#my first fanfic

[phoebepheebsphibs]

Hello! Sorry to bother you, but the pictures in "Hide and Seek" on AO3 seem to have broken, and I can't find them on your tumblr. Would you please fix it, if you can? Thank you either way!

So I just checked and you're right, for some reason the illustrations aren't showing up (tho I could see the cover art at the beginning)

This is weird, and I'll try to see what I can do about it...

In the meantime, here's the illustrations thus far!

[cutiecusp]

Baby, I'm your man.

Part two to Edge of Heaven. Read this first if you'd like, I don't make the rules 💓

https://www.tumblr.com/cutiecusp/748001595753742336/edge-of-heaven?source=share

Thank you all so so much for the love! Best friend Simon has my heart, totally.

Warnings. These two idiots act on it. So smut. P in V, oral, feelings. Unedited. Written in about 30 mins this time ;) MDNI, it may be a little long as I kinda wanna make it a wrapped up second part and not three, sorry!!!!

Best friend Simon and Reader have confessed feelings, cue one steamy car ride home. (Lyrics highlighted in pink)

You relaxed into Simons arms as he deepened the kiss, his tongue gently probing your mouth, forcing a moan from your lips, followed by a gasp as his lips trailed across your jaw and down your neck.

"Such pretty sounds, love. All for me?" Simon asks, teasingly. His hand gently moves up your thigh, fingertips tracing circles around your soft skin.

The pad of his thumb pushes your legs apart, and he sees just how much the night has affected you.

"So fucking wet already, love?" He teases, dragging a gentle finger over your lacy knickers.

"At this rate I'm not sure we will even make it home."

You try and shut your legs, embarrassment flushing over you, but Simon held you open a little longer.

"So good, so divine, baby, wanna take you here..." he murmurs, watching your arousal completely soak the fabric in his hand.

"But... I kinda wanna take my time with you." He pulls away, and puts his hands back on the wheel.

"Give me five minutes to get us home, love. Then I'll be your man." He starts up the engine and gives you a heated look.

He pulls back onto the main road, your heart pounding in your chest. Simon had been your biggest secret crush for years, and tonight was the night that you were gonna act on it.

You press your legs together, trying to ease the pressure off your sensitive folds.

"Simon.. I.. " You start, but you can't find the words to explain. You pause, and try again.

"Simon.. I.. This isn't a one time thing for me." You manage to croak out. Your face crimson as you put your feelings out on the table.

Simon simply smiles and nods.

"I know love, me too."

💗

He pulls up to the house and you waste no time getting out of the car and fishing your keys out of your tiny sparkly clutch.

Simon boxes you in, broad arms either side of you as he presses his body against yours, you can feel his erection strain through his jeans and press into your stomach as he claims another soul wrenching kiss from you. His hands run through your hair, and you whimper as his lips find that sweet spot under your ear.

"Simon, neighbours... don't need to be giving them a free show." You gasp between breaths.

Simon chuckles and takes the keys out of your shaking hands and manages to get the door open.

You kick off your heels and let out an explicit moan as your feet hit the carpet.

"Should I be jealous of the carpet, sweetheart?" Simon asks, before pulling your body close into his.

"I can't tell you how long I've waited for you to say yes." He adds, surprising you.

"Me? I thought we.. you didn't wanna.." You splutter, your wide eyes meeting his.

"Then I guess we are both idiots." Simon laughs.

"I've wanted you for years." He admits, and wraps his arms around your waist, your soft body flush with his hard chest.

"Last chance love. You can back out now, no hard feelings."

You pause, and really look at him. Golden cropped hair frames his features, a few scars scattered across his face from his occupation. Freckles from the last holiday you had together was still smattered over the bridge of his nose, and his gaze was intense.

"Never wanted anything more." You admit softly, and the air gets pulled out of your lungs as he lifts you and carries you to the bedroom.

💗

Laying you down gently, he presses another kiss to your lips before tugging your dress down, exposing the fact you had forgone a bra, and your pointed nipples met the cool summer air.

Simon lets out a breath between his teeth.

"Fucking gorgeous love." He admires, his fingers trailing down your chest and over your sensitive skin. You keen under his touch, his calloused fingers rough against your skin only adding to the pleasure.

"More, Simon... please." You insist, arching your back, your eyes squeezed shut. You heard a chuckle as his hands trail down your body.

"Patience, love. I.. I'm not a small man. Gotta prep you first." He admits sheepishly.

You open your eyes and prop yourself on your elbows.

"Prep how-?" You ask, as you see Simon leave the bed.

Pulling your hips to the end of the bed, he kneels before you.

"Told you before. Taking you to heaven, like the song in the car." He says before peeling your soaked panties off and pressing kisses into your thighs, leaving teeth marks you know you'll be feeling tomorrow.

His lips trail a pattern up your legs, heading to your creamy pussy, arousal already dripping from your folds onto the sheets below.

"Fuck me, sweetheart. Practically begging for it." He teases, before he places his lips on your clit, tracing his tongue over your sensitive bud.

Your hands find his hair as you pull him closer, rocking your hips against his face while chanting his name. His hands pulled away from your hips and, with one hand, kept you spread open, and the other moved to between your legs.

He looked up at you, cloudy lust filled eyes met yours as he gently pressed against your soaked entrance.

"Wanna get you nice and ready for me love." You hear him tell you as he slides two of his fingers inside you, completely stealing your breath away.

"So bloody tight, gonna suffocate my cock." He moaned, pressing a kiss to the inside of your thigh before scissoring his fingers, stretching you a little more each time.

You were seeing stars as you felt his fingers stretch you, but when his mouth circled back to your clit, white light hit behind your eyelids and you heard yourself begging for something, for everything, for more.

"Simon.. please." You beg, your voice hoarse as you let out another whimper that was trapped in the back of your throat.

"Wanna see your pretty face as you come, love. Want you to come on my fingers." Simon practically purrs as his fingers create a delicious tempo as his tongue circles your clit and down to his fingers repeatedly.

Your legs start to shake, and your cheeks flush, you feel a pressure building up in your lower stomach, and you close your eyes as it becomes too much.

You feel him pull away completely, and open your eyes in defiance.

"Eyes on me love." Simon says gruffly. You nod, and don't dare look away as he slips his fingers back inside you, and begins kitten licking your sensitive skin, before sucking on your clit with a little roughness,his stubble making your thighs burn.

You reach the pinnacle quicker than you imagined, with the mixture of Simons tongue and fingers, you coat his fingers and chin in your slick, and your hands search for him as he makes his way up your body, placing kisses on your stomach and chest, before moving up to your mouth, the taste of you on his lips.

💗

Simon lies next to you on the bed, brushing your hair from your face. He smiles down at you, and trails a hand back down your body.

"Ready for me, sweetheart?" He asks, resting his hand on your knee.

You nod and pull him in for a kiss, your arms wrapping around his shoulders. He leaves the bed, and removes his jeans. Your face drops as you understand what he means. The man is huge.

"I.. uh.. I.. " You splutter, as Simon laughs. Kneeling on the bed, he nudges your legs open with his.

"I promise I'll make it good for you, love." He whispers against your jaw as he places sloppy kisses down your neck, before slowly pushing in.

You rock your hips against his, and feel every inch press deep inside you. Your whimpers and the sound of skin on skin are the only noises in the room.

"God, you feel so fucking good, love." Simon pants, as he bottoms out. Your nails dig into his shoulders as you feel a delicious burn as he stretches you out fully.

"Simon.. faster, fuck me.. please." You beg, wrapping your legs around his broad waist. You try rolling your hips against his to ease some of the friction, but he holds you still, his lips just inches from yours.

"Easy love. Wouldn't want to hurt you." He protests, but you have other ideas as you dig your heels into the small of his back.

"Simon bloody Riley, I've been waiting years for you. Fuck. Me. Harder." You demand, using your heels as leverage.

"Fine. You want it harder love?" He asks, shifting his weight so he's able to spread your legs apart. Leaning his head forward, you feel him spit on your clit, and rub it in lazy circles, making your eyes roll.

"Since my girl asked so. Fucking. Nicely." He pants, snapping his hips all the way to the brim of your pussy. The pace set your teeth on edge, your breasts became unrestricted as Simon ripped the bodice down to your hips, as his thrusts became faster, he used the scrap of clothing to keep you in place, as he pounds into you, over and over.

"This pretty cunt is mine. Understood?" Simon asks as the quick pace makes you humbly nod. Over and over he thrusts deeply into you, rubbing your g spot as he pulls back.

"Words. Love. You know I need to hear it."

