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ffsg0jo · 2 years

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sugawara x fem reader

WARNINGS: unrequited love,, wedding -- masterlist

a/n: i wrote this on a whim, so if it's terrible im sorry and ill probably edit this later

sugawara was falling in love, for the millionth time. the moment he stepped inside your dressing room, the tsumami of emotions capsized him and left him struggling for air, reaching out for a lifeline - anything to save himself from downing in your beauty.

you looked ethereal, stunning in your elegant white gown, with your hair pinned so intricately to your head. the happy tears in your eyes as you looked up at him, reaching for his hands, had tears gathering in his eyes as well, but for a very different reason. how he longed to hold your face between his palms and kiss the tears away.

'thank you' your voice whispered, wobbling slightly. confused, suga's hands tightened around yours as he braced himself for your next words

'for everything,' you carried on. suga opens his mouth to respond but stops at the shake of your head, telling him you weren't finished speaking.

'i...' you trailed off, wondering what the best way to say things was. 'i used to be in love with you, koushi' his heart drops to his feet and he all of a sudden feels like he's going to throw up. why are you telling him this now?

'let me finish,' you giggle, misreading his face to be a look of digust. 'i used to be madly in love with you, but i knew you only saw me as a friend. i just wanted to thank you, for letting me experience what love was for the first time, for being there for me.'

sugawara's lips wobbled as you stood there, confessing your feelings to him. he's imagined this scenario a million times prior, but never like this, never under these circumstances. the possibility of him having a chance with you was always slim, but now he finds out you loved him?

he thinks he hates you in that moment, despises the mocking smile on your face as you so graciously thanked him, for what? teaching him how to love? being the stepping stone for you to get with his best friend?

his gaze flickers to your eyes, and a pang of guilt reverberates through his heart. it wasn't your fault, no one was to blame for his misfortune, except himself. all of his ill feelings dissipate. he can't hate you, he never has and he never will. suga's feelings for you were his biggest downfall, and once again, you've proven him right.

staring into your hopeful eyes he thinks about what could've been if he had confessed all those years ago. would he be the one waiting for you at the altar? would it be his arms you find comfort and shelter in?

suga shakes his thoughts away, knowing they would only further his misery and hurt, and smiles at you, a pained, self pitying smile. he gathers the remainder of his sparse breath and finally responds to you. 'there's no need to thank me, my love, and besides i'll always be here, loving you y/n, no matter what' and you, despite not knowing the true meaning behind his words, breathed a sigh of relief and pulled him into a hug, thankful to have such a wonderful friend.

for one last time, suga allows himself to relish in your warmth and scent, his love for you painfully swelling and beating in his heart. suga let's go of you, seconds later, not being able to endure any longer.

he presses a kiss against your cheek, and leaves the dressing room, his body feeling like tonnes of dead weight, finally letting his tears escape and run down his face.

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theimaginativesoul · 6 months

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Steamy Scene #1

" What are you doing here"

"I am taking you home, the wedding is not off"

"It definitely is, why can't tell your dad that you lose your ticket to stepping to high society? and Im not going anywhere with you, you digust me, I'm glad that Im not so blind of love anymore to fall for your tricks again, so leave"

She was about to leave when she felt a rough hand, capture her wrist, and it was not a simple hold, it was full of force and anger.

"Why? you already found someone, and by the looks of it, he's definitely richer, how did you do it? charm and seduce him with that body of yours? I will never forget how good it is the first time you gave in"

She was about to slap him on the face but instead a fist landed on his face. When she look who it is, it's (ML name), and he is furious. The (Ex-Guy) falls to the ground because of the instensity of the punch and (ML) was not over yet, he get on top of him and beat him more.

Everything is getting out of hand, (FL) called the guards to restrain their boss from killing (Ex-guy)

"Take this guy to the police station, and call (lawyer name) and file trespassing and a restraining order for (FL), GO!"

The guards follows his order fast and take the guy away. (FL) heart was still beating so fast, she looks at (ML) hands and see that its bleeding, and its not from punching (Ex Guy), its like his palm is bleeding. She saw ceramics on the floor and she immediately knows why he was bleeding.

She takes his hand and take him to his craft shed because she knows he has first aid kit there.

"Why did you punch him, I can handle him" She said angrily while treating his hand.

"Just because" he didn't bother to continue what he was about to say, he just looks at her.

"Why did you go that far and beat him so much" she asked again angrily.

"Are you concern about that guy now? After what he did" he said angrily too.

"Im not, its you who I am concern about"

She shouted at him. Their eyes are now lock at each other. Their heart both beating up so fast, because of the heat of the moment.

He cups her face with both of his hand and crashes his lips to hers. He stand up from the table he was seating, narrowing the spaces between them. At first she doesnt know how or what to react but in the end she just gave in and let the moment take them.

He switch their places, now her on the table side, pushing her to the edge of it. They let go of each others lips and wipe off all the obstruction on the table. When all is gone, they crashes their lips once again. (ML) lifted her to the table and lower down his lips to his neck.

Removing her top, he was surprised she was not wearing anything underneath. Removing his top was not a problem, because he is already not wearing one. He cups her left breast while he takes the other to his mouth. She can't help herself but to moan the pleasure she was feeling right now. He let go of her breast and crashes his lips to hers once again.

He started lifting her skirts and lowering her panties, throwing it on the ground. He started rubbing her entrance and that makes her hornier and hotter.

"Fuck, (ML), thats good"

He flash a crooked grin on his face upon hearing what she just said.

He starts kneeling infront of her, still teasing her.

"You know that Im still angry at you, that I still hate you right?" he said.

"I know, and the feeling is mutual" answers with a cheeky smile mixed with a longing look. He smiled back, lifting her skirt up and started licking down there.

The room filled with her moan and its like music to his ears. She came fast because of how good he is and he lick it all up.

He stand up, lowering his pants on the ground, exposing his throbbing manhood.

"Wet it for me" he said and she gladly oblige.

She stand up from the table she was laying and kneeled in front of him, taking his manhood on her mouth, licking every length of it.

"Fuck, thats good, hmm" he growl.

She continue blowing him until he stopped her.

"You are going to make me come, but I want to do it inside you, fill you up until youre dripping" He said brushing his tumb to her lower lip

He help her stand up, carrying and laying her once again to the table.He licks her once again until she's wet enough and then position himself.

As he enters her, she cant help but to moan because of how big he is. She always fantasize him penetrating her the first time she accidentally saw him naked and now it's happening. When he was half way through he stop. She lifted her head and gave him the look, asking why he stop. He looks at her with a devilish smile before thrusting her full so suddenly, surprising her, and all she can do is to moan at the top of her lungs.

He hug her tightly while pounding her fast and hard. She hug him with both her legs and arms burying her fingers to his back. Both moaning in between the kisses they share.

He let go of hugging her and brush his hair back. He hold her on the hips with one hand on the left side while using his other hand to press her lower abdomen. Her legs still hugging him tightens when he started thrusting again. The whole room were filled with both of their moans, and it's getting louder and louder.

"You know this room was not sound proofed right?" he said

"I know, and I dont care, let them hear how good you are" She answers.

He can't help himself but to laugh to what he just heard, he's glad that his kids where at school now and will not see them. They switch up their position from her lying now she facing back. He holds her by the hair while he pound her. He places kisses on her back.

One of the guards and the maids were looking for them and both blushed when they see (FL) and (ML) savoring each other, moaning.

"Looks like they make up" the maid said.

"Yeah, lets return later and leave, its getting a little hot in here" the guard said.

#steamyscene #writing #writing prompt #writerscommunity #writers on tumblr #writers #romance #romance prompts

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livingdiarrhea · 1 year

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My relationship with fruit

I’m not a picky eater so much as I have almost an entire category of foods that I will NOT eat.

Fruits (except for apples, and a couple other exceptions). Most fruit flavored things? Also a no. Don’t do the shit where you say “bUt iT dOeSNT tAStE lIkE fRUIt” because most cases, I still won’t eat it. If you force me too, I’ll be upset, but it won’t be that bad, I wouldn’t cry or anything.

On the other hand, You try to make me eat a strawberry yogurt, or god forbid and actual strawberry I WILL cry and I WILL gag. When playing truth or dare, while people would get disgusting dares with ease, and I would do them with ease, getting me to eat a single grape for a dare was probably the worst one.

There are some fruits and fruit incorporated things that are worse than others. Raisins, I don’t like them, and I’ll usually spit them out in a napkin, but I could eat it without breaking too much of a sweat. Banana Bread? Yeah I wouldn’t like knowing it’s banana but I might even ENJOY eating it.

A mango? No. I would cry. I just, the texture of most fruits is gross. When I was younger you couldn’t get me to eat them at all, I’d throw tantrums.

Vegetables? Hell yeah I eat those, even if they’re disgusting asparagus, which I don’t like, I still eat it.

I could eat a blueberry. I could eat it. I wouldn’t eat more than one or two, and it really depends on the day, but I’d eat it. But I don’t like them at all. They’re disgusting.

People tell me I “haven’t found the right fruit” and I’ve just been eating the sour ones. Wrong, even the ones that smell sweet and “taste sweet” are gross.

I’m actually a bit repulsed by even touching fruit. Cleaning the dishes when fruit has been on them is digusting to me. Any other food? Yeah it’s fine. Fruit? I will gag, and I may shed tears.

When I was younger, I’d be scared to even touch a fruit. Genuinely. My sister once chased me with a mango peel because I was so scared of touching it. Then she put it in my hair and I was mad, but I realized it wasn’t so bad.

However, fruit when I’m washing dishes? Disgusting (unless it’s apples ofc). It’s so slimy, it’s gross, it’s sticky I could cry.

When I was younger, my mom used to buy me peach yogurt (it may have been a one time thing) and tell me it was vanilla. When I realized it was peach, I refused to eat it again.

