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curlswithcreativity · 6 years ago

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I Won’t Say (I’m in Love) - BAU + Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: Your friends on the BAU team have gotten tired of your denial, and try to sway you to confess your feelings for Spencer Reid.

A/N: I am a big ol’ hoe for Disney’s Hercules. I named my dog Megara. This is one of my all-time favourite songs and this idea got stuck in my head.

Please let me know what you think; comments are always so, so appreciated!

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“My sweet darling little love-bug, if you don’t confess your feelings for the good Doctor, I’m putting you in for a unit transfer.”

You sighed at Penelope’s drunken comment, tracing a stray bead of condensation as it slipped down the edge of your glass. She, and the rest of the team, had been on your case for months to confess your feelings for Spencer. You should have known better that when they suggested a “friendly drink” they had ulterior motives. Spencer’s trip to Vegas to visit his mom had been no secret, and it scared you to think of how long they had been planning this intervention.

Emily snorted, leaning closer towards you at the small table. “Yeah, what gives? You two spend most of the day giggling at God knows what and then—nothing? Come on. ”

Shrugging self-consciously, you sipped at your drink to ease the tension you were feeling in your stomach. You wanted a good time, not an interrogation. “I’m not… dating right now. I mean, if there’s a prize for rotten judgement, I guess I’ve already won that.”

JJ rolled her eyes dramatically. “Please. We’ve all had bad relationships. Spence is different and you know it.”

“No man is worth the aggravation.” You countered with intensity; your last few relationships had caused nothing but pain and you were not looking forward to repeating that.

Luke made a noise of protest, waving his hands in defense. “Hey! I’d like to think that I definitely am worth any possible aggravations.” Tara smacked his arm as he laughed, JJ giving you a pointed look. You squirmed as she continued to question you.

“Really? Because your googly eyes whenever he’s around beg to differ. You two are so cute together. What ever happened after that movie date he took you on? You couldn’t stop talking about it.”

You scoffed, swirling your drink to ease your tension. “That’s ancient history�� And isn’t that how it always goes with me? I get excited about something that doesn’t pan out? Been there, done that.

“Sweetie, who do you think you’re kidding?? He’s the earth and heaven to you.” Emily’s shoulders shook as she laughed and you frowned.

“Y/N, you try to keep it hidden, but honey, we can see right through you.” JJ continued, a hint of a flush in her cheeks from her second glass of red wine.

“No, there’s really nothing to see.” You grumbled, crossing your arms in front of your chest in an attempt to protect yourself in some small way. Your team was leering at you, teasing you.

“Oh?” Tara asked around a sip of her drink, her eyebrows raised inquisitively.

You responded forcefully. “No.”

“’No’”, Morgan repeated mockingly as he shook his head. “Girl, you can’t conceal it. We all know how you’re feeling.”

“And who you’re thinking of.” Luke added with a sly smile and the wag of his finger.

You smacked the table in irritation, punctuating every sentence with a hit in an attempt to give your words more finality. “Ugh, no chance! No way. I won’t say it. No. No.”

“You spend all of your time swooning and sighing whenever he’s around. Why deny it?” Garcia slurred. In an attempt to grab at your hand she brushed against her empty glass, causing it to fall and shatter against the ground. “Uh oh.” She giggled, as you rolled your eyes and Luke got up to flag down someone with a broom.

“It’s too cliché…” You moaned, rubbing at your face tiredly. “I won’t say I’m in love.” Their intense stares begged for further justification that you gave begrudgingly. “I mean, I thought my heart had learned its lesson, y’know? It feels so good when you start out. But I can’t get the voice out of my head that’s screaming, “Get a grip, girl, unless you’re dying to cry your heart out.””

Derek had seemingly had enough, pushing his chair towards yours. “Baby girl, you can’t deny it. Who you are? How you’re feeling? That’s what JJ was like with Will. And I’m sure how Savannah was with me.”

You scoffed and Derek gestured to your expression as he said, “Yeah, baby? That? We’re not buying it.”

“Hon, we saw you hit the ceiling.” JJ whispered, her intoxicated state causing her voice to be louder than she had intended.

“Oh, no.” You sighed. “Guys, please. Can we just have a nice time out? Can we stop talking about this?”

“Seriously, Y/N, just face it like a grown-up.” Emily chided, your face falling into your hands as you groaned. “What did you expect?”

Penelope’s arm snaked around your shoulder, and you shrugged it off angrily. She spoke in a sing-songy voice as she eyed you teasingly. “When’re you gonna own up that you’ve got it bad?”

“No chance. No way. I won’t. Say. It. No.” You growled, shaking your head. “No!” You repeated.

“Give up, Y/N, give in!” JJ pleaded, hanging off your arm like a small child. Your lips curled upwards at her expression and you realized you had made a mistake as Luke smirked in your direction.

“Oh wow, look at that grin, she’s so in love.” He said, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he resumed his seat.

“This scene,” You said gesturing between yourself and your peanut gallery. “Won’t play. I won’t say I’m in love.”

Tara seemed to take pity on you as she finished what was left of her drink. “Y/N, you know we aren’t going to stop until you admit it, right? Just admit it.”

“Sweetie, you basically do flips when ever he smiles at you.” JJ whined.

“Read our lips: ‘You’re in love’.” Penelope sang, using an unsteady finger to trace the outline of her bright pink lips.

“You’re way off base. I won’t say it.” You shouted, drawing no small amount of attention from the fellow bar patrons. You flushed at the sudden attention from outside of your group, glaring at your team

“But-.” Emily started, before you cut her off.

You hissed, more quietly this time. “Get off my case! I. Won’t. Say. It.” This was enough. You gathered your things, throwing down a $20 on the table to cover your part of the bill. “I’m done with this. Goodnight, guys. I’ll see you Monday.”

Derek shouted after you, the smile evident in his voice as his words followed you out of the bar. “Girl, don’t be proud. It’s okay you’re in love.” You shook your head, giving him an unsavoury hand gesture as you walked out the door.

Outside, you were finally able to release the breath you had been holding in since the interrogation began. Following a heavy sigh you heard your phone beep. You pulled the device out of your pocket and stared fondly at the background. It was a picture of you and Spencer at your most recent birthday—his arm was wrapped around your shoulders, a party hat askew on his head as you smiled unabashedly at the camera.

Typing out a quick response to question to the text you had received, you muttered to yourself as you slipped your phone back into your pocket. “At least out loud… I won’t say I’m in love.”

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curlsincriminology · 6 years ago

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Supernatural Fic Masterpost

‘Night Sammy

The time Dean dies for good

After All These Years

Sam returns the Samulet to Dean years after they finish hunting

Angels in Manhattan

Gabriel and Castiel share some brotherly bonding time during their night out on the town

Another Casualty (Angst) tw: death by suicide

When Cas stops answering their call, the Winchester’s learn a hard truth

Coming Home

Samandriel is given a second chance after his experience with Crowley. Mention of OCs.

Detroit (Angst)(Destiel)

Dean lost a lot more in Detroit than he thought

Driving Lessons (Destiel)

Dean teaches Cas how to drive

He Knows (Fluff/Angst) (Destiel)

Sometimes things don’t need to be said. Sometimes you just know.

He Was Lost Without You

Ash finds Jess in heaven and tells her the tale of the boy she died loving

I’m Batman

What would happen if Dean became a superhero?

Llamanatural

Supernatural but the main three are played by llamas

More than a Security Blanket

When living out of cheap motel rooms and a 1967 Chevy Impala, you get close to the things that remind you of home.

