#Anyways none of them like shortcake it’s really funny that they happened

[skhardwarevers1]

I have a tamagotchi collection emulator on my phone and because I’ve got brainrot I made HMS and it’s been like fine they’re doing fine but randomly Heart has a problem and after I fix it he just has one of those normal bubbles for when he just has something he wants to say for no reason so I click on it because I’m bored and he straight up says

“I wish I had bigger eyes”

and I just sat there like buddy….oh man….

[therandomficwriter]

Twilight Wolfpack with a short S/O

A/N: Sorry it took so long for me to come out with something! But I had requested this kinda prompt for a different imagine account but idk if they’re gonna do it,,, so I decided why not and give it a try myself! Like I am super short (like 5’0) and always wonder what it’d be like to be with the Wolfpack. Anyways, I hope you guys like it!

A/N 2: None of the gifs are mine so credit to the original owners! Also I didn’t edit it so I’m sorry if there are any mistakes! Feel free to check this link out also⇒ ( ◠‿◠ )

Sam Uley

First of all I don’t think he would tease you as much as some of the guys would

He would be extra protective since you’re smaller as it’s easier for you to get hurt

And if you are clumsy like me I don’t think that would help to ease his concern lmao

N e ways, I feel like he would have a cute nickname for you, something along the lines of shortcake or something cute like that

If you ever lecture the pack if they’ve done something wrong (or stupid) he has to hold in a laugh cause its funny to see a bunch of huge guys scared of little bitty you

Omg imagine him pulling you into a hug and your face is just buried in his warm chest and he just lets out a deep chuckle cause you’re just so tiny compared to him

Pls sir spare me for I am about to cry thinking about it

But overall he loves you no matter what size you are. Y’all are still the mom and dad of the pack and everyone respects you cause even small you still hold your ground

Jared Cameron

HE IS THE #1 TEASE

He literally has so many nicknames for you and a lot of them are different ways of saying you’re short but his favorite to call you is munchkin lmao

Likes doing that thing where if you’re next to him he’ll use your head as an armrest

Also likes to randomly come behind you and lift you up to scare you

Will sometimes jokingly place you on the counter to talk to you so he won’t have to look down or as he says “so you won’t hurt yourself look up at me shorty”

He may tease you a lot about your height but if anyone were to make fun of you or tease you about it,,, oooh boy he is on them like nothing

Only he is allowed to tease his little munchkin

Y’all just have a very fun and loving relationship and you guys are literally thick as thieves and nothing could change that

Paul Lahote

TEASE #2

He won’t tease you as much as Jared does with his s/o because he is soft for you

He probably also has a cute nickname for you probably also something to do with being small

Probably calls you princess most of the time tho

Whenever you’re trying to get something that is high up where you can’t reach he’ll come behind you and put one hand on your waist and grab whatever it is you needed

He’ll probably ask for an kiss in return for being, and I quote, “your knight in shining armor” and he’ll bend down a bit while you tippy toe to reach and give him a small peck

It really boosts his ego every time lmao

Like Jared he is the only one allowed to tease you cause knowing him he’ll probably try to kill the person making fun of you

We all know he is the type to pull you into his lap whenever he’s sitting cause he loves holding on to you since you’re so tiny

Overall he is also very protective of you and loves having you with him and he wouldn’t want anyone else

I need a Paul in my life

Embry Call

You get teased by him quite a lot too but not to the extent of the other 2 teases

I feel like he calls you lovebug as a joke but it stuck after a while lmao

He probably makes you help him prank the others by hiding you somewhere (since you fit almost anywhere) and then you jump out and scared them

Which in hindsight was a bad idea cause y’all got a lecture from Sam after it happened a couple times and it was not fun

Besides that he also likes to give you piggyback rides whenever your legs get tired or you’re having trouble keeping up with them (or just for fun)

He is very attentive tho and he will help you out without you having to ask cause he loves you and is constantly watching you

But not in like a creepy way sorta like a ‘I want to make sure you don’t hurt yourself’ kinda way

Y’all’s relationship is also very fun and you guys are very relaxed with each other cause you trust each other with your lives

You guys are like 2 peas in a pod and you wouldn’t have it any other way

Jacob Black

Honestly at this point I should just say all of them have a cute nickname for you

I feel like he calls you either beautiful most of the time or smalls when he’s feeling playful or just to tease you

You already KNOW every time he hugs you he lifts you up and spins you around then when he puts you down he holds on for a little longer cause he doesn’t want to let you go just yet

Pls lord I am in need of a hug from Jacob

When he’s on the couch I feel like he’ll be sitting there and you just come up to him and crawl into his lap and you’ll just have a koala hold on him and he just simply holds you (and you probably pass out from how warm and comfy he is)

Omg when y’all sleep together (not like that ya nasties) he will have you lie down on top of his chest and he’ll have his arms wrapped around you

He’s another one that will pick you up and carry you if you get tired or if you can’t keep up

He’s also another one who is super protective of you and will constantly have you near him

Also he’s the type to walk you all the way to your front door when it’s time for you to go home and he won’t leave till he knows you’re in your room

Overall you guys have a very loving relationship and I just know when he loves someone he loves with his whole being and the same goes for you and it shows throughout your whole relationship

Quil Ateara

I feel like he calls you something cute and small related like cutie pie or button

When he’s more on the teasing side he’ll call you pip squeak

He loves to rest his head on top of yours whenever he hugs you

Sometimes when he’s bored he’ll go and flop on top of you but he’ll try and hold himself up a bit and won’t put to much pressure on you cause he’s scared of hurting you

He likes to move your stuff where you can’t reach it so you’ll ask for his help and he thinks you look so cute trying to reach it

But if he knows he won’t be there to help you he will try and put whatever you might need within your reach

He likes it whenever you go and sit in his lap when he’s playing video games with the guys whether you’re on your phone, taking a nap on him, or just watching him play he’ll encase you in his arms and he likes the company plus the feeling of you being there (he love how tiny you feel against him)

He also likes to hold your hand cause he likes how small it feels and he likes how it fits in his hand

He is so very sweet and your relationship is another very funny and goofy one but it’s is still very strong none the less

Seth Clearwater

A/N: I know this gif isn’t from the movie so sue me

He is the sweets boy ever omg

He would find you so adorable and would constantly gush over you

He would probably call you something like kitten cause you’re “small and cute like one”