You manage to look at him and nod. "Yeah, Simon. Yours.. " You gasp out.

He keeps up a bullying pace until you feel the tightening of another orgasm starting to build up in your stomach.

"Simon, fuck. M'gonna come." You warn him, your cheeks flushed with exertion, your legs aching. You shudder as you feel your pussy grip Simons cock,coating him in your climax, and you watch as Simon throws his head back with a growl, and you feel ropes of come paint your insides.

He collapses on your chest, throughly spent. You brush his hair off his forehead and smile up at him.

"If you're gonna do it, do it right, do it with me." Simon teases.

"Thought you didn't like cheesy pop?" You ask with a smile.

"Love, if that's why I finally got you to admit feelings for me, I'll convert." Simon jokes, as he pulls you in for a cuddle, your bodies intertwining as you both fall asleep in each others arms.

A/N not sure on the ending, and I'm really sorry it's so long! Thank you again for all your support! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

@xoxunhinged 🖤

[nocturnest]

Simple

“The truth is rarely pure and never simple.”  ~ Oscar Wilde

It was supposed to be a quick job, this, thought Tangerine. 

It was a snatch-and-grab job at a sketchy warehouse involving the retrieval of a hard drive. His and Lemon’s handler, Holmes, had assured them that the job was simple and likely didn’t involve any major run-ins. And so everything seemed to be going according to plan as Lemon and Tangerine made their way through the warehouse, shooting the occasional guard here and there, and then he saw you. 

He and Lemon had first met you four years ago. You three had been paired up by chance on a job in Paris: you and Tangerine had posed as a married couple and Lemon his brother and the three of you attended a gala with the intent of delivering a long overdue message to a power-hungry drug lord. Tangerine had to admit that he was rather distracted throughout the mission. He found himself developing a sense of possessiveness as men at the gala eyed you eagerly. He liked the way one of his golden rings looked on your finger, the way your dress exposed your lovely collarbones, the way your subtle lipstick made your eyes pop. Tangerine had never noticed it before, the way your eyes seemed to shine as you talked passionately. He couldn’t help but smile to himself and shake his head as you entertained Lemon in one of his character analysis rants about Thomas the Tank Engine. 

But now… well, you certainly seen better days but still managed to look stunning nonetheless. You had a cut along your cheek and a bruised lip, whether from fighting or interrogation Tangerine wasn’t quite sure. All he knew was that seeing you tied up and injured made him into a bundle of raging anger yet concern.

He and Lemon looked at one another before Tangerine cleared his throat, “Hello, love.” 

You knew that voice. You loved that voice. It gave you a thrill and made you tighten your thighs with heat. You leaned forward as well as you could and squinted into the darkness of the room, “Tangerine?”

Tangerine stepped forward into your field of view and gave a lopsided smile, “The one and only.”

There was a pause and then you fucking giggled, all while practically gazing into the piercing blue depths of Tangerine’s eyes. 

Tangerine was confused. You were a contract killer. He’d certainly heard your laugh before, which to him sounded like tinkling bells, but he’d never heard you giggle. It was novel to him, but he didn’t mind it; in fact, he wished he could make that same sound among others come from you.

“The hell you laughing for?” asked Lemon bluntly as he too stepped into your periphery.

“Oh, nothing,” you sighed theatrically while giving Tangerine a sly wink.

Tangerine opened his mouth to speak and then closed it. He shook his head as if waking up from a dream. 

Get your priorities straight, bruv, he thought.

Tangerine reached toward you and began cutting the ropes around you with his handy knife. You visibly shuddered as his hands grazed your wrists. 

Tangerine noticed you shiver and muttered “Sorry, love. You hurt anywhere?"

"Just a small stab wound. And maybe a concussion" You lift your bleeding leg half-heartedly. 

Lemon paces, assessing the situation. "What are you doing here?"

You couldn't help but suggest that your handler assign you the codename Peach to complete the fruit triad.

“You know - the usual mission and whatnot. Kicking names and taking ass one interrogation at a time.”

Lemon frowned, "Not sure that's how the saying goes..."

"And I had the whole thing under control, truly - until some fucking geezer went and hit me over the head with a damn crowbar."

The ropes around you came undone and you move to stand but your legs just aren’t fucking working today. Tangerine caught you before you tumbled and you found your face pressed up against his chest.

Heat rushes to your cheeks as Tangerine gripped your forearms to keep you steady. You inhale deeply and whisper loudly, “Mmm, you smell like a forest.” 

Tangerine blinked back in surprise at your bluntness and you eyed him cautiously as you take his hand and squeeze it. 

Lemon, always one to stick to his priorities, coughed, "Um - we'd uh better get out of here like right to the fuck now before some more of these fuckers emerge for round two...."

“I’m never opposed to a 'round two',” You nodded, looking pointedly at Tangerine and wiggling your eyebrows. 

Lemon gives Tangerine a look that translates roughly to “What the fuck?” And Tangerine can’t help but laugh nervously, a slight blush rising to his cheeks. Something about you seemed off. You seemed way more open than usual, too open at that. Your eyes had a glazed look to them and your pupils were heavily dilated as you gazed at Tangerine.

“Yo, did they give you something, Peach? Some kind of drug?"

You pause and rub your forearm subconsciously, "Hmm... They may have injected me with something while I was out, now that I think about it...."

"So that's what’s got you all googly-eyed.”

“Nice detective work. You learned that from Thomas then, did ya, Lemon,” Tangerine asks dryly. 

“Nah, from Kill Bill. Movie talks some shit about some truth serum called the The Undisputed Truth.”

You bit your lip and reflected proudly, “Well they didn't get much out of me! They kept asking questions about you two but didn’t quite appreciate my extensive insight on the likely size of Tangerine's d-"

"Okaaaay - I think that's enough now, Peach!" Lemon interrupted.

Tangerine just raised an eyebrow and gave you an amused, boyish grin. He seemed like he was enjoying this a bit too much.

"Alright, here's how it's gonna go: I'm going to grab the hard drive and you guys head back to the car. We'll meet back there."

"Oh, I won't be a bother, Lemon. I won't mention anything about Tangerine's appendages. Eyes? I can talk about eyes instead! Tangerine's eyes are the color of wild waves at sea and they compliment his suits quite nicely. You know what else his suits compliment? His a-"

"I think you're just proving the point, love,"' said Tangerine.

"Oh, alright," you relented, perhaps for the sake of Lemon's sanity. He looks as if he'd rather be anywhere else, and you can hardly blame him.

Lemon hesitated before heading down the hall of the warehouse, his gun at the ready in case he comes across any lingering guards.

Meanwhile, Tangerine took in the sight of you. Your cheeks were flushed on the account of speaking so quickly and your growing embarrassment due to those unfiltered thoughts of yours. He had never seen you look quite so angelic.

Tangerine noticed you were still holding his hand and found it was not an unwelcoming feeling.

"Come on, then," he murmured.

The two of you made your way through the twists and turns of the furniture warehouse. Tangerine led you through the bodies of guards he and Lemon took down with ease. It's quiet between the two of you, and you seemed quite lost in your thoughts.

As you two neared the car outside of the warehouse, Tangerine glanced down at you, noticing the contented hum escaping your lips. Despite the chaos that had just unfolded, there was a sense of tranquility in your demeanor that he finds oddly captivating.

"You seem awfully cheerful considering the circumstances," Tangerine remarked with a smirk, his blue eyes sparkling with amusement.

You glanced up at him, a mischievous twinkle in your eye. "Well, what can I say? Being rescued by a devilishly handsome man such as yourself certainly brightened my day."

"You're too kind, Peach," Tangerine said, waving his hand dismissively.

You leaned against the car door and sighed, "But I'm serious, Tan. Sometimes, I wonder if you don't realize how truly beautiful you are. Anyone would be lucky to have you."

Tangerine stills, head titling with curiosity, "You think I'm..." He swallows, "beautiful?"

You blush with slight embarrassment but continue nonetheless, "Well - yeah. I mean every time I look at you I feel like I'm looking at some kind of entrancing angel. You're so fucking captivating with those eyes of yours. And there's so many wonderful things about you. Like how you swear like an absolute sailor and yet some of the most delightful things I've ever heard have come out of your mouth. And your accent - my god! The things I've imagined you doing to me with that voice of yours..."

Something unrecognizable to you stirs up across Tangerine's face as he listens to you vehemently. He grips your arm, the graze of his fingertips causing you to shiver.