Not Like Before (Angst) (Sabriel)

Gabriel escaped from Angel Purgatory, and finds things like Sam are not like they were before

Order Up (Destiel)

‘coffee shop’ au

Pudgy Midway & Not My Cake, You Bitch

Dean Winchester gains weight & Mycroft eats Sherlock’s cake. Literally. That’s pretty much it.

Still Just Cas (Sastiel)

Sam and Cas go on a date at an art museum

That One Time Dean Found Netflix

Based on that fanart piece; Dean gets into Dr. Sexy reruns

The Devil in Me-(Samifer)

Lucifer is working a mundane job, and there is no WAY Dean is letting his brother date the Devil

The Five Times Duct Tape Worked, and the One Time It Didn’t

The Winchesters are used to some bumps and scratches and the wonders of duct tape.

The Mishapocalypse

What would Misha Collins think about the infamous “mishapocalypse”?

The Prince of Hell (Part One) (Part Two)

Based on the gifset “what if Cas was Crowley’s son, and the Prince of Hell”?

The Trickster (Angst)

The story of Gabriel, the angel known as “The Trickster”

There When He Calls (Destiel)(Angst)

A story of Dean, Cas, and unrequited love

This Means War

A prank war between Sam, Dean, and Cas causes chaos

You But Not You (Angst)(Destiel)

2014!Cas deals with seeing 2009!Dean and 2009!Cas. Someone requested fluff and this is what I gave them because I’m an asshole.

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duskholland · 4 years ago

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Hi, feel free to not respond. But I am BIG MAD that people even have the audacity to make you feel like you're coming across as the bad guy. You literally do not owe anyone ANYTHING. There are so many content creators that will produce what they are looking for happily. The level of entitlement in making you justify why you won't write something is infuriating. You should be able to say because "I dont want to" and have that be the end of it.

+ Anyway, you're incredibly talented, and anything you write is a gift and a blessing. I hope you can have a nice cup of tea and refresh your good vibes.

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ahhh thank you. it’s not been fun having to justify why I don't wanna write about something that I find traumatic. the cups of tea have been plentiful over the past couple of days 😂 thank you for your good vibes and suppport <3

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thetenthdoctorscompanion · 4 years ago

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Rules: MAKE A NEW POST, bold what applies to you and tag whoever you want to get to know better.

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i’m over 5’5” // i wear glasses or contacts // i have blonde hair // i prefer loose clothing to tight clothing // i have one or more piercings // i have at least one tattoo // i have blue eyes // i have dyed or highlighted my hair // i have gotten plastic surgery // i have or had braces // i sunburn easily // i have freckles // i paint my nails // i typically wear makeup // i don’t often smile // i am pleased with how i look// i prefer nike to adidas // i wear baseball hats backward

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mischiefandi · 6 years ago

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Non-fanfiction: 1?

Take one step left, one step right. Rest your gaze on the ground beneath you. Notice the cracks on the sidewalk, the green of the grass. Look back up and search the sky, the endless blue looking down on you or the cloudy dome shielding you from the warm rays of the large star that enlightens the world.

Let your hand rest on the ramp of the stairs to the metro. The cool metal sending shivers down your spine, let the feeling flush into your system. Inhale for four beats. Remember the smell of the people passing by, running towards the next chapter of their lives. The salty odour of sweat, the sweet jasmine perfume. Let the air fill your nostrils and engrave itself in your mind.

Drop the fruit in you mouth. Memorise the explosion of flavour hitting your taste buds in one swift moment. Let the juice of the berry flow down your soon-to-be quenched throat, accept the hum that escapes when it finally does. Hold the memory of the exquisite flavour on your tongue and don’t let it escape, marvel in the fruity pleasure that has filled your mouth. Let your tongue dart out towards your lips, the remainders of the fascinating taste are still there, waiting for you to lick them away.

Listen to the soft dripping. The droplets of water desperately try to reach the smooth surface calling out to them. They let themselves go and fall into the bath, a soft sound confirming that the element has joined its home. Slip one foot inside. Let the warmth envelope your skin, let the water seep into your hair, wash over your scalp. Remember how it ripples against your body, how the barrier that is your skin revels in the beauty of the movements in the bath.

Place the palm of your hand against your chest. Notice the rhythm that plays beneath your skin, the slow thump that bumps into your ribs. Listen to the music beat through your veins, embrace the lively waltz tiptoeing from your heart to your feet. Hold your fingers to your neck, wait. They jump to the beat of the muscle in the confines of your body.

Take the time to listen to your body, to taste the food you use to keep it alive. Take the time to hear the world around you and to take in it’s gorgeous colours. Remember to thank the universe for the beautiful gift of intense living.

Feel.

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literallyprentissstwin · 6 years ago

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Week 10: Monday, July 16th to Monday, July 23th 2018

bonjour & welcome to this new reading list which is already the tenth one wooow. i´m really really sorry for the delay and i almost couldn´t post it today, but i managed to do so bc i needed distraction.

so as always, i collected some of my fav fics :) please leave some love to the authors & give them feedback!

enjoy!

aileen xx

1 - Big God by @lotus--writings

oook wow. the angst was real. it had me shook. but it´s so good. it´s very well written and i loved reading it a lot. interesting plot as well! xx

2 - I Want to Tell You part 3 (Spencer Reid x Reader) by @spencerreidreads this story is really good and the perfect mix of everything. the end aka the convo with PG had me in tears. ooo and spence should finally make a move. well done xx

3 - Take Care of Yourself by @dontshootmespence

ok, first of all: i never heard of stomach migraine before but they sound suck-y. spence is so caring and soft. i love him a lot. and i loved this fic xx

4 - Caught Up in the Moment (Spencer Reid x Reader) by @a-bau-tiful-mind

oooh god, this was perfect and the end was kind of unexpected. also, i can relate to that part about barnes lol. i love the team and spence and Y/N are cute af. great work xx

5 - What Does This Mean? by @spencer-is-too-perfect

this is a reminder to myself to actually reread this story bc i only had the chance to slightly skim (?) it and i feel really really bad about this, but what i read about it so far sound SO GOOD. reid is just amazing. i def need to catch up on the whole story.

6 - Infiltrated: Epilogue by @stunudo

i´m actually so sad that this series is over bc it is so so good. you´re so freaking talented. i loved this epilogue a lot. i love and miss Hotch. i´m def gonna reread this series as often as i can and i can just highly recommend it. great work xx

7 - A Place to Call Home by @butsomeofusarelookingatthestars

yes, my fav luke writer is back. i´ve missed u heaps. this story was a blessing. i love me some overprotective luke & i love that you integrated a men talk between Luke and Will. i think they have good friendship potentio (@ cm writers!!). this whole thing is perfect. i´m in love.

8 - Article of Faith: Chapter 21, Chapter 22 by @dontshootmespence

i seriously can never get enough of this series. it´s just so good and so different (good different!!!). it´s a masterpiece. also i´m living for this relationship billie and spence have. but i´m also curious to see what matt finds out. literally can´t wait for more.

9 - Pancakes by @ionlyreadfivebookslastweek

the beginning actually kind of broke my heart. like i felt so so bad. but i´m so happy everything turned out well in the end. yey for happy endings!