Fruit flavored ice cream? Also no. I don’t want it. Even the fake fruit stuff where it’s basically not at all fruit is iffy. Like, I once had a “grape” popsicle, but it was the same as the apple popsicle but purple. So I didn’t mind eating that.

My mom doesn’t know why I don’t like fruit. When I was two she says I used to love it. I must have just decided it was gross one day and stopped.

In first grade, you would have to get a fruit with your lunch every day. And there weren’t apples, so I got a banana. Back then, I was okay eating bananas for the most part. I found them disgusting, but I could eat them. But that day, I gagged when eating one, and I just decided, never again. It’s now on my list of fruits that I won’t eat.

(I did a similar thing when I was younger and decided pooping was gross, but as you can tell, I got over it.)

Being around people who are eating fruits also grosses me out. There’s nothing wrong with them, just what they’re eating is gross to me. Especially when I myself am eating. I always have to sit a little further away, and it’s fine when it’s my family, but I feel weird when it’s my friends.

I don’t know why i hate fruits so much, and why I can’t get over how slimy they are. Or why im scared of them. It’s gotten better over the years, but Im not sure when I’ll be able to straight up eat, say, six strawberries and think nothing of it. Maybe adulthood. Maybe never.

I hope someday when people offer me fruit flavored things and fruits that my mom (or me) won’t have to say that I don’t eat fruits. Because it’s embarrassing. This entire category of things you don’t eat because you find them gross. People don’t say much about it, but they’re always surprised, and then they try to offer me different food to make up for the fact that I’m missing out on their strawberry cake, although I’m okay.

I’ve been called a picky eater, but the thing is, when it’s not a fruit, I will eat almost anything. I have ate dog food (not much, like a pellet or two, I could’ve ate more I just thought better of it, plus it tasted like crap I just wanted to prove I could do it). So I’m not a picky eater, unless it comes to fruits.

#living diarrhea #fruits #picky eater #does anyone relate #relatable #not really

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toiivoton · 2 years

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I grow up locked in a room most of time w my sister, she was and has been the person i have interacted the most my entire life, my life was that room and her so she was my entire world. my mom never acknowledged my existence unless it was to casually insult me or scream to me to insane levels when she was high (she did talked w my sister for some reason) and my father who only visited me to torment me and hit me, i would literally run trying to escape for then be catched and hit again n again and my mother would watch and laugh

My mother loved making jokes abt it and my sis get mad when i didnt stand up for myself against him, but i was so small and my dad was so big i dont know how i could have i just felt so humiliated and pathetic and weak, just a total worthless failure, i think when i see violent parents in movies or media they tend to be violent against all the family but i was the only one he ever hit, i feel there was something specific with me that it was so defectuous i made everyone upset and angry and sad, i wish i had never be born so everyone would have been happier people

At some point my sis went to live to panama w our grandman and i was put back in the same room with now no human interaction since my sis was gone this time, this made me miss her n feel she was my one and only savior back then.

until today im not sure for how long was i in that room bc there wasnt sun light it was so horrible i lost sense of time it could have been a week or 6 months i have no idea. I developed insomnia and also forgot how my voice sounded like and missed the sensation you get on your throat when you make a sound, so i would talk to myself at times, otherwise i felt i would end up forgetting how to talk. i had a tv and 3 cds and i cant stop thinking about them bc im so grateful for it, i could watch them on replay forever and have something to do and have company. i feel after this any possibility of social skills were now completely taken from me or thats what i love believeing bc i love blaming on

everything for my defects

Later when i was 11 my sis came back n started getting bad and really sad but it got so bad she started threatening about killing herself. If i didnt do everything she wanted I once tried writting how i was feeling and that i was feeling bad n she found my post hand she was so digusted, she told me no one does that and that it was cringe n that i should delete it, my best friend also got annoyed at me later for being scared all the time and writting so much nonsense, i have had so little amount of friends on my life and almost if not all have leave me for this.

if i looked sad she would get mad if i didnt do everthing she say it will be so bad much worse for me, shed got so upset and would later have freak outs and talk about killing herself

if i dont do what she says she will kill herself and it will be my fault, i had to clean everything for her do all her cleaning part, wash her clothes cook n bring her food, give her all my belongings agree to everything she says, later on life when i started working i must give her all my payments, when she screams or freaks out at me and by no means im allowed to say anything back if i do it will be the end it will be much worse.. on school i cried literally everyday in front of everyone bc i just wanted to die and i didnt wanted to go back home but at the same time i was losing it bc if i wasnt there w her she would kill herself and it woul be my fault, but then bc of crying sm and being so weird i got always got bullied on school

It was like this for the next 4 years then it became less horrible and now isnt so bad shes better and im glad now but i cant help but wonder if its also bc became better at not replying back and behaving, still she’s genuinely so good to me and we can laugh togheter but im so terrified of her

But i i dont know how to be away if i say i want to live alone she will be so sad and ill be questioned, and even so im so psychically n mentally ill. I often go blind, i was in bed sick for 2 years and my medication is already so expensive, i dont feel i can live by myself i dont know how to live without her im an absolutely lost cause a

nd i feel its too late for me and i cant be fixed n i feel even if everything would be promised to me to be better n never hurt again im not sure if i want to even continue bc i no longer have energy left i just want to die

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that-one-weeb-but-it-transformer · 3 years

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𝔹𝔼𝕀ℕ𝔾 𝔸ℕ 𝔸𝕌𝕋𝕆𝔹𝕆𝕋 𝕋𝕌ℝℕ𝔼𝔻 𝔻𝔼ℂ𝔼ℙ𝕋𝕀ℂ𝕆ℕ (𝕋𝔽ℙ)

Megatron looked at the Autobot infront of him.

"I wish to be on your side." She spoke.

"And why would I allow you to join the Decepticons when I can gut you where you stand?" Megatron threatened. "Unless you have- information you are willing to trade?"

"I am switching sides. I am not a rat." Y/n informed her voice unfaultered.

"Your loyalty proves you are still allied to the autobots." Megatron spoke, circling the femme.

"My leige let me personally snuff out the autbot femme for the Decepticons of course." Starscream announced.

"As I said once before. I am not a rat." Y/n spoke ignoring Starscreams threat "you take my offer. Or I leave- preferably with screamers head on a pike as a soviner."

A deep laugh came from Megatron as the Decepticons from the lower level of the command deck watched.

"Very well. I will welcome you into our ranks." Megatron spoke, "You'll be my first Lutient-"

"W-what!?" Starscream aspirated, "t-that is my post! My leige! She's still an autobot."

"Unlike you Y/n is known for providing results!" Megatron shouted at Starscream, "And has proven her respect within the mere mintues shes been here on not selling out the other side!"

"Y-yes my leige."

"Shockwave."

"Lord Megatron." The one optic scientists spoke up, "show our new Lutient around the war ship. As my top two Lutients you must work better than in sync."

"Yes my leige." Shockwave spoke as Y/n walked off, side by side with Shockwave.

The walk throughout the halls was silent, veichons looking her way, and even with there covered faces she sensed the digust they had with her.

"There is no logical reason for you to annex with the Decepticons. Why have you switched?" Shockwave announced.

"I suppose I got tired of blowing you off bridges Shockwave." Y/n responded.

"That is not an answer." Shockwave spoke, "I have fought you countless times on the battlefield, your reasons are illogical."

Y/n sighed, "for being a bot with no spark you sure do seem to care."

"Research purposes." Shockwave told her shortly.

"If you must know. I didn't belong there." Y/n spoke, "I never did, they never cared for me- none of them."

"Another illogical answer." Shockwave pronounced, "I have seen you take shots to the chasis-"

"That doesn't mean they would ever do it for me." Y/n cut him off, "at first. I would count how many times shots I had taken, Tallys are popular here on earth too. But soon the base walls filled with them. And there was no where else to write. I still believed that someone would come and erase the tallies, take the pain one time. You've taken more scratches for me than anyone."

"It would of been a shame if a boudler was to snuff your spark before I could terminate you." Shockwave told her.

"I believe you mean to say: You're welcome." Y/n told him.

"Yes I suppose that is a logically faster way of speech." Shockwave said.

"Then." Y/n spoke as they got to knockouts lab, "thank you"

Shockwave's helm turned to her quickly, his large optic confused on what she had just spoke.

"Come from a buff? Because primus do you need it." Knockout spoke.

"No. Shockwave was showing me around." Y/n spoke.

"You've infiltrated our base a number of times. Im sure you do not need a tour." Knockout spoke.

Y/n smirked, "mad because I beat your aft in too many times pretty boy?"

Knockout rolled his optics, "then go ahead and continue on your little tour. When your paint gets scratched dont come running to me for a buff."

Y/n chuckled, "good bye sweet cherry mech."

"Its not sweet cherry red! I told've you this before! I am deep rose red!" Knockout agrued as Shockwave and Y/n contuied on.

"I'll get you one day!" Knockout declared after her as she chuckled.

Shockwave contuied on with the tour, finishing off with showing Y/n the Predacon he had set after the autbots.

Y/n frowned as the beast looked at her, "I never did like fighting him." Y/n told Shockwave reaching out her servo in a friendly matter.

"He can't talk and we were told to simply just kill him." Y/n spoke as the Predacon rubbed his helm against her servo, "Such a beautiful creature. Its a shame they went extinct."

Shockwave was quiet as he observed the two closely. It was rare the Predacon liked anyone but him, and Megatron.

"You. Enjoy the beast?" Shockwave asked as Y/n turned to look at him and nodded.

"We should carry on." Shockwave spoke as Y/n nodded bidding farewell to the predacon and the two bots leaving.

"You will be working with me." Shockwave informed.

"Very well."

Over the short time Y/n's been there most warmed up to her- that inlcuded Megatron and disincluded Starscream- he was still angered by her taking his post.

