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word count: 6824 warnings: some swearing summary: this is a royalty au!!

“Okay, okay, how about a story?”

Your twins, Sage and Finn, shared rooms together and loved nothing more than their dad to put them to sleep. While you gathered the mess they made in the living room, he got them settled down with an often too adventurous story getting them to sleep.

Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff and proposals. 

Summary: Tom wants to replace something of yours but comes up with a conclusion so you can keep your old ones as well. 

Word Count: 1610

You awoke to a rose on the pillow next to you, the soft smell enchanting your olfactory senses and drawing you from your peaceful sleep, it was in just enough time to catch the shirtless back of your boyfriend slipping out of the room. You’re wrapped around the green stem, bringing the flora to your nose and inhaling deeply, the soft petals rubbing against your nose and making you shiver. The touch reminded you of gentle innocence and wandering through stores as a child trying to find the softest item, it was pure and unmeaning yet somehow filled with love. Your fingers pressed into the soft mattress topper, raising your sleep impaired body from the blankets. 

You swung your legs over the edge of the bed, toes curling as the bare soles met the cold wooden floor, a shiver running through your body at the sudden change in air surrounding it, looking longingly at the pile of blankets on the bed before the sound of the kettle in the kitchen pulled you in the direction. The scent of tea and coffee replaced the lingering aroma of roses on your cheeks. You heard Tom before you saw him, the velvety notes of his humming overwhelming your hearing as you leaned against the door frame. Your body was shrouded with one of Tom’s shirt, the one that he had taken off last night before getting in bed, he was wearing nothing but his grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips, the shadow of his hip bone peaking out, making you want to fall to your knees and places feathery kisses along the line of musculature.

His weight shifted from foot to foot, twisting around to face the kitchen island, where two plates with fresh fruit adorning the white porcelain sat. His brown eyes widened, eyebrows raising up his forehead, as he finally became aware of your presence. Your fingers still spinning the rose that had been so kindly placed next to you, he watched your movements as his eyes returned to normal, gaze softening as it went from your hands to your sleepy eyes. 

You wanna know what happens once you kill yourself? Your mother comes home from work and finds her baby dead and she screams and runs over to you and tries to get you to wake up but you won’t and she keeps screaming and shaking you and her tears are dripping onto your face and your dad hears all the screaming and runs into the room and he can’t even speak because the child that he loved and the child that he watched grow up is gone forever and finally your little sister runs into the room to see what all the fuss is about and she sees you dead. The person she looked up to and loved. The person she bragged about to  her friends, the person she wanted to be just like when she grew up, the person that made her feel safe. But she’s never really going to get to grow up and smile and laugh and love because she’ll always be consumed with this feeling of missing you. And now there’s something missing from your family and they can barely look at each other anymore because everything reminds them of you but you’re gone and hurts more than anything. and you think that your mom never cared because she was always busy and yelling at you to finish your homework and clean your room and forgot to say I love you sometimes but really, she loved you more than anything and she doesn’t leave the house anymore, she can’t even get out of bed and she’s getting thinner and thinner because it’s too hard to eat. Your father had to quit his job and he doesn’t sleep anymore, every time he closes his eyes he sees his baby dead, and the image never goes away no matter how much alcohol he drinks. And at school your best friend sees that your seat is empty and she gets this sick feeling in her stomach and that’s when she hears the announcement. You killed yourself. And suddenly she’s screaming and crying in the middle of class and no one even bothers comforting because they’re all  busy sitting there staring at your empty seat with tears dripping down their cheeks and all she wants is for you to hug her and tell her it’s gonna be okay like you always did, but this time, you’re not there to do it, everything is dark now that you’re gone and her grades are slipping, she barely goes to school anymore and she ended up in hospital after taking too many pills because she wanted to see you again. the girls who used to make fun of the way you dressed feel their throats get tight, they don’t talk to each other anymore, they don’t talk to anyone, they’re all in therapy trying so hard not to blame themselves but nothing works. and your teacher who always gave you a hard time stares blankly at the wall, she quits her job a few days later. And then your boyfriend hears the news and he can’t breathe, he still calls you a lot just to hear your voice and he talks to you on facebook but you never message him back, he can’t fall in love again because every girl he meets reminds him of you, he’s never going to get over you, he loved you and he cries himself to sleep every night, hating himself and slicing his skin because he couldn’t save you and he’s never going to hold you in his arms or hear you laugh again. Now everyone who knew you, whether they were a big part of your life or someone you passed in the hallway a few times a week, they carry this aching feeling around inside them because you’re gone, and they miss you, and they don’t know why you left but it must’ve been their fault and they should’ve stopped you and they should’ve told you they loved you more and that feeling is never going to go away. And so you killed yourself

w/c: 4.6k

warnings: swearing, tom being a lil drama queen, and harrison is a div

summary: you always go all out for tom’s birthday, but you’ve forgotten it this year… or have you?