10 - Redamancy: Pt. 10, Pt. 11, Pt. 12 by @xocriminal-minds-imaginesxo

i´m so in LOVE with this istg. this series is life and i´m so happy that i came across it. i really don´t have enough words for it. all the plots each parts have are so different and good and cover all emotions. it´s perfect. great job xx

11 - What Do I Do? by @gabriellewritermua

i had the privilege to preread this story and i liked it from the very first second. it´s very well written and i loved the plot and the way the characters are written. well done! xx

12 - First Time Out by @dontshootmespence

ok seriously??? how are people so creative with requests? like teach me? this was so good and had me at the edge of my seat. a lot of suspense, my favv child Jack and a protective hotch. i mean can it get any better? i don´t think so. well done, nicole xx

13 - I Will: Pt. 4, Pt.5 (Final) by @xocriminal-minds-imaginesxo

again, another reminder to myself yall. i just discovered this multiparter and i really need to start at the beginning bc these two parts here got me hooked and i def need to check out all the previous parts yup. i love me some angst.

14 - Tie My Heartstrings (Derek Morgan x Reader) by @spencerreidreads

this story right here is an entry to my challenge, thank you for participating. :) yey, a derek morgan fic. my heart is already happy. but DEREK BOI WHAT ARE U DOING? like ugh, can i smack u? but then again, the ending was so cute i´m in love :)

15 - Smooth as a Bump in the Road by @dontshootmespence

this was hilarious. i love spence so so much. he´s just so cute and i could hug him all day long. also, i miss his and derek´s friendship so much on the show. great work xx

16 - The Best Job in the World - BAU x Reader by @curlsincriminology

i loved everything about this story. EVERYTHING. i also loved JJ in this story like a whole lot, this little legend. perfect! well done x

17 - Talent >> Derek Morgan by @eideticreid

woowza, another morgan fic. DAY MADE! this one was really good and the plot was really creative. you´re writing is so good, i´m jealous.

18 - Sweet Lullaby by @tenaciousarcadeexpert

aww, this one was soo soo soo cute. i def need to see more of matt and his family. this fic gave me life :)

19 - the hardest goodbye´s are the ones we never get to say by @holoitsmeagaintoo

this fic is also an entry to my challenge & also to you, thanks for participating :) so so so good. i loved it so much. it´s a really good way to integrate the prompt and the angst was there, i could feel it. well done xx

20 - Just Us Now - Spencer Reid by @bookofreid

oh god, Dad!Reid. ily. tho this plot was so so sad :( but i love their dynamic and now i want the writers to give this man a damn child.

21 - Similar by @spncmshsvu

okay, wow...wow. this was heavy angst, but i loved reading it. like holy cow, i don´t know what else to say except that i´m speechless and that this story was really well done and that you´re super talented.

22 - Movie Night by @xocriminal-minds-imaginesxo

another reminder to myself yey. this story seem to be pretty awesome and i´m sorry i hadn´t have time to really read it. so consider this a reminder to myself for reading it asap. i bet it´s great :)

23 - rubix. by @uncomfie

yes, my fav derek morgan writer on earth is back. this is pure perfection. seriously, how are you so talented? i loved it a lot but you probably could already guess so. ilysm <3

24 - I´m Still Scared by @dontshootmespence

this had me at the edge of my seat. also, my fav genius worries too much. the middle of the fic was quite a shocker but i´m super happy that everything ended up being good.

25 - Graduate With The Truth II Spencer Reid by @alittlelessthanacirclefics

i´m in love omg. emma and spence are perfect omg. also the end!!!! i´m in love...great work! xx

26 - She´s a secret by @docspencerreid

another entry for my challenge! thank you for participating! omg this plottwist was so unexpected like seriously. the angst is real. this was so good well done. the end had me shook. maybe do a part two?

27 - Morality Above All by @dontshootmespence

ok seriously? please tell me that this isn´t stilla topic today, bc if so, i have no words. JJ was super badass and i miss hers and hotchs dynamic so much. really good story and very well written!

28 - Roles Reversed by @ionlyreadfivebookslastweek

this was funny bc i never expected derek morgan to ask spencer reid for relationship advice. this was everyting.

29 - Cold Nights by @xocriminal-minds-imaginesxo

a derek morgan fic, i´m in love. he is so underrated. and this story was so good and i loved it with all my stone cold heart!

30 - Even You Can´t Save Everyone by @stunudo

yey, another entry for my challenge! thanks for participating! but why don´t you just stab me in my face? like really. first of all. thanks again for participationg. i´m glad you were a part of this, bc tbh you´re one of my inspo��s on here. beyond that, this fic was perfect. the angst. i feel blessed. well done.

31 - Familiar Strangers by @illegalcerebral

idk why but tumblr is still being a d** when it comes to those parts of this series. like i was damn sure i saw it in my notes, but it is gone AGAIN: @ tumblr: please fix yourself. so as a matter of fact that i need a lot of catching up bc this series deserves the world and i need to read this bc ELLE <333333 i tagged the whole masterlist so i can reread everything. guys, please read this fic! it´s amazing!

32 - Second Chance: Part 6 by @docspencerreid

and another remind to me, bc i need to catch up on a lot of parts of this story. but nevertheless it deserves a spot on here. go check it out and give her some feedback bc this story is great!

so this was last weeks reading list. i really hope you liked it. don´t forget to leave some love and feedback to the authors. see you all next sunday :) (hopefully)

#aileen´s reading list #week 10 #spread positivity #fandom #love #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #too much talent on this list

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actuallyspencerreid · 6 years ago

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4, 8, 16, 23, 42 for writing questions!

4) name three authors that were influential to your work and tell whyOn Tumblr, the three most influential authors for me are: @spence-imagines, @literallyprentissstwin and @curlsincriminology and all for the same reason. Reading their works makes me want to be a better writer.

8) what time are you most productive?Late at night. Legit, I write most of my stuff at like 1-4am.

16) easiest verse to writeThe easiest thing I ever wrote was Spencer’s wedding vows from Unbreakable Ch4 .

23) least favorite story you’ve ever writtenThat’s so tough. I’ve loved everything I’ve ever done so far. If I had to choose, the least favorite thing I’ve done is Genius Pt2. I had planned to write it a specific way and then abandoned that plan about halfway through. I think that’s probably why it’s taking me so long to do part 3.

42) do you plan or do you write whatever comes to your mind?Most things, I just write. The only planning I use is what’s requested. If I took the time to plan things out like I do when I’m writing a novel, then I would never finish. One of the reasons I really love the requests that @mantlereid sends me is because she essentially sends me a plan and I just need to make sure that I’m executing it properly, while still making sure to put my own creative signature on it.

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ocappreciation · 7 years ago

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Adelaide Stark // Fic: Beyond the Archetype // by: randomestfandsom-ocs

Adelyn “AJ” Frost // FIc: Frosties and Fireworks & Someone’s Out There (Sending Out Flares)// Captain Amercia // by: ohhitherekatie & (Ch.1-14 by: theocarchitect)

Aldrif // Fic: A Chance of Thunder // Thor // by: nixdragon

Alex Romanoff // Fic: Mirror, Mirror // by: comealongpixie

Alex Stark // Fic: Hero/Stark Chronicles // Avengers & Iron Man // by: teamsharoncarter

Allie Hollden // Fic: Siren and Quiver Series // by: nostarielstuff

Allie Rose Sinclair // Fic: Untitled // by: curious-kittens-ocs

Amber Odison // Fic: The Only Exception // by: mbmrocks

Amelia Fletcher // Fic: Rebel Columbia // by: rebelcolumbia

Amethyst “Amy” Lewis // Fic: All of You // by: dreamerwithapen1

Andromeda Volagre // Fic: Moondust // by: cptainsrogers

Aphrodite // Fic: The Course of True Love (Never Did Run Smooth) // by: randomestfandsom-ocs

