out of things to do for the first course, i end up deciding to bake cupcakes so i wouldn't just stare at everyone else doing something.

"Can you make my faves?", Brad's voice comes from behind me, one of his hands resting on my hip as i measure the flour. I feel my heart drop to the floor at his request, but nod and give him a smile. He rushes to the fridge to give me 2 bananas and a bowl of strawberries and i put them away for later.

As we're waiting for the cupcakes to bake, we end up finishing our food and we starts playing games.

"Ok ok, my turn", Tris almost yells to be heard through the wave of laughter. "I once left the store without paying for my stuff. I broke into my neighbour's property to get my ball from their yard. One of my ex's dad almost beat me up because he caught me with his daughter"

"Ohhh this is tough!", Kirstie hits the table lightly with her palms. "I honestly believe they're all true"

"Everything he said can be done by him", i agree with her and Tris rolls his eyes at us.

"Well thank you", he sarcastically says and we laugh at him

"We've known him for a lifetime and i still have second thoughts on this", James rubs his chin.

"Ok, i got it i got it", i say and look Tris in the eyes. "You got beat up, BECAUSE", i put a lot of emphasis on the word because everyone gets loud and laughs. "If you were dating her at that point in life where you were stealing from damn shops, her dad found out and grounded her. So i could only see you climbing up through her window like a lil Romeo and Juliet type of moment", i take a moment to let everyone calm down from my little story and i carry on. "AND, the next day when you were mad you got beat up by her dad, you went out to play football and your ball ended up on your neighbour's property. So all of them are true, you cheated Tris! You needed a lie", i pinch him slightly as he throws his head back laughing.

"What? They're true?", Brad laughs as Tris nods at the chaotic stories.

"But I'm not done because if all of those are true, I'm gonna say that the neighbour you trespassed into the garden was your girlfriend. And you snuck in there because if you would've knocked on the door or called, you'd get jn trouble again.", i finish my story and take a sip of my beer

"I hate you", he jokes as he throws a napkin in my face. I get interrupted by the oven bipping. I go over to the kitchen to get the cupcakes out. I feel Brad's gaze linger as i disappear behind the wall.

"Don't you have a picture or something to stare at? You're getting creepy", Con jokes and Brad flips him off.

"Shut up", a light pink creeps on his cheekbones.

"What's up with you lately?"

"What do you mean?", Brad shifts in his chair

"The sudden urges to follow y/n around, the request of her to make the cupcakes your favourite kind and i saw your hand on her hip.", Con eats a chip.

"And don't forget about his behaviour when she's not around. All moody and shit", James pops a grape in his mouth.

Brad sighs and shakes his head, looking at nothing on the table. "I'm fucked, that's what's going on. I feel like i messed everything up years ago when we broke up. I know i could've done better and could've saved our relationship but i didn't, because i was selfish at some point. I was too tired and i lied to her that i can't make it to her graduation because we were in another city. Initially, i wanted to surprise her and i didn't tell her we're gonna get back earlier. But when we actually did, i couldn't find the will in me to get up early again and leave. She shrugged everything off and didn't mind that i wasn't there, i think she lied, but it made me feel better. Then our schedule didn't match at all but i never told her to come with us at different shows. She offered to take online classes for a semester, i told her not to bother. She found out about these things after we broke up, it's safe to say she didn't speak to me a while.", he scoffs as he continues, everyone listening closely." And we're getting just fine now but i see the smile on her face every time she shows up to work and i know it's because we all maks her happy because she's here with her friends, but i can't say I'm not selfish, again, and i don't wish for that smile to be, at least once, just for me, because she feels the same as i do about her. "

"And what exactly do you feel?", James raises an eyebrow, almost a mischievous smile creeping in.

"I want her back. I want to try again with her, this is what second chances are for, right? To make things better and to prove that I'll turn the wrongs into rights. Even in her college years, it was so hard to see her hanging out with all these people, but i pushed whatever feeling away because i couldn't take her back and treat her the same way as before. To make things worse, lately i get all these flashbacks from when we were together and if i don't act soon, the memories will end up wrecking me.", he taps nervously on the table as everyone's silent after his confession.

"Ok, they're ready and delicious, but they're hot so be careful. Especially you, Tris.", i say as i come back with two plates full of cupcakes.

"What's that supposed to mean?", a fake hurt squeal comes from him

"Because you want to devour whatever is in front of you", we laugh and he agrees.

"I would've had a very naughty answer for you but i can't do this to someone at the table", he laughs and looks at Brad, who's nervously rubbing his chin.

"Oh by all means, i wanna know what you're capable of. Alice asked me about you, i wanna see if you're worthy of her time", i rest one hand on my hip and watch his eyes sparkle with interest.

"I would've said that if i wanted to devour everything that's in front of me, my dessert would've been you, not the cupcakes", be shoots me an innocent smile as i laugh and blush at his statement. We all laugh and i take a seat back next to Connor.

"You're a dead man", Brad says smiling and we giggle a little more before digging into our sweets.

***

Hours later I'm left alone with Brad in the big living room. I stretch myself when i get up off the couch and i yawn.

"No, don't go", Brad whispers as sleepy as me, as he grabs my hand and pulls me in front of him, looking up in my eyes.

"It's late, Bradley, let's go to sleep", i offer to pull him off the couch but he stays put. Instead, he pulls a bit more by my arms and i end up sitting on his lap, my legs on his side, as my hand are glued to his chest. I take in his scent and i close my eyes to take in the moment and the feeling of him.

"Can i sleep with you? Please? It's been so long since", he brushes his nose on mine and i hold my breath because of how intimate this moment is. "I miss you. And this", he puts a hand over my hands, "isn't enough for me. I miss your touches that are more than just mistakes because we want to grab the same thing, i miss your smiles that are just for me, not for everyone else in the room", he stops, cupping my cheek with his hand, making me look into his eyes. His thumb brushes over my lips, lingering on the bottom one and tracing its shape slowly. "And these lips, y/n you don't understand how desperate I am without them"

With no mind of my own, i press my lips on his, taking him by surprise, almost pulling away at my sudden action. He kisses me back, holding me by the back of my neck, while one of hands runs through his curls. He traces my lip with his tongue and i part my lips to let his tongue slide in. We bite on our lips, suck and taste each other and he helps me change positions to straddle him, his hands not going lower than the small of my back, earning a soft, annoyed moan. He chuckles at my reaction and pulls away. He kisses me one more time and i climb down from him. Confused, he raises a brow.