"You-You're so kind. And people don't see that. Only Lemon does. And me.... I can only imagine how lonely you must be. It's hard in this line of work, to make connections, to have true friends. But it doesn't matter... You make me feel safe - you feel like home. And at some point I think I realized that I-"

Your eyes water slightly, "I- oh, I didn't want you to find out this way."

You avoid his eyes, but he brings his hand to your face, delicately - as if you're made of glass. Tangerine pushes a strand of hair from your face.

Tangerine's touch is gentle, his fingertips tracing the curve of your cheek as he lifts your chin, guiding your gaze to meet his own. "Peach... tell me."

His voice is soft, filled with a tenderness that melts away any remaining doubts or fears. In that moment, you feel as though you're the only two people in the world, cocooned in a bubble of intimacy and understanding.

"I-I love you," you whisper, your voice cracking as you try to cover your eyes.

His eyes widen and he stops your movement. Tangerine puts his hand around your neck. He looks at you as if you're the only person in the world.

"May I kiss you?"

Your heart skips a beat at his words, and you nod, unable to trust your voice to respond. The intensity of his gaze makes your breath catch in your throat, anticipation coursing through your veins as you wait for his next move.

With a tender smile, Tangerine leans in slowly, giving you ample time to pull away if you wish. But you find yourself leaning in too, drawn to him like a magnet, unable to resist the pull of his presence.

And then, his lips meet yours in a kiss that feels like coming home. It's gentle yet passionate, filled with all the unspoken emotions that have been building between you.

In that moment, everything else fades away – the danger, the uncertainty, the chaos of your world – leaving only the two of you, lost in each other's embrace.

As you deepen the kiss, the weight of your confession lifts off your shoulders, replaced by a sense of peace and fulfillment that you've never known before.

And as you pull away, breathless and flushed, you meet Tangerine's gaze, finding nothing but love and acceptance reflected in his eyes.

"I love you too, Peach," he whispers, his voice low and hoarse. "More than you'll ever know."

You pull him by his tie with a smile. Your lips meet again and you murmur, "It's always been you. Only you."

He chases your lips ravenously, his tongue begging entry into your mouth.

As Tangerine's tongue explores the depths of your mouth, you find yourself surrendering completely to the intoxicating sensation of his touch. Every caress, every kiss, ignites a fire within you, consuming you in a whirlwind of passion and desire.

Your hands roam over his body, tracing the contours of his muscles beneath the fabric of his shirt.

Lost in the intensity of the moment, you find yourself craving more of him – more of his touch, more of his love, more of everything that makes him who he is. And as Tangerine responds eagerly to your advances, you realize that he feels the same way too.

You hear the sound of approaching footsteps but are too dazed to notice.

"Oi! Not on my fucking car!" Lemon yells from afar.

Tangerine looks up briefly and growls, "Fuck your bloody car! I'll get you another one."

Caught in the heat of the moment, you and Tangerine are momentarily oblivious to the world around you. But as Lemon's voice pierces through the haze of passion, you both startle, pulling away from each other with wide eyes and flushed cheeks.

Tangerine's growl of defiance only serves to add to the tension in the air, his protective instincts kicking in even in the midst of desire.

Lemon approaches, his expression a mixture of exasperation and amusement. "I swear, you two are a bloody nightmare. Couldn't you find somewhere more private to get frisky?"

You straighten your clothes, feeling a flush of embarrassment at being caught in such a compromising position. "Sorry, Lemon. We got carried away."

Tangerine shoots Lemon a defiant glare, his tone unapologetic. "Like I said, I'll get you another car. But right now, we've got more important things to worry about."

Lemon rolls his eyes, but there's a hint of amusement in his expression. "Yeah, yeah. Just try to keep it in your pants until we're back at the safe house, alright? We've still got a job to finish."

With a nod of agreement, you and Tangerine exchange a knowing glance, a silent promise passing between you. And as you climb into the car with Tangerine by our side, you can't help but feel a sense of excitement for the adventures that await.

~

Thank you to these wonderful writers who inspired me to start writing fics - check these guys out for more Bullet Train fics!

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[creamymilkk]

⋆·˚ ༘ * ♡. 🎒 Different Type Of Love 🎒 .♡

“Come on, come on and take me home. Please stay with me and don't you leave me alone. You drive me wild.”

༉‧₊˚ #Vance Hopper x reader

. ˚₊ ꒱ Pairing/Pairings: Vance Hopper and F!Reader.

༉‧₊˚ -Format: Fanfiction.

× &﹕Summary: You and Vance are head over heels for each other without either of you even realizing it. Until Vance fell. Literally.

×﹕♺ AUTHOR’S NOTE(S): First Chapter of my fanfic! This is the playlist for the fanfic, so I do say to listen to the playlist while reading it. There’s some 70’s slang, here are the meanings “Don’t flip your wig! = Don’t be upset.”Casanova = a lady’s man” “foxy mama = a hot looking woman” “Later days = A form of saying ‘Goodbye.’” (proof read by @/alex-whitley-187)

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

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The one girl Vance always found very interesting always caught his attention. The blonde curls on his head and the beautiful blue ocean eyes of his made many girls fall in love with him on sight. Then there's his tendency to pick fights with anyone, no matter where or who they are. The way he truly never cared who he was fighting. Everyone knew him. 

With all that, surely he could talk to a girl, right? Nope. He could never talk to you. Sure, he’ll stare at you. In class, in the hallways, in the lunch area, even when walking home. He just… like, loves you. I mean could anyone really blame him? It’s you. There was nothing he didn't love about you. With your beautiful silky smooth hair that shines in the sun, and your beautiful smile that warms everyone's heart. With how your hips swing when you walk, not to mention how sweet and kind you are. You’re perfect in his eyes. In terms of cheesiness, Vance is not the type who would think about these things. He just couldn’t help it, you’re truly his dream girl… but he always thought a girl like you would NEVER like a guy like him. Though… there’s always a small part of him that thought maybe you two had a future together.

You, on the other hand, always see Vance. I mean, everyone in town knew who he was. You already knew that he always gets into fights. You already knew how he has girls drooling all over him. Oddly enough, you never saw him go out with any of them, something that seemed weird to you. I mean he does look like the type that would just go out with a different girl Every. Single. Day. Just like the other girls, you also had a tiny (huge) crush on Vance. I mean how could you not find him at least somewhat attractive? You loved everything about him. Vance and you do live pretty close so you will always see him outside of school. Which for you is such an amazing opportunity to see how handsome he is. If he ever found out that you always look forward to seeing him he’d probably think you were weird. He probably already thinks that you’re a weirdo. I mean you already knew that there’s no way that Vance is the type of guy that would like a girl like you. But a girl can dream.

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1978

Your normal routine was to wake up, eat, go to school and sleep, then do it all over again. Nothing interesting ever really happened to you. I mean sure, you sometimes hang out with your friends, but those times quickly ended almost as soon as the conversation started.

It’s not that you dislike them. No, no, no, that’s far from it. It’s just, you didn’t know how to hold up a ‘normal’ conversation, though they do try to talk to you. They do try, but you kept pushing them. You just have that horrible habit.

But somehow someone did break that habit of yours. Jennifer. She really tried her best to be around you and be close to you.

 She basically became your only friend, one that you somehow didn’t push away. That was one of your many problems. But as of right now, you were getting ready to head off to school. Your mom wasn’t here today, she was off at work. You quickly went outside and started to head off to school, only one thing, or person, can make your day.

That special person was… Vance Hopper. Yes, the guy with the puffy blonde hair. The one with anger issues. I mean, insult him in some way and you were on the ground with a broken nose, broken arm, and covered in blood. Yes, that Vance Hopper. 

That handsome guy. He always walked in the same way, everyday. Which made you so happy! Walking to school? Yeah, that totally sucks ass. Walking to school, BUT stare at a cute guy? That made it all better. 

Since you were just thinking about him, he appeared at the corner of the street right in front of you. You could only see his back and his curly blonde hair bouncing with every step. With his denim blue sleeveless jean jacket, white shirt, tight bright jeans that got wider at the bottom, and brown boots. You always adore how he dresses. 

You arrived at school before you knew it. Then he was off with his own little friend group. You sighed. When you entered the halls there were so many people talking and crowded together, a few random couples making out in-front of their lockers. 

Until you saw your own friends, like you said before you kinda had a habit of pushing away your friends. Well not just your friends, maybe some other people. You just couldn’t help it. They didn’t say anything since they had just given up on talking to you. Until you saw your Jennifer.

“Hey girlfriend! So how was your little walk to school?” She said while wiggling her eyebrows, clearly knowing what she was saying with that. 