Aspen Pierce // Fic: Control // by: soeleils

Astrid // Fic: Divine Strength // by: missjanuarylily

Astrid Lynn Xavier // Fic: Untitled // X-Men // by: curious-kittens-ocs

Avery “Cipher” Plafaire // Fic: Code Blue (AO3) (FFN) // by: goddess-of-hammers

Belladonna Barton // Fic: Aim True // by: curious-kittens-ocs

Bellona Junius // Fic: Bellona // by: stevensdiana

Bethany Stewart // Fic: Bloodstream // by: cptainsrogers

Bianca Davis // Fic: The American Dream // by: randomestfandoms-ocs

Bonnie Grey // Fic: Flesh & Bone // by: cptainsrogers

Brigitte St Fleur // Fic: Untitled // by: mangleocs

Camilla Santos // Fic: Collected Moments // by: cptainsrogers

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I was tagged by @amillcitygirl thanks lovely 🧡🧡

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height | 5’7”

last google search | a restaurant in the city, see if it’s still open (sadly it’s not)

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number of followers | depends on the blog. main 200ish, fics 1.2k, secret Benedict stash <50, other blog I founded then appointed others to run cos it got out of hand at peak 14k now ten years later and inactive 7k. I've also deleted other sideblogs cos I'm a fickle bitch.

amount of sleep | right now, 5 hours. Not getting sleepy until 2am cos my brain is still in holiday mode.

dream job | to be so independently wealthy I don’t need to work, so I can just travel and write.

wearing | tartan PJ pants and a grey cotton long sleeves tee

movie/book that describes you | I have NO FUCKING IDEA?!? Mutuals help me out here. @hspgirl you’ve known me for 10 years, I’m drawing all blanks. Edit: hspgirl says a modern Elizabeth Bennett or Jo March.

aesthetic | In decor natural wood tones and muted shades. In style Understated and erring towards as casual as I can get away with. Neutrals, dark wash denim, stud earrings, expensive handbags (don’t ask, it’s a habit I’m trying to break). I can’t pick a decent pair of shoes to save my life, and I have duck feet, so I don’t look good ankles down except in summer when Im okay with sandals. If you see me in a dress or skirt it’s probably against my will.

favorite author(s) | I can’t narrow it down. I tend to only read travel and non fiction. Also occasionally some penguin classics.

favorite song | Impossible!! I can’t even narrow it down to 10 cos I will forget some. Also I am NOT cool, my taste in music is awful. So let’s just go with some random categories. To pull me out of a funk - Fresh Feeling by Eels or Put Your Records On by Corrine Bailey Rae. To make me dance like a crazy person - Cuddly Toy by Roachford, it’s from when I was young and I unironically love it.

random fact | The Daily Telegraph attributed a stupid quote to me I didn't say (at opening day of EuroDisney) and I'm still pissed about it.

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curlswithcreativity · 6 years ago

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A Thousand Ways - Spencer Reid x Reader

Prompt: “You love me as if I deserve you.”

A/N: This is going to be a start of a new thing I do every once and awhile. I will take a prompt and write a fluffy version and an angsty version (though probably with different characters). This is angsty!!

Please let me know what you think; comments are always so, so appreciated!

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It took three instances for him to steal your heart—only three.

A laugh, a touch, and a kiss had been all it took. He wouldn’t be able to understand how you had known so quickly, how just a few short interactions had changed you so profoundly that you felt as if your very essence were tied to his. He couldn’t possibly comprehend the depth of your emotions, and the certainty of which you felt them.

But he still knew how you felt.

It hurt more that he knew how you felt but didn’t return the feeling, you thought, than if he had remained blissfully unaware. Then you could have pretended that maybe— maybe if he knew, if you just said something, he would feel the same way.

You didn’t have that luxury.

“You love me as if I deserve you.” The words he spoke were cold and empty, and they bit down to your core. The darkness of the room allowed you to move forward quietly and unnoticed, and you were grateful that it also helped obscure your tears. You prayed for your voice to remain clear.

You had been the one to push forward, insistent to brace the storm while the others fell back. You loved him too much to let him deteriorate, to allow him to lose himself in the pain.

“Spencer, you need to get help.” You were out of your league, and you were losing him in a way you didn’t think either of you could recover from. “Please, Spence, let me help you.”

The bottles of dilaudid clattered on the floor as you attempted to get closer to him. You breathed a shaky sigh of relief when you realized they were unused. Spencer wrenched himself away from your outreached hand and your face fell at his slight.

He wouldn’t look you in the eyes, instead settling on a spot on the floor as he spoke monotonously. “I don’t want you here. You don’t need to see this. You don’t… need to do this.”

“It’s fine, I can just-.”

“Y/N, get out!” The loud crash of the water glass you had brought in earlier startled you, glass flying in every direction as water dripped down the wall. Your breath caught in your throat. “Why don’t you get it? I don’t want you here.”

You knew he was in agony; he was hurting. The loss of Maeve had shaken him deeper than you had ever seen. And that was killing you—more so than the fact that you knew he felt about Maeve the way you felt about him.

You couldn’t have left even if you had wanted to; your feet felt heavy, and your head was thick with grief as you attempted to reason with him. “If you won’t talk to me, you still need to talk to somebody.” You grabbed the bottles of dilaudid, his empty eyes on your hands as they searched the floor. “You can’t do this again, Spencer. You’re going to kill yourself.”

“Maybe I want to.” His words came mumbled and they broke your heart.

You looked at him sadly. “Are there any more?” You asked, raising the bottles in your hands to accompany your question.

“No.”

You took a deep breath. “Are you lying to me?”

“No.” You studied the lines of his face, the dark circles under his eyes, and the thick stubble that lined his lower face.

You nodded. “Okay.”

You gathered up the paraphernalia, your fingers pausing when they accidentally brushed against the copy of "The Narrative of John Smith". Spencer pulled it out from under your stilled fingers with a protective yank, placing it in his lap as he glared at you.

The ache in your throat worsened as you tried to ignore him. He was mourning the loss of a love that never met its full potential. You knew how it felt. “I’m sending JJ over later tonight. You might want to try to shower before then.”

With the bottles safely in your bag, you collapsed outside of his apartment. You were drowning in sorrow and struggling to keep some composure while still so close he could hear you. But God was it ever hard to maintain any aspect of self-control when all you wanted to do was soothe your traumatized heart.

While Spencer knew you loved him, he could never understand the full extent… or what it took from you. It had only taken three instances for him to steal your heart, but he broke it one thousand ways everyday.

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curlswithcreativity · 6 years ago

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Smell the Roses - Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Prompt: “Why are you bleeding?”

A/N: I think this is the first Stiles piece I’ve written? I miss my freckly boi. I should have proofed this more but I’m out of energy!!! sorry!!! Thanks @musiciatee for the prompt

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The warmth of the room was not helping your inability to stay awake; you found your attention drifting quickly, and you hoped that Lydia would lend you her notes for next period's class if you were nice enough. Try as you might, you found your head bobbing, and your eyes fluttering to half open slits as you listened to Coach Finstock drone on about scarcity, efficiency, and sovereignty.

The sharp whack of a small projectile caused your eyes to whip open as you sat up quickly, looking around for the source of the disruption. Your eyes landed on the messy haired, freckled boy sitting in the row across from you. You glowered. Stiles mimed yawning before acting out a comical snore and you found yourself holding back a smirk at his theatrics. He gestured wildly to the crumpled ball of a note he had thrown at you, and you picked it up daintily to study its contents.

