#Fionn Whitehead oneshot

[mxlti-fand0m-imaginess]

Dating Zac Would Include

request: okay so Zac (Voyagers) headcanons for dating (w/ fem!reader but if you want to do it with gn!reader its okay), pls? <3 - anon

Hiii could you do something with Zac from voyagers? I don’t care what i’m just excited that someone writes for him !! <3 - anon

prompts: none

summary: you and Zac had been best friends since you were born. but what happens when you begin to see him in a different way?

warnings: allusions to sex (nothing explicit), blood, fighting, weapons, murder

word count: 870

a/n: gn!reader

you and Zac had been friends for as long as you could remember

but something changed between the two of you once you stopped taking the blue

you looked different to him

better

beautiful

and you could barely take your eyes off of him

how had you never noticed he looked like that before?

he was the most stunning person you’d ever seen and you could feel yourself beginning to fall for him

the both of you could feel that the other felt the same

you didn’t have to say anything

you couldn’t really pinpoint where your relationship with Zac started

it was just kind of there all of a sudden

neither of you confessed, but you came to a sort of unspoken agreement

you both liked each other, why bother talking about it?

you spent the early stages of your relationship sneaking around

hiding it in front of Richard, and everyone else

it was your own little secret

he used to sneak into your room at night

the two of you stayed up exploring each other and all of the new feelings you finally had

it was exhilarating

and everything was perfect

until it wasn’t

Richard had died while repairing the outside of the ship

when Zac told you it was partially his fault, you weren’t really surprised

you knew Zac didn’t like Richard, and while murder was a bit extreme, you didn’t really mind

you were just happy you could stop hiding your love for Zac

but then the rebellion started

Zac didn’t like how strict all of the rules were

or how Christopher got to be in charge

he wanted that power

that freedom

and he was going to make sure he got it

Zac started his movement, and soon the ship was divided

he appointed you his second in command

and the two of you led the movement for freedom

no more working

no more strict rules

you could do whatever you wanted and no one could stop you

you loved the freedom

the power that you had

you felt stronger than you ever had before

but what you weren’t planning on was the violence that came with it

Zac had found weapons in the ship that were meant for the third generation

you had thought they were just for show

to scare Christopher and Sela

but then Phoebe died

you watched her get shot right before your eyes

and you realized just had dangerous this was going to get

“Zac, please we don’t need the weapons. You saw what happened to Phoebe, someone else could get hurt!” you pleaded with him.

“Calm down y/n. Phoebe was just a warning. No one else is going to get hurt, I promise.”

you nodded at his words, and hugged him tightly, relieved that all this killing would finally be over

“Now I’ll be right back. I’m going to try to reason with Christopher. And I won’t kill him, ok?”

you nodded once more and watched as he walked out of the room to go find Christopher

time passed, and you began to grow worried

what was taking him so long?

you heard the door finally open and you turned around, relieved

but Zac wasn’t there

it was Christopher and Sela

everyone in the room raised their weapons at them, waiting to hear what they had to say

but you weren’t expecting the words that came out of his mouth next

“Zac’s dead.”

you felt your whole world fall apart

you didn’t want to believe it

you couldn’t

“No. No you’re lying.”

“Y/n-” Christopher started, but you cut him off

“No! You’re lying! What did you do?! Where is he?! You’re lying!”

you couldn’t stop the tears from rolling down your face

Sela walked over to you and pulled you into a hug

“Y/n I had to. He was going to kill us all.”

you froze at her words

she killed him?

and she expected to get away with it?

no, you weren’t about to let that happen

you pushed Sela off of you, and tackled her, punching wherever you could

you couldn’t control yourself

you were just so angry

you felt someone try to pull you off, but you wouldn’t budge

so they pushed harder

you stumbled full force across the room, falling onto the edge of the desk

your neck slammed against it, and a cracking sound emitted from it

and the most unimaginable pain filled your body

you fell to the floor, suddenly finding yourself unable to breathe

your sight became blurry

you felt blood pooling out the back of your neck as you slowly faded away

life on the ship was different after you and Zac passed

they kept some of their freedom, but also went back to preparing for the third generation

everything was finally at peace between them

no more fighting

no more rebellion

the story of you and Zac was motivation as to why the program was important

the two of you became a warning

as to what would happen if the program wasn’t followed

and even though neither of you were there to see it, the impact the two of you mad would last generations

[hosdamniny]

a simple snowstorm

Pairing: Fionn Whitehead x Reader

WORD COUNT: 1628

A/N: HAAAAAAAA THIS IS THE FIRST TIME THAT I’VE TRIED TO WRITE AN IMAGINE DRABBLE ONESHOT THING NO PROMISES ON HOW IT IS AHGHGHG. IM USED TO WRITING SCIENTIFICALLY. if it seems as if its really simplistic, that was a concept ???¿ idk i tried lol. also this polar vortex is making me need cozy and warm fionn to cuddle with so yeahhh

TRIGGER WARNINGS: none just sincere fluff i think

Fionn and I are busy people. I think it’s safe to say we take pride in what we do, we’re hard workers. His schedule can get pretty clogged for a period of the year when working on a new movie, show, or anything of the like. But right now, we’re both pushing and giving our best. 

The new film Fionn’s in is in the heat of shooting, and it seems to be more rigorous than his last one. There’s a lot of running involved for him; this isn’t a problem, he just comes back to our flat exhausted and ready to go to bed. I’m currently a barista at a small coffee shop in town, but I’m also a college student. Fionn often times comes to visit me when I’m working and he has a break in filming. He always seems to compliment me on how well I do latte art, and will proceed to say something along the lines of “I was complete shit when I worked in a coffee shop, but this is beautiful.” It was like a ritual to him whenever he was visiting, and I am not complaining. 

Today is Saturday, and it was quite chilly out in London. When I was at work, many customers kept mentioning and asking if I and the rest of my coworkers that day were ready for the snow storm moving in later. I knew it was cold, but I hadn’t realized there would be gratuitous amounts of snow coming in. It wasn’t until the end of my shift that I was able to check the radar, and sure enough the storm was an hour or two away. After much deliberation, my coworkers, manager, and I agreed to not open the next day out of consideration for our well beings.

I left the shop around 2:30. The storm isn’t going to arrive for about two hours now, but it was snowing lightly. The white gentle flakes kissed my nose and cheeks as I made my way to our flat.

Once inside, I took a deep breath. It didn’t dawn on me how busy it was at work, and how exhausted I was now that I was in a place where it was calm. The small flat Fionn and I live in was more on the modern side. Showing peace and calmness with its theme colors of navy blue, greys, greens. It was cozy and comforting nonetheless. I removed my winter gear, and began my post-work ritual.

I made my way to our bedroom and I was greeted by a messy bed. My eyes grazed over it to the photo of the two of us propped on one of our bedside tables. Fionn was the last one to get up today, and he’s usually particular about the bed and it’s neatness, even if it is just straightening the duvet out. I chuckle assuming he was too tired to do so this morning. I go and choose a fresh set of underwear and comfy clothes from our closet, and head to the bathroom. 