He absolutely loves hugging you especially back hugs (he just loves to feel you in his arms)

That’s why he loves to cuddle with you and he likes to be the big spoon cause you fit nicely encase in him

He also likes it when he has his head on your chest and your fingers are running trough his hair and you legs are wrapped around his waist (cause that as far as your legs can reach from this position) he finds it kinda funny that you can’t completely wrap around him

When you’re talking to him he tries to kinda lean against something or sit down cause he thinks it’s rude for him to look down on you while you talk but also so you don’t strain your neck trying to talk to him

He’s another one that likes to give you a piggyback ride so your legs don’t get tired or he’ll just try to slow down his walking to accommodate to you

I could go on forever because he’s just so in love with you and absolutely adores your small stature

Your relationship is just so loving and he is so very caring and has such a big heart and I know you return that love just as much if not more

I needs me a Seth Clearwater plssss

Leah Clearwater

A/N: It’s so hard to find a gif of her smiling in the movie she deserves all the happiness in the world

First of all of course I included her cause how could I not,,, she deserves the absolute world!

Pls wreck me queen

N e ways I feel like her nickname for you is not as embarrassing or outlandish as the guys names it’s probably something like angel or baby

If she’s feeling playful she calls you tiny

Fun fact when y’all cuddle she likes being the small spoon! She likes the feeling of you holding her even though she is a lot bigger than you

She’s also one of the ones that like to help you if you can’t reach something it makes her feel needed and she’s just glad she can be there for you cause she knows you’ll be there for her

When hugging you she likes to lift you up and bonus points if you wrap your legs around her waist (it makes her instantly melt)

Off topic but y’all like to make snarky comments about the guys or at them and it just makes y’all laugh and if you make a sarcastic comment to Sam when he tries to lecture you guys about something she gets mega heart eyes for you and is super proud to call you her s/o

Getting back on track but she of also very protective of you like the rest of the guys but she knows you can handle yourself well but she can’t help but worry because of your small size

Besides that y’all’s relationship is really one of a kind you guys have built up a lot of trust with each other over time and y’all’s bond is as strong as ever and I just know she loves you fiercely

[nobarangel]

tsukishima having a crush

characters: tsukishima x gn!reader

warnings: none, it’s just fluff <3

a/n: this is my first post, i’m nervous sdhdjf hope u’ll like it

-oh boy 

-no one expected him to like someone this easily

-but it just kinda happened,,

-you were hanging out a lot with yamaguchi and obviously this salt shaker sticked with his best friend

-at first he was like “??? why does freckles even hang out with them?”

-but after a while he began to notice how kind, funny and pretty you were

-it took him quite a bit to be comfortable around you

-but it truly amazed him how you didn’t get offended by his endless saltiness

-tbh he wouldn’t think much about why does he stare at you during lunch or why is he so irritated when you talk to guys other than him or yams

-once you went to their practice and he played so much better

-like he blocked one of tanaka’s spike!!!!!

-and everyone was like “you!! made!! him!! do!! that!!”

-cue noya and hinata screaming 

-and he knew

-he knew that he was playing like that because you were there and he wanted you to be proud of him?? or just think that he’s cool???

-anyways he would be a blushing mess cuz he just realised that he likes you <3

-he’s like “hol’ up, hol’ up i need to process this”

-his behaviour wouldn’t change that much tho

-don’t even think about less teasing cuz nah

-he just blushes wayyy more around you

-and he would let you listen to music with him while you wait for the bus

-and he would invite you to the café he usually goes to eat strawberry shortcake

-so basically he would be really nice w you 

-also he refuses to admit, but has a soft point for you

-that would mainly show in how he stares at you when you aren’t looking

-especially if you’re doing something you love, no matter what is it

-just seeing the adoration in your eyes makes his heart go “💞💘💗💓💞💘💓”

-once yamaguchi asked him if he feels alright when he catched tsukki watching you with a soft smile

-and that bean pole just snapped at him so yams knew that yea, he’s alright

-it would take a while for tsukishima to confess

-no matter how confident he may seem due to his sarcastic comments, he’s insecure about himself

-so he would have thoughts like “do they feel the same about me?”, “what if i confess and they say no?? and what if i confess and they say yes???”

-but once he had enough of this, he offers to walk you home after classes

-and just blurts it out

-“i like you in a non platonic way”

-then he pats your head and quickly walks away before you could see his bright red face

[peeterparkr]

limits of desire⤳t.h.||17

chapter 17: tying the knot. 

story summary: you met Tom a night he was trying to sleep with you, it didn’t work and you became best of friends. Wedding bells might be ringing for when you both realize what you really feel.

summary: the one with the headlines

pairing: fuckboy!tom holland x best friend!reader

warnings: swearing, angsty ish, lizzie, angsty,  didn’t proof read

word count: 4.5k

songs i recommend listening while reading:

Falling-Harry Styles

Before You Go-Lewis Capaldi

Stone Cold-Demi Lovato

Wrong Direction-Hailee Steinfeld

Unsteady--X Ambassadors

Instead-Blake McGrath

apple music playlist

:)

  previous chapter next chapter series masterlist wanna be tagged?

“SpiderMan actor Tom Holland swings to try and stop a wedding.” 

“Tom Holland pulls a rom-com stunt this time.” 

“Seems like not even  Spiderman can swing himself out of a rejection.” 

“Tom Holland is horribly rejected as he tried to stop his best friend’s wedding.”

“This girl lived the dream and DARED to reject Tom Holland as he stopped her wedding to tell her he loved her.” 

“Who is y/n y/l/n? Everything you need to know about the girl who rejected Tom Holland.” 

Buzzfeed quiz: Who are you from the video of the girl who rejected Tom Holland? 

Haz was such a real mood but the girl with the red dress was all of us. 

Youtube: Trending: Tom Holland stops a wedding and gets rejected. 

Twitter:  Trending #Y/NWTF Tom Holland

Chaos. Tom’s name was known around the world, that’s for sure. But right now, his name was besides headlines that were not so pleasing. He didn’t know. But the whole world had seen Tom Holland pull a stunt which he was probably not proud of. 

It was everywhere. 

Everyone was talking about it. And y/n had been attacked several times. Everyone in the fandom had turned around to hate y/n. And she had disappeared, on every single social media. Could anyone blame her?  Nobody knew anything about her. Had she married Miguel? Did she look up for Tom? 