Stop staying up until 4am watching that dumb doctor show.

Glancing back at up at him, he fixed you with a pointed, haughty look and you rolled your eyes.

Coach was facing the blackboard, and you used this opportunity to tear a narrow strip of paper from your notebook. You hastily scrawled your response, Stop going out and playing in the forest until 4am, before lobbing it in Stiles' direction. He caught it easily in his uplifted hand, opening it under his desk while you studied him. He chuckled and scribbled down his retort.

I'm not the one who can't keep their eyes open, Y/N.

You crumpled the small piece of paper and tossed it into your bag as Coach turned around to study the class for an answer. When his back was to you once more, you sent over your reply to Stiles.

Bold of you to assume that's not because of Finstock's lesson. Stiles snorted loudly and quickly covered his face as Coach whipped around, studying the young man with contempt.

"Something funny, Bilinski?"

Stiles straightened in his chair, wiggling his pencil between his fingers as he pursed his lips and shook his head. "No, Coach. I was just suddenly struck by the fact that my generation will be in charge of the economy one day and you're probably going to have a huge impact on us future stock investors."

Coach shuddered as he processed what had been said. "That is a truly terrifying thought. But keep it to yourself next time. People smarter than you are trying to learn, here."

You snickered and tried to pass it off as a small cough as Stiles sunk back into his seat raising his eyebrows and giving you a triumphant grin at his deflection. Following your close call, the two of you remained uncharacteristically silent until the bell rang to release you a few short minutes later. You shoved your books into your bag quickly in an attempt to escape the crowdedness of the hallways on your way to grab a coffee, but you slowed when you heard Stiles calling after you. He was fumbling with his textbooks, shoving them into his open backpack haphazardly as he tried to catch up to you.

He knocked into a desk in his hurry, groaning and clutching at his thigh as he limped out the door. "Ow. Damn, why do you always have to move so fast?"

You shook your head wearily, clutching your bag tightly to your side as the two of you headed towards the front entrance. "Stilinski, it's a damn miracle you're still alive." He grinned at the statement, pulling his bag higher on his shoulder as he matched his pace to yours. Your hustle had paid off; you were far ahead of the crowd by the time the masses finally left their classrooms.

"Clearly the higher powers at be realize it would be cruel to deny the world of such a gorgeous specimen of a human being." He mumbled absently as he rubbed at his growing bruise.

"Right..." You drawled as you searched for your purse for your keys. "Are you sure it's because not even the Devil can handle you?"

"I mean, it definitely could be that I'm too hot for hell, Y/N. Yes, thank you for bringing up such an insightful point." He was relentless. You had already made the short distance to your car, and you leaned against the frame for support as Stiles moved to the passenger side door without speaking. You raised an eyebrow quizzically and he paused, his long fingers grasping the handle. "What? Was I not invited?"

You shrugged, pulling open the door to the backseat to throw your bag in. "I honestly don't think you would listen if I said you weren't allowed to come with me. I accepted that a long time ago." He pondered your words, raising his shoulders and nodding in agreement as he slid into the car. He was already tinkering with your seats and the air conditioning when you closed your door behind you.

"I think you take my presence for granted, Y/N/N.” He mused. “One day, you'll be all like, "Hey, where's that anxious young man, Stiles, who I love so much?" And I'll be off somewhere, surrounded by models who have come to love and appreciate my intricate and complex levels of humour and intelligence so much so that they decided to create a town in my honour. How will you feel then, huh?"

He was staring at you so intently, you were losing the thread of whether he was joking or not. You searched his eyes, finding nothing but deep pits of amber instead of answers. You shoved the keys into the ignition after clipping on your seat belt, promptly ignoring his question. "Is Scott busy? Why aren’t you harassing him?"

The freckled young man sighed, and shoved his backpack down between his feet, rolling his eyes when you reached across his chest to pull out the seat belt he had been struggling with. "He's playing hooky with Allison, but that's not the point. The point is that I'm a joy to be around, and you need to stop and smell the roses." Stiles quickly began fiddling with your radio, letting out a small huff of protest when you slapped his fingers away.

"Come on, you know the driver picks the music." Stiles groaned dramatically as he played with the window controls, the front and back windows rising and lowering, much to your annoyance.

"The rule only applies if the driver has good taste."

You gasped in contempt, your fingers sliding over the volume knob to increase the sound in an act of defiance. "I'm sorry you're uncultured? What's wrong with Leon Bridges and Nat King Cole?"

"You don't want me to answer that."

By this point in your relationship, you were surprised your eyeballs were still in your head, and that you hadn't somehow developed a rare muscle strain as a result of the constant eye rolling you seemed to partake in in Stiles' company. "You are, by far, the biggest baby I have ever met. And stop messing with my windows."

He pouted indignantly and crossed his arms, his leg bouncing wildly as you continued down the empty road to the nearest coffee chain. "Then entertain me. Or let me drive…you're slower than my dad."

"Stiles, I am a safe driver. And the speed limit is 35. I'm doing 40."

"No one actually drives that close to the limit." He scoffed as you slowed down for a stray pedestrian. "You drive like you're making a mad break from the nursing home. You're like, the opposite of Quicksilver or the Flash. You're so slow, a baby who hasn't learned how to walk yet could 100% beat you in a race."

Your lips lifted into a smile as you checked your blind spots before turning on your signals to switch lanes. "I'm fine with that, Mr. My-daddy-gets-me-out-of-parking-tickets."

If Stiles had intended to respond, he didn't get to. The deafening crunch of metal and the intense force of the speeding car that collided with yours pulled a loud gasp from your lips. Your body slammed back against the driver's seat, your breath caught in your chest at the suddenness of the impact. Time seemed funny to you. It would have been only a few seconds that had passed, but it had seemed so much longer than that.

Dazed, you turned to look at Stiles who was observing you with increasing distress. From your position, you could see how a speeding car would have missed this little road if they had turned off the main street; they wouldn't have had a lot of time to correct if they hadn't spotted the yield sign. Your friend’s hand grabbed your arm, and you drew your attention from your window and the smoke that was emanating from your hood outside.

"Are you okay?" You murmured, feeling oddly constrained in your position behind the wheel as Stiles' hands brushed over you with a gentle urgency. His face was pale, but he seemed fine to you until you noticed the redness on his hand. "Hey, what-.”

"Oh my god, Y/N, you're bleeding. Why are you bleeding?" His words didn't make a lot of sense; if you were bleeding, why was he the one with blood on his hands? You yelped when his fingers brushed over your thigh, and you realized that the pressure you were feeling was a result of your buckled door and the strip of metal that had sliced into your upper leg.

"Oh my god." You turned to look at the man who was standing outside of your window, peering in at you and Stiles who was frantically searching for his phone. Based on the fact that his car door was wide open, and his face was ashen, you assumed you were looking at the man who had hit you. Somehow, his bumper had only just been dented along with his cracked headlight. "Oh my god, is she okay?" He repeated speaking to Stiles who was glaring at him angrily, his phone pressed to his face.

"Dude, there's a yield sign for a reason!" Stiles spat out. "Hi, yes, I've just been in a car accident at LaCinta and Grove. We need an ambulance."

"I didn't think to..."

"Yeah, clearly!" The venom in Stiles voice was unlike you had ever heard before as he snapped at the man.

We should get out of the car, you thought mindlessly, as you sat there in shock. Cars always blow up in movies.

"It's not going to blow up," Stiles said quickly as he reached for your hand to reassure you. "Yeah, no, I'm still here, sorry. My friend just said something."