My shower is quick, and it tends to always have been. I adjust the cable knit sweater I’ve just put on while I attempt to wipe the steam away from the mirror. I’ve always liked my eyes, they look like forests that I could wander into for days. Their (e/c) branches snaking and weaving towards the new moon of my pupil. Breaking my thoughts away, I finish up and head to the kitchen. I think it’s safe to say we should all have a bit of hot tea when there’s a big snowstorm coming.

My eyes peer over to the stove clock as I press kettle’s switch down, it’s 4:00 pm. Fionn said he’d be done for the day around 6, and the snow is starting pick up and get heavier. I believe that Fionn will get home, but now I’m not sure on the time. Snow causes delays, and it’s what begins to kickstart a small feeling of anxiety in my stomach. The small click of the kettle wakes me from my thoughts, and I begin to fill my mug.

It is now 5:30. The snow is really coming down now, and I haven’t really been to anxious about Fionn; he texted me saying he was going to pick up some take away. I’ve been busy studying for the past hour and a half when I hear the door to our flat open. I glance up to see a Fionn in his black winter coat covered with snow, his hands, bare and red from the winter chill, grasping a plastic bag with chinese food. 

A smile creeps onto my face, “Hi.” he says.

“Well, hi lovely,” I say as I make my way over to him.

“I underestimated how far away the restaurant was.”

“I see that,” I giggle, grabbing the bag from his chilled hands.

I empty the bag on the counter, and turn the kettle on once again. This time it was for both of us. Out of his winter attire, he joins me in the kitchen. I can see him out of the corner of my eye, and he’s fiddling with his glasses that have now fogged over from the change in temperature. He grabs a mug from the cabinet and sets in on the counter with a sigh. By this time, I’ve turned around, leaning on the counter and facing him. I grab his hands, still cold, attempting to help warm him.

“Did you get let out early because of the weather?” I gently ask, playing with his fingers. His nose and cheeks are rosy.

“Yeah, we couldn’t film anymore,” he exhales, “None of the scenes required falling snow, so we just called it a day.”

The quiet click of the kettle pulls Fionn’s warmer hands from mine, I then grab the food and leave to the living room. Fionn follows suit with two fresh mugs of tea, made to our own liking. We settle down into the couch, and begin to eat with a soft sitcom on the telly; we catch up on each other’s day.

“What was the coffee shop like today? Busy?” Fionn inquires as he feeds some stir fried veggies.

“Surprisingly, yeah. It was steady,” I answer as I move my hands in effort to emphasize, “but it was like, and uncomfortable steady.”

“Yeah? How was your latte art today, you know I like that.” He nudges my arm gently in a loving tease.

“Oh it was fine, you dork.”

“Fine? Just fine??” he retorts, “I think we both know that you are the best barista with the best latte art! At least in my books.”

“God, fine, whatever you say.” I bashfully indulge, smirking.

He talks about his day, it’s just as busy as it was yesterday. He says he was still exhausted from the day before, and that today just amplified his fatigue.

The rest of our time eating is spent switching between having simple conversation, studying each other, and watching the sitcom. It’s not uncomfortable, it’s fascinating really. Fionn is such a cute boy and I’m glad I’m with him, sharing this relationship. I’m in the middle of watching him take a bite while simultaneously watching the sitcom when his phone rings across the room. He then gets up to answer it, leaving the container of food on the coffee table.

When he comes back, I’m now slumped into a crook of the couch, cozy as ever. He lays down with me, cozied up against me. His head resting on my chest and arms tangled with mine. 

He looks up with a grin, “I’ve no filming to do tomorrow.”

“Because of the storm?”

He nods and replaces his head on my chest again, I peer out the window behind the television. I have this feeling he does the same, for he says, “(Y/N), you’re just as pretty as that snow out there.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he responds as I place my hand on his head, petting and playing with his hair.

“How so?”

He inhales before he starts, “Well, no matter how hard it seems to be coming down, it’s always mesmerizing.”

I tittered as I raised an eyebrow, “And how does that relate to me, lovely?”

“Well you work so hard all the time, but you never fail to mesmerize me in all your states of mind.”

I smiled, I was taken aback a bit, in a warm way. I knew I work hard, but just the way Fionn said it in his tired and gentle state made it mean so much more. By this time, it’s safe to say that we were both tired and on the brink of falling asleep.

“Fionn, I can say the exact same for you.”

I felt him smile as well in that moment, and I was greeted with the feeling of content. We were in that moment where we just didn’t need anything else to add to it. We know we love each other, and we don’t necessarily need to say it aloud. Fionn did just to reinforce the moment, as some sort of reassurance for me.

“I love you,” his tired and delicate voice said.

Boy, could I listen to that forever and ever.

“As do I.” I return as my lips lower and linger on his head.

His soft hair under my finger tips and our synchronized gentle breaths eventually put us to sleep on the couch. The telly is still on, but that does not matter, nor does the snow storm gracefully raging outside. All we know is that we have a Sunday to be dedicated to each other, coziness, and a moment of rest from our intertwined busy lives.

[stan-holland]

Coffee Shop AU -- Fionn Whitehead x Reader

Coffee Shop — Fionn Was wondering if you can do a Fionn imagine sort of AU where like how he said he used to wash dishes well something like where y/n is a new employee at the coffee shop and he sort of is giving her a tour of the place and everything and they really hit it off and they end up having the same shifts so they see a lot of each other and Fionn always finds little ways to accidently run into her and after some time he eventually asks her out. Thanks x

“And back here we have my favorite part of the store — the coat hanger!” 

“The coat hanger is your favorite thing here?” you asks confusedly. 

Fionn’s ears redden a bit and you try to stop yourself from smiling too broadly when you see Fionn reach to tug at his earring — a nervous tick that was easy to pick up on. 

“Yeah,” he mumbles. “You never know what this bad boy’ll have.” He pauses for a second, looking at the jackets hanging over the wooden piece. 

“Sometimes you’ll find a fedora, a nice leather jacket, a sturdy wool coat or something. One time,” he laughs, looking briefly at you before looking over at the rack once more. “I found this god-awful orange raincoat with these atrocious ducks printed all over.”

You start laughing when you see Fionn break into the biggest grin you’ve ever seen. You laugh more at Fionn’s delighted expression than anything else. 

“I bet it was a sight to behold,” you say, your laughter dying out as Fionn reaches down to pick up a scarf from the floor. 

“It definitely was,” he turns to look at you, a smile still pasted to his face. “I went to look in the pocket for a wallet or ID or something,” his giggles begin to spill out of his mouth, “and, this is true, in the pocket of this thing was a receipt.” He pauses for dramatic effect, chuckling still. “This ugly thing was $300.”

“What?!” You practically shout. “You’re fucking kidding me, right?” You’re laughter is uncontrollable at this point and you look up to see Fionn can’t stop laughing either. 

“Someone actually paid ALL THAT MONEY for an ugly, awful fucking jacket,” he cheeks are tinted pink. You’re laughter calms as he continues shaking his head at the memory. “Some people really have too much money.” 