She had finally a proper meeting with Soundwave before a mission and he seemed to take a liking to her, which she smiled at. Shockwave, her and Soundwaves first mission laid the foundation of them becoming a well known trio amongst the Decepticons ranks. And of course- Y/n then switched color schemes, matching Soundwave's and Shockwave's colors- just made them become well known.

She finally had her run in with the autbots, her against Ultra Magnus no less. Y/n had beat him to a pulp- or so she thought- last mintue he used all his strength with a god damn hammer no less.

Y/n laid on the floor leaking energon as she clutched the Predacon fang in her hand.

"You are a traitor to your brothers." Magnus declared, "Surrender now."

"Brothers? Yeah right. The autbots never cared. Never helped me." Y/n argued,"I was a mech sheild! Thats all!"

"Then you leave me no choice Y/n." Magnus spoke.

Closing her eyes as he lifted up the forge and Y/n braced. The pain never came as she opened her eyes Shockwave above her, his hand holding the face of the hammer stopping it in its path.

"Go." Shockwave demanded. "Get the specimen to the ship."

Y/n hurried up, running away as a groundbridge opened up, she stopped, go through? Or go back?

She turned around seeing Shockwave fly through the air and into the rocky mountains as she sighed, tossing the bone inside the portal she rushed after her friend.

She charged into Magnus' side, the two fighting again.

Before Shockwave could even get up, he heard a shot fired an a body fall.

Looking back he seen Y/n laying on the floor, Arcee with a gun aimed where Y/n would have been standing.

Soundwave had landed next to Shockwave the moment after it happened. Both expressionless, but pained on the inside.

The stand off was intense.

"They're not going to shoot back. We have what we came for." Ultra Magnus spoke the bone in his servo.

The two bots turned around walking off as there own groundbridge opened.

Soundwave walked over to Y/n's body, turning her over on her back his slim digits brushed her face plate.

Looking back at Shockwave he shook his head.

The slim bot picked her up walking over to Shockwave.

"A great loss we have suffered." Shockwave spoke as Soundwave nodded.

The green swirling portal had appeared behind them as they walked in, ending at the bridge where Megatron looked over hie warship.

"Lord Megatron."

"Shockwave. I presume your expedition has succeeded." Megatron spoke.

"Yes." Shockwave informed, "but with an unfortunate outcome attached."

Megatron turned around as Soundwave stepped up infront of Shockwave, Y/n's body still in his arms.

"Y/n has been terminated, by the one they call Arcee."

#transformers #tfp #transformersprime #tfp megatron #tfp shockwave #tfp decepticons #decepticons #tfp soundwave #tfp predaking

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heyitsyn · 4 years

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Mess Up

TimeTraveler!Son x Haikyuu!!

a/n: lmao im really sorry about this :’( this is just a brain dump and something i thought of while i was watching the stage play and i was thinking about it last night until i fell asleep

p.s. your son’s name is natsu in this one and hes an oc so dont be confused as to who this guy is 😂

summary: your son accidentally stumbles through time and the only way he can go back is if his mother and father get together. the only problem? he doesnt know who his father is

he,,,, messed up

that was clear the moment he woke up to a supposed bicycle accident in early morning when it shouldve been a car accident at the dead of night

lets take a flashback shall we

natsu came home after volleyball practice around 8 at night and he stumbled through the front door where he could smell the delicious food that you were cooking

‘ma! tadaima!’

he shouted and you peeked from the hallway with your blue apron and ladle and a close-eyed grin

‘okaeri, baby!’

his slippers padded across the wooden floors to go to the kitchen and watch as you stirred the miso soup

‘how was practice, dumpling?’

omg i would totally call my future kids that though

he shrugged, even though you couldnt see him, and went to the fridge to grab a bottled water before taking a sip

‘inter-high is coming up so captain’s been making us practice longer’

he answered then went to jump on the counter beside the stove so you could see him

he turned silent as he inspected your features and how youthful you still looked despite going through so many stressful times and hardships of raising your son alone

but he was really wondering what was exactly your purpose of being here since you rarely cooked for him due to being busy at work and therefore coming home late

‘ma, why are you here early?’

you noticeably stopped for a second before smiling, eyes shifting from the pot to him

‘i,,, have something to talk about with you’

natsu blinked then leaned against the wall and crossed his arms

‘is it something bad? but youre cooking my favorite so it must be something good. then again, it might be something bad but you want to be on my good side so youre bribing me with-’

‘natsu’

you softly called out to him and he stopped

you turned off the stove and shuffled to the side so you could stand in between his legs

no words were said as a sad look passed your eyes and you cupped his face, looking at him

‘youve grown so much, natsu. ma is sorry that she wasnt here to watch you grow. can you forgive me?’

natsu let out a confused sound and he placed his hands on top of yours from his face then quirked an eyebrow

‘ma, whats going on?’

he slowly asked

you continued to look through every feature of your son and grimaced slightly as his father’s stood out much more than you thought

‘come. lets eat while we talk’

dinner was tense

it was more of the tension coming from you and natsu being so worried and confused that he couldnt even eat his favorite

suddenly, he slammed his chopsticks to the table, fed up with the silence and genuinely worried by your behavior

‘ma, tell me whats wrong’

you winced and swallowed before shakingly placing your own utensils down and looking at a stain on the table from when he was 5 and accidentally spilled dye from his tye-dye activity

‘natsu, i,,,’

you drifted off but he gestured for you to continue

‘first off,,, i want you to know that i love you and that i only want what’s best for you. second,,, i hope you will go through with this because i,,, dont want you to bear this,,, this grudge for the rest of your life’

‘am i adopted?’

he demanded but you looked at him in shock

‘what? no! we literally have the same hair color and eyes, dumpling!’

then he let out a relieved sigh

‘thats the worst thing i thought of so i feel better now. come on, hit me’

you chuckled but went back to talking

‘your father,,, wants to meet you’

nope, that was actually the worst thing he heard

‘father? what, father?’

he couldnt stop the venom that dripped from his words and you flinched because you knew he would act like this

‘we bumped into each other at the airport,,,, he told me about,,, wanting to meet,, you’

you mumbled, now concentrating at your laced fingers

‘well, you can tell him to fck off because the feeling’s not mutual’

natsu growled then continued shoveling down his rice but you reached out and softly placed a hand on his arm and sent him a pleading look

‘darling, i-,,, i dont want to do this either. but this hatred for him-your anger- i dont want you to live with this! this might not show now but it will affect you in the future with a-a future family! he will drag you down but if you just--- just talk to him once! just once-’

natsu banged a fist on the table and you gasped at the sudden sound

‘HE WANTED YOU TO KILL ME’

he shouted, anger and rage reeking from his spot across you

‘HE LEFT YOU TO FEND FOR YOURSELF BECAUSE HE WAS TOO MUCH OF A DAMN COWARD TO OWN UP TO A CHILD HE HELPED MAKE. OH SO WHAT- ALL BECAUSE HE JUST WANTED TO SCREW? A FUN TIME THEN THROW YOU-US- AWAY? NAH, MA, WHY THE HELL WOULD I WANT TO MEET SOMEONE WHO NEVER WANTED ME IN THE FIRST PLACE?’

you gulped because right now, you were able to see the similarity to his father

‘he just wants to see you-to talk to you’

‘BUT WHAT ABOUT ME? I DONT WANT TO SEE HIS FCKING FACE BECAUSE IF I DO, I MIGHT PLUMMET HIM TO THE GROUND’

‘natsu, please stop yelling at me’

you pleaded and he stared at you angrily but turned his gaze back to the chicken bites

‘every thought of him makes me angry so if i see him, i will lose every control i have. hes nothing but a stranger to me-wait, no, hes like dirt that deserves nothing but bad luck to come his way. its either he wanted me or cant have me. and he chose wrong so hes going to have live with it for the rest of his life and pretend i dont even exist. and thats that’

you ran your hands on your face then closed your eyes

‘natsu, you dont understand, we-- we were children! i was still a student! we didnt know,, we didnt know anything about babies! i-i feel like shite because i brought upon this rage in you towards him, your father! i want to make things right! to make peace!’

‘DO YOU THINK I NEVER SAW THE TIMES YOU SAT ON THIS SAME FCKING TABLE, LOOKING AT THE BANK ACCOUNT AND CRYING BECAUSE WE WOULDNT HAVE ENOUGH FOR FOOD TOMORROW? OR-OR WHEN YOU BEGGED-BEGGED- YOUR BOSS FOR MORE SHIFTS SO YOU COULD MAINTAIN A ROOF OVER OUR HEAD? YOU THINK I DONT SEE THAT SHITE?! BECAUSE I DO! I SEE IT AND IT STILL GIVES ME NIGHTMARES TO THIS DAY BECAUSE I COULDNT DO ANYTHING TO HELP YOU! I JUST SAT THERE AND LET YOU SUFFER IN SECRET BECAUSE I WAS JUST A CHILD! AND DO YOU KNOW WHO’S AT FAULT WITH ALL OF THIS?! HIM! HES THE REASON WHY YOU SHED EVERY BLOOD, EVERY SWEAT, AND EVERY TEAR! ITS BECAUSE OF HIM I NEVER SEE YOU BECAUSE YOURE BUSTING YOUR ASS AT WORK FOR ME! ITS BECAUSE OF HIM THAT I PLAY LIKE MY LIFE DEPENDS ON IT SO I CAN BE SCOUTED AND EARN MONEY FOR US IN THE FUTURE! HIM! ALL HIM!’

angry tears were falling down his face and you stood up to hold him but he shot up

‘natsu-baby-please calm-’

‘WHO DOES THAT TO A CHILD’

his voice cracked and he hiccuped

‘IT DIGUSTS ME THAT I SHARE THE SAME BLOOD AS HIM AND I AM MADE WITH 50% OF HIM! AND I SEE THAT LOOK IN YOUR EYES BECAUSE I REMIND YOU OF HIM, DONT I? I HATE THAT! HE DID THAT TO YOU!’