"Bradley, this won't work."

"It will, because I'm 100% ready to start again with you. The break up was mostly my fault, but i can assure you that my feelings for you weren't temporary. And I'm sure i wasn't supposed to feel this way in case my feelings were long gone", he confesses and i rub my forehead

"What are you feeling?"

"Love. I feel like i love you still, like we never broke up and like we are mature enough to face the reality. I never got over you and i don't know if it's because you work for us, but I'm sure i wouldn't had been able to move on from you ever. Give me one more chance to prove to you how much you mean to me. We don't have to do everything right just yet, but we're right now, in this moment and if i lose you, I'm afraid I'll never get you back. I can't let you slip away. ", his handa cup my face again and i cup his, brushing by thumbs over his cheekbones.

"Ok, and i promise to always be by your side ans support you more than i ever did in the past. I know i also did some wrong things, which i will always regret. I know you're right for me and as most people are temporary, i know we're not temporary for each other. ", i close the gap between us, as my lips glue to his, the familiar feeling of the shape of his mouth seems to have never disappeared in the first place.

#brad simpson smut #bradley will simpson #brad simpson imagine #bradley simpson #brad simpson #bradsimpson #bradley simpson imagine #the vamps #the vamps imagine #celebrity imagines

[yungchaeng]

can i request #3 fluff prompt with nayeon? and i don't think i've said it but i seriously love your writing!

Smile (Twice: Nayeon)

genre: fluff - word count: 1025

As studious as you were, not even the toughest exams could get you to frequent the library as much as you did lately…but she could.

Maybe it was the furrow of her brow every time she eagerly turned a page of a book she was reading. Or perhaps you were enticed by the way she almost crawled into the book at what seemed like particularly exciting parts, and she’d adjust the specs she wore with a swift motion of her finger whenever it nearly fell down her nose.

Whatever it was, it made you hope she’d walk through the door every time you were at the library. It kept your mind clouded with thoughts of her when you tried to concentrate and made you long for just a second longer whenever she’d leave. You were so struck by her.

Today, she walked in in the morning time - earlier than usual, a pleasant surprise. She wore a simple crop top paired with some sweats, but with the way she way you were eyeing her she might as well have walked in wearing the most impressive outfit at a fashion show. You almost couldn’t keep your eyes off of her.

She walked past you over to her usual seat on the other side of the library with a new book firmly pressed to her side. Briefly, your eyes met hers and you panicked, immediately burying your head back into your book as you slapped yourself across the face mentally.

How awkward. Way to go.

It took some courage to look her way again. She seemed to have long forgotten about your little interaction as she was already staring intently into the book that captivated her almost as much as you were captivated by her.

“Hi.”

You looked up at the person suddenly standing over you and were met with one of the teens working at the library. You recognized him from the many times you saw him stacking away books and he had even helped you find some textbooks once or twice, but never had you had casual conversation.

“Uhm…hi?” you half-asked.

“Okay, I’ll get right to the point.” He huffed. “Me and some co-workers have this bet about how long it would take you to go talk to her….and I’m kinda losing.”

You gave the boy a horrified look. Although you wanted to play dumb and ask what exactly he was talking about, you knew you’d been found out. You’d been staring at this mystery girl for way too long and you just got called out for it by a bunch of kids. What does one even say in this situation?

“So how about I give you a free coffee if you just up and talk to her?” he asked, or rather pleaded. “Please?” His determination truly made you wonder how much money this bet was truly for (and if you could get a cut of it).

However, you took this as your sign that the time was now or never. With some expert negotiation, you managed to get two free coffees from the deal. One for you, one for her.

Then, after a small peptalk from teen-aged cupid, you huffed and made your way over to the girl you’d been infatuated with for weeks. What could go wrong? Worst case scenario, you’d have two free coffees and could stay up for hours, caffeinated and replaying where it all went wrong.

Oh gosh, it was too late turn back now.

When you got to her, you tried to ignore your heart beating quicker. You were more nervous than you’d ever been in your entire life, but you tried wishing that feeling away. You shot one more glance at the librarian and he gave you a thumbs up along with an order to smile. He was most likely right, the nervous look on your face was probably not a sight to see.

“Hi.” You awkwardly coughed, but she didn’t hear you. Panicked, you looked over at the boy again, but his head was already buried in his hands as he slowly shook it from side to side.

Okay, you were on your own.

“Hey, there.” You tried again, louder this time.

Thankfully, this did catch her attention. She looked up with a questioning look and closed her book. “Hi?”

You fumbled a bit over your words when she looked at you. “I, uh…you’re probably busy, but I- uhm, I’ve seen you around and kind of wanted to get to know you…do you like coffee?” you asked, and offered her one of the coffee cups in your hands.

“I’m actually more of a tea girl…” she grimaced.

“Oh.” you raised your eyebrows, already slowly backing away and sighing at the silent rejection. “My bad, sorry-“

“Relax. I was kidding.” The girl snickered and patted the spot next to her. “I like coffee, come sit.”

“Oh, thank god.” You quickly spoke as you let out a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding. Without hesitation, you sat next to her and let out a deep sigh of relief.

“You’re funny.” She spoke. “I like you.”

And then she smiled at you. Brightly, from ear to ear. For the first time, you saw an expression other than concentration and her usual intense focus on whatever she was reading. So, you marvelled at her cute gummy smile, displaying her bunny teeth and the full extent of her adorable cheeks – and you took a second to appreciate the sight, a smile of your own having found your lips as well.

You often thought she couldn’t get any more enthralling but were very glad that she had proved you wrong about this.  

“What?” she asked when you stared, that smile still dawned on her pretty face.

“Nothing.” you chuckled and adored her. “It’s just, that’s the first time I’ve ever seen you smile…and you’re really beautiful.”

When she shyly laughed, you bit down your lip, trying to stop yourself from smiling too hard. If you weren’t smitten before, you most definitely were now and, in that moment, you vowed to yourself to make her smile for as long as she’d let you.