You groaned and Stiles turned to you quickly, worry drawing his eyebrows together. "My mom and dad are going to murder me." You mumbled as you watched the blood pooling in the grooves of your seats. You heard Stiles speaking frantically, before saying something along the lines of, "I don't know how deep it is, but there's a lot of blood."

Things were fuzzy after that.

When your fog began to clear, you felt much better. It took you a moment before realizing that you were no longer pressed up against the crushed driver's side door of your car but that you were now sitting in a hospital bed. Your thigh felt tender, but the sharp stabbing ache that had been present earlier was no more. A quick scan of the room revealed you were alone, but you recognized Stiles' backpack occupying the chair nearest to your bed and noted the bouquet of pink and yellow roses.

When you sighted him outside of your room, speaking anxiously with his father and your mom who you quickly recognized despite only seeing the back of her silhouette, you sighed with relief. Stiles noticed you were awake almost instantly, and you watched as he nudged the Sheriff before saying something to your mom who quickly whipped around and hurried through the door to your side.

"Oh baby girl, I'm so glad you're awake. Are you feeling okay? Can I get you something? How is your leg? Are you thirsty?" You withdrew slightly from her urgent coddling and looked at the Sheriff in a silent plea. He slipped an arm around your mom, who tried to shrug him off as she fussed over you.

"Y/M/N, remember the doctor said she would feel a little overwhelmed after she woke up."

With a start, your mom nodded, wiping absently at the stray tear that had fallen down her cheek without consent. "Right. Sorry." She continued her questioning in a more relaxed manner, and you did your best to keep up. Stiles hung back nervously as he watched the exchange, and you rolled your eyes in her direction as he gave you a weak smile

She patted the edge of the bed to check for an empty space before she sat down beside you. "Stiles told me what happened, and your dad is on his way back from Montreal... We're just so glad you're okay. We don't want you to worry about the car right now. Just focus on getting better."

You nodded, relieved. "Okay."

"You should be very grateful you have such good friends. Stiles was a superstar." Your friend itched shyly at the back of his neck, his face reddening slightly at the praise while his dad gave him a proud smile. Your mom looked as if she wanted to say something more, but she stopped, changing her train of thought. "Can I get you something to eat? I told them you wouldn't want to be woken up, but I can go grab you something."

"Can I just have some tea, please?" Your mom hummed and patted your arm before kissing your hair. You could see that she was happy to have something to do, and knew you would be getting a talk about your driving skills when you recovered.

"Yes, my sweet girl… I'll see if I can find some chicken noodle soup." With that she left the room, the Sheriff choosing to head out soon after.

"There's still some issues I have to deal with on our side," Stiles' father explained, his hands clutching comfortably at the sides of his jacket. "Based on what Stiles said and the fact that the man who hit you is currently having his stomach pumped, I might be here a while."

"Arrest him." Stiles sung, irritably from his position leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. Sheriff Stilinski shot his son a look that resided somewhere between disdain and understanding, before leaving. "I'm serious!" Stiles shouted after his dad before muttering, "Drunk idiot." quietly to himself. When the two of you were alone, your friend edged closer to the side of your bed. He studied you with a strained look of concern as you winced; the metal bar of the bed frame had knocked against your wound in your attempt to move over to make room for him. You patted the space beside you, beckoning him forward.

Wordlessly, he sunk into the newly vacant spot beside you, his slender fingers intertwining with yours. You couldn’t remember the last time you had held hands like this, but felt it was probably back when you were in grade school. You sat in silence for a few moments, shoulder to shoulder, before he turned to you.

"I'm never getting in a car with you again, you know, right? My life is too precious."

You groaned and let out a small laugh despite everything, squeezing his hand tightly as you grumbled, "You aren't going to let me live this down are you."

Stiles clucked his tongue at you, shaking his head in mock disappointment. "I'm JUST saying that if you were driving faster, we would have completely missed that asshole getting to that intersection."

“Or if I had driven the speed limit instead of driving over, he would have blasted through that intersection ahead of us.” You countered as you gave his shoulder a bump. "Anyway, I'm still alive…I guess the Devil didn't want me either." His arm snaked around your shoulder and he pulled you gently towards him in a loving hug.

"Good. I'm not ready for you to die just yet." Your body relaxed against him, the lack of conversation that followed comforting; Stiles was one of the few people who you could spend hours with, talking or not, and still feel like your time was well spent. You were glad he was here with you now.

Your eyes felt heavy, but you opened them again when Stiles began to speak. “I’m really glad you’re okay, Y/N.”

“Thanks… Me too.”

He pointed towards the vase of flowers you had noticed earlier, “I got those for you. I thought if you were on bed rest you should actually spend some time stopping to smell the roses.”

You let out a small sigh and grinned happily. “That’s so cheesy…”

“Yeah, but you like it anyway.”

You studied the petals of the roses, and shrugged jokingly in an attempt to convey disinterest—but he was right, and you both knew it. You liked it a lot.

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curlswithcreativity · 6 years ago

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Unapologetic

My friend told me my standards were too high.

I told her that hers were too low.

I'm not sorry I won't make myself smaller for you. I'm not sorry you asked for strength and beauty and wit and got someone who knew they possessed all those traits. I won't play shy to protect your ego.

I won't make myself smaller for you, so that you can fit me in your pocket, parading me around when it makes you look better. Look more confident. More intelligent, to have secured someone who knows what they want, how to get it, and to not settle for less.

I won't soften the same edges on myself that you're praised for simply because you feel threatened. Because the idea of someone who won't go quietly and would burn the city down just to spite you is too terrifying.

I'm not sorry I won't do it.

Stop asking, and find someone else who will.

It's them I'll feel sorry for.

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curlswithcreativity · 6 years ago

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Spidey Senses - Peter Parker x Reader

Prompt: What happens with Peter’s Spidey Senses when you take him to a theme park? Courtesy of @trewestriandta

A/N: So this could be good, but I just finished reading some of my old fics and I cringed so hard that I broke my processing unit.

I HATE ROLLERCOASTERS WITH A FIERY PASSION. Also shout-out to my local amusement park, Wonderland, you a real one. And fuck Canadian Geese they are Devil spawn ™

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“Come on, Peter, I want to go on the Leviathan.” From your position in the middle of the pavilion, you were steps away from the line for the most popular attraction at the park and you were desperate to finally go on. Children yelled as they raced past you to get to the next stop on their trip, and you felt your own excitement bubbling up as the entrance drew closer.

You yanked at the hand intertwined with yours but were met with a sturdy resistance; upon turning back to determine the hold up, you noticed Peter’s body was taut as he stared up at the frighteningly large roller coaster, his jaw clenched tightly as he grasped your hand. You studied your friend with curiosity. “Peter?”

“Nope. No way. Nuh uh.”

You groaned as you pulled at his arm harder. "Pete... Don't be a baby. You said you would go on it with me when we were on the bus over."

"That was before I saw it. There's no way that thing is safe..."

Peter had always been anxious, but following his encounter (as you had taken to calling it) it was almost impossible to do anything with him that didn't set off his Spidey Senses. In an attempt to vary your advancement methods, you moved behind your companion to place two hands firmly on his back and give him a hefty push. It was useless. He turned around to face you and shook his head tight-lipped as you glowered.

You eyed his feet wearily before hissing out, "Peter Benjamin Parker, if you are using your... your talents to prevent me from pushing you right now—" Suddenly, you stumbled forward as he took a step to the side. You may not have had superhero reflexes, but your instincts still worked well enough for you to catch yourself before you took a nasty spill. Peter ignored your irritation as he continued to shake his head, and tried to back away from the growing line.