You nod in agreement, your small little laughs escaping your mouth. 

When things settle, Fionn shakes himself a little and then nods back towards the main part of the store.

“Come on, let me finish showing you around — don’t need Matilda coming back and yelling at me for not finishing this tour up quickly.” 

You follow Fionn back to the front, where you see your boss Matilda attending a guest. Fionn turns around and smiles once more.

“Is there anything else you think I should know before the tour is over?” You ask excitedly, ready to begin your first day post-training. 

“Just one little thing I should probably mention before you take over the espresso machine,” Fionn says, raising his index finger to accompany his words. “Whatever you do, whatever conversation you find yourself in, do not mention the raincoat I told you about earlier.” 

“Is that something I wasn’t supposed to know about?” You ask, a smile creeping on your face as you see Fionn reach for the earring again. 

“Technically,” Fionn laughs dryly for a second, “No one is supposed to know. The owner of the jacket has sworn me to secrecy I’m afraid.” 

“Are you serious?!”

“Absolutely,” you both laugh at the absurdity. “And we can’t go around losing that kind of business, honey.” 

You laugh, hoping your laugh will hide the smile that erupted after he called you ‘honey.’

“Alright,” you answer. “Your secret is safe with me, ducky.”

Fionn throws his head back and laughs. “Come you, I can already tell you’ll be a great shift partner.” 

“Fionn,” you begin, wiping the excess coffee grounds from the nozzle, “can you pass me the next cup, please?”

“Absolutely, petal.” 

You smile, placing your hand out to get the cup he places in your hand. You feel his finger brush against your palm and you turn your head to see Fionn staring down at your hands. 

“You alright there, ducky?” You ask teasingly. 

“Always alright at 8 a.m. on Sunday,” he smiled sarcastically. “When’s your first break this morning?”

“In about an hour,” you respond, completing your task. “You want me to grab you something?” 

“Nah, mine’s in about two, so I think I’ll be alright.” 

“How do we always end up working the same shifts?” You ask, realizing you haven’t worked a shift in the last two months where Fionn wasn’t working with you. 

“It’s the universe, babe,” Fionn said, his tongue pushing into his cheek flirtingly. 

You threw your head back, “Sure it is, petal.”

He laughs but shoves your arm a bit, “Not a big believer in fate, ducky?”

You continue to laugh as you wipe off the remaining grounds on the counter. “I don’t believe in fate — you’re either stalking me or someone really hates me.”

“Hey!” he shouts mock-angrily. “What’s wrong with working with me? You don’t love all my fantastic, grade-A latte art?”

“Fionn Fionny Fionn Fionn.” You begin, turning around to lean against the marble counter. “Your latte art is literally just randomly poured milk, buddy.” 

“That’s not true!” He crosses his arms, “My latte art is superb. It’s the only reason people keep coming by!”

“People keep coming by because it’s good coffee and it’s cheap — not because you’ve learned to draw sunflowers on coffee.” 

He uncrosses his arms, but reaches for his earring. “Or maybe they come back to keep getting a look at your face,” he laughs awkwardly, letting go of his earring but not letting go of the conversation at hand. “This face draws in all the customers, petal.” 

“I don’t think that’s true,” you say with laughter bubbling from your throat, your face heating up. 

“Oh yeah?” he says, his cheeks pink pink pink. “They don’t come to get a look at this plain old face. And they could seriously get coffee anywhere else on this shopping strip.” He says, turning sideways to call out the customer’s name from the cup. “Ever since you’ve been added to the schedule, all of your shifts have seen customer sales go through the roof.” 

You stand there, flabbergasted and flattered. You don’t say anything, but you can’t stop looking at Fionn. 

“Do you not realize how attractive you are?” You say after a few seconds. You see Fionn freeze momentarily, his ears turning red but his eyes never really meeting yours. “You don’t, do you?” You ask when you notice Fionn trying to ignore the topic. 

You reach out, gripping his wrist lightly — although you wouldn’t expect it from him, you still half-expect Fionn to pull away from you. 

“Fionn,” you start, “petal, ducky.” You wait for him to turn and look you in the eye — it takes him a second. “You are seriously so attractive... You could be a fucking movie star, do you seriously not know that?” 

Although you didn’t expect to start the day by helping your co-worker realize how hot he was, you now feel like it’s your civic duty to do so — if he’s not into you, maybe you can try to help him get the person he really is interested in.

“I don’t like where this conversation has ended,” said Fionn, his eyes stuck to the hand that’s still holding his wrist. "I also don't like that you continue to use this whole 'movie star' fiasco against me -- I told you that in confidence."

"I'm not using it against you," you answer, slightly offended. "You're so hot and talented! How could people not recognize that?"

You and Fionn are looking at each other again, but you're both distracted by the sudden cough that comes from across the counter. A balding man smiles awkwardly as he picks up his cup, nodding to the both of you but never saying a word.

Fionn chuckles awkwardly, "You don't have to amuse me by lying... I'm not offended or anything."

"I-," you start, gulping your fear away, "I wasn't lying. You are seriously super talented." You pause and then continue, "And hot! Like, so hot! Have you seen yourself?"

"Alright, Y/N," Matilda is putting her apron on, "Maybe you should take your break now instead?" She pauses, glancing at Fionn for a few seconds, "Unless you and Fionn have some unfinished business you'd both like to take care of? I can let you both figure things out in the back room or something?" She finishes the sentence with a smirk on her face.

You and Fionn both blush a bit, but you shake your head. "No, I should probably go out and get some air anyway."

You walk to take your apron off, walk to grab your bag and jacket and exit through the back door. 

"Look," you're taking your earphones off when you hear Matilda's voice coming from the front counter. "We're way past even. You owe me more at this point." 

You hear Fionn sigh. "I realize that yeah." 

"And I don't want to push you to do anything, but," she continues, "You can't keep destroying yourself this way."

"I know," Fionn whispers. 

When you don't hear anything else for a couple of seconds, you walk back in, making a show of struggling to re-tie your apron. "Hey guys," you ask casually.

Fionn smiles softly before turning back to cleaning off the counter. You frown slightly before returning Matilda's soft 'hey.'

"Anything crazy happen while I was gone?" 

"Nah," Matilda continues, "things were quiet. Isn't it annoying when this place is insane when you're here but super calm when you're on break?"

"It's the worst!" You proclaim and laugh when Matilda giggles a bit. "Well, we'll see if that continues now that Fionn gets a chance to go on his break, too." 

Fionn's head lifts a bit, almost as if he's forgotten about his own time off. "Yeah, yeah, we'll see."

He walks away without saying bye and heads to the back room. 

You lean against the cash register, turning your back to it and facing Matilda.

"I feel like I haven't seen you in forever!" you begin.

"Right?! Ever since you got hired, it's like our schedules just never align."

"You schedule the times, though, right?"

"Yeah," she answers. "I do."