#this prompt with nayeon is the cutest thing #she has the most adorable smile out there #so mesmerizing #thank you for the request! #twice #nayeon #twice x reader #nayeon x reader #twice x fem reader #nayeon x fem reader #twice fluff #nayeon fluff #fun fact: before i started typing this out i reaaally wanted to keep it under 300 words.....well #happilychaengs

[vivitalks]

[read on ao3]

"You okay?"

Lydia has her elbows on her knees. Sitting in the waiting room of Deaton's clinic, her blue dress paradoxically bright against the bland color palette of the room, she's a contradiction unto herself. She looks tired and shaken. She looks glad to be alive. She looks unprepared to believe that being alive is going to last.

"I've been worse," is how she answers him. Then, "I've also been better."

Stiles takes the empty seat beside her.

"Feels like we're always hovering in the middle there," he offers.

Lydia nods. "Ethan and Aiden are going to be okay."

"Thank God," Stiles deadpans. "I would have been heartbroken to lose them.”

Lydia gently shoves him. "They did the right thing in the end. They're not that bad."

Stiles only hums, drumming on his knee with restless fingers. A deafening silence crowds them in. Stiles reflects on the events of the last twenty-four hours and finds them alarming when compressed into such a small time frame.

"What's on your mind?" he dares to ask, after the quiet is almost insurmountably heavy. If Deaton is still in the exam room with the twins, they're being very quiet. Suspiciously so. Something for Stiles to check on, once he's done checking on Lydia.

Lydia who is smoothing out her dress with a persistence that could be called obsessive. Every motion creates a new wrinkle, and every time, Lydia flattens it under her thumb.

"Oh, you know." Her tone is light, but her twisting fingers betray just how uneasy she is. "Thinking about how the last time I was sitting in this waiting room, you were dead for sixteen hours."

Stiles takes that one to the solar plexus, though he's not sure how else it could be taken.

"I wasn't…really dead. It was more like a long sleep. A long, icy sleep."

"You stopped breathing." Lydia stares lasers into her knees. "You didn't have a heartbeat. Deaton kept saying it was okay, that this was normal, that if something was really wrong we would know, but he was lying, I could tell. He wouldn't let us near you guys — he said he didn't want us interfering with the process." A fist forms in her lap, creasing the folds of her dress. "Sixteen hours. I didn't eat, I didn't sleep. I just sat here. Waiting. Hoping Deaton wasn't full of shit."

"And he wasn't," Stiles says, morbidly upbeat. "We came back!"

"You don't get it," Lydia says, sounding angry and scared and deeply wounded all at the same time.

Stiles frowns. If she would just look at him, maybe he could read her expression, but he can't tell what she's thinking from the set of her shoulders. "So help me get it."

Lydia breathes out, out, out, expelling air like it's a toxic gas.

"Humans have a reflex," she says in a small voice, staring through her palms. "It prevents them from drowning until the last possible second. The survival instinct is so powerful that it overpowers the breathing instinct, even when holding your breath becomes excruciatingly painful. It's called—”

"Voluntary apnea," Stiles says dumbly.

Lydia looks up at him and nods once. Her green eyes latch onto his.

"You told me once that death happens to the people around you," she says, biting her lip. "I can't imagine how it must have felt to be in that ice bath…but can you imagine how it felt to be the one holding you down?"

Stiles is too dumbstruck to answer.

"I killed you. I did that. It doesn't matter that it was temporary. I didn't know that, we didn't know that for sure. I held you in that water until you died, Stiles." Her hands tremble. "You were dead for sixteen hours because of me. I was a murderer. For sixteen hours."

"Whoa whoa whoa, hey," Stiles says. His 'Protect Lydia Martin' instinct is back online and the alarm is blaring. He grabs her hands in both of his, keeping them still and warm.

"Okay, first of all, you didn't murder me. It was consensual drowning! If anything it was more like assisted suicide." Lydia glares. "Not helping. Right. Sorry. Um, but secondly, and— and way more importantly, Lydia, yeah, maybe you temporarily killed me, but you also— you brought me back to life." 

She’s unmoved, he can tell, so he shakes her gently. "Yeah. You did that. Look, anyone can kill me. I'm not even six feet of fragile bones and zero muscle mass, and my best friend's a freakin' werewolf, okay, killing me is not impressive. Bringing me back? That takes something else. Something special, and only someone who—" He tries not to stammer but his tongue sabotages him, "who cares about me enough to bring me back to life could do that, and honestly, those are in short supply, so yeah. Maybe you were a temporary murderer, but you were also a savior. My savior." He smiles weakly. "And I wouldn't have it any other way."

Lydia holds his gaze. She holds his hands, too — not passively but decisively, clutching them like a lifeline, like she's the one who's drowning. Reflecting once again on the past twenty-four hours, it occurs to Stiles that he is not the only person for whom that stretch of time has been alarming.

"That's certainly a nicer way of looking at it," she yields softly. Then she shakes her head. "But it doesn't change the fact that in order to save you, I had to kill you." Now she weaponizes that arresting stare, seaglass green pinning him to his seat. "I'm never doing that again, you understand? I can't."

"I wouldn't ask you to."

"You don't know what it was like," she murmurs — seemingly talking to herself now, more than him, anyway. "Watching you. And I couldn't do anything. I couldn't do anything but sit there."

Something niggles Stiles's brain, that feeling he gets when a few different threads braid themselves into a discernible pattern. The emotional tether. Lydia's remorse. Sixteen hours of sitting and waiting.

"Sitting there was exactly what you were supposed to do," he realizes, also half to himself. It gets her attention anyway; she frowns at his conclusion. Stiles goes on: "An emotional tether, Deaton said, someone to bring us back, I didn't really get it, how that could work, but you just said it. You all just sat there. For sixteen hours. You waited. You stayed, so I had someone to come back to. The way only a tether could do. Think about it, right? If a fisherman casts a line and then walks away from the fishing pole, it doesn't matter whether he hooks a fish because no one is there to reel it in."

"Are you comparing yourself to a fish?"

"We were underwater, I was thinking about water, it was the first metaphor that came to mind, give me a break,” Stiles says defensively. "My point is, sixteen hours is a long time. Long enough to get bored, to lose faith, to give up and walk away and pronounce us dead. But you guys didn't. You didn't."

"Deaton said—”

"You just told me you thought Deaton was full of shit. But you stayed anyway, right?" Stiles presses, looking Lydia in the eye. "You had a feeling. Or maybe you just believed. Whatever it was, you stayed. That's how you brought me back. You thought you weren't doing anything, but you were doing the most important thing." He squeezes her hands. "You were waiting for me."