a/n: oh my god i can’t believe tom is 25 today like a whole 25 years of him on this planet !!!!! wow? i wrote this as kinda my gift but it’s really for y’all so i hope you enjoy hehe <3 happy international tom day :D

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a grin sets on tom’s face before he even opens his eyes. he’s waited an entire year for this day to come, and here it finally is.

there are a couple of reasons why his birthday has always been a favorite. the biggest is that everyone nearest and dearest to his heart gathers to celebrate it — family, friends, and his wonderful girlfriend. tom loves nothing more than to be surrounded by his people, laughing until he can hardly breathe. he truly looks forward to those special moments.

less sentimentally, tom is also very fond of a good cake. sam usually bakes one for him. it’s convenient his little brother is good in the kitchen because it saves him from going gift shopping. tom can’t wait to see what’s on the menu this time.

he’s eager to get today started, and he has his best girl to do so with. you make all the festivities miles more fun, which tom didn’t know was possible until you lit up his life. you’re probably more excited than him for his twenty fifth year around the sun.

tom is beaming as he rolls over to pull you in closer. birthday cuddles will be his first present, he decides. much to tom’s dismay, you’re not actually there. your side of the bed is empty. that’s… odd.

summary: you agreed to investigate the deadpool with your boyfriend, but things do not go as planned

word count: 0.5k

warnings: none

a/n: this is a very short fluff that i felt like writing a while ago and decided to post it for @sueistired (hope you’re feeling better!!)

“These marks are odd, don’t you think?” Stiles is now babbling words, pacing around his room while occasionally writing something or pasting his red strings onto his infamous crime board.

Despite being extremely tired after visiting the sheriff’s station and fully acknowledging the presence of a deadpool, somehow you still managed to agree when Stiles invited you to work on the case with him.

Maybe it’s the puppy eyes he was giving you earlier, or the puffy pout.

You have always loved watching him solve the case. The enthusiasm and passion in his voice when he’s rambling never-ending theory or the way his eyes lit up when he successfully deciphered the mysteries, you have always found overwhelming joy just from spectating those little details.

However, today was an exception. Your head started throbbing painfully 15 minutes into the investigation. At first, you thought hearing his speculations about the possible suspects would eventually make you disregard the migraine you are currently having. But oddly today, it made it worse.

So in order not to disturb your boyfriend’s ongoing research, you quietly lay back on his bed and rest your eyes, hopefully ceasing your headache.

“I think these hexagonal shapes are imprints on the knife casings. So possibly the knife is hidden inside something- no, it’s built inside something since they do not take it out before stabbing. What do you think?” Stiles’ head shoots back, expecting to receive a carefully analyzed opinion from you. Instead, he is met with your sleeping figure. Watching you resting peacefully on his navy duvet, his lips curl up.

Immediately, he halts whatever investigation he was in the middle of and heads towards his bed, climbing up gently, not wanting to wake you up. Pulling away a few strands of hair covering your face, he admires every small detail like how your soft skin glows under the moonlight or the way you purr softly every time you exhale.

Wanting to make sure you don’t freeze to death, he steadily pulls his previously neatly folded blanket over your small frame, which causes you to stir up, indicating that you are no longer in your deep slumber.

“Shh, it’s okay, baby. Just go back to sleep.” Stiles brings his hand up to caress your hair and you smile in return, enjoying it.

With half-lidded eyes, you glance up at him. “I’m sorry for stopping you.” You pout a little, which earns a soft chuckle from him. “No, it’s okay. How are you feeling?”

“Honestly, a little lightheaded.” He furrows his brows, looking concerned. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Didn’t wanna disturb you.” You slurred quickly which is followed by a stifled yawn.

“Okay then scoot over.” He shifts on the bed, tugging on the duvet in an attempt to cover both of your bodies with it. Trying to make it easier for him, you also reposition yourself.

After both of you are tucked under his duvet, his arm wraps around your shoulder and pulls you towards him. You rest your head comfortably on his shoulder and place your palms on his chest.

There’s a glimmer in his whiskey eyes as he look down at you like you are his precious treasure—which you are. “I’ll cuddle you so hard until the headache’s gone.” He then inches closer to your face, placing a soft kiss onto your forehead.

“I love you, Stiles.” You grin widely like a fool, snuggling closer unto his warm body.

𝗙𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗺: 𝗧𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗪𝗼𝗹𝗳

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝗦𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗦𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗸𝗶 𝘅 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀: 𝟭𝟮𝟴𝟵

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗡𝗼𝗻𝗲

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗥𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗴𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗽𝘀. 𝗟𝗲𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂’𝗱 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗮𝗱𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗮𝗴 𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁! 𝗙𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝗠𝘆 𝗜𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗺. 𝗠𝘆 𝗧𝘄𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿. 𝗠𝘆 𝗠𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁. 𝗜 𝗹𝘂𝘃 𝘂 𝗮𝗹𝗹, 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝘂 𝗮𝗹𝗹. 𝗘𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆!