"I have a bad feeling about this, Y/N. I'm serious. Why don't we just head back to the food court? We could grab some funnel cake... you love funnel cake! And then we could go on those tea cups again; that was awesome, right?" He was rambling in his endeavour to convince you, throwing ideas forward that he thought you would find more appealing than traveling several hundred feet into the air before being catapulted forward at almost 100 mph. But he would have no success.

"PETER." You shouted, stomping your foot despite yourself; you knew you were acting childishly and that irritated you, but the bus ride had been long and he had sworn up and down that he would ride with you-- you had been talking about this ride for months and you weren't going to turn back now that you'd paid the admission fee. “We. Are. Going.”

The young hero had known you long enough to know that there was no way for him to get out of this, and his groans followed you as you finally managed to drag him towards the attraction. Despite physically going along with your plans, he complained the whole way through the 45-minute line and all the way up to the point where you were finally secured in your seats.

"We're gonna die, we're gonna die, we're gonna die. This is bad, this is really, really not good." Peter mumbled under his breath feverishly as the attendant shot him a concerned look; you waved the worker’s worries away as you raised your arms for him to check your seat belt was properly secured.

"He's fine. Just a little nervous." You explained as you gestured towards Peter, whose hands were now clutching tightly at his face as his ramblings continued. The attendant shrugged and continued his way down the platform to finish his checks before making his way back to the control panel. You twisted as much as you could given your restraints, sliding your fingers under Peter's hand and pulling them away from his cheeks to hold tightly in yours.

His eyes were full of concern as he focused on you, and you did your best to reassure him. "It's fine, Peter. I promise. It's going to be fine. It’s just a little anxiety! People get anxious for lots of reasons!" You spoke in dulcet tones, as if soothing a frightened baby bird. You could tell he didn't quite believe you, but he humoured you nonetheless, nodding as the ride jolted to a start. His breath hitched and he clutched your fingers forcefully as you turned forward to sit properly in your spot.

Things went as well as they could for a rollercoaster, and you were in your element. You loved the sudden drops and lurches, excited screams being pulled from your lips as you rounded tight corners and swooped into tunnels. Peter let out several yelps but remained a fair bit calmer than you had expected him to.

On the second to last descent, however, there was a terrible screech of metal against metal amongst your screams. Suddenly, you stopped; the car was suspended, what felt like quite precariously, on the tracks with your body parallel to the ground. The passengers on the ride exchanged worried gasps and frightened looks as they waited for an explanation as to why they were currently frozen at a 90-degree angle while strapped to a metal train several hundred feet in the air. Peter’s response was almost instantaneous.

"WHAT DID I SAY, Y/N, WHAT DID I SAY?!" Although the forces of gravity had pulled his hair down rather comically into his eyes, you bit the inside of your cheek to maintain your serious façade as Peter screeched. “I TOLD YOU SOMETHING WAS GOING TO HAPPEN!”

His rant was cut short by the overhead speaker crackling on, a chipper voice speaking in a stark contrast to Peter’s frustration.

"Sorry, folks! We had it radioed in that a little ol’ family of geese has managed to get past the protective fence around the ride and make it onto the track! We've got people coming right now to get the little guys out of the way, and we should have you continuing on in just a few seconds. Again, sorry for the inconvenience!”

You hung there for a few moments in silence, trying to avoid the angry glares of your seatmate. “Just go on the ride, you said! It’ll be FINE, you said!” Peter’s voice was strained, the weight of his body being pushed against the seatbelt and safety bar.

It was 20 minutes before the ride’s tracks began to move again, this time at an agonizingly slow crawl; he turned to you slowly, his expression a mix of contempt and triumph. Rolling your eyes, you shrugged with a painful sigh. “Okay. You were right.”

Peter smirked as the ride began to increase in speed and opened his mouth to reply just as a large bug sailed into it. His eyes flew open wide as he choked, and the surprised laugh you let out seemed to startle him further. He swallowed roughly with a throat-clearing cough, his face red and eyes watering while he looked at you in shock. That sent you overboard; you laughed maniacally for the rest of the ride as you made a much slower journey back to the loading station. When it finally came time to exit the car, you couldn’t move, your laugh-driven tears were so all consuming.

“I’m never listening to you again.” Peter grumbled as he unclicked his seat belt angrily, hopping over your seated form and onto the platform to glare at you while you attempted to control yourself long enough to get back onto solid ground.

“Are you sure your Spidey Senses weren’t cluing you in to the free meal? I would ask if you wanted to go for funnel cake now, but you’re probably full, aren’t you?” You giggled, struggling to release yourself from the metal car. It was stuck for some reason, and you yanked at the metal casing all the while maintaining your shit-eating grin.

“I hate you. I’m going to leave you here.”

It then dawned on you why you were having such a difficult time getting out of your car. “PETER. YOU DID NOT WEB MY SEATBELT SHUT.”

The young man shrugged and stuck his tongue out at you, turning on his heels as he made his way off the platform. “You’ll figure it out!” He shouted back to you as you grumbled in your seat.

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Attention - Tom Holland x Reader (Part One)

Prompt: Brittney and I like to send pictures back and forth. Sometimes in happens when I’m in class. We came to the realization that Boyfriend!Tom would almost definitely do it just for the joy of making you feel flustered. Some of the dialogue is stripped right from our conversation

A/N: I’m so sorry. It’s literally been so long since I posted that I had to look up how I formatted my fics. I’m back at school full time and it’s kicking my ass!! Also this is my first TH fic soooo... comments would be lovely! Also, this is a two parter because I didn’t like how it was turning out, so I just split off the end. I’ll post the rest tomorrow

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Part Two

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A tired sigh escaped your lips as you scribbled down your notes, your professor’s tangent failing to hold your attention. Your four-hour block of classes was almost done and you couldn’t wait for the short 30-minute break before the final four-hour block began. You needed to grab something to eat and quickly.

Absent-mindedly, your hand trailed over to your phone to check the time. When the light of your screen came on, the familiar Snapchat banner that accompanied a new message derailed you. The small little red ghost icon followed by the name “Tom 🐸 💖” made you smile instinctively.

Tom would frequently send you snaps to brighten your day and to help break up the monotony of your long lectures. The thought of a cutely framed photo of Tessa had you clicking on the banner urgently, your desire to see a cute dog in an equally cute or funny scenario incredibly strong.

Upon opening the app and message, you nearly dropped your phone in your haste to discreetly hide your screen. Tom apparently fresh from the shower had sent you a shirtless photo, his damp curls stuck to his forehead as he gave you a mischievous smirk. The towel he was wearing hung low around his hips providing ample view of his wet, well-defined abs. It was nothing you hadn’t seen before, but in the context of your lecture hall, you felt your cheeks quickly gaining a healthy flush.

The banner that flashed across the top of your screen showed another new snap, and you twisted your hand to cover your face as you clicked on it warily. The photo showed the towel that had previously been wrapped around Tom’s hips now in his outstretched hand. The white towel was a stark contrast against the warm colours you had chosen for your bedroom, and considering Tom’s toned forearm and that damn towel were the only thing in frame, you had little else to focus on.

This time when the small ghost appeared again at the top of your screen, first red, and then purple to indicate he had sent you a video, you turned your phone’s screen off and placed the device face down against the desk. Your face burned hotly and your heart raced as you squirmed in your seat. You forced yourself to breathe deeply, reaching for your pen and re-entering the password to your laptop that had fallen dark in your moments of distraction.