#lydia martin #stiles stilinski #stydia #stydia fic #teen wolf #teen wolf fic #fic #my fic #tw #tw fic #this fic contains spoilers for season 3a of teen wolf in case any newcomers happen upon it #boy i am a one trick pony and the trick is writing season 3 stydia fic huh #look. you fuck around with me and you sure as hell find out #and what you find out is that mentally i am still in season 3 with the specific stydia dynamic created therein #and i have not left and i will never leave #maybe i cant change the past but i sure as hell can live in it forever #so anyway i really gotta go the fuck to sleep cuz it is a whole entire 1am #and i have like. stuff tomorrow i think. like i gotta pack and stuff. which won't take long god willing #but does still need to happen #stuff

[theneurodivergentdummy]

THE MORROW SIBLINGS

Hxh x sibling reader

(Based on the anime not the manga)

Chapter 1

(Chapter 2)

(A/n sorry I haven't posted in a while, I sick right now so it might take me a while to get things done! My ask box is open for requests.)

The storm raged on outside your hotel room window, lulling you farther into a restless fatigue. You wanted so badly to go back to sleep, and let the torrent be but a sweet lullaby in your ears. But you couldn't, you had to meet your brother in...

You checked the clock on the pale wall across from you, the rain splattered window casting amusing shadows on the creme colored wall.

In... an hour. You sighed. What a way to ruin a beautiful morning. You sat up, the comfy duvet rustling underneath you. It was so placidly tempting to ignore your responsibility and go back to bed, so, so tempting. Letting your bare feet hit the chilled wood floor, you walked over to your pack. You needed some decent clothes for today...and a coat, or at least a rain jacket.

Your stomache let out a frustrated gurgle. You were hungry. You hoped you two would end up meeting at a food place so you could satisfy your hunger before taking the hunter exam.

Just before you were about to begin pulling off your pajama shirt you heard a firm knock at the door.

"(Y/n)? Are you decent?" An airy feminine voice called from the other side. You recognized that voice as your guide Freiga. You had met him yesterday when the pre-qualification trials led you to his hair and nail salon. He was a soft spoken fasion designer with impeccable taste in fasion, and in character.

The only reason you passed his test is because you agreed to let him give you 12 makeovers in a single day. You were the only one out of five that let him dress you up like a doll. You didn't mind, and in the process you became decently acquainted with your friendly guide.

"I'm decent. You can come in." You replied.

Freiga opened the door, and immediately coo'd at your tired appearence. His black curly hair framing his angular face neatly. He was wearing a baby blue top with plentiful pockets. It really made his lean muscular body show through the tight fabric. His pants were a nice pair of black slacks with glossy black four inch heels. "Oh dear! I didn't wake you did i?" He asked sweetly, closing the door behind him.

"No, you're fine Freiga! I've been awake for a while."

He put his hands on his hips in a sassy pout. "Oh you have, have you? Then you would know we only have an HOUR TO GET YOU READY!"

You sweat dropped. Scratching the back of your head in embarrassment. "Yeah I know. Haha."

"DONT "HAHA" ME!! I HAVE TO HAVE YOU LOOKING FABULOUS BEFORE YOU LEAVE! AND NOW YOUVE ONLY LEFT ME AN HOUR TO DO SO!!!!" He yelled, retrieving a makeup bag, suitcase, and a pair of wrapped clothes on hangers from behind the door.

"Now hurry and choose between these two outfits will you!" He raised the wrapped outfits, the transparent plastic allowing you to get a good look at the pair of clothes.

One was a red above the knee dress with black shorts. The other was a black sleeveless turtleneck with black parachute pants with a yellow stripe up the sides.

"The black one definitely." You replied without the slightest hesitation.

"Good choice" He replied handing the wrapped fabric over to you and pushing you into the bathroom to go change. You quickly changed and stepped out of the bathroom.

"Go on, give me a twirl!" He said, motioning for you to give him a spin so he could see your outfit.

You complied, slowly turning arms spread.

He let out a satisfactory hum, passing you a shoe box. "These would go great with that, put them on."

You opened the box to find a pair of professionally hand made, calf high, lace up black boots. Taking a closer look you saw the inside soles were a bright yellow, and they were signed "Freiga Vonscieare".

"Did you make these yourself Freiga? "

"Why aren't you perceptive! Yes I did! Your whole outfit is from my newest line. Its all custom tailored to the difficulties of being a hunter, with specially strengthened but soft fabrics to resist wear and tear, and hidden pockets everywhere! I do hope they are to your liking. Tell me if anything feels off."

You took a closer look at your outfit, how each piece complemented the other and how everything seemed so well made. It must have taken him a long time to craft it all.

"Everything is perfect Freiga! These are awesome. Thank you!" You thanked him in a little half bow.

"Oh please there is no need for that! It's the least I could do for letting me play dress up with you yesterday. Now, let's get started on your hair shall we?"

...time skip...

You grabbed your pack, and threw it over your shoulder. Following Freiga out of the hotel. The storm had quickly died down, leaving only a few reflective puddles behind. You had around 15 minutes until the exam stopped receiving applicants, so the both of you were rushing to the meeting place.

Passing street vendors, stalls, and fortune tellers you finally came across the tallest building in the city.

"Well, there's the meeting location."

"Dude. That building is massive. I can't belive the exams being held there."

Freiga looked over at you quizzically.

"Not that building. The restaurant there." He said, pointing to a run down restaurant. Vines carelessly growing around the place.

You stared at him for a second.

"...for real?"

"Yes. I wouldn't lie to you!"

You stared at the restaurant.

" ...do they have good food?"

Freiga paused, putting a hand on his hip.

"I suppose. I've never been here though. Plus I don't think you exactly have the time to eat."

You sighed. "Dang it."

Freiga reached inside his black leather handbag and pulled out a cookies and creme protein bar and a bottle of water and passed them over to you as you walked inside. You let out a small thank you in response.

The chef cooking the meals behind the bar called out to Freiga. "Welcome!"

"Is the backroom open?" Freiga questioned.

The man gave us a knowing glance.

"What'll it be?"

"The steak combo that will make me see the light." He smiled. "For one"

The chef glanced at me. "For one eh? How do you want it?"