Why had she dared to reject Tom Holland? That was the big question. Because, of course, who in their right mind dares to reject him? 

And seemed like everybody had an opinion about it. And it had been only hours from it and the headlines had started. But now it’d been days. And Tom didn’t know about the chaos. 

Tom had been quiet. None of his friends had asked him about it, because they knew that this was the hardest thing he’d ever gone through. He hadn’t checked his phone once. 

He hadn’t done anything. His brothers had to pack up for him and they had helped him at the airport. They were back in London. They had been for a few days now. 

All of them were watching him stare blankly at the window. He didn’t say any single word. They didn’t push him. How could they, though?

It was a miracle that Tom was still able to walk and breathe. 

What they didn’t know was that Tom was going over the conversations he had had with y/n on the night before, wondering if there was any kind of hint that revealed her sudden harsh and stupid decision. 

He thought he should’ve stayed at the restaurant. He shouldn’t have gone to the wedding. Because y/n never liked any stunt. She never liked the spotlight, she liked to disappear, she liked to be invisible. And he had put her right on the spotlight.  Maybe that was the mistake. Or did she really not want him? 

Was she now happily married to Miguel? Was she on her way to her honeymoon? 

They didn’t know what had happened after they had left, at least Tom didn’t. He knew, however, that they had probably updated Haz or Tuwaine of the situation. And if they hadn’t told him anything, y/n was probably married by now. And he didn’t know anything about the headlines, yet. 

Tom wondered what he had done wrong. 

“Would it be too bad?” Y/N had asked. “If I asked to spend little time with you, or a lot of time with you.” 

“I’m sure Miguel wouldn’t like that.” 

She frowned. “I never said anything about him.” 

“It’s implied,” Tom sighed. 

“But would you?” 

“What?”

“Would you like it if I asked you to spend time with me?” 

Tom looked at her. “Maybe.” 

“You know Tom, I’m very inexperienced at all this love thing, that’s why I tend to do mistakes, but I know deep inside—“

“That Miguel isn’t one?” 

She stayed quiet. “I just can’t afford being broken. I don’t think my heart could handle that much, but then again—” 

“With me?” 

“With you, I’m at risk, Tom. I know it, that’s how it’d go, me fearing for yet another rejection,” she sighed. “And besides, your crazy life is…”

“You’ve handled it before,” Tom said. 

“Everyone in the world knows who you are,” she said. “And I’m someone who barely has any spotlight. Maybe that could make us work, I wouldn’t steal your thunder.” 

But Tom wondered why she thought she was nothing, after all, he was perfectly aware that everyone in the room would stop to stare whenever she walked in. He knew that she needed just one smile to make anybody fall in love with her. He knew everybody leaned over to listen to her whispers because everybody wanted to listen. 

Y/N had something very powerful, something that made her special. The only problem was she didn’t see it, she never saw it. She was always putting everyone else before her. 

“You always have the spotlight,” he said. “At least to me.” 

“Ah, cut off the cheesy statements,” she chuckled. “But would you stay?” 

“I don’t—I don’t think I could,” he admitted. 

“My heart couldn’t handle it,” she said. “I know it, seeing you everywhere. Pictures here, and there. Movies. Songs.” 

“Songs?” 

“Would it be too cheesy to say every song might remind me of you?” She wondered. “Would it be too cheesy if I said that the moon wouldn’t be as bright?” 

“It would be too cheesy….” He laughed. 

“But?”

“But then again, I know you’re telling the truth.” 

She looked at him. “Then I think about it, if I were to choose you.”

“You won’t.” 

“You’re very clear on that,” she frowned. 

“I don’t want you to, I know I’m a big handful of trouble,” Tom said. 

She laughed. “We’ve been friends for a while now, I know that, and I didn’t mind.” 

He watched her. 

“What if we disappeared?” She asked. “I love doing that. Being invisible.��

“I know.” 

“You know?” 

“And with me, you can’t be invisible, that’s another reason why you won’t choose me,” he pushed. 

“We are invisible tonight,” she stared at him. 

“Are we, really? We’re at risk right now.” 

“The thing is, I love risk,” she said. 

“I want you to be happy, y/n.” 

She looked at him. “It’s funny you say that, everybody keeps on saying that. Even Miguel. But nobody knows what would make me happy.” 

“What would?” 

“Not having this mess, for starters,” she shrugged. “But right now it doesn’t matter.” 

“Y/N.” 

“We said we only had tonight, right?” 

“Right.” 

She stared at him. “Really, Tom, would it be a sin if I asked you to be my tomorrow, too?” 

Tom bit his lip. “You wouldn’t.” 

She didn’t say anything. 

“I miss thinking my feelings were one sided,” she admitted. 

“What?” He chuckled, confused. 

“Everything was less complicated back then,” she added. 

Tom smiled. “I thought my feelings were one sided too,” he admitted. 

“What?” She sat up. “Oh my god, really? You never saw it?” 

Tom shook his head. “That’s why I backed away! I mean—“

“You’re always oblivious,” she nodded, “but I didn’t think you were that naive…” 

Tom blushed. “I’m stupid.” 

“Okay, when—at Andrew’s wedding,” she started, as she was mapping her thoughts. “Alright, there,” she looked at him whimsically. “What—what did you think happened before you knew—all this?” 

Tom had to sit up to rub his face. “I thought you were—I thought you were—I don’t know,” he bit his lip, “I was confused, because the girl I loved was—first saying everything she was saying,” he smiled, “You know, the vows… and when we danced I got lost—gosh this is going to sound cheesy—“

She chuckled, “go on, I don’t care how cheesy, I bet I’ve said cheesier stuff.” 

“I got lost in your eyes,” Tom admitted embarrassed. “And—I didn’t understand why you left,” he sighed. “I guess that was the first time I understood that you were… afraid of me? I realized you had this idea of me that couldn’t be changed.” 

Y/N shook her head. “That’s not true.”

“Do you believe I’ve changed?” Tom asked.

“Well, have you?” She frowned. 

Tom blinked. 

“Think about it, Tom, I asked you to be my tomorrow but you’re only asking for one night,” she whispered. 

“But it’s different?” 

“Then why do I feel the same way I felt when I was on the bridge?” 