"So..." you begin shyly. "Is there any specific reason why Fionn and I always get scheduled to work the same shift?" You start. When you see Matilda blink, you panic a bit. "I don't mean that in a regretful way! I just meant... I just meant that every single shift I've had since I started here has always been paired with Fionn's shift."

Matilda laughs to herself, "Maybe you should ask Fionn that."

"I did," you say silently.

"Maybe you should push him for a real answer." She smiles knowingly. "Come on, the yoga class next door is about to get off and we should get moving." She pushes a cup towards you.

You and Fionn both sighed as you stepped out of the coffee shop and onto the street -- the clouds hung low and the air smelled of winter, snow and coffee.

"I never thought I'd say this," Fionn says, "but I'm tired of the smell of coffee."

You throw your head back, laughing and continue to belly-laugh when Fionn's giggles begin.

"I definitely agree," you say after you finish laughing. 

There's some comfortable silence for a couple of minutes, but you amp yourself up, take a deep breath and open your mouth.

"Fionn," you say, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk. You turn to face him, "why do we have all the same shifts?"

His eyes stare at yours, his pupils trembling lightly. You glance down when you see him swallow. 

"What did Matilda tell you?" He sounds nervous.

"She told me to ask you. To press for an answer." You stand in silence for a minute. "Is it her way of torturing you or something?"

"What?!" He sputters, "No -- no,no,no,no. Of course not!" He runs a hand through his hair. "Why would you think that?"

"Because you aren't being honest with me? Maybe?"

Fionn's mouth opens a couple of times. But he still doesn't speak.

You roll your eyes. "Never mind, don't worry about answering that. I won't hold it against you. Let's keep walking."

Fionn sighs, his eyes closing for a second, but his hand stops you from moving forward -- his grip holds your inner arm.

"Look," he starts. "It's not punishment." He bites his lip for a second. "Matilda owes -- owed -- me a favor and this was her way of fulfilling that."

You stand there, a confused look on your face. "I don't understand."

"She did me a favor by assigning us to have all the same shifts." His cheeks, ears turn red. 

A smile breaks out onto your face slowly. "Mr. Whitehead requested for us to have all the same shifts? Does Mr. Ducky really miss me that much?" You laugh and watch Fionn's face to make sure you gauge his reaction correctly.

A shy smile appears, "I miss you every second we aren't together." 

The smile disappears from your face. But it's quickly replaced by something else -- awe, love and tentativeness. 

Fionn sees your face change but doesn't say anything. 

"Fionn," you say. "Are you saying you have feelings for me?"

Although Fionn doesn't speak, you see his head nod 'yes.' 

A smile breaks out once more and you feel your cheeks redden -- they match Fionn's.

"I can't believe that hot, funny Fionn Whitehead from Matilda's Coffee likes me." You smile, putting your hands out so that Fionn can place his in yours. 

"I can't believe you haven't told me you like me back." He said teasingly, a smirk appearing on his face.

"I can't believe you need me to say it, considering how obviously I've been flirting with you since we started working together."

He laughs softly, "You've been flirting with me?" His smile is a permanent fixture on his face now. "If it took me until now to realize it, maybe you're awful at flirting?"

"Or maybe you're just really fucking oblivious?" You lean forward, the proximity of your face to Fionn's is teasing him. "But yes -- I do like you too ducky."

You push yourself forward, giving his cheek a quick peck. 

You both giggle in each other's faces, but Fionn pulls away quickly. 

"Can I kiss you now?" he whispers.

"Of course you can," you whisper back.

"Wait," you say, Fionn's hand in yours. It's been half an hour since you and Fionn shared your first kiss and now you're finally thinking clearly. "Why did Matilda owe you a favor?"

"Let's just say she makes some poor fashion choices and then pay too much money for them." He smirks and laughs along when you finally remember that awful raincoat from the first day you met Fionn. 

anon, this took me over a year. i hope you read this, wherever you are. 

if any of you who somehow still follow me read this, thanks for sticking around. i owe you all lots, and i’m working on it. x

[fionnglynnjackstyles]

masterlist

dunkirk cast imagines

scroll down to “nsfw” for smut

tom glynn-carney:

You Stayed

You’re Ridiculously Comfortable

Your Lips Are So Soft

I Couldn’t Bear To See You With Someone Else

You’re Taking Her Side Against Mine?

It Was Perfect...You’re Perfect

Why Do You Smell Like Perfume?

I Knew You Were Gonna Look So Good

I’m Bad At Texting First

part three of Chloe’s Birthday Series    part one by @lowdenglynnstyles  part two by @outofworkactress

Too Cliche?

jack lowden:

The Floor Is Lava

It’s Four A.M.

Reunited

We’re Gonna Be Parents?

I Don’t Hate You

I Want Everyone To Know Your Mine

You’re A Big Piece Of Inspiration For This

I Can’t Believe You’re Actually Wearing My Clothes

Could You Hold My Hand?

You’re Amazing, Button

You’re The Perfect Height For Me To Rest My Chin On Your Head

Where He Would Take You On Dates

You Reveal Your Relationship In An Interview

My Strong Girl

Breakfast In My Sweater

fionn whitehead:

I Can’t Believe You Don’t Know My Eye Colour!

nsfw

fionn whitehead:

You’re My Universe

Just Be Ready For Me

I’ve Got You

You Like Your Surprise?

tom glynn-carney:

I Said I’m Hungry, Not Horny!

Do You Think They Can Hear Us?

Look At The Mess You Made

You Look So Hot In Those Glasses

Look How Good We Look

You Like Your Surprise?

How Did I Get So Lucky?

Face Sitting

jack lowden:

I Need You

Baths

Eating You Out

I’ll Never Leave You For That Long Again

You’re So Fucking Sexy When You’re Angry

So Good For Daddy

[suspiciouslycurly]

I catch a glimpse of heaven.

A/N: I wrote this very short piece a few years ago (I told you I get inspired every couple years, didn’t I) and since I kind of liked it, I decided to bring it back. I edited it a tiny little bit and now it can be read with anyone in mind, whoever you fancy :)

What: the snow is falling on the ground and they’re falling into each other’s arms

Word count: 260

Warnings: absolutely none 

She felt like it couldn’t be true. That if she moved an inch, she’d wake up from that unbelievable dream. Not possible. Can’t be happening. Not now. Not in her whole life.

He was looking at her through his deep coloured glistening eyes. She felt she could drown herself in them anytime, they were hypnotizing her. His face was so close, so unbelievably close to hers. Tender snowflakes were falling slowly from the winter evening sky, touching her rosy cheeks. It was starry even though it snowed. The stars were there, so close she could catch them if she only wanted to. The faint light from a street lamp was playing with her round eyes, making them look more shiny than ever. His whole existence was pulling her into his arms but she was like paralyzed. His strong gaze made her shake from excitement but at the same time, she felt so small. So weak. The twinkle in his eyes was so irresistible.