Right, you thought as you shook your head, focus on the Olympian Twelve. Do not think about the fact your incredibly attractive boyfriend almost definitely just sent you nudes.

The subtle buzz of your phone against the lecture hall desk drew your attention away from the discussion regarding the nuisances of myths and legends. Your brow furrowed; you had your phone set to do not disturb, with the exception of a very select group of individuals. Ever since you had started dating Tom, your previously respectable number of notifications had skyrocketed, and the constant chime of your phone was not welcome in academic settings.

Once more, curiosity got the better of you and you reluctantly turned over your phone to discover that although the banner was different, the sender was the same.

TOM HOLLAND (7)

You pulled down the notification with a swipe of your finger and quickly scanned the messages.

“Why didn’t you open my picture 😞”

“I made you a special video, darling ;)”

“Y/N!!!”

“Love you, gorgeous xxx”

“Answerrrrr myyyyyy messagesssss”

“Do you not love me? If you did you would open my video ;)”

“Respond plz”

You turned off your phone completely after that. There were only 20 minutes left in your lecture and he could wait that long. Maybe you would make it longer if he continued in his current vein, you thought as an email from him with the subject “LOVE, COME ON” flashed in the upper-hand corner of your laptop screen. You didn’t bother to read the preview.

The next 10 minutes were rather uneventful, and you hoped that Tom had finally gotten the hint. He was well aware of your schedule’s busy nature despite its stark contrast to his own. For the most part, he respected that.

“Hey guys, it’s me, Tom Holland.”

Your head whipped around in your seat, the sound of Tom’s voice coming through a tinny phone speaker an unexpected occurrence in your Classic Mythology lecture. The girl who was holding the phone shot you an apologetic look devoid of recognition as she lowered her volume. You sunk into your seat- despite the new sound level you could still hear the clear, familiar chatter of your boyfriend’s voice.

“Oh, hello marj1091 and… sorry, I can’t see your usernames anymore, they’re going by too quickly.” There was the familiar sound of your creaking bed and a loud huff, which made you think that Tom had thrown himself down in his typical fashion.

“Right.” Tom stated, a small pause following his voice as the sound of things moving flowed through the speaker. “I’m on live right now because I’m feeling incredibly ignored by a certain someone who is very dear to me.”

You had been so distracted by his dialogue that you had missed your class dismissal. Suddenly, the seats around you were emptying and Tom’s voice was being covered by the sound of squeaking chairs and hurried steps. As you gathered your things, you stared at your phone hesitantly before turning it back on. You were intrigued now, if not still a little irritated, about what he was saying about you. Walking outside of the lecture hall, you clasped your phone tightly in your hand as you scrolled through your folders to find the multi-coloured camera icon. You cringed when you noticed you had been tagged in a photo and now had almost 1500 new notifications and mentions.

The newest addition to your tagged page had Tom’s face filling your screen, his hair much less damp than in the photos he had sent you and his muscled chest now covered by a heather grey t-shirt. He was pouting as he clutched tightly to Tess, the dog somehow managing to look forlorn as well. The caption read, “When she’s ignoring you because she’s “being responsible”… Quite sure Tess thinks she’s gone forever.”

It would have been cute if it weren’t so blatantly manipulative.

Your teeth ground together as you looked for a safe spot to stop that was not in the way of the ongoing foot traffic. Settling on a nearly empty bench, you sighed despite yourself; you had to admit… he did look good. And that was infuriating given your current need to focus on getting through your school day. His stream was still running, and against your better judgement you pulled it up to catch him in the middle of a conversation.

“Look, I love that she’s going to class and learning. She’s absolutely brilliant and I’m so proud of her. But being home alone all day is rubbish. What am I supposed to do—?” Oh come on, Thomas, you thought, I’m sure you can think of something. “—Just wait? She should just stay home, it’s better for all of us.” He trailed off, his lips quirking up into a faint smile as he read through the comments, shifting in his spot as you let out a small huff. He nodded his head, reaching for something just out of frame as he spoke.

“Right, if you’re just joining us now,” Tom said as he held up a photo to his phone’s camera. Your face, smiling brightly as he planted a kiss on your cheek, came into focus as he repositioned the photo and let out a dramatic sigh. “The live stream is dedicated to remembering my girlfriend, Y/N. She’s not dead, she’s just ignoring me because she’s in lectures all day.”

You rolled your eyes and resisted the urge to comment, allowing others to do it for you.

“I’M fUCKING DEAD HAHAHAHAHAHA”

“tom ur such a little baby”

“omg Y/N sucks. Who cares about school when you’re dating Tom Holland????”

“take off your shirt!!!”

“tom, you’re literally the loving boyfriend meme and its gross”

“uh, I’m pretty sure I just saw her join the stream?”

The last comment made you pause, and you watched as Tom processed the slow feed. He had apparently missed the notification that you had joined in his dramatic presentation, his face breaking into a beaming smile. You felt your lips lifting upwards instinctively despite your mild irritation.

“Did she actually? That’s brilliant, I thought she would have turned off her phone. Y/N/N, are you paying attention to me now, love?” He was smiling broadly as he clicked through the viewers before finally finding your username. “You are.”

“I’m not.” You typed angrily while pursing your lips, chiding yourself. You had no doubt in your mind that this would only encourage him. When the comment finally made its way into his view, he let out a booming laugh.

“You’re so stubborn.” He shifted in your bed, adjusting himself so that he could sit up more comfortably. “But since you’re here, you really should open the snap video I sent you. Maybe not in class though.” His voice had the same mischievous air to it that his texts had conveyed.

“what snap video??”

“what’s the video?”

“video? Why are you making it seem like a sexy video? Did you send a sexy video?”

“tom why are you like this?”

“are you sexting her in class, what is this”

“puppy tom no!”

“fuckboy tom at it again”

The request to join the Instagram live stream flashed across your phone, and you glared at it for a moment before declining. It took a second or two for your action to catch up to Tom’s device, and his face twisted into a comical pout at the rejection.

“Aww, come on now, Y/N/N. You’re not in class now, yeah? Just-” The comments that were coming now were fast and overwhelming.

“omg tom let the poor girl learn”

“let Y/N get a degree 2k18”

“take your shirt off!!!”

“girl drop out & be a housewife. id live off that spider man $$$”

“TOM I LOVE YOU. DATE ME INSTEAD”

“-join for a moment so that I can see your lovely face.” He was relentless, you thought with a small shake of your head.

You settled on a suitable response and taped it out hurriedly; you had less than 10 minutes now to get over to your new building and you would have to skip lunch, which was truly tragic. “Pictures exist for a reason, Thomas. Stop being a baby. This is a home discussion! And! I’m! Busy!” You weren’t surprised when he chose to ignore the second half of your message.

“Well, yeah but it’s not the same, is it, love? And I’m not being a baby. Forgive me for wanting to spend time with my girlfriend.” Tom replied with a hint of a pout that was nowhere near as convincing as it could have been had it not been replaced almost immediately by a childish grin. God, he was infuriating.

You sent “✌️👶”, a sentiment that you thought succinctly conveyed the message you wanted to get across, and rolled your eyes as you left the stream despite your boyfriend’s whines. His incessant contact had thrown you off your groove, and now it was a struggle to get where you needed to be. You grumbled to yourself as you bolted across campus. “Do I call him repeatedly when he’s on set? Does he get roped into live streams because I haven’t seen him in 5 hours?”

The answer was a resounding no.

Boy, was he going to have hell to pay when you got home.

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