“Oh hush, it was boring like usual.” You say while dryly laughing. 

“If you say so.” Jennifer said while closing her locker. “Are you still up for going to the diner?” 

“Sure! After school, right?” You said. 

“Yup, but you’re paying this time. Right now I have a dollar to my name.” She said while laughing.

“Right, Right. I guess it is my turn.” You answered while smiling. 

“It totally sucks, too. I really wanted these cute shoes I was looking at.” she replied with a hint of sadness. 

“Don’t flip your wig!” You rejoiced, smiling at her. 

“Yeah, I guess you're right. Plus, that shows I need to be more careful with my money, '' Jennifer sang, laughing.

Just then the bell rang. 

“I really should get going. If not, Mr. Smith will kill me for being late. Again.” You say with a sigh. 

“Gosh, his class is so boring! Okay, cya.” Jennifer spoke while walking away.

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“Then he said I was late again?! Like sorry Mr.Smith, I just hate your boring class!” You ranted, chewing your lunch. 

“Right?” Jennifer commented while eating her own lunch. “Anyways, you know Jerry right?” 

“Uhh, yeah. The football guy?” 

“Well, guess what?” The girl marveled grinning ear to ear. She placed her fork down and clapped her hands together. 

 “You know I'm bad at guessing.” You said while giggling at her. 

“Yeah, you're right. Okay, so Jerry asked ME OUT!!” She beamed while shaking her hands and giggling. 

“No way! I’m so happy for you!” You chimed. You stopped eating and looked into her eyes that were full of happiness and excitement. You really did feel so happy for her.

 “So… enough about my love life.” She spoke while giggling, a higher pitched sound than before. You knew what she was going to say. When Jennifer does that you knew she was going to say something that you won’t like. “Did you ever try to talk to Vance?” Jennifer asked with a devilish grin on her face.

“Pfft, no! He probably has a girlfriend or is already talking to some girl…” 

“What? No! Vance is too busy with his dumb game. He literally just got into a fight over that game.” Jennifer grumbled, rolling her eyes. 

You already knew about the fight, since basically everyone has been talking about it for the past week. “I know, but every girl in town has a crush on him!” 

“Maybe you can be the lucky one. Hm?” Jennifer said giggling and giving a goofy smile. “Vance, oh Vance! Your hair looks like a poodle and I love it!” She mimicked your voice and put hand to her forehead when she said the last part.

“Oh, hush! Most people have better ears than my mom!” You stated, trying not to laugh at her antics. “Right, sure.” she said, smirk still on her face. 

“Plus, Vance is a Casanova. I mean just look at him!” You say while daydreaming about him. “That’s true but you're a foxy mama.” Jennifer joked while winking at you.

“Oh shut up you!” You said laughing at her comment. “Hey! It’s true.” Jennifer added while smiling brightly at you she was truly the best at making you smile.

‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵ ‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵ ‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ -

“Later days!” Jennifer spoked as she threw a peace sign at you. “Yeah see you later.” You replied while you were walking out of school. Playing with your hair you couldn’t wait to go with Jennifer to the diner later, though you still need to go and get your money.

‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵ ‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵ ‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ -

Vance walked quickly to catch up to her just to at least see her. One day you were walking a few blocks in front of him and he saw you playing with her hair. He was taking every little detail about you, the way your hair flew in the wind. 

The way your hips swayed as you walked he really liked the outfit you were wearing today, it just made you look even more beautiful. He kept looking at you with basically hearts in his eyes. 

Not looking at the ground since he was too busy looking at you. He fell on the hard Concrete floor. He grunted while letting out a small ‘fuck’. He saw you turn around looking right at him.

His checks turned into a light pink color. He saw you walking towards him. ‘Fuck, fuck, fuck!’ He really wished this wasn't how you were really going to talk. All of his thoughts were quickly stopped, when you offered your hand to help him up. You giggled just a bit. He loved the way you giggled, “Hey, are you okay?” “I was better.” He said his cheeks were still light pink. “What’s your name?” 

“It’s Vance… Vance Hopper.”

[webslingerofthegalaxy]

I WROTE A FANFIC.

I mean I've written a shit-ton over the years BUT I FINALLY PUBLISHED ONE.

It can be found on AO3 and Wattpad, my name on AO3 can be seen above and on Wattpad it's NebulousWebSlinger. Enjoy!!!!

[rand0mfangurlstuff]

I'll Look After You - Bucky x Y/N

This is my first ever fanfic. I dont know why I wrote this, I never ever thought I'd actually write a fic or post it. But this just wouldnt leave my head. I hope you enjoy and please give me feedback!

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It had been a tough misson. They lost a lot of men. Bucky had gotten a bad concussion and broke two ribs. Despite Buckys protests that her was fine, he was put straight to the infirmary. He was told he would have to stay there for at least a week if not longer. At this news Bucky almost had a fit. He wanted to go back up in the air as soon as possible and 'show those Nazi pigs who's boss'. His protests went on deaf ears.

She noticed on the first night that he was awake much later than the other patients. She turned out the lights and told him to rest, to which he just nodded. At 4am when the other nurse came to take over; she noticed he was still awake. Surely soon sleep would take over him.

Bucky couldnt sleep. No, Bucky refused to sleep. With sleep came nightmares. Nightmares of torn off legs and burnt faces. Planes exploding right infront of his eyes. The sound of his men screaming in pain and fear. No. Bucky would not sleep.

The following night she was greeted to the same thing. All the men fast asleep and Major John Egan wide awake. Though it was clear by his sunken in eyes he was exhausted. He tried his best to hide his frequent yawns behind the book he was reading, but she could see and hear them clearly. 'Major Egan, you should be asleep by now.' 'I'm not tired.' he said as he fought back another yawn. 'You're exhausted. And your body needs sleep to recover. You'll never be cleared to get back in that plane if you dont sleep.' Noticing the stern look on her face Bucky decided to feign sleep so she would leave him alone. 'Fine, I'll go to sleep. Goodnight.' 'Goodnight Major.'

As much as he tried not to, Bucky did fall asleep as soon as he closed his eyes. Around forty minutes passed, forty minutes of blissful slumber. Cradled among the warm blankets and soft pillows of the infirmay; his body was totally serene. His mind however, was in turmoil. As the nightmares came once again, Bucky started to cry out in his sleep. 'Curt! Curt! Engine 3! Buck...' She heard him straight away, he wasnt the first pilot to have these types of dreams. His body thrashed against the bed. 'Major Egan, its okay, Major wake up.'

He shot upright in his bed with a scream. He wasnt flying the misson. He was in bed, with two thin arms wrapped around his torso. He looked at her then, really looked at her. She was scared. A shocked and timid look on her face. Was she scared of him? 'I'm sorry, I dont know what-' 'You had a nightmare. It's okay. It's normal.' Normal. Bucky did not feel normal. He had always been able to keep his cool. Not feel a thing. Now all he could do was feel. Feel the ache in his soul and the ache in his ribs. 'I'm sorry Nurse...' 'Y/N' she said with a warm smile. She was sitting on the edge of his bed. He hadnt seen her this up close before. She had long hair, it looked soft. Her eyes were kind, and her gentle smile made him feel something he wasnt sure of. 'Y/N' he played with her name on his tongue, he liked the way it sounded. It suited her perfectly.

He tried to sit up against the headboard, make himself look less vulnerable. As he moved he gasped at the stabbing pain in his ribs. 'God damn!' 'Easy there Major, let me help.' She adjusted his pillows and helped prop him up. She was so close he could smell her perfume. Warm, vanilla, like a freshly baked cookie. But also spicy. He felt intoxicated. He missed the last thing she said to him he was in such a trance. 'I'm sorry what did you say?' With concern all over her pretty face, she said 'I'm just going to get you some more pain meds okay?' she turned and walked to the medicine cabinet.

He took a deep breath and tried to calm his heart rate. He wasnt sure if it was going so fast because of the nightmare, or her. She returned a moment later with two painkillers and a glass of water. 'Here you go Major.' He took the pills from her delicate hand. 'Bucky. You can call me Bucky.' He swallowed the pills. 'Mm Bucky. Cool nickname.' His heart skipped a beat hearing his name from her mouth. And she thought it was cool? He felt like a fourteen year old again. 'You should go back to sleep Major. You need your rest.' Bucky knew there wasnt a hope in hell of him going back to sleep, but he smiled and nodded so to not dissapoint her.