He caught her hand and pulled her close to him, so close as if he wanted to fill up all the space between them. She felt his heart beating next to hers. Strongly and passionately, it made her all dizzy and close to losing her consciousness. “I love you,” she suddenly heard. It was a whisper full of passion. She couldn’t breathe anymore, even though she was desperately trying to catch some of the freezing December air. The whole world was spinning around her that very moment. But it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered anymore. He was there.

[bandersn-atch-blog]

Maybe

Summary - Reader is thinking back to their relationship with Stefan leading up to them confessing their feelings for him.

Warnings - Nothing just super cheesy

Word Count - 1,246

A/N - this is my first time writing anything and I’m super nervous so sorry if it sucks this is like 95% exposition oof also I listened to Ryan Beaty - Camo while writing this so listen to it if you want! My requests are open so please request something!

I remember the day I met Stefan. It was my first day at Tuckersoft and I was clearly a nervous mess, I stumbled through most of my introductions to my new coworkers and he was no exception. Maybe he pitied me, that’s what I thought when he asked if I wanted to eat lunch with him that day. I’m happy that I pulled through and stumbled out that yes because we wouldn’t be as close as we are today if I hadn’t. I found out that I really wasn’t that much newer than Stefan and that he started only a couple months before. Maybe that’s why we always seemed to gravitate towards each other, we both started new and found comfort in the presence of one another. After that day Monday lunch together became our tradition and something I would find myself looking forward to.

Just before the new year rolled in we both got busier Tuckersoft got insanely busy trying to push out their projects before the end of the year. Stefan and I started skipping Monday lunch and I missed it more than I expected to. After a couple of weeks of no lunches, I caught myself trying to see him during other points of my work day, asking questions I half knew the answer to and even just stopping by to chat when I had more than enough work to do. It was at this point that I realized I had developed a crush on Stefan and was completely lost as to what to do. We were work friends sure but I had never seen Stefan outside of the office and was sure he had no interest in wasting any time on me outside of work. I knew my feelings had to be extinguished before I fully fell for the boy so I did my best to avoid him and end the unnecessary conversations. It was surprisingly easy to stay away from Stefan, I focused on my work and went to Colin whenever I had genuine questions. I thought my efforts when unnoticed I even got praise from Thakur for my hard work, this was until last week.

“Feels like this is the first time I’ve seen you in weeks,” Stefan said as he sat down next to me.

“Yeah, Thakur has been working me like crazy,” I replied to him awkwardly as I put down the book I was reading. “How’s Bandersnatch going?”

“I really don’t want to talk about it,” He replied shifting in his seat clearly uncomfortable with the topic of his own game. “Every time I think I’ve got it or I’ve tied up a loose end I find three others.”

“Sounds frustrating,”  I said, genuinely feeling bad for the boy. I watched him work on the game since my first day there and knew how demanding it was. Such an ambitious game being made by someone so meticulous was a bad mix and for a second I got lost and forgot that I was supposed to be avoiding Stefan. “Maybe I can help you map it all out again?”

“You don’t have to do that if you don’t want to,” He said looking me in the eyes for the first time in the conversation.

“Of course I want,” I answered confused. “Why wouldn’t I?”

“You’ve just seemed a little distant lately,” He said breaking eye contact and moving his focus to his hands. “I just don’t want you to feel like you have to help me or anything.”

His words felt like a punch in the gut. I immediately thought back to our first lunch together where he first told me about his game. I remembered how excited he got talking about Bandersnatch and all his ideas for different paths. I also remembered promising to help out with the game if it ever got too much for him. I felt an ocean of guilt in my chest. I had been so caught up trying to protect my own feels that I abandoned my friend when he needed me.

“I know I haven’t been around a lot lately,” I started slowly and took a breath trying to collect my thoughts, I did not know where I was going with this. “I’ve just had so much work I’ve needed to get done and I feel terrible for not helping you more.”

“It’s not just that,” He said letting out a sigh and darting his eyes. It seemed like he was trying to collect his thoughts too like he didn’t know what to say either. “You don’t really come around my desk anymore and when I try to talk to you it feels like you’re pushing me away. I thought maybe I did something wrong and I’ve been trying to figure out what to say but I really don’t know what to do. I just miss you I guess.”

“Stefan,” I started as he moved to get up from his seat beside me. I was taken back his confession and lost everything I planned on saying to him. I knew I had to stop over analyzing and let out what I was feeling, even if he didn’t feel the same way he deserved the truth. “You didn’t do anything wrong I’m the one in the wrong here.”

“What do you mean?” He asked confused. He was sitting back down and finally looking me in the eye again.

“I really enjoyed talking to you and seeing you but it started to turn into something else and I wanted to shut those feelings down before it got too far,” I stumbled out slowly. I’m sure my face is completely red at this point and there’s nothing I can do to calm it down. “I was just trying to avoid rejection and I didn’t mean to hurt you. I was being completely selfish and I’m sorry.”

I wanted to sink into the floor and disappear. Exactly what I had been avoiding happened and I hurt Stefan in the process. I didn’t expect him to say anything it was such an awkward situation and at this point, his face was just as red as mine.

“I understand,” He started after what felt like a millennium of awkward silence. “I wish you told me this instead of avoiding me but I guess I haven’t dealt with it any better.”

“What?” I whispered back not really sure if I heard what I thought I did.

“I’ve kinda just been pushing it away,” He said slowly. “I didn’t want you to think I was a creep or something and then you stopped talking to me so I thought I made you uncomfortable or something.”

“Stefan,” I started and stopped. As cliche as it was, I was at a loss for words. This really wasn’t where I thought this conversation was going.

“I guess we’re both bad at this then,” He joked awkwardly trying to clear the air.

I chuckled at his attempt to make me more comfortable with the situation but I appreciated his effort. It just reminded me why I started liking him in the first place.

“Maybe we should start doing our Monday lunches again?” I said trying to mimic his lighthearted humor but also hoping that he’d see that this was as close as I could get to asking him out without completely stumbling over my words.

“yeah, maybe.” He said back half joking but clearly understanding what I was really asking.

Maybe this could work.

[the-fangal]

Requests are open

Hello! So I only have two requests waiting, and I’ll probably post them tonight so if you have any requests feel free! Also I was thinking that maybe we could do like music requests where you send a music a person and more details if you’d like and I do a one shot based on it! Anyway feel free to send requests I’m specially looking forward to write about the Dunkirk cast, but just send a name really and I’ll probably do it!

[vannahthedunkirkhoe-blog]

first post!

hi! im vannah and i just started this account bc i loved dunkirk and im v bored. also please send me requests for fics! (oneshot, imagines, fluff, multiple chapters, etc.) involving any of the following: fionn whitehead, harry styles, cillian murphy, dunkirk, peaky blinders, tommy shelby, etc. I'm open to whatever requests you have!

[mistmantled]

may’s #fandomforsiken post

Hello! So Meg, Ewa, and I recently started Fandom for Siken, a fanworks auction to raise funds for Richard Siken’s stroke recovery fund. I’ll also be participating as a ficwriter; I will have two slots open for small pieces (fics of at least 1,000 words each).