you held on to him and tried to tell him to calm down because you knew how distructive he could be

‘I HATE HIM. AND I CANT BELIEVE YOURE TRYING TO CONVINCE ME TO SEE HIM. HOW COULD YOU’

maybe it mustve been the stress from midterms and the competitions but his heart was hammering and he could see nothing but red and feel nothing else but anger running through his veins

‘no, dumpling, youre misunderstanding because i-’

but he swatted your hand away, eyes staring at his shoes

‘i need to get away right now. just- i’ll be at katsuki’s house. dinner was good so thanks’

he mumbled and rushed to the hallway, picking up his gym bag and quickly slipping on his shoes

you ran to the door and held on to him

‘natsu we can talk this out! please! dont go! just stay-’

he shut his eyes to calm himself down before turning and giving you a soft kiss on your forehead

‘ill be back tomorrow. just let me go blow off some steam, kay, ma?’

but he didnt even give you an answer because he was already out the door

the walk from his apartment complex to katsuki’s house should’ve only taken nearly 10 minutes but he was so pre-occupied and distracted that he ended up missing the turns and ended up in an unfamiliar street

based on his surroundings, he was in the city but he remained his gaze on his shoes, just walking and walking, not stopping

this caused him to miss the stoplight and he was the only person who continued walking, the shouts and yells from the pedestrians falling deaf on his ears

but it finally opened up with a loud honking and a bright light that made him freeze in shock until it collided with him, sending him flying and falling unconscious

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natsu groaned, not because of the pain but because of the bright light

‘oh god, i died and im going to the light’

he mumbled but a frantic shout made his eyes fully open up

‘NO DONT GO TO THE LIGHT! OH GOD! I JUST KILLED SOMEONE!’

natsu turned to the direction of the voice and he jumped then rolled over to get away but indeed, the pain from the collision stopped him

‘ugh’

he groaned and winced

‘hey, hey, you okay?’

the high-pitched voice asked and natsu raised his head to see the boy with orange hair kneeled down in front of him and hands hovering over him

‘i feel,,, ugh’

natsu sniffed and the boy helped him sit up so he could fully look around

‘where am i?’

he asked and the boy shuffled to kneel down beside him

‘japan. sendai. oh, im hinata shoyo by the way! so sorry i hit you with my bike!’

but natsu’s jaw dropped

‘hinata,,, shoyo?’

his eyes widened and he completely forgot about the pain as he stood on his feet, pointing at the tangerine

‘OLYMPICS!’

he shouted and he was getting scared, eyes drifting to everywhere and pacing in circles

‘did i,,,, no, that doesnt happen. damn izuku wouldnt shut up about doctor who. its not possible, just not! right?!’

hinata was now panicked and thought he really messed up the guy in the head because the h/c boy was now walking in circles, murmuring angrily, and face switching expressions every millisecond

‘oh my god, i need to take you to the hospital! i messed you up!’

hinata frantically grabbed his phone but natsu jumped and grabbed the device

‘no. no, its fine. i just-,,,, i dont remember anything’

natsu played and hinata’s eyes got even wider

‘OH MY GOD I REALLY DID SOMETHING WORSE!’

but natsu placed his hands on his idol’s shoulders to calm him down

‘no hospital, no needles, no medics. just,,, call your emergency contact or something’

it was quite funny that the victim had to console the cause of the accident but hinata nonetheless complied and hit the call button

‘your mom?’

natsu asked but hinata shook his head

‘no. my team manager, l/n y/n. she’d know what to do’

but natsu’s brain exploded

‘l/n,,,, y/n?’

my ma?

oh god i really did mess up

this is going to be a whole mess and i can already feel it but yanno what? imma just go with the flow and go through with your guys’ thoughts and ideas so in a way, you can control (??) the story?? idk i really dont know what im doing but i just needed to put this into writing bc ive been thinking about it since i woke up. also, do you think i should write this in a headcanons way or normal writing way?

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peculiarmindset · 3 years

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Here’s my fic :)

" Your still at it? Work ended hours ago come sit with me.", he whined.

Draco barely looked up from his paper, giving a half hearted answer. " Give me a few more minutes...", he said tapping away at the edge of his desk.

" Come onnn. We work all day lets relax a bit.", Harry sat up a bit growing more passionate.

Draco rolled his eyes. " Well I do atleast, you think being an Auror is easy"

" No of course not I know that its just - " Harry was interrupted by a loud growl emanating from his stomach.

" Hungry?", Draco teased. " You just had a snack a few minutes ago didnt you?", he watched his partners facial expression change from uncomfortable to mischievous as he cocked his leg to the side and let out a bubbly, barely audible fart.

"Nope.", Harry said smuggly.

" Thats digusting Harry.", he complained burying his head in his stack of papers.

" Yep, bet you cant do better.", Harry challenged him. He had no doubt in his mind that Draco could do better, he just wanted to see him try. He knew for a fact that Draco held his farts in all day long and work. AND he also knew that Draco hated farting infront of him, so much so that his ass sounded like trumpeter all night.

"I CAN do better, I just have some dignity unlike -", he was cut off by the sound of another one of harrys farts. This one was louder and tempered of at the end, like it was running out of air.

" All im gathering is that you couldnt." Harry pushed.

Draco spinned around in his chair to face Harry. " You know what..." he said deciding that besting harry is more valuable than his dignity. He lifted his ass slightly from his soft leather chair, casually assaulting its seat with his foul wind.

PRRRPPT!

Harry smirked, revelling at the fact that he got Draco out of his shell.

" Weak.", he retorted. Harrys stomach muscles visibly tensed as he let out a rumbly fart.

Draco wrapped his hands around his knee, pulling it into his torso. A long bubbly fart rolled its way out of him for what felt like 10 minutes.

" Ahhh. Whos weak now." Harry walked over to Draco and took a seat on his lap.

" Still you." Harry said as he ripped one right onto Dracos unsuspecting lap.

" Your a pest, you know.", Draco couldnt help but laugh as he kissed his boyfriends cheek.

" You love me though."

" That I do"

*Thank you so much for writing me something- I loved it! 🥰 Also, fun fact: I actually wrote me own Drarry fart contest- it’s pretty epic and it’s in one of the future chapters of Pureblood Plumbling. So look forward to it 😉 If anyone else wants to write me what I requested in my pinned post, then please feel free to! I’ll reciprocate back 😘

**Also, the reason why I was able to crank out this drabble quickly was because I’ve been slowly working on it for a while now (I had a feeling someone would ask for face-farting so I had to be prepared). I’m just saying this so in case someone wants to write me something as well, most likely it’ll take me a bit longer to give you a drabble back 😅

“Ohhhh…Harry.”

Draco moaned in Harry’s mouth, their tongues sliding against one another’s, sucking as if wanting to devour the other.

Harry’s lips slowly slid away as he nibbled across Draco’s cheek and moved down to suckle at a sweet spot that Draco had on his neck, making the blonde moan even louder.

“Turn around, love.” Harry urged. Draco readily did so and Harry looked with hungry eyes as the sight of the blonde on his knees and hands, wearing nothing but his underwear, bent over so his glorious arse was facing right in front of Harry was tantalizing.

Harry, who was completely nude himself, leaned forward to give a playful bite on one of his lover’s clothed bum cheeks.

Just as he went to give the other cheek another bite, he heard Draco’s stomach give a loud growl.

All he heard was Draco’s alarmed voice saying, “Harry, wait! I’m about to-“ and suddenly a loud burst of air erupted all over Harry’s face, the earthy smell of musk mixed with rotten eggs encasing him.

Harry coughed, blinking in surprise as Draco turned around, his face red in horror.

“I’m so sorry! I don’t- I didn’t mean- oh Merlin, I knew I shouldn’t have eaten all those baked beans!” Draco stuttered, looking back and forth between Harry’s face and the door, wanting to run away and cry.

Harry stared at him with wide eyes, his mind going in circles. There was only one thought he had.

“Do it again.”

Draco froze as he looked back at Harry. “What?”

“I liked it. Do it again.” Harry repeated, almost demanded this time.

As Draco continued to look at him with eyes wide like a doe, Harry gently turned his boyfriend around and brought him back to the same position as before.

“…Harry?” He heard Draco ask hesitantly.

Harry rubbed his face over his lover’s underwear-covered bum, straying right over where his arsehole was. He reach over and splayed his hand over the other’s belly, feeling the rumbles underneath his palm.

“Just let it go, Draco. Please.” When Draco did nothing, still confused about what was going on, Harry decided to take matters into his own hands (literally) and pushed his hand right into the other’s stomach.

He heard Draco gasp and another brassy fart was let loose into Harry’s face.

Bbbbrrrrrrrrrttttttt!

They both moaned, Draco from the relief and embarrassment while Harry due to the sheer euphoria and intensity of the smell that hit him directly.

Harry continued to press down and squeeze Draco’s belly, forcing out all the gas that was trapped inside his lover to come out.

Draco’s moans were heard over and over throughout their bedroom, loud emissions from his rear end repeatedly bursting forth.

Harry’s groans were also heard, sounding almost tortured as the bubbly, almost booming sounds and the primal stench of his lover’s gas made him shiver in a mixture of delight and disgust.

At one point, Harry even lowered the blonde’s briefs and his eyes had practically burned in hot desire as he watched Draco’s hole literally open and practically shake as a large fart exited from him, the blonde’s bum shaking slightly from the power behind his fart.

It was madness.

Harry couldn’t get enough.

Harry grabbed his lover’s arse in his strong hands and shoved his nose right up his lover’s hole.