An hour later she was doing her rounds, checking on each patient; most of who were sleeping. Except one. Major John 'Bucky' Egan. 'Bucky, why arent you sleeping?' He lifted the book in his hands 'It's just this book Y/N, I gotta know how it ends!' She smirked, 'I saw you finish that book yesterday.' His face grew red. He'd been caught. But he couldnt possibly humiliate himself by admitting he was afraid of going to sleep for fear of his own mind.

Y/N could see it. Just as she'd seen it plenty times before. Though this case was definetly the worst. She didnt know much about Bucky, but the way the other nurses talked about his charm and swagger made her this he was not the type of man who would willingly admit his fear. She wouldnt force him to either. She grabbed the chair next to his bed and pulled it closer. She picke up the book from his lap and opened it on the first page and started reading. 'In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I've been turning over in my mind...' 'What are you doing?' The confusion on Buckys face would have made a great picture. 'You've read this book twice in two days? I have to see what all the fuss is about.' She continued to read out loud in a soft melodic voice. A voice so soothing and gentle it sent Bucky straight to sleep. Even after he nodded off Y/N kept reading. Hoping that her voice could reach him in his dreams and keep him away from the darkness that lurked in his mind.

The next morning, Bucky awoke to a sight so rare, so unthinkable, he had to blink several times to make sure it was real. Y/N was still by his side, asleep on the small wooden chair, her cardigan draped over her. She had stayed, stayed by his side all night long. It was at this moment Bucky realised this was the first night in a long time he'd slept the whole night through without a single nightmare. Because she was there to protect him.

[breeistired]

J.M with goth reader hc's

Warnings: Reader is female, suggestive content (its JJ, come on-), witchcraft, pogues macking on each other

Tropes: Sunshinexgrumpy, opposites attract, poguexpogue,

Bree rants: I really want to write this as a whole oneshot, so if you like these head-cannons, please give me some feedback on if you want more oneshots with goth reader. ALSO, read-a-thon is tomorrow, so go check it out, its pinned! I do also take requests, but if you do request something, please be patient, I have a busy life and I am a new writer. AND MOST IMPORTANTLY, I AM ADDING THIS TO ALL POSTS, AND IF I FORGOT IT @brokenwingsgalore WILL PUT IT IN THE COMMENTS. IF YOU DONT LIKE IT, DONT READ IT!!!! Thank you! I love you and make good choices kiddo.

(still dont know how to make aesthetic boarder things.)

JJ! Meeting goth reader at a beach party. Only noticing her because she stood out. The only one wearing a black dress that went to her ankles, dark hair with specs of purple in it, holding a red solo cup filled with some non-alcoholic drink. The rest wearing short dresses or bikini's.

JJ! Noticing how reader groans and rolls her eyes at the music playing.

JJ! Nudging John B, pointing at goth reader, telling him how he thinks you're cool.

JJ! Then telling Sarah to get her man to stop being a dick. Goth reader wouldn't have a clue about this.

JJ! Walking to goth reader, getting shy and nervous as she reapplies her black lipstick.

JJ! Basically recreating the scene in Scott Pilgrim Vs the world where he first meets Ramona. "So, do you like parties?" JJ says, ending his sentence with a shaky breath. Goth reader sighs and simply says a deadpanned no. JJ quickly says me too, despite loving them. Goth reader gives them an awkward smile, not knowing what to do with this golden retriever of a man beside her. JJ slowly and embarrassingly leaves.

JJ! Who comes back to the pogues telling them what happened, letting them make fun of him.

JJ! Who sees goth reader come back to him because her friend told her she needs to socialize. JJ who is ecstatic, while goth reader is awkwardly waving.

JJ! Who rapidly takes goth reader away from his friends before they can embarrass him

JJ! who talks to you and slowly you get out of your shell. Telling him how you hate parties, and hate the music, eventually telling him you liked rock music, as if it wasn't obvious.

JJ! Who tells goth reader he has to go to the bathroom. When in a reality he's forcing the DJ to play the music you like so he can dance with you.

JJ! Who comes back and acts surprised when Metallica, All American Rejects, System of down, My chemical romance, and so on plays.

JJ! Who gets you to dance and has the best night of his life with goth reader.

JJ! Who gets goth readers number at the end of the night, setting up a date with you.

JJ! Who takes goth reader to an old creepy bookstore and buys all the books she looks at with a small amount of money in his pocket. And at the end, they watch the sunset while having a picnic.

JJ! Who falls in love with goth reader after a week of dating because she's the opposite of him. He says, "Its boring when people are like me, the conversations are as bland as John B's cooking." When deep down its because she brings balance to his life.

JJ! Who makes goth reader sleepover at the chateau because he sleeps better when she's there.

JJ! Who lets goth reader do all the witchy stuff to him. Whatever makes his doll happy right?

JJ! Who lets goth reader sage his dick because "too many girls with negative energy have been on it."

JJ! Who lets goth reader put crystals and incense all over the chateau.

JJ! Who is so so so in love with goth reader and loves their differences.

JJ! Who brags to John B about goth reader, because she's into freaky things during bed. (She asked him to put healing wax on her back and he took it as sex.)

(STILL DONT KNOW HPW TO USE THOSE AESTHETIC BOARDERS)

[oldanimefan]

Holy crap, I wrote this way faster than I thought I would. It started as just some Shino drabbles and morphed into a kinda fic? I'll get it rewritten into a fic with better dialogue since I didn't have any in the first half lmao

Anyways, no warnings besides a little bit of alcohol and bets. It is also sfw. I tried to make it gender neutral and there's no description of the reader's physical appearance. I am open to feedback so please let me know if you've got tips or suggestions for me!

Enjoy ☺️

When you meet as kids, shino is standoffish. He figures you're going to be grossed out or scared of his Kikaichū so he's a little shocked when you don't run away the first time you see them.

You keep coming up to him to just stand next to him and talk even though he doesn't respond much or volunteer any info of his own. You figure he's not telling you to go away so he must not mind your chatter.

You'll tell him about the most mundane parts of your day, about the flowers you saw starting to bloom, or even how you're craving a certain treat your mom made when you were a child. Shino will just stand or walk quietly with you, absorbing every little detail you give up to him.

You only realize Shino is actually listening and not just humoring you when he brings you your favorite treat after he notices you're having a rough day.

After that, you become inseparable from each other outside of missions and other duties. When you aren't training with your team, you go find Shino to train with and vice versa. Whenever you both have time, you'll go grab something to eat together when you're done with training.

Now that you two are friends he doesn't stop talking as long as you show interest in what he's saying. He still makes sure to pay attention to you when you're talking as well and will now interject with questions to keep you talking, no longer making you have a one way conversation.

As you get older and become older teens and even young adults, Shino becomes more and more protective of you. He's not sure why he feels the need to do so, but he figures it's because you're his best friend and that's what friends do.

Realistically, he knows you're a skilled and strong Shinobi, so why does he always feel the urge to step in for you when he knows you don't need him to?

All of your friends can see how close you and Shino have become over the years. They all know you two aren't actually dating, but there are most definitely bets going on about when it will actually happen.

When the Konoha 12 get to go out together, you two find that you gravitate to each other. Even when you drift away in separate conversations, you end up next to each other again eventually.

Shino is always the one that makes sure you get back to your house and in the door safely. As soon as your door starts opening he tells you to have a good night and off he goes.

He really wants you to ask him to stay so you can just hangout together and talk more outside of the noisy bar, but he doesn't want to be rude and ask you to come in.

One time while you're away on an extended mission, Shino and the rest of the of the 12 still in the village, go out to their usual bar for drinks. After a few rounds, Kiba decides to do a little light hearted goading and ask Shino if you two have decided on a date for the wedding.

Shino is more confused by this question than any other question in his life. Why would you two be getting married? You're best friends and he's positive you don't see him that way since no one else in the village ever has.

Kiba apologizes and explains everyone has just assumed you were dating since you're always together and have never shown romantic interest in anyone else throughout the years.

The rest of the night continues on like normal, Shino staying sober and keeping an eye on the rest of the group as they continue drinking. It's not as rowdy tonight as it normally is though so Shino finds himself thinking about your friendship over the years.

He thought about how he always looked forward to your training sessions together, walking you home everytime he could, the way he could tell you were having a bad day by the look in your eyes and how you slightly slumped your shoulders, the way he knew that surprising you with some chai or pastries would bring a smile back to you face.

A face that he just now realized that he misses terribly when you or he are away on missions. A face that brightens his day when he sees you crest the hill leading to the training grounds.

It's like a lightbulb goes off and Shino's eye grow wide behind his glasses with the understanding that not only are you his best friend, you are also the only person in his life that he ever really wants to see. That he has ever really cared for besides his clan. That he is in love with you and never knew it.