Creators are asked to list up to five fandoms we are willing to create content for, as well as our preferences for each of those, which I have done below. HOWEVER! If you know me/know some of the fandoms I’ve been in that are not listed here, please feel free to ask me via Tumblr ask, curiouscat ask (anhgryboys), or Twitter DM (@anhgryboys) if I am willing to write something apart from what I’ve stated below, and I will let you know!

Harry Potter: Am willing to do pretty much anything, either gen or shipfic, involving the main and supporting cast from the pre-canon Marauders era, the canon era, and post-canon Cursed Child era; the only thing I probably won’t be good for is Fantastic Beasts, as I’m not very familiar with it! I’d also prefer canonverse or AUs within the HP universe (i.e. no nonmagical AUs).

Batman/the Batfamily: I don’t claim to be extremely well-versed in the comics, but I am familiar with all the characters’ basic histories and relationships, so anything gen or shipfic to do with those is fine; I will also gladly, gladly write non-superhero AUs! Characters I consider part of the Batfam: Bruce, Alfred, Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian, Barbara, Steph, Cass, Carrie—extended family includes Clark, Lois, Conner, and Jon, and heck I’ll include Olive and Maps from Gotham Academy too.

One Direction: Please no references to any real-life deaths that have occurred, and nothing involving the irl children of the band members—but otherwise anything canonverse or AU is fine with me! I am honestly up to writing any ship, though ships I’ve been known to dabble in/am fond of are Ziall, Zouis, and Lilo, and I’ve also written a lot of OT5 friendship. (I can also do you Harry/Fionn Whitehead, if that is your jam!)

Fall Out Boy: Please no references to the Best Buy incident, but fics dealing with depression are okay with me. Otherwise, gen fic or Peterick would probably be my wheelhouse, and I am happy to do either canonverse or AUs!

Kaleidotrope: Anything Harridrew, either canonverse or AU, is fine with me; if you’re interested in fic about any of the side characters though, please let me know and I’ll go back and relisten to their episode to refresh my memory! (Am also potentially willing to do Kaleidotrope/Sidlesmith AU of your faves, if I know your faves well enough!)

Will-Not-Dos: NSFW, noncon/dubcon, abuse, incest, pedophilia, soulmate AUs. (I also reserve the right to refuse other tropes I may not be comfortable with that aren’t listed here, if only because I may not have thought of them!)

Sooooo if you’d like me to write you a oneshot, with your donation going towards a great cause for someone beloved by both people in the fandom and the poetry community--please head over to the Fandom for Siken Tumblr to read the guidelines, check out the other contributors here, and get ready to place your bids in the bidding form from July 10-24! 

<3, May.

[mxlti-fand0m-imaginess]

Reader Finding Out Zac Died

request: none

prompts: none

warnings: death, violence, guns, fighting, allusions to blood

a/n: i may have went a little overboard with this i just really liked this idea 😂

You wanted all of this to be over

The fighting

The division

The killing

You wanted it to stop

You wanted Christopher and Sela to give up, and join your side, ending the war between your sides

But if you knew what ending it would cost, you’d rather spend the rest of your life fighting

If it meant that you didn’t have to lose Zac

Christopher and Sela walked into your territory, and everyone aimed their weapons are them

The next words Christopher said would shatter you

“Put down your guns. Zac’s gone.”

You felt your heart stop

How could he be gone?

He promised you that he would be okay

That he would kill them, and end everything

And the two of you could be happy together, living out the rest of your life together

But all of that hope disappeared in two words

The world around you became a blur

Words were muffled

You felt yourself being pulled farther from reality

And then it all hit you

He was really gone

You walked over to them, not bothering to drop your gun

“Gone? What did you do to him? What happened?!” you screamed, feeling your voice break with each word

“We opened the airlock. And then he opened the door. He did it to himself,” Sela said softly

“No! You did this! You let him die! You killed him! How could you?!”

You dropped your gun to the ground with a dull thud before taking off

You had to get away

You didn’t know where you were heading to, you just couldn’t stay there any longer

You found yourself at the airlock

You stepped up to the window and gently placed your hand on the glass, staring out into the dark abyss

He was out there somewhere

You couldn’t get to him

He was gone

You were never going to see him again

The tears you’ve been trying so hard to hold back burst free

You let your forehead fall against the glass as you cried

Everything hurt

You loved him

You loved him more than you’ve ever loved anyone before

And he was gone

You were alone now

“We had to do it y/n. He was going to get everyone killed, I had to do something.”

You tensed up when you heard her voice

Sela

You spun around and shoved her

She stumbled backwards, but didn’t make any attempt to strike back

“Don’t say you had to! You didn’t have to kill him! He wasn’t going to kill us! He was going to free us! And you didn’t like that because it went against those precious little rules you’re so obsessed with! So you killed him! Don’t even try to make it sound like anything else! It’s murder! You killed him!”

You pushed her harder, making her fall down

You got on top of her and started punching her, trying to get your emotions out

Sela tried to push you off, but to no avail

She was almost unconscious when someone lifted you off

“Let me go!” you screamed

“No, you have to calm down,” Christopher said, not loosening his grip

“You- you killed him!”

With every word you felt the anger leaving you, because deep down you knew they were right

Zac was going to get everyone killed

All that was left was pain

Christopher loosened his grip and you turned around and hugged him tightly, sobbing into his chest

“I’m sorry y/n, we had to. You understand that, right?”

You nodded softly, allowing your weight to fall onto him

Even though it might’ve been the right thing, knowing that he was gong still hurt

How were you going to go on without him?

[stan-holland]

Sunshine -- Fionn Whitehead x Reader Imagine (Requested)

Here are two things that were requested meshed into one mushy, fluffy piece. 

Thanks for reading -- I love feedback and I love conversations. x

You cuddled closer into Fionn’s arms, his soft sweater gently brushing against the back of your neck, his fingers splayed over your tummy -- his grip, although soft, was reassuring and it made you feel protected.

You felt him hold you closer, hearing his sigh fill the quiet that the movie had created for suspenseful reasons. You laughed when you felt Fionn twitch a little when the killer showed himself on the screen.

“That funny to you?” He asked, his voice slow and deep. The movie limited his talking during the film, but you loved to hear this voice -- it reminded you of the times, the few times, when you had the opportunity to hear him wake up in the mornings.

Although you had both been dating for a little over two months, you had both decided to take things slowly -- considering you had both been hesitant about entering a relationship, you had both figured it would have been easier to take things slow and build things as it went along.

You giggled when Fionn brushed the hair out of his eyes, “It’s cute.”

“I am very cute, thank you,” he said, a sleepy grin sliding across his face.

“You are definitely very cute, I love it.”

You could see his eyes search yours for a second before he said, “I love you.”

You froze, your body going rigid instantly. But instead of ignoring it like you thought you would have, you sat up and turned around. “You what?”

Fionn sat up, too, leaning on his elbows. “I love you.” He saw that you were quiet for a second, but he used one of his hands to reach out for yours. He gripped you tight and he smiled a small smile.

You gulped, “I love you, too.”