Tom sighed. “This is different, y/n.” 

“I don’t know, Tom, it’s just me again, a girl asking a boy to love her,” she shrugged. “I’m not asking more.” 

“But I love you, already,” Tom snapped. “You’re asking me to be there.” 

She nodded and then placed a kiss on his cheek. “Just think about it.” 

Tom knew y/n. And she had been so reluctant on it. Maybe he should’ve escaped when she offered it. But what he couldn’t map was the way she had decided to marry Miguel anyway. Maybe Lizzie had been right. He should’ve gotten earlier, maybe he had shown his true nature. 

Tom walked around his place the first days, sweatshirt and sweatpants. His diet had consisted of beers,crisps, chocolate milkshakes,  and chocolate cake. He had once ordered a strawberry shortcake once, too. 

He had turned off his phone and had binge-watched all three Iron Man films, all Shrek films and he had watched even that Julia Roberts film, My Best Friend’s Wedding because he hated himself. 

But eventually ended up shielding on video games, and a pair of headphones to push himself out of reality.

“Tom,” Haz brought him back to reality. As Haz was taking off the headphones. 

He looked up, and stared at his best friend, the twins and Tuwaine were there, too. But the other figure was the one who shocked him. Lizzie. Fucking Lizzie. And Tom lost it. 

“I think… we should talk,” Haz said. 

Tom shrugged and turned back to the game. “Why do you guys call her every time something fucking happens?” 

“Tom,” Tuwaine pushed. Tom ignored him. “Tom!” 

“Man cmon!” Harry yelled. “You’ve got to cut the bullshit!” 

Tom scowled as he stood up and stormed off the room. “Oh fuck, sorry! Did you guys expect me to be fine?” He snapped. “Sorry if I’m not cheerful! I bloody can’t be! Are you happy, Liz?” 

“We know!” Haz yelled.

 “Tom this isn’t about your feelings right now,” Lizzie snapped. 

“Oh sorry if I have the spotlight right now, I really don’t want to—“

Harrison rolled his eyes. “But you have to get your shit together man.” 

“Can’t I bloody have some time? It’s very recent you know? And I can’t simply just forget about it! I…” He took a deep breath. “I’m no one right now, alright? I just bloody want to have some time to think about it, but my thoughts, fuck, my thoughts are drowing me, alright? I don’t feel alright, because I feel like…. It’s all on me and maybe, I realized it,” he continued as he ran a hand through his hair. “I realized it, alright? I… I’m simply someone who she doesn’t want to be around anymore, I caused her too much pain and that’s why she left, and that’s why she got engaged because it was a perfect way to get rid off of me. Maybe I shouldn’t have done anything. You knew that, didn’t you, Lizzie?” 

“I didn’t know she would-” 

“It’s bloody killing me, I’m not… I could’ve let her be, but I was selfish enough to consider my own bloody feelings first, just like I am right now, I guess, becuase that’s all you fucking think I am, right? A fucking arrogant son of a bitch! And she’ll have that memory of me, ruining it for her. And I don’t blame her, I can’t even control my thoughts anymore, I can’t stand myself. I can’t blame her, I showed her who I was for four bloody years and then I try to change for her. And now, I lost her. Now I lost her because I was stupid and because she’s too bloody stubborn and because she ended up doing what she was supposed to do, because that’s who she is. She does the right thing.” 

“Tom…” Sam started. 

“And I was too fucking selfish, I saw that she was going to be at her best, I saw it in those bloody pictures, and I can’t believe I… I don’t know, and I blame her, too. But I’ll miss her, god, I’m going to fucking miss her. Even if I’m angry right now, because I have the right to be angry, but…. But, but she did ask me to run away, and I should’ve run away with her. But why say all that if she was going to… I mean, why did she have to lead me on and then go and marry him? I just don’t fucking get it, you know? She’s full of shit, sometimes, can’t bloody make up her fucking mind. And you know what? She’s such a pain in the ass, you can tell her that, Lizzie, tell her that I, too, won’t stand her anymore, is that what you came here for? Or are you going to fucking tell me to keep fighting for her? Are you? Because look where all that led us, Liz! Maybe…” He scoffed. “Maybe this was all your bloody revenge for everything I did to you, and I’m fucking sorry, alright? Right now I can’t… I can’t hate, and I cant’ blame anyone but me, because this was all my fault. And I don’t want to… I can’t even listen to my thoughts anymore…Because all they’re saying is she deserved better, but did she? She’s just as fucking lost as I am,” Tom was defeated. “But that won’t make me love her any less. And deep down I know I don’t mean any bloody word I’m saying, because… I… We fucked it up.” 

Harry sighed, as he approached his brother, he hugged him. 

Tom sighed. “But I don’t want any of your pity, alright? And you, Lizzie,” he looked at her. “I don’t, I’m sorry for everything I did to you, to anyone, alright? I got my karma.” 

Sam stared at Haz and Tuwaine. “Maybe we should…. Wait,” he told him. 

“Yeah,” Tom walked off. “Wait until I feel bloody better, a few months, at least.” 

Tuwaine clicked his tongue. “We know you’re not okay but you need to know this. 

“What? That she got married?” Tom asked. “Is that what you’re bloody trying to tell me? Man, this is all rubbish.” 

Lizzie looked away. 

“Is she on her honeymoon?” Tom asked angrily. 

“I won’t tell you anything,” Lizzie shrugged. 

“Oh, now you guys won’t tell me,” Tom laughed. 

“Tom, they leaked the video,” Sam finally told him. 

Tom frowned. “What video?” 

“Oh, you know, someone at the wedding filmed when you fucking interrupted it and now it’s everywhere!” Harry explained. “Everywhere.” 

Tom felt like all the blood on his body had disappeared. He had to sit back down. This was a problem. A big one. He slowly walked back to the sofa, as he sat back down. 

He closed his eyes, as he made a long pause. Taking a big breath. “How bad is it?” He asked. 

“Very,” Harry answered. 

Tom bit his lip. “Can I… see it?” Though he didn’t know if he wanted to remember it. He didn’t have the strength to see the stupid thing he’d done before. 

Harry nodded as he showed the video to Tom. Tom felt a dagger through his chest as he watched the pathetic proposal he’d made and he saw her, too. There was pain in her eyes, and she looked tired, too. She didn’t look happy as she should’ve been. 