He let out another groan as Draco’s next farts went directly into his own body, the smell entering into his nostrils as he could literally feel Draco’s warm and slightly moist air hit his face, trapping him so he couldn’t escape from the other’s farts even if he wanted to.

This continued on for quite some time, the room filled with loud moaning and choking sounds as Draco continued to gas out Harry.

Finally, it seemed like Draco had finally ran out of gas- his farts getting softer and airier as they came along. Harry was fine with this since he now had time to catch his breath.

Both boys eventually shifted their bodies until they were laying down, facing one another, looking at each other with molten eyes as they panted and tried to get their heavy breathing under control, their minds still swirling from an overload of sensations.

When things had calmed down once more, Harry lazily wrapped an arm over the other while Draco curled into him cozily.

When Harry leaned forward to give Draco a kiss, Draco grimaced and leaned his face away.

“Oh no, no way am I gonna kiss you right now. Not after knowing where your face has been.” Draco pointed out, raising an eyebrow at his lover.

Harry only grinned.

They cuddled together for a bit more, both of them feeling a little shy but more accepting in what had just transpired between them.

Then another growl came from Draco’s stomach.

They both looked at each other.

“Ready for round two?” Draco asked suggestively.

Harry’s eyes glinted as he nodded.

***Goodness, I forgot how hard it was to write (kinda?) smut 😅 And godddd…writing face-farting is hard. But I hope you enjoyed this story and if you or anyone else wants to write me a fic (see pinned post above) please feel free to do so- in exchange, I’ll write you a Drarry drabble or post one of my drabbles that I have saved up from other fandoms. (But no more face-farting for the time being please- I don’t think I can write another one so soon 😆)

#Asks #Farting #HP #Harry #Draco

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words-for-holland · 4 years

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Happier (10) | T.H.

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: After the events of last night, Tom and Y/N are completely heartbroken. More threats are thrown out. Tom leaves???

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A/N: WOW 10 CHAPTERS ALREADY?! If you made it this far..Thanks for sticking around! What has been your favorite part in the series so far??

Anger

There was no way to describe it. The unsettling feeling erupted between Y/N and Tom after last night. At that point, they weren’t sure of where to go from here, but I guess that’s what happens when one lets their guard down. Once thinking they had a second chance to rebuild what was lost, has now drifted further and further apart.

Y/N knew she should be angry at Unknown, for being the reason why she had to experience heartbreak a second time. Yet, she also couldn’t help but feel anger towards Tom. There had to be a reason behind the kiss, but something inside her didn’t want to let go of the fact that he did kiss Natalie in the end. It wasn’t staged, it wasn’t questionable pictures, it was real and Y/N had the displeasure of seeing it up close.

The images wouldn’t leave her mind, and no one was there to look out for her. Kate was gone, and Harrison and Harry took a weekend for themselves. For the first time ever...it was just her against the world.

Y/N hadn’t moved from her position since she yelled at Tom. Crouched on the floor, her back leaning against the door, her arms wrapped tightly around her knees. Her mind and her heart had left her body, while she was very much alive, her current state might as well deem her dead. She was waiting for someone, something to give her a sign that everything was going to be okay.

Thats when she heard the soft knocks. Three knocks at a time. Once. Twice. Then a third time. Y/N refused to open the door, thinking it was still Tom, but the more she waited the more the enfuriating knocking would not stop. After a couple more, she was ready to open door just to stop it. Another part was also curious to know what Tom had to say about last night. Maybe just maybe they’d get through it again like they did before. Y/N wiped her tears dry, and turned the doorknob.

It wasn’t Tom.

Natalie with her neatly waved, dirty blonde hair appeared at the door, her hand in mid knock. She gently placed it down and gave Y/N a tight-lipped smiled. “May I come in?” She asked in her robust english accent.

“Let me think about it. You’re in a PR relationship with my ex-boyfriend, you stole my ex-boyfriend’s clothes without permission and posted it all over social media when you said you wouldn’t...and let me see I know there was one more thing I was forgetting...” Y/N sarcastically ponders the thought, tapping her finger on her chin. “Oh yeah..you managed to kiss him right in front of me when there was no need for the PR. So if you asking to come into my room as if you’ve been my best friend all my life..You’re out of your fucking mind.” She speaks out bitterly.

Natalie looks at Y/N surprised at the attitude thrown at her. She knew Y/N was one for being a forgiving and generous girl, but today she saw a whole side of her. Natalie smirks at the comment and the result of her stunt. “Okay, then I won’t play the nice gal anymore. Now this is your last warning. Stay. Away. From. Tom.” Natalie threatens, jabbing her finger into Y/N’s chest as she emphasizes the last four words.

It clicked for Y/N as if a lightbulb when off in her head. She always had her assumptions, but Natalie’s threat was enough to prove her theory. “It is you...You’re Unknown. This whole time...From the moment I started to drift away from Tom..It was because of you!” Y/N yells out in frustration.

Natalie laughs manically. “Oh babes. You’re funny if you think I’m Unknown. Im only a part of your nightmare. And it’s going to keep on going and going. I’ll make sure you never wake from it.”

Y/N glares at Natalie, shaking her head in disbelief. “I don’t understand why you’re doing this..if you’re not Unknown, who is?”

“Like I’d ever tell you who Unknown is. I wasn’t lying about that part though. Unknown is on to me as well if I don’t play my role in this game.” Natalie scoffs as she looks at her fresh pressed manicure.

“If Unknown is threatening you, then why don’t you stop them? Why help make my life miserable when you know all of us are being pulled by the strings?” Y/N interrogates Natalie, furrowing her eyesbrows in confusion. No human being would be that cruel to ruin somone else’s life for no apparent reason. She assumed that Natalie was lying for the sake of keeping herself safe from Unknown, but from what?

“Because you took the one thing I ever truly cared about. Tom and I were doing fine, until you came into the picture.” Natalie glares at Y/N. She wanted to make sure her message was loud and clear. “I want to make you feel the pain and loss I felt when Tom left me.”

Y/N looks at her with digust, almost sick to her stomache the way Natalie talked down to her. “You cant change the way he feels Natalie.”

“No, but it seems like you’re doing that just on your own. Honestly Y/N, how much longer do you think he’ll take the more you push him away? Unknown and I are just the boost, you’re insecurities is what’s doing the magic. God, I cant wait to see how far it goes.” Natalie smirks as she turns toward the door.

“Then why keep going Natalie? You have Tom, the publicity, the looks. What more do you want?” Y/N challenges her.

“Acceptance.” She simply states. “And I wouldn’t bother bringing this up or trying to make ammends with Tom. You know Unknown will continue to pull more strings. In fact, I heard he got so sick of everything, he’s leaving on the next flight for Germany.” Natalie emphasizes, hoping to hit a trigger point for Y/N.

Y/N remained frozen, feeling so defeated as she looked at Natalie one last time before she made her way out shutting the door. Tom left. He left because of her and now she was truly alone.

Natalie skips her way downstairs to see Tom on the phone with his agent. He’s clearly distressed about last night and sitting down with his phone in hand. “Germany?! Now?!” He asks. “I..I cant. I have something going on right now. I have to fix this. I cant leave.” He speaks out as the voice talks over him. Tom was in no mood for games and he certaintly wasn’t ready to pack his bags and leave for an emergency shoot while Y/N locked herself in her room thinking he cheated on her with Natalie.

“Please...I need to set this right. I can’t think about work right now—.” Tom pleads.

“Tom, I get it. You’re heartbroken. Y/N’s heartbroken, but this is important. Not coming through with this could damage your career and cost you millions under contract.” His agent regretfully shares. “Trust me I tried to find a way out for you, but there’s no loophole. Natalie’s agents have it in their control and breaking it could mean all your money goes to them.”

Tom placed the phone on his forehead as he tries to channel and calm his anger. Natalie was getting on his nerves by the second. If it weren’t for this stupid contract, he would have never agreed to the PR stunt, let alone..let her live in their house for as long as they had. “Don’t tell me this all because of the fucking stunt.” He grumbled, trying his best to contain the frustration.

“Yes and no. It’s for the movie. They want to start filming and start setting up interviews for behind the scenes. Natalie will be there too, but I can make sure you are allowed to go alone...if it makes it any better.”

While Tom’s agent tried to make his job less difficult...it really didn’t make it any better. He’d avoid another stunt, but it also meant being far away from Y/N, right when she needed him the most. She had to hear the truth of what really happened that night.

Speaking of the woman herself, Natalie padded her way innocently towards Tom. Her arms crossed, her hair slightly fluffed, almost as if she were trying to show the world how soft she was. “You should go.” She says sweetly in her accent.

Tom looks at her in disgust as he tries to back away. “Not like I had a choice.” He leaves Natalie alone, making his way to pack his things. He knocked on Y/N’s door one last time to see if she would answer, but nothing. However, that didnt meant it would stop him from saying what had to be said. “Y/N, look...I know youre extremely pissed at me right now and you have every right to be. But you have to believe me when I tell you that it meant nothing to me at all. I..I..I have to go right now, and leave for Germany, but when Im done with this stupid contract Im coming back for you. I promise.” He laments, sliding a folded note under her doorway.

Unfortunately for Y/N she did not hear a single word that came from Tom. Her body and mental state had made her so overly exhausted, it put her in a state of deep sleep. If she couldn’t face the problems in the real world ar the moment, at least she could escape it in her dreams. So there it laid on the hardwood floor just hidden under the purple tapestry rug, Tom’s heartfelt note waiting to be read.

Tom made it to Germany in two hours time. The whole plane ride, he couldn’t help but wonder if Y/N had listened to anything he said, if she even bothered to read his note to her. He couldn’t worry much about his projects when the woman he loved was hurting again, right after he swore he’d do anything to protect her. The first two days passed ever so slowly. Tom’s anticipation to go back home moved quicker than the seconds on the clock. But here he was, sitting down in a green room waiting to be interviewed, feeling completely useless.