"Grilled over a low flame until done."

You looked between the two. Was this some kind of code?

"Understood. Please seat yourself in the backroom."

Freiga let me to the back room, upon entering there was a table and three chairs waiting. You turned to Freiga.

"Im assuming this is where we part?"

He nodded. "You've done excellent. When you finish the exam, win or fail, feel free to come see me again!" He handed you a baby blue metallic business card, engraved was his name and number. "Feel free to call me if you need anything."

You offered him a curtious parting bow. "Will do. Thank you for leading me here, and for the clothes."

"My pleasure, good luck!" He bowed in return, closing the door behind him.

You sat yourself down in a seat and pulled out the protein bar, taking a large bite.

a loud metallic whirring caught your attention as the roon started to move. Must be an elevator. You continued eating the bar, pondering about the exam ahead.

It seemed this was the beginning, of a very long day.

Thanks for reading! Chaper 2 is out!

Reblogs and comments are appreciated!

Please do not repost/copy my content.

#Hxh #Hxh x reader #Hxh reader insert #Reader insert #Hunter x hunter #Hunter x Hunter x reader #Hunter x Hunter reader insert #Hxh sibling reader #Sibling reader #Hisoka x sibling reader

[wildlife4life]

I'd love to hear about break the loop, Eddie Grimm and once upon a Buddie please 🩷

Sadly Break the Loop is an abandoned fic, which I mentioned here. But I do have enough for another snippet.

Captain Robert Nash and his son Evan arrived in Harmony a week before school was to start and were greeted by a banner hoisted above city hall. Every person who saw the moving truck either slowed down or stopped their motions entirely, just to catch a glimpse of the town’s new citizens. They were all so focused on the truck, that they missed the dusty blue jeep following close behind, but Eddie didn’t. And he knew the figure hidden by tinted windows inside had to be Evan, who was now driving off in the direction away from his new home. Guess he was only meeting Mr. Nash today.

Eddie Grimm is not an abandoned fic per say, just sitting on the furthest back burner at the moment. I will share some of what I have.

Eddie was trying to be a father, a good police officer, a better Grimm, and a good son. And it was just too much. The day he came home to Christopher crying in his room, his father telling him off for working too much, and his mother all but demanding Eddie let them take his son, he decided. No longer was Eddie going to try to be a son that would ever be enough.  No longer would he try to live up to his Grimm heritage.  All he needed to be is a good father and a good cop. Eddie took the detectives exam and put in his transfer to Los Angeles a few days later. Now here he was, a detective for the LAPD and his first big murder case is wesen.  No animal large enough would willing come into downtown L.A. just to rip apart a pawn shop owner inside his shop.

Once Upon a Buddie is a fic I am desperately trying to get back into because I've been rewatching Once Upon a Time and this was my first big fic that I really did like. Its not as far back on the wip list and I hope to get back into soon. Enjoy this Buck and Eddie in the time being.

“Told you, not a perv.  Just a guy bringing a runaway home.  So can I be let out or…” Buck prodded. Sheriff Grant began to respond but was interrupted by thundering footsteps and the office door being flung open.  “Athena, is that kid snatcher locked up?” A husky voice snarled. Buck snapped his head towards their new arrival and his jaw dropped.  Holy shit, the guy was hot. Easily 6 ft, with broad shoulders and chest that tapered down into lean hips all wrapped in smooth muscle that could give Buck a run for his money in the gym (or the bedroom if he had the choice). His tan skin was wrapped in tight dark jeans, a white Henley, and an olive-green bomber jacket, same as the sheriff’s.  A day or two of dark stubble dusted his sharp jawline and met up with hair cropped closely on the side, but left a mess of chestnut locks atop, product long gone from multiple run throughs of his long fingers.  Deep brown eyes flashed in anger and had Buck’s heart rate speeding up. One guess on who this was. Christopher’s father and which made him Robin Hood, at least in Christopher’s storybook.  But no book or film version ever made the hooded hero out to be this gorgeous. And according to the badge pinned to his jacket, he was the deputy, which the kid failed to mention. Yea, Buck was screwed.

WIP Tag Game

#ashley answers #wip tag game #my wips #buddie #buddie fic #teen buddie #abandoned fic #grimm au #grimm eddie #small town #ouat au #savior buck #eddie is robin hood #deputy eddie #storybrooke

[medics-secret-shipfic-folder]

Do you have any tips/advice for a novice writer? I can barely squeeze 1k words out of my system and it's decent at best

The best advice I can give is find a story you're truly passionate about, because that passion will drive you to keep writing.

I used to have a lot of issues writing stories a few years ago. I could come up with a basic premise, characters, and themes, but could never bring myself to write more than a few pages. It took me ages to figure out what was wrong until I recently started working on a now abandoned project - Angel Fallen.

Angel Fallen had a lot of effort put into it, but I just didn't have any passion for it. I was just going through the motions and writing what I THOUGHT I should have been writing. I.E; high-minded philosophical pondering. A story less about characters and their complex relationships and more about yelling political theory at the audience.

I eventually abandoned this project entirely because I wasn't passionate about it. Afterwards I moved on to Take Back The Fortress, which I AM passionate about. I adore writing TBTF because it's entire premise is something I'm genuinely interested in - the complex relationships between people and the effects that hardships can have on them.

I managed to get 300 pages written in the span of a few months because I wanted to keep writing. It's only recently that I've slowed down because it's exam season and all my time is being dedicated to studying.

I've gotten more genuine satisfaction over writing two people just sitting down and unpacking their emotions in TBTF than I ever did writing a longwinded philosophical discussion for AF.

And that's really the best advice I can give you. Don't focus on what you THINK you should be writing. Find something you are truly passionate about, whether it be a specific genre, a fanfic, or an original work. The passion you have for it will drive you to work on it.

That and self-discipline. If you're like me and have bad ADHD, I advise you to learn some self-discipline so you can actually sit down and write it without getting distracted.