While Shino is completely oblivious to the conversations going on around him, Shikamaru leans over to Kiba to ask "Did he really just now figure out he's in love with them?"

Kiba with a smirk on his face responds "He sure did. I bet you 20 he'll be waiting by the gate when they return from their mission."

With that Shikamaru reaches his hand out to Kiba to shake on it.

A few days later as you're starting to see the gate of Konoha, you notice a tall figure leaning against the wall. As you get closer you notice it's Shino and your breath hitches since this is the first time he's been waiting for you at the gate.

As you reach him you frantically start asking what's wrong and if everything is ok since it's not normal for him to be waiting for you. Shino let's you get everything out before telling you nothing is wrong and that he simply missed you and wanted to see you.

Your blush is immediate and you stammer a little as you think of what to say. You've always harbored a crush on your best friend but never thought anything would come of it. Shino never showed any sort or interest or attraction outside of friendship.

However

As you start walking together you think about how he doesn't spend as much time with anyone, outside of his team of course, as he does with you. You abruptly stop walking and as Shino stops and turns to you, you ask him why.

"Why what?" He responds with a look of confusion on what little you can see of his face.

"Why after so many years of us being friends do you decide to wait for me after this mission? It wasn't particularly dangerous. There was no need to worry yourself over me." The question you really want to ask doesn't come out though.

Shino is quiet and contemplative for a moment before he says "Because I have come to the realization that I want to be the first person you see everytime you return from missions." He paused to grab your hands and his voice is a little softer when he continues. "Because after years of you being my best friend, I have come to the conclusion that I'm in love with you."

You stare wide eyed at Shino, extremely surprised, but elated at his confession. You squeeze his hand as you say "Shino, I have been waiting for you to say that to me since you let me talk your ear off as a child."

With that shino surprises you even more as he lifts you from the ground in the tightest hug you've ever experienced. As he puts you down, he grabs your hand to walk with you to give the mission report. "Let's go get dinner after your done giving your report." Shino says as you start the walk to Hokage Tower.

Neither of you noticed Kiba and Shikamaru in the shadow of a near by building watching you walk away. "What a drag" mumbles Shikamaru as he pulls a 20 out of his wallet to give to Kiba.

[joifee]

Okay I am very proud of this! I finished the first chapter today and I was planning to wait but bshbfjshf

Summary fwhip thought he was fine just being friends with Jimmy, keeping his unresolved feelings deep inside him. But when the rift opens and he meets Tango, he suddenly is confronted with with all those things he tried to burry.

Getting ready to have an awful time, he gets help from the last person he thought he would

Or: Tango and fwhip speedrun becoming friends over Jimmy

[phoebepheebsphibs]

GUYS GUYS GUYS GUYS GUYS GUYS---

Chapter 9 is up!

[captain-uncharted]

My Little Princess - A Duskwood Fanfiction

Hello there! This is my first ever fanfic. I actually wrote it around 2022, but have never had enough courage to post it. But I'll give it a try. Hope you guys like it. Please forgive any English mistakes, it's not my native language.

:)

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Prologue: Three years after getting married, Jake and MC have a daughter. While spending some time alone with his baby, Jake reflects on the change in direction that his life took.

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I look at the little sleeping bundle, you, in my arms. The fruit of my love with MC. If someone had told me a few years ago what my life would be like in the future, I would say that this someone was delusional. I was alone and lost. An internationally wanted hacker, with no ties of blood or friendship in to support.

But then my half-sister was kidnapped, and then I met your mother. She was the one who saved me, who trusted me, even without knowing me. She showed me the love that I had long forgotten. Because of her, I had the strength to overcome obstacles that prevented us from being together. She made me feel alive again. I owe everything to her.

And now, daughter, you are here. Your mother and I waited several months to see your beautiful face. We spent a few sleepless nights, wondering together if you would have my eyes or hers (I won!), we made a long list of names for you. It took some time, but we found the right name: Emma.

You wake up suddenly with a grunt, move your fat little arms and open your eyes for me.

– Shhh...it's okay – I whisper while rocking you gently –, mommy went to sleep, but daddy is here with you. I'm looking out for you. I kiss your head, your smell is intoxicating. But you seem uncomfortable and nervous.

– Did you have a nightmare? I know how it is, I also have nightmares too, but about my past. I'm afraid I'm dreaming and realizing that nothing have changed when I wake up. One day I will tell you my story.

You blink and look at me intently, seeming interested in listening to me.

– I'll tell you a part. I was raised by my mother, but it was just the two of us. There was a missing piece, which my father should have filled in, but he didn't. And the pain that the lack of his presence caused me will never be extinguished.

– But I promise that I will be for you everything he wasn’t for me. You can count with me for anything. I want you not to forget that you are my precious one. I'm gonna take care of you and mommy forever, okay?

You yawn, but keep looking at me.

– I’ll take you fishing, eat ice cream with you and take pictures of you with your face smeared. I will be the best father in the world for you.

I keep rocking you as you yawn again, getting ready for a new sleep session. I feel a lump in my throat, a huge wave of joy spreads for my being. I quickly wipe my eyes and continually:

– It doesn’t matter how old you are. You will always, always be my little princess.

[geevesthevieve]

Summary: Bruce reflects on how quiet the manor used to be. It could be painful at times, but it's not like that anymore.

(This was my first fanfic I ever wrote. I posted almost exactly a year ago. I don't know how to post on tumblr or ao3 or any of those things, but I'm going to try to be better at both 🙃)

[cutiecusp]

So... @xoxunhinged has totally inspired me to brain to fingertips and type up a lil' something.

A TINY drabble that I'll work on, but I can't get thos idea of out of my head.

Tw. Religious wording, smut so MDNI!, power play.. mentions of oral, worship, more to be added as it evolves i guess? NOT spellchecked, so apologies in advance!

You confess to Father John Price.

His fist clutches the rosary in his left hand, as Father John smells your sweet perfume. Even though you are hidden by the dark wood trellis of the confessional booth, he knew it was you.

" How long has it been since your last confession?" His gruff tone asks, and pauses.

"And what sins are you confessing to today?"

You squirm in your seat, trying to not make it obvious how much his voice makes you melt.

"Uh.. its been three weeks since my last confession Father... I've been having indecent thoughts about a man i cannot have."

You hear him sigh in the next booth over, and you just know he's about to ask.

"Tell me, why can you not have this man? Is he married?" He asks gently. Judgement was not John's duty, but he couldn't bear hearing you talk about another man, not when he was desperate for you.

"In a way, yes." Came your sweet reply, your voice soft and smooth like honey as you tried to keep pressing your thighs together on the wooden stool.

"Well, he's married to his work."

A gruff chuckle escapes from the next booth.

"Well, is there a way you could change his mind?" He asks, lightheartedly.

A silence fills the booths, as you ponder what to say next. You hadn't planned to getting this far, and you were nervous.

"I don't know." You pause. "Is there a way I can distract you from work?" You ask softly.

John adjusts himself on the stool, his trousers getting tighter as he answers quickly.

"Me? Surely that's inappropriate?" He admonishes. "I'm a man of God after all."

You pause. This was THE make or break moment that would seal your fate forever. You wet your bottom lip, and take a deep breath.

" Then allow me to get on my knees and worship you." You plead softly.

John's mind races, imagining you knelt in front of him, taking him into your mouth,your glossy lips taking pleasure in pleasing him, in his own kingdom. His hands running through your hair as he controls the pace of his sweet, little lamb as you gag around his cock.

You don't waste time as you slip into his booth, and drop to your knees.

TBC.

[myrmyrtheorca]

as promised. 🩵

[creamymilkk]

⋆·˚ ༘ * ♡. 🥤 Different Type Of Love 🥤 .♡

Call me (call me) my love . Call me, call me and we'll take a ride call me (call me) on the line. Call me, call me in to overtime Call me

༉‧₊˚ #Vance Hopper x reader

. ˚₊ ꒱ Pairing/Pairings: Vance Hopper and F!Reader.

༉‧₊˚ -Format: Fanfiction.

× &﹕Summary: You got a official date with Vance Hopper

×﹕♺ AUTHOR’S NOTE(S): Chapter 2!! The amount of love I’m getting is crazy! So 2.3k words :) I recommend listening to the playlist while reading.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

masterlist | Requests: OPEN | tags:@niniackerman @steveharringtonnbat @ethanhawkestan @kimbleplays @brady-bo0 @ihearteddie-munson

“It’s Vance…Vance Hopper..” he said, still on the floor. ‘Why did you ask him for his name?! That was so dumb of you already knew his name.’