Light footsteps click clacked in the hallway, and the noise started getting closer, it became louder and clearer. Out of the shadows of the hallway was Natalie, dressed in a gold floral dress, with looks that could kill and make any woman envious. “Umm...we still got 30 minutes before we go on.” She smiles, talking ever so gently. Natalie takes the seat beside him on the couch, trying her best to hold on to his hands.

Tom rolls his eyes, yanking them out of her reach. “Stop it Natalie. Im tried of this shit already.” He reacts, distress straining his voice.

Natalie’s smile drops the moment she hears him say those words. “Tom...I was just..”

“No! You are taking this stunt way too seriously. What you did back in London is really shit of you. Taking my clothes, and kissing me without my consent?! What the fuck Natalie?!” Tom raises his voice, the lines on his forehead creasing.

“I thought it was a rather cute thing to do. Besides the people loved it, and don’t act like you didn’t love the kiss. I felt the passion in there.” Natalie justifies, flipping her golden locks as if her action had no consequences.

Tom laughs in disbelief. “Natalie. You ruined my chances with Y/N. I pushed you away the moment you pressed your lips on mine.”

“Why her? Why are you so caught up on Y/N? I told you so many times that she’s not good for you. She’s not even British. I meant what I said about the both of us being great together. Look at the pictures, the reactions. People love us. Thats why we got this lousy interview in the first place.”

“But Natalie...I don’t know how many times I have to tell you this. I love Y/N. I dont care what the whole world thinks. It will always be her.”

Natalie looks at him with teary eyes. This wasn’t how it was supposed to work. After everything she’s been through, after all the things she did for Unknown, Tom was supposed to be with her. “I don’t understand. You were supposed to love me!” She screams, her eyes burning with fury. “I was supposed to win in the end!”

“You can’t force someone to love you Natalie!” He screams back, his face turning redder by the minute. “Im not some prize to be won.” There’s silence in the room. Breaths heaving and panting as they try to recollect themselves. Tom takes another breath before he continues, “Look, we may have been childhood friends and gotten close, but this doesn’t mean we were endgame. Y/N came into my life and my whole life changed for the better with her. It’s like I can breathe, laugh, see the world in a whole new light because of her.”

Natalie sniffles, looking away as she hears the truth that she can no longer deny. Tom was truly in love with Y/N and no amount of backstabbing, threats, PR stunts, or fights could break them apart. They were meant for each other. “I just wish it was with me.” She whispered.

Tom shakes his head, now talking more gently. “I know, but believe when I tell you, I’m not that guy. Somewhere out there you’ll find someone who makes you feel the way I feel about Y/N every second of the day.” He places his hand on her shoulder as she gently touches it and pushes it away. She could no longer be angry, all the anger had left and was replaced with sadness. Natalie couldn’t help but wonder if this is how Y/N felt after everything she’s been put through. Maybe worse more or less, but was this what a broken heart felt like?

It was time for the interview, and as Tom made his way out, Natalie stayed behind. A change of heart was taking place inside her, and with everything that’s happened, she wanted to set things right. “What are you still doing here? Get your arse into that interview.” Her mother grumbles as she yanks her daughter’s wrist to the door.

“Mother...he doesn’t love me.” Natalie, whispers, her voice almost disappearing.

“I told you, he’ll learn. If you weren’t doing such a lousy job, maybe he would learn to love you.” Her mother rolls her eyes, still trying to drag her out to the room.

Natalie shakes her head holding back. “He won’t ever love me. Tom..he’s truly in love with Y/N, and that’s not something we can ever break. Every obstacle makes them stronger, and even now Tom is still willing to win her back. We can’t win mum.”

“Don’t tell me you’re growing a soft heart now. You’re more to blame than me. Naughty girl, always trying to break them up for your own good. If you weren’t so keen on —“

“No mum! That’s what you wanted! You wanted me to get the fame and fortune. I wanted love..but not like this. Not if we’re forcing Tom to love me when he doesn’t.” She wipes the tears from her eyes before continuing, “Im done with this. With everything. I’m going through this interview and that’s it. I want to set things write.”

“Then I’ll just ruin you and your friends with all the secrets and blackmail we’ve collected. You really want to be a part of that game?” Her mother threatens.

“You cant hurt us anymore, mum. No secret and blackmail will ever be big enough to break them. Every stone has been unturned.” With that Natalie makes her way into the interview where she sits next to Tom, in a very platonic way.

“So Tom and Natalie, tell us about your relationship. How is it going so far?”

Tom and Natalie looked at each other, smiling. Almost as if they were telepathically telling the other it was time to tell the truth. No more secrets. No more blackmail. This was it. The end was near.

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fangsfics · 5 years

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Die a hero?...No thanks Chapter 7

Trigger warning: self depreciating thoughts/ thoughts of disappearing

If someone asked Flug to describe dementia in one word, he'd slap them and repeat the word chaotic ten times. Why ten times, they may ask. That's because once doesn't even begin to encompass the chaotic nature of her. Thinking back, he was glad to have dropped 505 back at his apartment.

Thirty minutes into “Dementia style fun” and they were running from an angry mob of pissed off mall shoppers. No, she didn't try to steal anything. Stealing something would have been an easier feat compared to this. No, what she did was much worse. Within those thirty minutes, not only had she managed to fill every single elevator and escalator with bubble gum and cotton candy (pulled out from nowhere!!), but also positioned every single mannequin into extremely explicit positions in front of children shops and made it rain energy drinks from the sprinkler system. Flug was somehow roped into achieving the last one all on his own.

The worst part of it all was that Flug was having the time of his life! The adrenaline, feeling of exhilaration, the burn of lungs, it was all so great!

It was also horrible. He was a hero, a person of the upper moral echelon. He should be the one stopping people from committing these actions, not actively participating in it. But yet, he couldn't find it in himself to feel bad. Logically, he knew he should but the feelings weren't bubbling up like he thought they would.

No, he felt euphoric, like he was on top of the world! Nothing could stop him now!

Right now they were running from a mob of angry mall goers. He could hear the angry slaps of their feet and the loud cursing from right behind them. The mob was right on their heels and it was so damn exciting!

“Hey Fluggy buggy, what'd I tell ya? It's fun isn't it?!” Dementia screamed over the roar of the crowd.

Panting heavily, he threw her a large grin and a thumbs up.

“Eeeeee! I knew you'd love it! It's my favorite pass time on the weekends! Although I can't do it too often cause then the people recognize me and I get chased out before I can even do anything. Boring!” She threw her hands up, emphasising her last word.

He snorted loudly and looked back at the crowd to flip them off. Cries of indignation rang out and he snorted harder. Hah, what a riot! Dementia began to laugh wildly as well and screamed cuss words back at the crowd, causing them to rile up even more.

God, when was the last time he had this much fun? Honestly, he's never. Not in his childhood, teenagehood, current hood, never…Disappointing, he needed to have this more often.

Looking over at Dementia with her wide crazed smile, hair going crazy in the wind, he also realized he's never felt this comfortable with someone before either. He felt that they clicked in a way that no one could even begin to understand. A loud, chaotic earthquake and a calm ocean combining to create a devastating tsunami, ripping and terrorizing the local populace.

It was powerful, crazy, destructive! It was...was...pure fucking fun!!

He cackled madly and grabbed Dementia, pulling her into a side alley. She yelped at the sudden handling of her and glared at him.

“What are you doing?! Let me go! No one, but bon-bon touches me without permission!”

She gnawed at his arm in anger, seething at his audacity to touch her. She growled when he ignored her. They skid to a stop when they hit the end of the alley. The mob crowded in and blocked off the entrance.

“We have you now!”

“You can't run from us anymore!”

“You're gonna pay for ruining my clothes!”

“Uh, hey nerd? What's the plan now that you've trapped us?” Dementia whispered as she spit out a square of his lab coat. She stared anxiously at the crowd behind them. Flug turned around and scoured through his pockets, throwing small bits of paper away angrily. As his hand touched cold metal, he grinned and pulled out a small green and black disk.

“My plan is...this!” He yelled manically, slapping the disk onto his chest. The green glowed brightly as both Flug and Dementia began to float upward. Dementia's eyes widened as she felt herself become weightless. He cackled madly as the angry mob screamed in anger at their escape.

“Woah!! Fucking sweet dude! I'm flying!”

“We're flying, Dementia!”

“IM FLYINGGGGGG!”

Flug smirked at her and chuckled. He decided that he liked her, she was fun, interesting, kind of annoying. She could be the first friend he's ever had, 505 didn't count cause he was kinda like a son rather than a friend.

They rose about an inch above the building, bobbing up and down like a buoy. Flug gently placed her down on the roof and reached up to take off the disk. With a sudden small pop, the little disk exploded into several pieces causing Flug to fall face first onto the rooftop. He groaned in pain as he pushed himself up onto his knees, rubbing the irritated areas.

“Hahahahaha Seems like the nerd's also a clumsy dunce! Better watch out or you'll trip on air!”

Ok, she'd be an irritating friend. Still better than what he's had.

“Dementia! Shut up! I'm not clumsy, my device simply malfunctioned!”

“Oh Oh, that's even better” she giggled, “That means you're not a nerd anymore, no more smarts! Hahaha welcome to the brawn club, Population, Dementia~”

Flug rolled his eyes at her.

“You do realize smart people can make mistakes right?”

He looked over what was left of the disk. Most of the protective plastic had melted off and the wires had fused together. It was hard to tell what went wrong, but with his tools at home he could determine the cause in no time. It worked pretty well for a prototype.

“Does that mean I'm smart, Fluggy buggy?! Cause I've been told I'm dumber than rocks. Though I bet they wish they didn't say anything at all considering they died by said rocks a few moments later. That was pretty fun actually! Anyway I'm smart now!” Dementia gasped dramatically. “Maybe I can be Black Hat's nerd!”