Fionn stared at you, his eyes searching, “You don’t have to say it if you don’t mean it…”

“I mean it,” you squeezed his hand, tight. You wanted to emphasize your seriousness -- he needed to know that you weren’t messing around. “I’m just scared…”

You whispered that last part and you felt your face heat up.

“Why are you scared?” He asked, his voice losing its lengthiness. “I won’t hurt you -- or at least, I won’t hurt you purposefully.”

“No, no, no” You hesitated, shifting so that you were facing Fionn with your whole body. “I’m not afraid of you hurting me -- I’m not afraid of that.” You gulped, feeling embarrassed. “I’m-- I’m afraid that, umm, that this means you’ll want to have, like, umm, sex…” you looked away from him, “or something?”

“Oh…” he looked away now, his neck turning red, too. “I would--” He breathed in deeply, his hands reaching out for both of yours. “I figured you know this by now.” He bent down a bit, his eyes searching your eyes, your eyes still somewhat downcast. “I figured you’d know that I would never force you to do something you’re uncomfortable with -- I’d never make you do anything you didn’t want to do or-- or weren’t ready for.” He reached out to touch your face, “I love you.” He closed his eyes, “I love you and I figured that that meant I respected you and who you are.”

Your brain couldn’t find the words to respond with -- you short-circuited for a second before you could think of something to say. “I’m sorry,” you said. “I’m sorry I’m not ready to have sex with you -- but sometimes when people say they love someone, people take it as a ‘we’re good for sex’ kind of thing.”

Fionn laughed, not at you but at the situation. “I love you too much to abuse of you darling -- the thought of making you uncomfortable or upset makes me sick to the stomach, darling.”

You smiled, your heart filling with love for the boy in front of you. You leaned in, kissing Fionn sweetly -- hoping this would let him know that you appreciated everything he was telling you.

“Thank you,” you said when you pulled away. “I love you. A whole lot.”

He smiled, kissing your cheek. He pulled you to him, hugging you against his chest, his hands softly stroking your back. “I would spend every day hugging you and cuddling you and doing nothing with you if I could.”

“So let’s start now,” you whispered to him after a second -- you loved the smell of Fionn’s clothing, the fabric softeners scent still present.

He giggled, his arms wrapping around you, and he pulled you back down with him. You laid on top of him, closing your eyes when you felt his heart settle back down.

“I love you,” he whispered, “And I don’t think I’ll ever fucking get tired of telling you that.”

You smiled, leaving little, light kisses along his neck, “I love you a whole lot too.”

And you laid there for hours, talking about everything you too wanted to do for your summer bucket lists -- and when the sun came up the next morning, you continued to smile to yourself. Because Fionn, here, in his little yellow, soft sweater was shining brighter than any sun ever would.

[fionnglynnjackstyles]

Fionn smut pretty pleasee? xxx

You’re My Universe (NSFW)

Fionn Whitehead

Synopsis:

He’s your world but you’re his universe.

Word Count:

432

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Lying in bed next to Fionn as the morning sun warmedthe both of you up, you marveled at the fact that although you’d only beenawake for approximately 40 minutes, you’d already orgasmed 4 times. That was,of course, all thanks to Fionn who woke up with an extreme hard-on and hadconvinced you in no time to let him fuck you into the bed sheets as the sunrose.

You were both silent, relishing in the moments you hadjust shared with one another, as you laid your head on Fionn’s chest and hetraced delicate lines up and down your arm. He was occasionally kissing yourhead and whichever parts of your forehead he could reach as you hummedcontentedly.

“I love you, you know.” He spoke, his voice soundingharsh yet sweet amongst the comfortable silence. You nuzzled closer into hischest and sighed happily.

“I love you too, bug.”

There was silence for a few more moments until Fionn’shand began to wander further down your side until it was dangerously close toyour core. He repositioned himself so that he was eye to eye with your boobsand began paying extra special attention to them, nipping and sucking at eachnipple, causing you to throw your head back in pleasure. While he had youdistracted, he plunged a finger into your heat making you moan and grip hishair tightly.

“Fionn, we’ve been at it like rabbits all morning, howare you still horny?”

He brought his face up to meet yours and kissed yourlips sweetly, two long fingers now curling inside you.

“It’s you, my love. You make me like this. I could makelove to you all goddamn day because you’re that precious to me and I just wantto ravish you and show you how much I truly love you.”

You smiled up at the young man you loved so dearly andlightly sighed as he pushed his dick into your still sensitive core, pullinghim closer by the hairs at the base of his neck. You looked into each other’seyes as Fionn made love to you, whispering praises and adorations into yourmouth. Your fifth orgasm that morning washed over you like a wave, renderingyou temporarily speechless and causing stars to dance behind your eyelids. Youkissed Fionn like you’ve never kissed him before, with passion, adoration andso much love.

“You’re my world.” You whispered as he stared into youreyes.

“You’re my universe.” He replied before cuddling up toyou again to fall into another comfortable silence.

[fionnglynnjackstyles]

The reader being all cheeky and dirty around fionn while he reads his script wearing his glasses? And smut? x

I Am Obsessed With You

Synopsis:

He’s been paying his script more attention than you.

Word Count:

433

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You had left Fionn alonefor the past three days to read a new script and memorize his lines for anupcoming role, but seeing him walk around the house in tracksuit pants, a greyt-shirt and his adorable glasses, a look of intense concentration on his face,you couldn’t help but get a little hot and flustered. 

But of course, Fionn didn’tnotice. You started by wearing the perfume that he could smell from a mile awaythat he said oozed sexiness, but he didn’t event react when you wafted it underhis nose. Next, you tried walking around in just a towel after you exited theshower, but Fionn was too intently focused on the damn script. Your last resortwas just to full on attack Fionn in the hopes that that would drag his attentionaway from the script for a few minutes that you could feel the love too. Youfound Fionn in the study in an armchair in front of the cracking fire,surprise, surprise, reading the script. You had changed into one of Fionn’st-shirts and nothing underneath. You crept up behind him and wrapped your armsaround his neck, not even feeling him flinch.

“Baby?” You whispered inhis ear, hoping to gage some sort of reaction.

“Mm?” He murmured, butyou knew he hadn’t really heard you. You sighed and walked around the chair tostand in front of him. Sinking to the ground, you shuffled in between his kneesand palmed him over the thin material of his tracksuit. Fionn’s head snappedup, the script forgotten as his hand went to you hair.

“I’m busy, angel.” Hegroaned.

“You’ve been obsessedwith that script for three days, Fionny. Why aren’t you obsessed with me?” Youasked, pouting while continuing your hand movements, slowly peeling down thewaist band of his pants and reaching in to stroke his cock.

“I-I am obsessed w-withyou, princess. H-how could I not b-be?” Fionn stuttered as your hand movementsaccelerated. Fionn’s moans and grunts became louder as he threw his head backagainst the back of the armchair.

“I-I’m coming, princess.”You abruptly stopped your movements and stood from the floor, hearing Fionnwhine as you pulled his shirt over your head, revealing your naked form to ablubbering Fionn.