Your thoughts were quickly cut off short when he grabbed your hand and pulled himself up off the ground. “So are you okay?” You asked him.

“Other than my butt stinging. Yeah… I’m okay.” He joked. You laughed at his comment. You didn’t know what to do, you're not good with conversations!

“Well, I’m glad you’re okay.” You said to him turning your back towards him. Slowly walking away wishing you had talked with him a bit longer.

“Hey! Wait a second.” You turned around seeing Vance quickly walking to you. “Do you ever want to hang out?” He asked, looking at you.

‘Is he trying to ask me out?’ you questioned yourself. You almost said ‘yes!’ Keyword. Almost. Until you remember you already had plans.

“Uh maybe another time. I already have plans.” You answered. He kinda looked a bit sad when you said that. Which made you hate yourself for saying that.

“Or..” he looked a bit confused but brightened a bit. You took out a piece of paper and a black pen and handed the paper and the pen.

“Or you could write down your phone number and we could plan out when we can hang out?” You stated well mostly preyed that he would do that. “Yeah sure.”

Vance took the paper and pen then wrote down his phone number. Then quickly handed it to you “I will call you when I have time. Have a great day Vance.” You said to him.

You quickly walked away with a radiant smile and bright red checks. you couldn’t believe you had the Vance Hopper phone number. He wanted to hangout with you.

You could’ve shouted out of happiness, you couldn’t wait until you could call him. You opened the paper.

‘***-***-**** i can't wait until we can officially hang out :) - V.H’ you went scarlet red. His handwriting was messy, sure. But it was Vance's handwriting.

You sighed happily then you realized that you needed to go with JENNIFER AT THE DINER! You almost forgot after talking to Vance. You quickly ran home to get the money and at least try to look better.

“Color me your color, baby. Color me your car Color me your color, darling I know who you are.”

You already heard the music playing inside, the diner was a light colorful baby blue color. With some baby pink color in some places.

There were many people in the diner since it was a very popular hang out spot, for people of all ages.

You walked inside and you already saw your friend. Jennifer is sitting in one of the booths, already seeing the menu. You walked up to her.

“Hey Jennifer, sorry for being late.” “I literally thought you stood me up!” Jennifer said, looking up to you.

You just nodded and sat cross from her, “so why are you late? You normally are always on time.” She stated.

“Oh well it’s becau-“ You were quickly interrupted.

“Hello my name is Jenny. Are you two ladies ready to order?” A lady asked both of you, she was wearing the diner’s uniform.

A bright blue baby dress with a baby pink apron with some white in her dress. She had her hair in a bun, with bright red lipstick that stood out. The lady named Jenny had a smile on her face when she was looking at you and Jennifer. With a notepad so she can write down whatever you two were going to order.

“Two milkshakes! A vanilla one and..” Jennifer said while looking at you for an answer.

“Uh..a strawberry one please.” You spoke.

The lady named Jenny wrote down what you two said, looking up from her notepad. She looked at you both.

“Coming right up!” She quickly walked away from your guy's table.

“Come up off your color chart. I know where you're coming from.”

“Anyways, why were you late?” Jennifer repeated her question.

“Oh right!” You said looking brighter, you slowly started smiling.

In all honesty you couldn’t wait to tell Jennifer what happened with you and Vance. It was a dream come true, the fact you got Vance Hopper phone number. And the cherry on top was he wanted to hang out with you. Yes you!! You couldn’t believe it.

“So you know me and Vance always walk in the same direction for school?” “Duh, you told me already.” Jennifer replied.

“So basically he asked to hang out and he gave me his phone number!” You quickly told her.

It was so quickly that Jennifer couldn’t even process what you even said. Thankfully she did.

“Call me (call me) on the line. Call me, call me any, anytime.”

“No way! No fuc-“ Jennifer was cut off by the server.

“There are you two milkshakes.” She spoke while sitting down with your guys milkshakes on the table.

“Is that all?” “Yeah that’s all.” Jennifer answers to her quickly, trying to make her go away.

The server just smiled and walked away, “Anyways! NO FUCKING WAY!!” She smiled at you. You can totally know she was so happy for you. She was grinning ear to ear giggling like a little girl.

“He totally has eyes on you, I mean Vance never gives out his number.” Jennifer stated she was right, Vance never gives out his number. Since he doesn’t really asks girls, all he does is try to beat his score on Pinball.

“Well I don’t know if he has eyes on me, for sure.” You added a straw inside of the milkshake and took a sip of your strawberry milkshake.

“Oh come on! It’s just the lowdown.” Jennifer said, also sipping her milkshake.

“Call me, call me any, anytime. Call me (call me) I'll arrive. You can call me any day or night.”

“Maybe he just wants to be friends?” You spoke looking at her. You did really think he just wanted to ‘hang out’ and you just got the wrong idea. I mean why you? There are many prettier girls that already have a crush on Vance. But a small part of you really thinks he asked you out.

“Wait what did the paper say?” “Oh here!” You took out the paper that had the number.

Jennifer laughed a bit “Jeepers creepers! He has such horrible writing.” She said while putting the paper down.

You laughed too “I know right!” “Okay how about this. We do a little sleepover and call him?” She said with a smirk.

“Maybe you two can ‘officially hang out’” Jennifer stated like how Vance wrote in the paper.

You smiled “That would be amazing!” You saw Jennifer smile “awww! You really do wanna hang out with him.” “NO WAIT I MEANT THE SLEEPOVER!”

Jennifer laughed hard “I know! I know! Just call your mom if that’s okay. There’s a phone next to the entrance.” She started drinking her milkshake.

“Call me. Cover me with kisses, baby. Cover me with love. Roll me in designer sheets.”

You headed to the phone and put in your mom's phone number for work. Your mom quickly picked up.

You spoke before she could. “Hey mom, I was wondering if I can stay overnight with Jennifer.” You said.

“Of course honey! That would be perfect since I have the Night Shift.” “Okay thanks mom.” You spoke nicely.

“Stay safe.” Then your mom hung up. “I wish you talked to me like that.” Jennifer giggled, you turned around.

“Oh shush!” You laughed.

“I'll never get enough. Emotions come, I don't know why. Cover up love's alibi. Call me (call me) on the line.”

You two walked back to Jennifer's house, the sky already dark and you could see the stars in the dark blue sky. Jennifer unlocked her front door and opened it.

“Your parents aren’t home?” “Nope, they needed to go with my aunt or something.” She answered you with a smile.

You two headed for Jennifer's bedroom, you had already been in her room before. She has a bright and sort of dark yellow wall, with many different types of posters. With different brands and people like the ‘Runways’, ‘Blondie’, ‘The Go-Go’s’, etc. Her room was a mess but still clean at the same time. On her floor, there were magazines, different types of books, and some make-up scattered around.

It was very different from your room. There was a table with a mirror with different kinds of makeup all around. She also had magazines about different places she likes loved to read about. The room smelled like Coca-Cola and strangely enough like sweet food. On her bed there were plushies and on the bedside table was a phone.

“Sorry I didn’t have time to clean my room,” Jennifer said with a bit of embarrassment in her voice.

“Don’t worry about it. I don't mind at all.” You replied. I mean, in all honesty, you didn't care. It's her room, not yours.

You sat down on her bed while Jennifer was going to her Vinyl. Going through a box with records. “Any recommendations?” she spoke with a sweet smile on her face.

“Nope, it's up to you,” you replied, getting a magazine that was right next to you.

“Okay!” Jennifer answered sweetly, grabbing a record. The record quickly started, you remembered this song from the diner quite fast.

“Color me your color, baby Color me your car. Color me your color, darling I know who you are.”

“Wait Jennifer did you pick this from the diner?” you questioned her without looking at her, you have a small smile on your face.

All she did was nod while mumbling the lyrics, you still had the magazine in your hand and you turned it around. It was some sort of boy band? There were three boys in total. The first boy was in the middle with long blonde hair sitting down, the second one was on the right side standing with short brown hair, the third boy was on the left side with jet dark black hair looking kinda mad.

“I see you have taste.” Jennifer spoke sitting on the bed next to you.

“I totally think the black hair boy would be a nice kisser.” She said, smirking and giggling.

“Really? He looks like he hates life.” You laugh pointing at his face.

“I bet you like the blonde one.” She replied giggling winking at you.

“Come up off your color chart. I know where you're coming from. Call me (call me) on the line.”

You didn’t understand what she was trying to say until you looked at him again. His hair kinda looked like…

Vance’s hair.

You blushed hard “w-what! No.” You said, shaking your head.