“This is the end of my career,” Tom whispered. 

Lizzie crossed her arms. “You’re not the bad guy here.” 

Tom looked up, with realization as to why Lizzie was there. 

“Oh,” he took a deep breath. “How… how is she?

“She’s the bitch who turned down Spiderman,” Lizzie said. “How do you think she’s doing?” 

“Shit,” Tom bit his lip and closed his eyes again. “I…” He was worried about her, because he knew she’d be attacked. 

“Yeah, she’s been called all things, and she had to delete all her social media,” Lizzie explained. “Maybe she was a bitch, very big bitch for doing that, for sure but this is the worst punishment.” 

Tom stood up. “Where’s… where’s my phone?” Tom asked as Harry handed it over. “Oh my god, this is…” Tom started to scroll through the chaos, and he saw it, people commenting on his picutres, and people calling him out. He went to twitter and everything was hating on y/n, and other people making fun of him. 

But he knew this was worse for her, this was people telling her horrible things. 

Tom had to get his mind out of this.

“Where is she?” Tom asked Lizzie. 

Lizzie looked away. 

Tom took a deep breath. “Did she…” 

“Look, Tom,” Lizzie sighed. “She’s not doing as good either, she’s just as broken as you are right now, but add to all of this that she’s dealing with hate.” 

Harry sighed. “And well…”

“Your agent called,” Haz explained. “She suggested you should first speak up on instagram, for yourself.” 

“No, no, no,” Tom frowned. “First… I have to say something about her.” 

“She suggested a press conference,” Harry said. 

“And mum and dad agreed,” Sam continued. “It would clear up everything.” 

Tom took a deep breath. 

“First, you’re going to post a statement, which we’ve… Been writing together, and you just have to give it a check,” Harry continued. 

Tuwaine nodded. “Yeah, it’s…. An initial statement.” 

Tom stood up, stressed. If this were bad, now they were even worse. 

“Should I call y/n and apologize?” Asked Tom to Lizzie. 

She shook her head. “Tom… I…No, you’re not okay, you need to heal, and… honestly, with everything, I think it would be like pouring salt on her own wounds.” 

Tom clenched his jaw and looked away. “Fuck, right.” 

“The headlines have been awful,” Haz said. “It’s…. Been.” 

“Why the fuck haven’t you guys told me?” Asked Tom, angrily.

Tuwaine frowned. “You’re seriously asking that? Have you seen yourself?” 

“You’ve been ignoring us all, we’ve tried to, fuck, we all been trying to talk to you, but you’ve pushed us all way,” Harrison raised his voice. 

“And we get it, alright?” Harry said. “But really, it’s time you…” 

Tom shook his head, standing up, pacing around the room.”Right, sorry, sorry,” he sat down again. “I need…” He stood up again, and headed to the fridge, he pulled out a beer. “Alright, okay.” 

“Here’s the statement,” Sam said, handing him the phone over. 

Tom read it, and started to change and correct a few details, to be more him, to really apologise to y/n. 

“In the past few days, a video of me has surfaced on the web. While I assume full responsibility for my actions, I would like to clarify that my decision was made abruptly and without any previous thoughts, and it was a big mistake to pull a stunt like that. I do not encourage my behaviour, and I would like to first, apologize to y/n, who has been a great friend to me for the past years and who does not deserve any of the hatred coming her way. I’m deeply sorry for the hurt and embarrassment I may have caused her and anyone who's close to me and who’s been affected by the situation. This was a stupid and momentary decision, and she had all the right to say no, and I’m extremely sorry that it has jeopardized the relationship I had with the person I loved and respected the most, Y/N. It’s no secret I love her and I care deeply for her as my best friend, and I truly can’t begin to word my apology to her. I ask from the bottom of my heart that you guys stop harassing her and give her all the necessary respect and privacy. While I know the situation can’t be undone, and I know it shall not be forgotten, I do ask discretion. 

I’m sorry, Tom.”

It felt sincere, in a way. It was simple, it was fine. 

And he meant it, but what he truly wanted to say was: “I don’t regret doing it because she was worth doing it, and I wish she’d said yes. And I hope I could turn back time so I could take us out of this mess.” 

 He sat down again. 

“This… this is too much,” Tom said before posting the screenshot of the statements to his social media. “Okay, now when’s the…”Tom rubbed his face. “The press conference?” 

Harry watched him. “Two days.” 

Tom took a deep breath. “Alright… I’ll call my agent to see what I’m supposed to say and…” Tom looked up. “This is too big of a mess.” 

Lizzie sighed. “I’m… very sorry, Tom,” she admitted. 

Tom looked up. “What for?” 

“I feel like this is partly my fault, I thought she—“Lizzie started and watched as they boys left the room. 

“We all did,” Tom interrupted her. “I hope she’s happy.” 

Lizzie nodded. “I’m sorry for coming over here and… reminding you about it,” she said. “I really didn’t want any of this to happen.” 

“Nobody did.” 

“But if there’s anything I can help with—“

“You didn’t just come here to solve this mess, I know,” Tom said. “How… how is she?”

Lizzie shrugged. “Not good.” 

Tom looked around. “Should I—“

Lizzie watched him. 

“I feel like calling her wouldn’t be right,” he admitted. “But there’s a part of me that wants to tell her that I’m deeply sorry for all the pain that I’ve caused her,” Tom continued. “I—You know, maybe I should write her something, but she’s always been the writer,” Tom sighed. “I—I” Tom looked around. “There was a part of me that…” he took a deep breath. “Come here,” he said and lead the way to his room. This was such a different experience from the last time he’d asked Lizzie to come to his room. This was so cold. She followed after him. When they arrived, Tom searched through his drawers and pulled out a blue box. 

Lizzie looked at him as she looked around the room, it was a big mess. Toblerone wraps everywhere, books hanging around. Messy and dirty clothes hanging all over the place, his AirPods on his bed. The curtains were pulled down. 

“Maybe I should give this to her, but—“Tom took a big pause as he stared at the Tiffany box. “This was always meant for her,” Tom shook his head. “It’s—complicated. I guess… I should send her all her stuff back, but maybe she doesn’t want it back… I still have her copy of the first Harry Potter book hanging around, maybe I could gather up all her stuff and give it to you so you can give it to her…. or… I don’t even know if she’d want it back… and I don’t know if I want to give it back,” Tom sighed. “I just—feel like this was all too sudden, you know? We had a lot of dreams, she had a lot of plans and now it’s all… gone, you know?” Tom not his lip. “I—I’m not okay,” he admitted. 