“Princess…how could I leaveyou like this for three whole days?” You smirked as you straddled him, wastingno time in sinking down onto his hard length and kissing him all over his neck.After the events in the study, Fionn made sure to pay special attention to youevery day until he had to leave to film.

[fionnglynnjackstyles]

I Can’t Believe You Don’t Know My Eye Colour!

Fionn Whitehead

Synopsis:

You and Fionn play a game in an interview and he loses.

Word Count:

604

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Interviews for Dunkirk were becoming a bit repetitive, ultimately resulting in boredom. You and Fionn had been answering the same old questions on a loop for 5 hours and were ready to fall asleep. As one interviewer left and another entered the room, Fionn turned to face you.

“This one looks like fun.”

As you looked up at the women who was having a microphone attached to her blouse, you noticed her vibrantly purple hair and bold red lipstick paired with colourful high heels. You sat up straighter in your chair, eager to meet this woman, already knowing she was going to be interesting. After introducing herself to you, she waited for her signal to begin.

“Fionn, Y/N, it’s lovely to meet you both.” You smiled and assured you that you were both glad to meet her.

“Now, I know you’ve probably been sitting here all day answering the same old questions so I’m hoping to change it up a bit with a ‘who knows the other better’ game.”

You threw your head back and laughed in glee, fist pumping the air. “Yes! Let’s do it.”

“Alright, first one. Fionn, what is Y/N’s favourite film?”

Fionn scratched his chin, genuinely thinking really hard. You scoffed at him and playfully rolled your eyes after he sat there for far too long.

“Fionn, we literally watched this film together, how could you not know?”

“Were the other lads there, or was it just us?” He asked, hoping to remember what the answer was.

“That literally doesn’t narrow it down, we watched the same movie both times.” You laughed at the boy who had no idea what the answer was.

“CLUELESS!” You yelled in his ear as the interviewer laughed joyfully at the content she was receiving.

“Okay, this one’s for you, Y/N.”

“Hit me.” You replied and Fionn playfully slapped your arm and you laughed at his silliness.

“What is the name of Fionn’s rescue dog?”

“Oh, easy. Lewis.”

“Ding ding ding!” The interviewer mimicked the sound of a buzzer.

Fionn groaned and slumped back in his chair.

“Fionn, what colour are Y/N’s eyes?”

You quickly snapped your eyes shut before Fionn could look at them and he sighed again.

“I really should know this.” He muttered.

“Yes, you really should.” You replied, eyes still closed tightly.

“Green?” Fionn tentatively answered.

Your eyes shot open.

“I can’t believe you don’t even know my eye colour!”

He checked your eyes as the interviewer laughed and said, “They’re the most gorgeous and brightest shade of blue you’ve ever seen, how could you forget them?”

Fionn buried his face in his hands in embarrassment, accepting defeat.

“I really don’t need to ask you this question, Y/N, because you’ve already won but I want to see if you win by a mile.”

“Yeah, I probably will know the answer.” You cockily grinned at Fionn and he scrunched up his nose at you.

“Who was Fionn named after?”

You pretended to be deep in thought which made the interviewer laugh before you grinned and shoved Fionn.

“This one’s easy too! Finley here was named after Irish folk legend, Fionn mac Cumhaill.”

“Correct!” The interviewer exclaimed as you did a victory dance in your seat and Fionn slid further down in his, shaking his head and holding back a smile.

“And I’ve brought you a prize for being such a spectacular winner today, Y/N.” Said the interviewer as she handed you a box of homemade choc chip biscuits. You squealed in delight and playfully shielded them from Fionn before hugging the wonderful lady who had made press a little easier to handle.

[stan-holland]

Stars -- Fionn Whitehead x Reader

Request:  Omg i loved ur fionn imagine it was so cute. I was hoping you could do one about moving into fionn's apartment & he knows the reader been "successful" pretty much her whole life so he's all nervous showing her his little apartment she'll now be living in with him & he's like "it's probably not what your use to." but she's all happy & says something like "it's cute" and drops her bags and just wraps her arms around his waist being giggling and it makes him feel better and ugh just lots of fluff ?

I did my best and I made it short and sweet and I’m sorry if you hate it, anon.x 

“I’m sorry,” Fionn started. “This probably isn’t what you’re used to,” he rubbed his hands together, “but it’s mine-- ours, really.”

You smile, dropping your duffel bag to the ground. You glance around the room, taking in the interior -- what little it is. You smile grows as you glance at the photos hanging on the wall -- a couple of shots of the two of you, some photos of Fionn’s family and some of Fionn with his cast mates.

You take in the mugs sitting in the cupboard, behind the glass cover. You smile at the way the plates are stacked, in an order that doesn’t care for their size. You laugh when you notice that Fionn still has that one chipped mug you told him to get rid of months ago.

But your eyes begin to water when you begin to think about your stuff getting intermingled with Fionn’s -- even more than they already are. Now your shoes by the door belong there. Your jacket hanging from the hook doesn’t seem out of place anymore. That one drawer that “belonged” to you, really does belong to you.

“I’m sorry it’s not what you expected,” he said, his voice a bit croaky -- as if he’s nervous. You can always tell when he’s nervous. “It’s comfortable -- or at least I think it is…”

“It’s perfect,” you nearly whispered, but you could tell he heard you by the way his eyes got soft around the edges.

“You don’t have to flatter the place, you’ve already got it,” he joked. But he still sounded a little hesitant.

“I’m not messing with you, Fionn.” You looked at him as you approached him, “It’s ours and it’s amazing. And it’s cozy.” You wrapped your arms around his waist and you squeezed him as you pulled him in closer to you.

He smiled down at you and used his hands to cradle your face, “You really think so?”

You lightly kissed his chin and continued to smile, “Of course I do. And considering you’re a mega movie star now, I’ve got to make sure I have a place where I can keep you all to myself.”

He laughed at that, his head lifting as his neck strained. “Well,” he began. “When I’m a real mega movie star, I’ll make sure to buy you a pretty little house somewhere…”

“A pretty house, eh?”

“Maybe not so little really,” he said, his arms wrapping around your shoulders. “It’ll be a big mansion but your name won’t be on the front of the house.”

“Why would I want my name written on the house?” You continued to laugh at his absurdness.

“I’m just saying it won’t be written on the house,” he kissed your cheek and then the other, “because it’ll be written in the stars the second you give me the chance to.”

Later when Fionn is showering, you take the star sticker set from your drawer, stand on the bed and begin your project.

Maybe Fionn won’t be able to write your name in the sky, but you could definitely put them on the ceiling.

[fionnglynnjackstyles]

I worked my fucking ass off for four hours tonight to make my header from scratch...I worked all afternoon and then made all the little cartoony thingies of the guys FROM SCRATCH and it's now 11:30 pm and I'm so tired but it's worth it because LOOK WHAT I MADE I WANNA HANG IT ON MY FRIDGE BECAUSE IM ACTUALLY SO PROUD OF MYSELF WHAT