“Aww someone’s blushing,” Jennifer said cheekily.

“Wait!” Jennifer spoke rather quickly, her face looking like she had a bright idea. Though you couldn’t know what her idea was.

“Call me, call me any, anytime. Call me (call me) I'll arrive You can call me any day or night”

“We- I mean YOU should call Vance’s” Jennifer quickly added.

You were lost for words, you had Vance's number. You should wait for him to call you right? I mean what could you say to him?? Without being weird about it or awkward. Should you guys just talk about something random or should plan out when you two can hang out?

Jennifer could easily tell what you were thinking. It was like she could read your mind. “Ok, you could know… Do some small talk and go on a date,” she states like it was something easy.

“Easy said than done,” you replied to her.

“Call me. Cover me with kisses, baby cover me with love. Roll me in designer sheets.”

“Since you are such a baby.” Jennifer quickly reached into the pocket of your jacket. And swiftly grabbed the note with Vance's number on it.

Then typed in his number on her phone. ‘Shit.’ you thought. “Wait no-” “it's ringing!!” Jennifer said quietly.

The phone was picked up. “What's cracking?” a sort of rough voice answered.

Jennifer was gigging and she shoved the phone onto you. You were lost with words, you didn't know what to say or even do. Your thoughts were quickly cut off by Vance.

“I'll never get enough emotions, I don't know why. Cover up love's alibi”

“Uh…hello?” He sounded annoyed. “Hey it's me,” you told him your name.

“Oh hey.” His voice was much softer and nicer than before. There was an awkward pause. Until Jennifer gave you a soft push on your shoulder.

“Right, so I was wondering when we could… You know hang out,” you spoke a little quiet since you were shy. You didn't know what to do.

“Oh! Uh tomorrow??” “yeah..that works,” you replied to him. Before you could end this really awful conversation. Jennifer took the phone.

“IT'S A DATE.” then hung up. “WAIT WHAT?” you said to her.

“Call me (call me) on the line. Call me, call me any, anytime. Call me (call me) I'll arrive when you're ready we can share the wine.”

“Come on, you two were so awkward in an annoying way and also in a cute way.” she answered smiling.

“See it wasn't that bad!” “It was bad. It was awful.” you spoke.

“IT'S A DATE.” Vance heard in a different voice, not yours. Then the person hung up. He didn’t know who the hell that was, but right now he didn’t care for one second. He got a date with you.

He was blushing just a bit. Then he grew a love struck smile on him, he couldn’t wait to see you on your guys official date.

“Call me.”

[breeistired]

"Invisible string."

A starchaser angsty blurb?

This is part one of Bree tries to make fanfics while doing school.

TW: NO HAPPY ENDING, its my first time writing a blurb I think thats what you call it?, I dont know how to write on tumblr either, so bare with me.

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James and Regulus never talked much. Only knowing each other from their mutual classes, or in this case, brothers.

Regulus had always found James quite annoying. "Why was he always laughing? What is there to laugh about anyways?" He would say to his friend Pandora.

If you ask anybody in this school, Pandora was tired of hearing Regulus complain about, "Pisser Potter."

"Maybe you should just fuck the hatred out of you both." Barty Crouch Jr would say with a mischievous smile. "Nobody asked for your opinion in this Crouch," Regulus snapped.

And so on the conversations would never be about anyone else, only James.

James on the other hand, paid much attention to Regulus. He noticed when Regulus had cramps, when he was mad or sad, when he was annoyed, James even noticed what time he ate and went to sleep.

James and him had many differences. Such as, Regulus being positive on his sexuality, he loved men and was a man.

Not his mothers little girl, her boy.

James, didn't know he liked boys until he met Regulus. When he first saw Regulus walking towards him, he walked the other way and ran into a wall.

Remus knew about James' little crush, it was quite obvious, but not to Sirius. To be fair, Sirius had just found out that Marlene liked girls, and she came out in front of them.

That's besides the point. James never felt as comfortable with his sexuality like Sirius, Remus or even Marlene.

Kissing boys felt weird. His whole life he was being told to create grandchildren with a nice girl, or marry a woman that he loves.

But what about the boy he loves?

Without even knowing it, James began to get closer to Regulus, feeling this invisible string pulling him closer and closer.

The invisible string pulled Regulus to James as much as it pulled James to Regulus.

The invisible string had no boundaries but someone did.

Regulus set major boundaries about touching. Anytime someone would touch him, he could push them away.

"Regulus!" James screamed, running to him. He hugged him, rather tightly and smiled. Regulus awkwardly, patting his back with a small smile. He couldn't explain why he was hugging him back, it felt natural.

James would do nice gestures for Regulus, such as, giving him flowers, buying him chocolate when he was dealing with his mensural cycle, buying him binders, etc.

Regulus could feel himself falling in love with James.

On one cold winter night, Regulus finds himself in the astronomy tower, with a blanket draped around his shoulders.

James himself couldn't sleep either, so he walked to the only place he knew Regulus would be at.

When James sees him, a bright smile spreads across his face. He slowly walked to him, his breath uneven.

"Don't you look cozy." James whispered sarcastically. Regulus rolled his eyes and looked up at the taller man. "What are you doing here?" Regulus mumbled. "I couldn't sleep." James gulped as he looks in Regulus' greyish eyes.

Regulus nodded and looked down at his feet. That gesture alone made James' heart tremble. Something came over him, with his right hand he lifted Regulus' chin up to face him. They stare at each other.

James smashed his lips onto Regulus' without any warning. Regulus kissed back, a small whimper eliciting from him.

They kiss for what felt like hours. James is the first one to pull away. "I shouldn't..." James mumbled. "I shouldn't have done that." His face turning into a look of regret.

"If its about my brother, we can fix that, he'll just have to live with it-" Regulus ranted and sighed. "Its not that." James gulped. Regulus' face turning into an expression mixed with confusion and panic. "What is it then?" He murmured.

"I wish you were a girl." James looked at Regulus, the twinkle in his eyes no longer there. Without another word, James runs off back to his dorm.

The next day comes around, Regulus was sitting at his usual spot at the slytherin table, having a much more gloomier face than normal. No one dared to talk to him.

He looks over at the gryffinor table, seeing everyone celebrate. He walks over there with a curious expression.

Sirius ran over to him. "James Potter has finally got a girlfriend! Can you believe it?" Over to the right, over Sirius' shoulder, he sees James kissing Lily Evans.

Regulus pushes Sirius away, not caring anymore. Regulus runs to the astronomy towers and breaks down. The words playing over again, "I wish you were a girl." Regulus' knees buckle, he falls to the ground, punching the floor. "Why not me?" Regulus cried out loud. Why not him?

James notices this and followed him. Not caring if anyone asks about his whereabouts. "Regulus, I swear-" James said once he gets to the astronomy tower. He doesn't let him speak. He stood up on wobbly knees and pointed at him, anger written on his face.

"I didn't realize I was such an inconvenience to you." Regulus deadpanned and swallowed the lump in his throat.

"Regulus I didn't mean to hurt you, I'm not ready-" James tried to explain, but he cut him off.

"Are you ashamed of me?" Regulus murmured. James shook his head frantically, trying to tell him no. "When you kissed her, did you think of me? When you looked at her, did you see me?" Regulus whispered, his voice slowly growing louder. "I let you tear down my walls, and after I gave my all, that's all it took for you to get over me?" Regulus shouted.

James just stood there, taking it. He knew he hurt Regulus, and he hated himself for that.

James slowly tried to reach for Regulus' hand, trying to comfort him. "Don't fucking touch me!' Regulus yelled as he yanked his wrist back.

Regulus started to walk away before he heard James whisper something.

"I never told you I loved you." James looked at Regulus, eyes filled with tears.

"Maybe that was for the best." Regulus deadpanned and wiped away his tears.

And with that, he never looked at James again. James would steal glances at him while he was with Lily. She would never know about the invisible string.

The day Regulus died, James could feel the string cut. And then he knew what Regulus had felt when he broke his heart.

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HIII, THANKS FOR READING. I DONT KNOW IF I SHOULD MAKE MORE, PLEASE GIVE ME FEEDBACK ON WHETHER OR NOT I SHOULD MAKE MORE. REQS ARE WELCOMED IF YOU WANT. COMMENTS HELP OMG. PLEASE ASK SOME RANDOM QUESTIONS IN MY ASK BOX. AND IM STILL FIGURING OUT TUMBLR SO IF YOU COULD HELP ME THAT WOULD BE GREAT. THANK YOU SO MUCH, MWAH. BREE LOVES YOU.