“What? Dementia no. Yeah, you're smart in your own way, but you can't be Black Hat's “nerd”. It takes years of learning and mechanical knowledge. Plus who would take care of your job now?Also, you can't be smarter than me...Wait, I don't even want to be Black Hat's nerd. Fuck, scientist! Look at what you're making me say now!”

“Omg, you're so right!” Dementia squealed, ignoring his last statement, “Blacky would be without his body guard if I wasn't there! Look at your arms, there's no way you could take that place. They're practically sticks! Alright, you be the nerd and I'll be the brute! I'll even come and grace you with my magnificent prowess by smashing things!!”

“What n-”

“FEDOR ALYOSHA FLUG! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!” A thick Russian voice cut Flug off.

On the roof right behind them was Flug's dad, Strong Man, absolutely red in the face with anger. There was a large cracked crater under his feet, showcasing the strength of his landing. Dementia, deciding to take a strategic retreat, camouflaged and scurried away.

“D-dad, hold on! Please, it's not what it...looks like?”

Strong man glared sharply at his son.

“Don't. Even. Try. I know what happened and I beyond angry. Causing a scene at the mall, vandalizing property, constructing lewd scenes?! I taught you better than this. We're leaving now and you better have a good excuse or you might end up back at the academy!”

Strong man grabbed Flug's arm and dragged him away.

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Dementia watched as Flug and the large hero vanished from view. She hadn't completely left Flug to the hero's mercy. She hid behind a large vent, waiting for an opportunity to rescue him or that was what she expected to happen. What she didn't expect was for the hero to claim to be Flug's dad.

Flug's dad, a hero… digusting! She scrunched over, gagging at the thought. Ugh, she had to do something about this. Poor Fluggy trapped under a hero's lineage, stopped from causing mayhem at his heart's desire. He needed to be rescue as fast as possible.

First things first, Black hat needed to know. She stared at the spot they disappeared from, then scurried away toward the hat mansion.

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Flug slammed against the soft cushions of his couch. It didn't hurt, but his vision spun from the force of his impact. His dad stood before him, hand still outstretched from having shoved Flug down. Looking at the intimidating stature of his father, Flug’s body trembled in fear as he pushed himself up, his arms barely having enough strength to accomplish this. Strong man roughly shoved him down again, this time leaning his face inches away from Flug's own.

“You can't even begin to imagine the depth of anger right now. How could you do something like that?!” He choked, his voice tight with barely restrained rage, “I understood when you acted out as a teenager, that's normal, but now? Now you have no excuse. Where is your medicine?! I know you haven't been taking it!”

“Dad wai-”

“No! I don't want your excuses! You don't get any excuses anymore! You are a hero now! You have expectations that you must fulfill. Do you know how hard it was for me to make sure no one recognized you and that you didn't get arrested?!”

“If I could just expla-”

“You don't! You were too busy fraternizing with your new ‘friend’, causing trouble, ignoring any thought of the consequences! I have more than half a mind to get rid of this apartment and force you back to the academy, you obviously can't handle your freedom!”

“What! You can't do that! I paid for this and I am-”

“My son, I can do whatever I want with you! I raised you from childhood to adulthood, you are mine! Watch your tongue or I will go through with it! Do you understand?”

“.....”

“I said. Do. You. Understand?”

“...yes отец.”

“Good. From now on, you will come visit me every morning at 8 am so I can watch you take your meds. I will be the one giving them to you, so that way you can't switch them with sugar pills. And don't even say that you won't switch them, you can't be trusted with your medicine on your own anymore. I expect you tomorrow at 8 on the dot. If you are late even once from now on, it's the academy for you.”

With the last word, he stomped out of the apartment, slamming the door with finality.

Flug stared at the door and watched the wall splinter with cracks from the strength of slam. He didn't know when he started crying. The tears simply began to roll lightly down his face. He reached up to wipe at them, but they didn't stop no matter how many he wiped away. He didn't even know why he was crying, he felt completely numb.

Well he did at first. After a moment, pure sorrow cut through him like a sharp knife, crying turned to sobbing. His wails echoed through the apartment. He felt alone, pathetic, worthless. Nothing about him was worth a damn in the world. Maybe everyone would be happier if he just dis-

Warmth enveloped him in a hug and soft coos were purred next to his ear. 505, the gentle and loving bear that he had saved without a second thought. The bear that he had made a difference to, that he mattered to. He might not matter to anyone else in the world, but he knew that he mattered to 505.

He turned around and hugged 505 tightly around the middle as he bawled. He didn't think, he just let himself feel and get all the horrible sad emotions inside of him out.

He sat there, cuddled up to 505 until his tears ran dry and he felt numb again. His head hurt and his eyes burned. If he closed his eyes would everything disappear, would his pain stop? He pushed his face deeper into the soft blue fur and drifted off to a deep sleep.

#my writing #die a hero?...no thanks #villainous #villanos

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cryingbilldenbrough · 6 years

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Eddie's Fanny pack holds everything. Everything u need. All the answers to the universe. Once mike broke his lawnmower n was distraught about it but Eddie was like I got u bro and pulled out a new lawnmower from his fanny pack for mike.

this is a very funny prompt that i turned into a harry potter au and im not entirely sure why.

richie can’t solve the riddle again.

“what always comes, but never arrives?” the eagle knocker asks, so loud in the empty staircase, and there’s no one but richie around to hear it. richie sighs, rubbing his eyes behind his glasses, and tries to think.

his first answer was something stupid and dirty and the eagle knocker looked almost disappointed when richie laughed it out, but now richie’s been standing here for fifteen minutes and no one has come by to help him get in the common room. it’s late, his feet hurt, and richie still has half an essay to write before class tomorrow morning and he’s got to study for his OWLs and he has a pickup quidditch game with bill tomorrow afternoon.

“what always comes but never arrives?” the eagle asks again and richie wants to scream I DON’T KNOW at it until he loses his voice.

for the hundredth time, richie doubts the Sorting Hat’s choice to place him in Ravenclaw.

he wishes stan were here. stan would have known the answer right away and richie would be curled up in bed right now, curtains drawn tight and the heat of the fire warming him. but instead he’s shifting between his feet on the stone staircase, books heavy in his hands.

finally, he hears footsteps coming up the staircase. richie cranes his head to look behind him, trying to figure out if it’s someone from his house who will judge him for getting stuck outside of the common room yet again.

richie sees a flash of gold, the robes of a short boy with curly brown hair, and groans.

it’s a gryffindor. richie is going to be stuck out here for forever.

“hey,” the kid says, voice breathy from walking up all the stairs, “hard riddle tonight?”

richie clucks his tongue, a dismissal, and shifts on his feet. his books feel like they weigh a hundred pounds and richie just wants to fucking be in bed. the kid is wearing his fucking robes even though they’ve been out of class for hours and he’s wearing this weird purse-thing around his waist cinches the waist of his robes and makes them look like some weird dress. richie pushes his glasses back up on his nose and tries not to show the kid how frustrated this fucking riddle has him.

the small boy hums to himself, shifting his own books to his left arm so he can brush past richie and knock the knocker himself.

“what always comes but never arrives?“ the eagle repeats and richie is so fucking sick of its metallic voice.

“oh,” the boy says and richie knows what’s coming, it’s happened to him a thousand times. this is the moment when this fucking kid is going to make richie feel like a dumbass for not understanding the riddle despite being in the “smart” house. he squeezes his eyes shut and clenches his fists.

but the kid doesn’t scoff and answer right away. richie opens his eyes one at a time.

“that’s a hard one,” he says thoughtfully, and turns to richie to consider him. he looks patient, a little like he’s lying about how hard the riddle is, and richie is weirdly thankful. usually his peers make him feel stupid but this kid is looking at richie like he understands how much it kills richie to not know the answer. “but i think i might have it?”

richie gestures with a sweeping arm for the kid to get on with it.

“tomorrow!” the boy answers in a confident voice and the door swings open dramatically. richie is so surprised by its opening that he doesn’t think to step out of the way and it slams into him at full force, knocking him backwards and making him drop all his books. his glasses fall off as his head whips back and richie feels a hand shoot out and grab his arm to keep him from falling backwards down the stairs.

“you okay?” the kid yelps, hand holding onto richie hard. richie blinks, trying to see without his glasses and bends down to scoop up his books. they’re all big piles of blurry color and richie hazily sees the kid get down on his knees to help richie gather his scattered parchment.

“here,” he hears and the kid thrusts his glasses into his hands. richie slips them on and one of the lenses is cracked, right in the middle of his vision and richie groans as the world is thrust back into clarity. this is also the hundredth time he’s broken his glasses.

he stands, the kid handing him his books, and starts to enter the room. he’s tired and embarrassed and his glasses are broken and

“wait,” the gryffindor says suddenly, and richie wants to ignore it but the kid’s voice is soft and welcoming. “let me fix your glasses, you can’t stumble around half blind or you’ll walk into the lake or a fire or another student or you’ll fall down the stairs and it’ll be my fault because i didn’t keep the door from hitting you,”

he’s rambling, talking a mile a minute, and it’s just cute enough that richie doesn’t do what his gut tells him, which is ignore him and slam the door shut in his face.

richie stops his rambling by slipping his glasses off and holding them out. the world is blurry but manageable, and richie doesn’t miss it when the kid reaches into the weird purse thing, his arm going further and further in past the point of possibility. richie’s eyes almost bulge out of his head and he rubs them to make sure he’s actually seeing this, and then the kid pulls his wand out of the bag, an object much longer than should have been able to fit.

the kid notices richie’s look of surprise and explains, “i cast an extension charm on my fanny pack! now i can fit all kinds of stuff in here,” and then he’s tapping his wand on richie’s glasses and whispering repairio under his breath.

there’s sizzling sound and then the gryffindor is handing richie’s glasses back to him. richie slides them over his nose and the world is clear again.