Lizzie carefully sat down beside him, listening. 

“I know where it all went wrong,” Tom continued. “We should’ve run away together,” he pinched the bridge of his nose, “I guess we were meant to fall apart, but I—even if it hurts and even though I’m still angry and I still need time to heal, I truly want her to be happy.”

Lizzie took his hand and squeezed it. 

“What will be of her dreams? Will she continue to be a journalist?” He scoffed. “As if  I hadn’t ruined her reputation…” he bit his lip. “I know she wanted to be a reporter, and—what about her book? Or her poetry?” Tom asked. “Will Miguel take care of that?” He shook his head. “I just want to make sure that if she chose him, that if she chose him… she is happy.” 

Lizzie nodded. “He wouldn’t be able to make her happy.” 

Tom shrugged. “He shall, she chose him for a reason.” 

Lizzie shook her head, and she chuckled. “It’s funny, isn’t it?” 

Tom frowned. 

“I was so blind,” she started. “I was one to hurt my best friend,” she said. “You and me are not so different, Tom, though you are more annoying, I—I think we both were too blind we were hurting y/n.” 

Tom nodded..

“We both shielded on protecting her while we were hurting her,” she continued. 

Tom watched her. 

“But gosh, I really thought I would mend it by…” she shook her head. “Dunno, I thought I would mend it all by telling you to go and search for her.” 

“Maybe I was too late,” Tom said. Tom looked away as he plopped to lay down on the bed, rubbing his eyes. “And me stopping the wedding like in a fucking chick flick would mean she’d have to choose me and that’s not—I get it,” he sighed. 

“You don’t,” Lizzie chuckled dryly. 

“You know what? Maybe it was too much, I know her, she doesn’t like any rom com stunts, I—I should’ve known better.” 

“You’re right about that,” Lizzie declared. “Her meaning of love isn’t yelling it to the world, she’d never do that kind of stuff.” 

Tom clicked his tongue. “Yeah I know,” Tom sighed, “for her love relies on the details.” 

Lizzie nodded. “But that’s not the big lesson to learn here.” 

Tom laughed cynically. “What is, then? Don’t try to stop a wedding until the last minute? Tell the people you love them when you have the chance?” 

“Yeah, that too,” Lizzie agreed. “But I think most importantly, choose ourselves before anybody.” 

Tom frowned.

Lizzie shrugged. “Dunno, but I know, that even if it hurt her seeing you, this was all for the best.” 

Tom sighed. “Miguel was the right choice wasn’t it?”

Lizzie shook her head. “No.” 

Tom scowled. “Then?” 

“Y/N was the right choice,” she finally said. 

“What do you mean?” Tom asked, confused.

“Y/N had to see this for herself,” she said. “We both know her, how she’s always choosing what everyone thinks she should choose.” 

“Is that why she chose Miguel?” 

Lizzie looked him in the eye. “Tom… she didn’t get married.”

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[darklingichor]

Paperback Crush by Gabrielle Moss

I love books like this.

This is a humor filled, sightly snarky love letter to YA books that came out in the 80's and 90's This was not a time of Harry Potter, Percy Jackson, or Hunger Games (though the love triangle in the last would have been right at home, I think).

Some books looked at serious issues but it wasn't usually in an interesting and adventure filled backdrop. They were mostly set in highschool. A lot of YA were things like Sweet Valley High, Fear Street, and romantic comedy. They weren't usually meant to make you think, they were meant to be entertainment.

This book started out as Moss's way to get herself out of a funk. And her way of doing that was to buy a box of old Sweet Valley High books and escape into that pastel, world where I imagine everything smells veugely like those Strawberry Shortcake dolls I had as a kid. She decided to write a book about the lit marketed to teenagers when she was a teen.

I get this, because I do this. Things get tough, I jump into old sitcoms.

I am an unashamed old millennial. Don't worry, I'm not going to go off on tide pods and the music of today, or fashion. Face it, we did a lot of dumb stuff in the 90's. We just didn't have a video platform to share it. If we had, we would have.

I am not without sin, I am so not going to cast stones.

I just remember a lot of the books analyzed in this book, and it was an awesome wave of nostalgia, mixed with the thought: Wow, some fucked up shit was happening in the world while I watched She-Ra. And also later when I was lost in Choose Your Own Adventure books.

It's cool, Moss all at once anaylizes these books, makes fun of them, and shows just how important even the shlockest one was, to our development. Not to say that each one had a good message, some were down right awful. But they did make reading fun.

She looks at a wide range of genres from the "issue" books like "Cousins" by Virginia Hamilton, which I read and sort of still haunts me. Sick lit, the first I read was one called... Sam... Sam is dying... Or Sam is dead... Losing Sam... I dunno something with Sam in the title and death in the book.

Horror (Fear Street Saga fed right into my developing history nerd brain) and of course romance (Kiss me, Creep by Marian Woodruff is the only one I remember loving, because it was a romcom *and* it had a shipwreck in it!)

Moss points out all the good, the bad, and how they made readers out of us. I also really love the fact that she puts it into the context of the times. Family values was the buzz phrase in the 80's it was Regan's America. We didn't get as much stuff like The Late Great Me which looks at teen alcoholism and how one's parents can be just as cracked as your peers. A lot of the books reflected the cultural shift. Into more conservative viewpoint, or at least a viewpoint where the threats were minor (bullies would be punished and things would get better. Who am I going to the school dance with?) Or external (Stranger Danger, drugs). In the 90's there was a shift to horror. Any surprise? They literally broadcast most of the first Gulf War, they were scaring the fuck out of grade school kids with stories of smack and AIDS.

In 5th grade, my class was given our first sex-ed course in the form of a video for the girls about periods, and kinda sorta mentioning that in connection with sex and pregnancy, (I don't know what the boys were shown, but rumor had it they were given condoms, but none of the girls ever saw them, so who knows?) and then a few months later we were shown a video about HIV and AIDS, I don't remember much about the second video except for that it blamed gay people and made it seem like any contact with body fluids would make you melt like the Nazis at the end of Raiders of the Lost Ark.