#anonymous #team fortress 2 #tf2 #freak fortress #freak fortress 2 #take back the fortress #angel fallen #writing advice

[ovaryacted]

HIIIIIIII!!!!!! How you doing Nic <<3 I haven't been on Tumblr for ages so idk if I missed any new fanfic from you? (Though I guess I'll find out soon enough cause I'm about to stalk ur blog again)

What have you been up to besides simping for Leon? And has the holiday mood hit you yet? I hope you're doing great!!! My days have literally been PACKED with exams I'm so exausteddd. I'm really proud of myself today cause I think I did very well on an exam I literally started studying for this morning (gonna get that stupid degree 🫡🫡) the exam was a nightmare cause the professor was literally like fifteen minutes late and she made it so damn difficult for no reason 🤧🤧 FUCK PHYSICAL CHEMISTRY I'M SICK AND TIRED!!!

But anyway, ur blog always gets my mood up tho!! Even though I don't have a lot of time lately I love binging ur posts whenever I have a second to breathe. I know I've said this before but you're my favorite blog on here! Keep up the good work pookie <33

Also I just got a notification of you saying you want someone to bully you into writing so I guess I gotta make this ask meaner like...

START WRITING RIGHT THE **** NOW YOU ******* PIECE OF **** DON'T BE SUCH A ***** *****🤬😡😤

Did that help ☺️?

Anyhow yeah, just felt like sending an ask cause I haven't in a while. I'm really proud of you btw, don't overwork yourself Nic! Quality over quantity is te way to go <33 byeee lovelieeee ❤️❤️❤️

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MY NEW MOON ANON BABY HI HOW ARE YOU I’VE MISSED YOU!! 🩶

I’m decent, kind of just trying to survive and go through the motions. November’s been rough, December is kinda worse BUT I’m chilling for the most part. I hope you’re doing alright especially with your studies!! I’m super proud of you for focusing on school work and getting good grades. And yes, fuck physical chemistry, but the real bitch in the sciences is physics (I love biology and chemistry lmao, but absolutely can’t stand physics!). I’m sure that you will do great for this semester, I wish you the absolute best on your finals. Take care of yourself, eat well and stay hydrated, and do get your rest. I remember how I was during finals when I was still in school, absolutely tore me apart I was running on lattes like it was water LMAO. But I hope you get your break very soon!

I always love seeing your messages, they make me happy. But I also feel ashamed I haven’t written anything new though I am in the process of getting back in the groove of things. My brain just hasn’t kicked in when it comes to smut and it’s like I know what to write, just never know how?? I have so many ideas, and usually I’m very good at creating intricate hcs or plot points or need be, but when it comes to writing it out it just takes me forever to do it now. It’s a process, but I know I’ll have something for you to read soon. The bullying is working tho, I will say that because the second you sent me that message I actually opened up my computer and wrote something 😭 So thank you!

And btw, I got your longer ask, I didn’t forget about you wanting more sub Leon. I have two WIPs in the process, jumping between them, but now I’m changing the way I’m seeing and writing for Leon so I have to tweak some things out. Don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten. Thank you for the lovely message seriously. 🫶🧡

#ovaryacted asks #₊˚⊹♡ ─ new moon anon 🌑

[koolkat9]

Good job Kat! Man how to celebrate? That’s a toughie but how about top ten fun facts we don’t know about you?

Okay! Now that exams are over I can finally get to this and other asks answered.

First off thank you. This isn't just a celebration of 500 followers, but also my exams being done!

I was originally an acting student, but after my first semester it was not for me. It took too much physical and emotional labour that I couldn't give. You'd be surprised how much work acting actually takes. I still love the theatre, but perhaps I'm meant to be behind the scenes. I'm now a double major in Drama and Creative Writing.

I love almost any apple dessert, but I hate apple flavoured drinks.

I actually used to hate English class and analyzing texts so I never saw myself becoming an English major. But here we are lol. Being given the freedom to interpret a text in my own way has been very enjoyable which is something I never really got in high school and elementary school

I fucking love stop motion animation

The Bailey School Kids was the first novels I ever read and I hold it as the series that made me love reading. I think the very first one I read was Santa Claus doesn't wear Green Tennis Shoes. I got it from the school library (I'm still pissed they closed down my school library half way through my elementary school years smh)

I am obsessed with tattoos and would love to get one, but my pain tolerance isn't great

I've cosplayed as 2P Canada once, but it was very cheap with things just grabbed from my closet. But it was still fun.

I used to be obsessed with Greek Mythology (still kind of am but I don't go looking for info about it) after I picked up a children's collection of Greek Myths for reading period in grade 5 (the myths were still surprisingly dark despite being targeted towards children)

I absolutely love Shakespeare with Twelfth Night being my favourite of his works.

Because it tis the season, Christmas is my favourite holiday. I love the lights, the music, the events. Honestly, especially as an adult, I prefer the lead up to the holiday than the holiday itself.

#get to know the creator #500 follower celebration

[be-my-wingman-anytime]

I saw your post about the top gun ships and I was wondering if I could please get one for top gun maverick? I'm a straight female, she/her and I'm 20! I'd like nsfw to be included please!

Physical description - I'm 5'9 and I have long and curly dark brown hair and brown eyes. I have a fair skin tone, I'm slim and I've got full lips and slight dark circles under my eyes. I wear glasses and I have these dimples that I really like. I dress mostly in relaxed suits, blazers and coats and I love the occasional dress or sweaters layered over a white button down!

Hobbies/likes - I love reading, my favorite genres are poetry, Russian lit, and mysteries! I love learning about new things and knowing a little bit of everything, I'm very interested in psychology, history, mythology and folklore, and fashion! I adore adventures, witty and playful banter, joking around and having indepth discussions on anything and everything! I adore all forms of art and I have quite a few creative hobbies.

Personality description - It takes me a while to feel comfortable around new people but once I do, I become really talkative and outgoing. I love helping out and I'm the therapist friend, people come to me to vent or for advice and comfort. I'm smart and ambitious; I love being the best at everything I do. I'm quite the hopeless romantic and I love being in love! I also daydream a lot and I can get lost in my own world for hours. I can be quite dramatic and stubborn and I tend to be withdrawn and distant at times. I get frustrated easily and I'm a little competitive.

I'm an infp and my enneagram is 4w3. My star sign is Taurus.

Thank you very much! I hope you have a lovely day ❤️

I ship you with….

Bob Floyd

You are within perfect kissing height for him.

That, alone, tells me you’re a perfect match!

Imagine all those forehead kisses

How, all he has to do is, is just dip his head slightly to capture your lips with his…

One swift, fluid motion.