“thanks,” richie makes himself say, and then he realizes he has no idea who even helped him, “what’s your name, kid?”

“eddie,” the boy answers and richie rolls it around on his tongue for a moment before nodding.

“i’m richie,” he says in response. he starts to climb the stairs up to the common room and spins to see eddie still standing at the door. it’s not really against the rules for other houses to be in the ravenclaw common room but it is late enough at night that richie knows he should probably send him away.

but eddie is looking at richie without the normal pity of someone who had to help richie in and without the digusted looks richie sometimes gets from his own housemates, the ‘who let this idiot in here’ glances that make richie feel two inches tall. eddie doesn’t judge richie for his inability to answer the riddle and that’s a feeling richie doesn’t get to experience often.

he decides to break the rules, just this once, just to maybe see eddie smile.

“you coming in or not?”

eddie grins at him, sharp enough that richie is surprised the kid isn’t actually a slytherin, and follows richie up the stairs.

send me prompts/headcanons/requests!!!

#reddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #harry potter au #it headcanons #my writing #THIS IS NOT AN INVITATION TO SEND ME HARRY POTTER AU REQUESTS LMAO #also i am Not Ready to decide what houses everyone is in officially #don't come for me for my choices lmao #also sorry this is bad it was very rushed and also i am Rusty

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words-for-holland · 4 years

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Happier (6) | T.H.

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: A deep conversation between Tom & Y/N takes place. Tom offers a solution to Y/N’s problem, but does she take it?! Can Harrison convince her?

A/N: It’s a rather short chapter but a lot of Tom & Y/N action!! I absolutely love reading all your therories and comments! Thank you guys so much for reading & sticking around!

Betrayal

Its a vile word for the people you trusted your life with. Still in a state of shock, Y/N couldnt understand why Katie would have betrayed her like this. To think she was her best friend through thick and thin, always having each other’s back...it all seemed meaningless. Now here she was, packing up and trying to figure out where to go from here. London wasn’t an option and neither was the city with the rent being so high up.

As if her path was written by the stars, Tom had decided to call her the moment she started zipping up her bag. Y/N knew it wasn’t a good idea to answer, but it was almost instinctive in the moment. Truthfully, she needed someone. Someone to tell her it was going to be okay. “Hey, look. I know you probably hate me after the last time we talked on the phone like this, but I just wanted to say Im sorry.” Tom’s voice spoke softly through the phone as he let out a slight chuckle of nervousness.

Y/N smiled slightly as she listened to his voice. It was the most conforting thing she had heard, and could only imagine his voice wrapping around her to make her feel some sort of ease. “Yeah. No it’s um..it’s fine, really.” Y/N responds trying to calm her breathing after sobbing for the past hour.

“Yeah I guess, you were right. Maybe I was just jealous, because..I mean you already knownhow I feel. But you’re your own person so I can totally understand why you’d want to see new people. After all you broke up with me and—” Tom started getting more nervous as he continued to over explain his reasoning, but Y/N didnt seem to pay any attention as she lets out what was bothering her.

“Kate’s been crossing us.” She interrupts.

“Wait what? What do you mean?” Tom asks now more concerned, pushing the phone closer to his ear.

“She leaked information about Natalie staying thats where the rumors came from and she sent those pictures of Matt and I to Natalie’s publicist.” Y/N says as she closes her eyes.

Tom was more confused and in complete shock. Not understanding why Y/N’s most trusted best friend who do this to her. “Y/N...I dont know what to say..I’m sorry.” He replies, feeling defeated that there was nothing he could do, especially since she was so far away from him. Even if Y/N would have rejected his advances, he knew she needed him...now more than ever.

“Don’t be. It’s fine.” Y/N lies as she sits down on the bed, silently crying.

“No, it’s not Y/N. I know you’re hurting and I wish I could be there to do something about it.” Y/N smiles at his words. For every sad and painful moment, there would always be some sort of comfort. Tom was hers. For a moment...just one moment, she forgot about all the terrible things that happened. The betrayal, the rumors, Natalie. The moment felt like it was meant just for Tom and Y/N.

But not all moments last forever. Y/N’s phone went off, alerting her of a notification. In fear, she thought the unknown number was ready to leave another threat for talking to Tom, but it wasn’t. Though it was just a simple Twitter notification that came up, it showed that Tom and Natalie were out again on display for the Public. Casually flirting back and forth, with pictures of their social media interaction with each other. Her heart sank even more..if it was even possible.

He was still with her, even if it was pretend. Y/N thought back to when Natalie first arrived to stay with them, and how she slowly tried to flirt her way and spend time with Tom. She thought about how well they worked and looked good together, and how she left Tom saying “You’d be happier with her.” While it was all under the unknown’s plan to say those exact words, Y/N couldn’t help but feel some sort of truth to it. Certainly, she wasn’t happier with everything thats happened, but for Tom...at least he still had a chance to be happier with Natalie.

“Y/N? You still there?” Tom asked through the phone, when he didn’t hear Y/N say anything for a good while.

She shook her head to stop her thoughts as she replied, “Yeah...still here.”

“Oh okay. Good. I thought you hung up on me.” Tom laughs nervously. “Look, uhh maybe we should focus on what you’re gonna do. So do you have a place to stay?”

Y/N looks around as she sighs in defeat. “No. I’d find an apartment but the rent is so high here in the city especially for those that live alone, and I really dont feel like moving back in with my parents right now.”

Tom listened to her dilemma closely, when he offered without hesitation, “Come back here.”

“Tom, you know thats not an option nor a good idea for us. I told you we needed space, and I certainly don’t want to live under the same roof with a girl your fake dating at the moment.” She says in digust, voiced laced with anger.

“Calm down, Y/N. Im just offering you a solution and I could make sure you don’t see her. It’s a big house after all.”

“It’s not happening.” Y/N says quickly to end the dispute. Y/N stops to think about her other option, one Tom make not very well like. “Maybe I could ask Matt. I know he doesnt live too far from here.”

“Okay, now you’re being delusional. That’s definitely not happening.” Tom scoffs, as he thinks about the sickening idea. “I don’t want you near him.”

“You cant tell me what to do.”Y/N snaps at him. “Just like I’m not telling to stop being near Natalie, let alone enter a PR relationship.”

“Well at least Im being honest and open about it and not hiding it like an immature child.” Tom fires back. Y/N was at a loss with the way he responded to her. While she did keep it secret, deep down she knew it was for his own good..but he would never know. “Im sorry. I didnt mean it. It’s just...I wish you were more honest with me..with everything. It hurts you know.”

“Yeah..” Y/N whispers on the phone, feeling guilty and upset by where they’ve ended up. “I know. I’m sorry too. I want to be honest with you about everything but I cant for good reason.”

“No reason is good enough, if you have to keep secrets from people you love.” Tom says bluntly. “Look Im not gonna make you choose where you want to go from here. It’s your decision and life. Im just saying my door is always open for you...no matter how many times you hurt me.”

“It’s not your obligation Tom. I’ll be fine with whatever happens to me. I have to be, but thank you.” Y/N says as she bids him farewell.

As Y/N grabs her stuff and heads toward the door so do Harrison and Harry. “We booked a hotel for a night, if you want to stay with us.” Harry says as he tried his best to smile for her.

Y/N does in return and nods. “Yeah. Okay let’s go.”

Harry, Harrison, and Y/N made it to Aviary Hotel in silence. No one was sure what they should say to the other, when everything had gone to shit in the past month. Once everyone settled down, Harry decided to go down and grab food the group, while Harrison stayed to watch over Y/N in case she needed anything. “So, you told Tom, Im guessing?” Harrison asked, sitting across the other bed as he watched her intently.

Y/N nodded not saying anything as she brushed her hair avoiding eye contact. She thought for a moment deciding if she should tell him about what really happened in the phone conversation. “He and I fought..kinda I guess. I told him I didnt have a place to stay and he wanted me to stay with you guys, but I said it’s not a good idea and then I mentioned Matt, and everything went downhill from there.”

“Wait why not? Why can’t you stay with us?” Harrison asked.

Y/N gave him a look as if he didn’t know the reason already. His blue eyes shifting from surprise to realization. “Right, I forgot.” They sat in silence for a few seconds before Harrison interjects again. “You know, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. I know Natalie and the unknown number still poses a threat, not to mention risky, but it’d be unexpected for them.” He offered.

Y/N thinks hard about it, her brows furrowing. “Yeah okay...but how does this that make it any better knowing that Im living with my ex-boyfriend who is also living under the same roof with a girl that he’s fake dating not to mention your childhood friend, and may very well be the other person terrorizing me.”

Harrison looks at her as he rubs his face in embarassment. “Well..when you put it that way.”

“Harrison, you can put it in any other way you want, it’s still going to be a bad idea.” She says.

“Look just think about it, okay. Its a big house, and you can use the attic room upstairs if you dont want to see anyone and have schedules until we can sort all of this out. And if it bothers you that much I even have a friend that lives close by who also needs a roommate herself.”

Y/N looks at Harrison skeptically, as he weighs out her options. “You really out here trying to find a way to make me stay with you guys and leave home huh?”

Harrison smiles as he combs back his dirty blonde hair. “No, Y/N. This here?” He points out arms wide, gesturing to the room to represent New York. “It was your home. Your real home, whether you want to believe it or not, it’s with us back in London. I know everything has been rough between you and Tom, but we’re going to find a way. I promise.”

Y/N sheds a tear, as she hears Harrison speak. He was right. Home just didn’t feel like home anymore. Not without them, but as much as she wanted to say yes, the odds of it being okay were against her...that couldn’t be ignored.

“So what do you say?”

Taglist:

#tom holland imagine #tom holland x reader #peter parker #peter parker imagine #peter parker x reader #tom holland

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