At the time, I didn't think it was fair to blame people for an illness. I was always taught that no matter what, everyone who needed medical care should be treated with compassion. To me, blaming anyone who is sick, for being sick, was mean, and did no one any good. And to blame a group for the spread of a disease just seemed like a good way to get people hurt.  I still feel this way now, but looking back on it, I'm pissed off that a group of kids were fed this line of bull. You're telling a group of 5th graders that gay people started AIDS... In the 90's... In a town of less than 3000 people, that had (at the time) 15 churches and one bookstore? Sure, make an already toxic environment for queer kids fucking radioactive.

There was also a lot of DARE stuff that sort of made it sound like anything was going to get you addicted to drugs. I remember one time, they said not to take stickers from other kids because there were cases where someone's family member had laced them with LSD and sent them out with a kid and got the all these kids on acid, which will destroy your brain after one use.

Welcome to the 90's - Steve Urkel is funny and EVERYTHING WANTS TO KILL YOU. Holy fuck, give me a book about the Salem which trials, quick, reality is too intense!

Anyway

I loved the tone of this book and it actually makes me want to go and find a lot of those books that I hadn't read and see what I think of them.

[squirrel-moose-winchester]

Merry Kissmas

Title: Merry Kissmas

Characters: Jack x Reader, Dean, Sam, and Castiel

Word Count: 2206

Warning: FLUFF!, Mild language (like one word.)

A/N: This just popped into my head and thus this was born. I had a lot of fun writing it, so I hope you guys enjoy reading it  Let me know what you think. I promise I don’t bite!

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“Okay Jack, there is one particular thing you need to know about Christmas. See this right here?” Jack nodded seeing the little plant in your hands, “It’s called a mistletoe.”

“Mistletoe,” Jack repeated.

“Correct! Awesome Jack!” You praised, earning one of his innocent and sparkling smiles. “Now, the rule of the mistletoe is that, when a person is standing under it, you have to give them a quick friendly kiss on the lips,” you explained, mischief glittering in your eyes, although unnoticed to the young and oblivious Nephilim.

“Alright, I think I get it. Christmas is really strange,” he commented.

“Here, let’s practice.” You held the mistletoe above your teddy bear. “Okay Jack, let’s pretend this is a person, and look, he’s under the mistletoe, so I’m just going to give him a quick kiss on the lips,” you told him before pecking your stuff bear’s mouth. “Do you understand better now?”

“Yes, that definitely helped.”

“Good, now don’t forget about the rule,” you reiterated.

“Got it. If a person is under the mistletoe, we give them a kiss.”

“YES!” You cheered, a little too enthusiastically, causing you and Jack to slightly bounce on your bed.

“Hey, what’s going on in here?” Dean popped in front of your bedroom door. You whipped your head in his direction, Jack casually greeting him.

“N-Nothing!” You blurted, hiding the mistletoe behind you. Dean glared, not believing you in the slightest.

“Actually, Y/N was teaching me about Christmas,” Jack interjected.

“Uh, yeah…” you trailed, hoping Dean would believe it. It was true after all.

“Yeah, whatever. And what did I say about you two being alone in a room together?” Dean scolded, waving his finger back and forth between you and Jack.

“Relax DAD! The door is open,” you retorted sarcastically. Dean grunted before giving the two of you wary eyes.

“Door. Stays. Open,” he warned, giving Jack an intimidating stare.

“YES! Sheesh!” You groaned. Dean gave a little satisfied smirk before disappearing from the door frame. Dean always found satisfaction in annoying you. To Dean it felt like the closest thing he’d get to ‘normal.’ To that white picket fenced life. He felt it was as if he was the big older brother tormenting his sweet baby sister. And he wasn’t wrong. To onlookers, they would think the same as well.

After a few more minutes of explaining Christmas to Jack, and answering his million questions about who Santa Clause is, the two of set out into the rest of the bunker. The pair of you nonchalantly roamed the bunker in search for your first unsuspecting victim. That was when you saw Sam sitting in the library, his ever-changing hazel orbs glued to the screen, idly typing away at his laptop.

Sucker number one.

You’d think that guilt would have stopped you from pulling this prank, considering you were practically taking advantage of Jack’s innocene and ignorance of the vast world he was still trying to learn, but you didn’t. In fact, you relished in all the possibilities.

Jack watched you with curiosity and amusement as you snuck behind Sam, ducking behind him and dangling the mistletoe over his head. You readied your camera phone anticipating the reaction Sam was going to give. Fighting the urge to laugh, you bit the inside of your cheeks, cursing Jack for taking five-ever to do the thing.

Suddenly Jack was standing beside Sam and you moved away in time to catch the perfect shot. Sam had noticed Jack standing uncomfortably close, and when he looked up to ask id he needed anything, Jack shook his head before dipping down to capture Sam’s lips with his. Sam tried to back away but failed miserably, practically falling off the chair.

“Jack! Ugh, what the hell?! What are you doing?!” Sam was a mixture of frantic and baffled to what just happened and why it happened. His face was cherry red and you couldn’t handle it any more. You broke into uncontrollable laughter, your phone vigorously shaking in your hands.

“It’s the rule of the mistletoe,” Jack announced, not finding what was so funny or what was so wrong.

“Y/N!” Sam shouted in anger and he got up from the floor, dusting off his pants. Tears were falling from your eyes and your stomach was clenched so hard from laughing that it hurt to breathe.

“Sammy, I’m just trying to teach Jack some of the holiday traditions,” you surprisingly managed to say. What surprised you more was that it was actually coherent.

“Well leave me out of it!” Sam raged.

“Alright, alright!” You gasped, still trying to gather oxygen into your lungs. “Merry Kissmas!”

“Get out of here,” Sam groaned. You shrieked in fear and excitement, grabbing Jack’s hand and pulling him along.

Jack scrunched his face in confusion. He was sure he did everything right. He didn’t understand why Sam was so angry. He looked to you for clarification, but all you did was take one look at his poor face and burst into a fit of giggles.

“Jack, jack…” you patted his shoulder. “I guess Sam just wasn’t in the Christmas spirit. It’s okay, let’s try someone else.” You gave him a reassuring smile which brought back his own.

Entering the kitchen, you found Castiel stowing the groceries into the fridge. He must have just gotten home from picking up Dean’s shopping list. Cass greeted you and Jack, before focusing back to the task at hand, however he was unaware that you had your own agenda.