….Puts his stealth pilot to good use -wink-

But I digress – Firstly, he fell for your brown eyes. They are deep. He spends all his time in the blue of the sky that, when he looks at you, he feels grounded on earth with those earthy tones of your eyes.

Your eyes are only emphasised by your long, gorgeous hair. Bob didn’t think he had a type. But you came along and suddenly he felt like no other appearance seemed to give him butterflies. Blonde hair? No. Blue eyes? No. Green eyes? Meh. But they weren’t your brown eyes with brown hair combo.

He noticed your eyes before he noticed your glasses (and not at all because I, the shipper, forgot you wrote you wore glasses, shipped you with Bob and then did a re-read and was like ‘Ohhhh glasses!’)

Glasses buddies through and through!

You both become the couple that breaks that normalises wearing glasses.

Yet you both don’t seem to break the stigma that nerdy people wear glasses because he’s a Top Gun Stealth Pilot who’s studying textbooks and undergoing exams etc. You’re a girl who always has her nose in a book because she either likes reading for pleasure or reading for knowledge. Extremely nerdy BUT IN A GOOD WAY! (Fellow Nerd so I’m not hating)

You’re literally the adorable nerd couple. The ones that others, who feel like no one will love them, look up to. You two set the goal.

Actually – that’s how Bob met you! Your friend stood you up at the bar, leaving you alone. But you’re smart. You bought a book with you. So yeah, here you are… in a bar, with a drink, a book, glasses, your hair down, wearing a dress (because you assumed you were going to have a nice time out).

He had watched you from a distance (not creepily). But he also saw that visible feeling he knew too well; the looking around for someone and the disappointment when you realise you’ve been stood up. Hence why you pulled your book out. You paid for a drink, you might as well sip away at it while doing something productive with your time.

Bob quietly approached you in the old-age move of buying himself another drink and, while waiting for his drink to be served, asked what you’re reading,

You’re not stupid. It’s the oldest trick in the book. Without even sparing him a glance, you stated the name of the book and the author.

To your surprise, he recommended a rare book by the same author, stating it was a good read. It’s not one of the author’s well-known works but it’s the type of book you need to give it a chance and you’ll be surprised.

You glanced up and was taken aback by his kind and humble features. You couldn’t help but match his smile, showing your dimples and making him smile more. You were the first to introduce yourself and he introduced himself back as ‘Bob’.

Simply that. Bob. No boasting that he’s the best pilot, or one of the best pilots, no lame-ass pickup lines following. Just humble Bob who seemed to share the same reading interests.

Your book left forgotten as you both conversed over 1…2…3 drinks, which loosened you up to start bantering and throwing playful remarks every now and then, making the two of you laugh and banter.

It was hours, HOURS, before you both decide to finally call it an evening.  But not without exchanging numbers. With alcohol in his system, Bob actually asked for your number!

Sweet, shy Bob… something about you just seemed to either give him an air of confidence, or perhaps he was actually desperate to get to know you.

You both never run out of conversations. There’s always something to talk about, discuss or debate (friendly debate only).

You’re also both content just being in each other’s company without conversation too. It’s a comfortable silence. Him just quietly vibing or reading a book, you off in your own world.

He gives a small nudge or rub to your arm if he needs your attention for something.

Especially if a look of concern washes over your face, especially if you’re overthinking.

You’re the therapist friend to everyone but he’s the therapist friend to you. You can talk to him about anything and everything and he’ll listen and give the most logical advice without it being biased.

You’ve introduced him to a few new books, he’s introduced you to a few knew things he’s read in the past. He doesn’t have as much time to read nowadays with his Top Gun training since he’s been picked to be part of such an elite squad. But you’re fine with that. He’s either taken it on board or he’ll ask you to fill him in and he’ll happily listen to you.

Hangs on every word you’re saying while giving you his undivided attention. Is it him being respectful or him captivated by your eyes? (Both. It’s both).

Dates with you two are a mix of adventure and romantic. Sometimes it’ll be something outdoors-y. Sometimes it’ll be something arty (like, those coffee dates where you grab a coffee together and then you paint a ceramic mug or something). Of course Bob paints a plane on his. But he gives his to you. He may or may not have tried painting a love-heart in the bottom on the inside of the mug (it came out a little wonky because manoeuvring the brush inside the mug was hard, okay?)

No date like this ever seemed silly to Bob. He loved it. And he appreciated that you didn’t hound him with pilot questions or to go for a ride in the plane (he’d get fired for it!). With you, he gets to be just Bob.

He’s your number 1 fan. He’ll support you in any endeavours you do and is always, always proud of you.

A kiss to the cheek and a whispered “I’m proud of you, darling.” Makes you melt.

He’s always adored the intelligence of your mind. And your ambitious spirit. And the way you just want to experience and learning anything and everything you can.

The pet names for Babe/Baby aren’t used. You’re both too mature for that. It feels too…teenager-y to be compared to a pig (Babe the Pig). So you’re content using ‘Darling, love, hon’ for terms of endearment.

You call him Bobby. But only you get to call him Bobby.

A little competition is good between you two. You appreciate that Bob doesn’t let you win simply for being a girl. Bob appreciates that you don’t hold back. You don’t get fiercely competitive but enough to have fun and make it interesting (mini golf etc.)

Bob is all about the sweet little moments. If he walks past you, there’s always a hand that trails over the lower back (kind of like silently saying ‘Hello. I love you.’). He always helps in the kitchen without being asked.

But it’s sweet because he doesn’t always make the first move, but he looks over and gives that little smile that tells you he really wants to do those kitchen kisses couples do in the movies, but he can’t bring himself to do it (too shy or doesn’t want to bother you).

But you know that smile and you’ll look up and smile back. When you don’t drop your gaze, he knows it’s okay to swoop in for a kiss.

Why did he kiss you? Because you’re adorable. And he loves you.

You could be doing the most mundane thing and it’d still be the most attractive thing he’s ever laid his eyes upon.

Picture this: soft evening, your head resting on the back of the couch, your feet in his lap, one hand gently rubbing your foot, the other holding open a book of poetry as he reads from it. Yes, Bob will read you poetry.

NSFW:

Bob is such a sweet and humble person, that it’ll likely be very vanilla in bed.

I wouldn’t say he’s inexperienced, but he’s just… he hasn’t been with a lot of women. And he’s very cautious with you. Doesn’t want to disappoint you or disrespect you (there’s a lot of stress for men with intimacy too!)