Creeping behind Cass, you stood on your tiptoes, and stretched your arms over his head, hitting the record button. Jack noticed the mistletoe and wasted no time in approaching Cass and pecking him on the lips. Jack smiled while Cass just stared back at him, body still. You couldn’t read the expression on his face as he was stoic like always.

“Why did you do that?” Was his only reply and that was enough to finally break you down. Cass immediately turned his attention to you, watching your writhe under your own cackling fit.

“Why are you so serious?!” You blared, your laughter getting the best of your ability to talk in an appropriate volume. Jack was still standing there with that innocent smile.

God, I love Cass, you thought to yourself.

“Y/N, I heard your prayer. I am very honored that you feel that way about me. I assure you, that I, too, love you, along with Jack and Sam and Dean.

Still calming down, a wide grin spread across your face as you lunged yourself towards Cass, hugging him tightly around his waist, resting your head against his chest. Cass returned the gesture, gently placing his hands around your back and settling his cheek on the top of your head.

“Thanks Cass, I love you! Merry Kissmas!” You chirped, letting him go abruptly and clutching Jack’s hand, running out of the kitchen to find the last person on your mistletoe trick list.

“I don’t think you said that right,” Cass spoke, but it was already too late, you and Jack were already out of sight.

You knew Dean was a big risk, but a risk you were willing to take none the less. Jack was a Nephilim, with extraordinary powers, so you weren’t too worried about things going sideways. Jack followed closely behind you as you padded your way through the bunker, in search of the big bad Winchester. Mr. “Grumpchester.”

After searching the entire bunker including his room, there was only one place left – the garage. As you neared Dean’s second sanctuary, you could hear the sounds of Led Zeppelin muffled through the door. You rolled your eyes at his choice of music. It was almost Christmas; he should have been listening to Christmas songs!

Opening the door, sound waves of instruments washed over you. It was louder than you expected it to be. You stormed over to the stereo and turned down the volume drastically, earning a protest from Dean.

“Hey, hey! My music, what gives!” He grumbled.

“It was so loud; I’m surprised you’re not deaf!” You spat back.

“What do you want anyways?”

“Well Jack wanted to know why Santa Clause lives in the North Pole,” you improvised.

“Look, I don’t have time for this,” Dean exhaled, dropping one of his tools in search for another.

You took this as your chance and suspended the Christmas plant over Dean’s head and waited for Jack to kiss him. You glared at Jack, using your eyes to communicate and urge him to do it, but he was hesitant. As Dean found a tool, you hid the mistletoe back behind your back, stuffing it into your back pocket.

You shuffled back over to Jack whispering in his ear. “Jack, what’s wrong? C’mon, Dean’s the last one,” you reasoned.

“I’m not sure about doing this with Dean. I can sense that he isn’t in the Christmas spirit either,” Jack pouted. “Why don’t you do this round?” He suggested in a hushed tone.

“What? I can’t,” you hissed, not wanting Dean to hear.

“Why not? I’ve done it with Sam and Cass.”

“What’s this?” Dean chimed, pulling the mistletoe from your back pocket. You whipped around, jumping to reach for it.

“Dean!” You shouted as Dean laughed at your dismay.

The shouting and laughing caught the attention of Sam and Cass, who were now standing at the garage entrance.

“Oh, c’mon shortcake, you can do better than this,” Dean sang, chuckling at your weak attempt to grab the mistletoe.

Jack stood there watching. He was confused on what to do. Should he laugh with Dean or be angry like you? That’s when he noticed something. The mistletoe was hanging above you. Dean had sent him a threatening text during their exploration of the bunker about kissing him under the mistletoe, however Jack saw no harm or threat when it was you under it.

Dean sent Jack a wink, as he took hold of your arms and spun you around. Without a second for you to comprehend what was happening, his lips were on yours. Your eyes widened in shock, before fluttering shut. Jack’s kiss lingered longer than the pecks he’d given Sam or Cass. Your eyes flew open and you reluctantly pushed Jack away. Cheering surrounding you. Unknown to your knowledge, Sam had taken out his phone to record the momentous occasion – an opportunity to give you a taste of your own medicine.

Your face was blown red, heat radiating off of your entire body. Jack just looked at you as if deep in thought. The more he stared the more embarrassed you got. “Ha, you think this is funny?!” You fussed, your mind absolutely frazzled.

“Yeah, actually we do,” Dean grinned.

“I thought it was really nice,” Jack stated out of the blue. Dean raised his eyebrows at the statement, as did Sam. Cass remained neutral in the face. “Your lips were really warm and soft, and it made me all tingly inside.”

The more Jack spoke the more embarrassed you got. Dean noticed and had no remorse to tease you about it.

“I guess I should be calling you strawberry shortcake since your face is so red,” he nudged you, catching you off guard and sending you into Jack’s arms. You flew out of his grip in record time, overwhelmed with shame.

“What’s wrong Y/N? Did you not like it?” Jack frowned.

God, you liked it. You liked it so much, but this couldn’t happen. You were you and Jack was… well… Jack.

“She definitely liked it, she just prayed about it,” Cass announced. You curdled your body into a ball, attempting to hide yourself from pure humiliation.

“Merry Kissmas!” Dean bellowed.

After a day or two things finally started to die down. The guys were not teasing you about it as much and Jack had stopped asking you about what he felt.

Waking up from a nap, you entered the kitchen for a glass of water. You filled up your cup, taking a sip before heading into the library. You found Dean and Sam huddled around the laptop, giggling like high school girls, while Jack and Cass stood behind them. Jack had a smile etched to his face while Cass seemed amused.

Standing beside Jack, who sent you a smile, you took a sip of your water just as you saw what they were watching. It was the kiss of you and Jack. Water sprayed all over the back of Dean and Sam’s head, and a little on the laptop screen.

“What the fuck? Ew!” Dean rushed to his feet, wiping himself with his hands. Sam froze, standing slowly before turning towards you, sending daggers your way.

At that moment, you didn’t know if you should cower in fear or burst into laughter. It was just one of those moments that was hilarious to the onlooker but frustrating to the victims. Accepting that you were probably going to get shit for this, your resolve quickly broke and you let it all out. You laughed as you imagined what you must have looked like spitting water all over the boys and you laughed harder at the reactions you got from them.

It was classic.

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