He always checks in with you. Makes sure it’s okay if he does this, or that.

“Is this okay?”, “Tell me to stop, okay?”

But you don’t tell him to stop.

Every soft caress of his fingers, every gentle kiss and tease of his lips and tongues has you withering with pleasure beneath him.

It’s hard to believe he’s not-as-experienced

He spends more time exploring and worshipping your body than he does with letting you do it to him.

He’s awkward.

He loves it when you run your hands over his abs, watching your reaction at how you're amazed by what he has hidden beneath his shirt. But god, does he love it when your fingers get grabby and needy and pull him down.

He loves blowjobs (who doesn’t?) but he doesn’t want to put you in a position where you feel obligated you have to give back what he gave you.

But also who doesn’t love seeing Bob lose control? That sweet, humble boy just moaning sinfully beneath your lips.

His hand lightly gripping your hair because God, isn’t that what long, curly hair is for?

The way his lips part as he lets out breathy little gasps.

You get those gasps near your ear too…

Every single time…without fail…as he sinks deep into you, he watches your face contort with pleasure. He holds back from making any noise until he cant…and that’s when he drops his head and releases a breathy gasp by your ear followed be a moan. You live for that particular moment.

Neither of you ever get tired of that feeling.

He starts of slow.

Pulling breathy gasps from both of you.

His lips hover over yours as both your gasps mingle with each other.

But when he changes pace, without warning, your moan is swept up by him kissing you so you can moan into his mouth.

You cling to him and he loves it when you bite at his shoulders or leave nail indentations around the small of his back.

It’s always romantic love-making. He rarely ever takes you in any ‘dirty’ position such as downward doggy or reverse cowgirl.

But even with his romantic love-making, it’s always rough thrusts in between. The ones that pull the odd curse from both of you.

Neither of you are known to curse but it somehow feels like it’s the only word required with the way Bob sends you over the edge.

You moaning his nickname in his ear is generally what sends him over the edge.

#Admiral Kazansky's Ship Fleet #Top Gun Ship #Bob Floyd Ship #Intelligence and Stealth #Soft power couple #I really hope this is okay #I'm also super sorry I didn't do much with your starsign or MBTI type #Also I'm super sorry I got carried away #and I'm super sorry for how late it is

[ceramicdove]

DEAR DOVE (explodes u in a mircowave) i was reading a nonfiction collection of articles on psychiatry and i was wondering if u liked reading nonfiction urself!

personally i love writing nonfiction the most because its easy to write about the world and argue about things but fiction requires a lot more of u thinking and having to unpack stuff! in fact as a child i rlly enjoyed reading encyclopedias, although i rarely absorbed it proper.

anyways enough of me,, do u have a favourite non fiction topic of interest or whatever!

DEAR LAB (explodes into a massive pile of glitter and confetti, subsequently setting the countertop on fire)

I do read non-fiction! I generally take more to other types of writing, but I did also grow up perusing encyclopedias, magazines, history books, textbooks, etcetera. so I regard it fondly in one way or another. I sometimes enjoy deep-diving for obscure academic papers when I'm in a brunt and want information on a specific subject, though it usually takes more time to digest due to higher-level technical language that I'm not familiar with as a high-schooler. I still find that it's worth it.

it's almost like a game when I hunt for things sometimes because it's interesting to see how obscure of a topic I can find: I start at something relatively basic and end up at papers specific enough that I'm not even sure how they exist (but I'm grateful). A recent example of this is a paper I found called "Exploring post-irony through narratives of love and suffering in VRChat" and, well, it's exactly what the titles says it is. I've yet to finish reading it, but I went crazy the moment I even saw that somebody would write such a deep article on a Steam VR game where people with 3D anime girl avatars go to scream at each other.

I occasionally dabble in reading self-help, but I interact with academic non-fiction the most.

I'm not sure if I can say I have a particular topic of interest, though in recent times I've been occasionally reading papers on cultural norms, traditions, historical evolutions and differences, and I have taken a liking to it. I also started (and need to continue) reading up on philosophy, death, mourning and other similar concepts (and especially how we as humans have interacted with death across time and space). It's not even just non-fiction, one of the recent books I picked up is a poetry collection about death from a local writer. This is something I made myself do due to two projects I have that both follow death as relevant themes: I wanted to make sure I can cover it in a way that goes beyond the surface level. I don't know if I can call this a Favourite Topic Of Interest, though, because it's actually quite an upsetting and suffocating thing to read about, at least for me, but I know I have to do it. Maybe this is exposure therapy of some sort.

And I like journalism! Before my English exam I actually forced myself to read a lot of British journalists just to pick up new language and get more used to Their Way of writing, since we study British English and therefore have to utilise it during exams (yuck). But it was fun, and I appreciate how certain journalists and researchers have a very fascinating way with words that almost feels narrative.

Regarding actually writing it, it's fun in its own way. I used to do it back when I was doing debate and had to write notes, reports, speeches and case files. It required me to read anything from entry-level articles on Google to more advanced papers and official government documents depending on the motion. It was fun compiling and sourcing all of that information! And it was fun gaining new knowledge. Nowadays a chunk of my classmates rely on me to guide them in writing non-fiction for our classes because they deem me to be good at it and think I have a solid vocabulary, so maybe it paid off a bit.

But ultimately, I'll always lean towards creative forms of writing. I can't sustain writing non-fiction for too long without feeling like my brain is shriveling up into a raisin.

#🕊️📬 #thank you for asking :-] and I'm curious about the psychiatry papers you're reading

[bakedbakermom]

So at 37 years old I have gotten my first ever pair of glasses; technically I've had astigmatism my whole life but I actually cheated on my childhood eye (and hearing) exams (narc mom wouldn't have wanted me to be less than perfect) so I've just been muddling through this whole time. But in an effort to be a good adult and set an example for my mini human, I am trying to take better care of myself so...

The world looks fuckin WEIRD now. It's like going from 720p to 4K and frankly the sharp edges and polished appearance of the modern world is less appealing than my grainy, softly blurred natural vision.

Like I am the person who IMMEDIATELY turns off "motion smoothing" on a new TV and I feel like I just turned it ON inside my own brain and I Do Not Like It.

#my house looks dirtier now too #glasses