You stirred awake to the sound of your phone going off. You untucked your arm from the warmth of your comforter and reached over to grab your phone which was still going off. You squinted your eyes at the bright light and saw Stiles’ name. You tiredly answered the phone, “Y/N!” You groaned at the volume, “Stiles it is twelve in the morning what do you want?” You asked. “Y/N, we think Derek Hale is the alpha!” You rolled your eyes. “Okay. Can I go back to sleep now?” “Y/N, get your ass out of bed and let’s go, we’re waiting outside.” You shuffled out of your bed to peer out your window, and sure enough, Stiles blue jeep was parked out front. “I’m going to kill you.” You threatened, annoyed. “Hurry up!” Stiles yelled through the phone before hanging up.

You begrudgingly got ready, not changing out of your pj shorts and t-shirt, opting to just slip on a hoodie. You put on your shoes, grabbed your phone and wallet and you were out the door and with an angry frown on your face, meeting with Stiles’ and Scott’s grins as you hopped in the backseat of the jeep. “Hey babe.” Stiles smiled, turning around in the driver’s seat to look at you. You just rolled your eyes. “Where are we going?” You asked, settling in the back seat. Stiles started to pull out of your driveway and drive down the dimly lit street, only few street lamps on. “We’re going to the Hale house.” He said. “What?” Scott turned to look at you, “We’re just going to investigate a little bit.” You raised your eyebrows, “So what? We’re gonna snoop around in his house, because I’m pretty sure that’s breaking and entering. And wouldn’t he be home?” You replied. Scott turned back around. “We’re not going inside, we’re just going to investigate around the house.” “Snoop. Snoop around the house?” You shot back. He sighed, “Yes.”

“What’s wrong with snooping?” Stiles popped in. “It’s rude.” You said, crossing your arms. Just then you pulled up to the clearing of the woods, which revealed the Hale house, which was deteriorating by the minute. It was dark, gloomy, and quite frankly, scary. It looked like something straight out of a cliche horror film. You all hopped out of the jeep with caution, being sure to shut the doors as quietly as possible. You walked up to Stiles, linking an arm with his as you three cautiously stepped closer to the house. A house your parents would tell you to never go near as children. And the house you guys egged on halloween when your parents told you not to.

“So what are we looking for?” You asked as you and Stiles began to walk around. Scott splitting up slightly, but still within your hearing range. “I don’t know, anything out of the ordinary.” Scott replied. You were about to say something when Stiles stopped walking, causing you to so the same. “Like this?” He said, which made Scott come over to where we were standing. You three looked down to see dirt. But it seemed to be dug up and then placed right back, as if someone dug a hole and then filled it back up. Like they were burying something. “Yeah, yeah like this.” Scott said, kneeling down and beginning to dig. Stiles pulled away from you to help, but after a minute or two, gave up and made Scott do the rest on his own.

You and Stiles stood there watching as Scott dug, but then he found something. You and Stiles heard Scott dig upon what sounded like plastic or something. “What is that?” Stiles asked. “A tarp.” Scott replied lifting it up, revealing something that you guys weren’t prepared to see. You gasped, as you guys looks down to see a dead wolf, ripped in half. Stiles wrapped an arm around your shoulder and pulled you close. “What the hell?” Scott said. “Oh my god that’s disgusting.” Stiles added. You looked back down at it, gasping yet again, seeing something even more gruesome than before. It had turned into the upper half of a girl. You quickly turned to Stiles, tucking your face into his chest as he wrapped his arms around you protectively. “That’s the other half of that body.” Stiles said. “Yeah, this is the half I saw the night I was bit.” Scott said, burying her back up, kicking the dirt back into the hole.

Scott frantically kicked the dirt back in the hole. “We need to go, like now.” Stiles said, pulling you along with him towards the jeep. Scott followed. You three quickly got into the jeep and got the hell out of there. “Why would Derek bury that girl?” Scott pondered. “Maybe she was a werewolf, ‘cause she like, transformed or whatever.” Stiles said. Scott nodded in agreement. “Okay but still, why did Derek feel the need to bury her by his house, where’s the connection?” You asked. “Hold on, if she’s a werewolf, and he’s a werewolf, what if they like...knew each other or something.” Stiles said. “Or they’re related.” Scott said, looking over at Stiles with wide eyes. You three knew right then that you had stumbled upon way more than you had previously intended. This was something you weren’t supposed to see, and something no one was supposed to know about. “What if he killed her?” Stiles asked, already thinking of every possible scenario in his head. “I think we should just drop it for tonight.” You replied, tired and not wanting Stiles to get riled up. The boys reluctantly agreed and you three sat in comfortable silence as Stiles drove Scott home.

Once at the McCall house, Stiles and Scott said their goodbyes and you got out of the jeep to take Scott’s previous place in the passenger seat. After Stiles pulled out of the driveway and began driving down the dark street, you reached over to grab his right hand and intertwine your nimble fingers with his. His hand was warm. He didn’t say anything, only glancing at you as you took his hand. You rested yours and his hand on the console that separated you two. You leaned your head on the window and closed your eyes, just barely falling asleep.

It wasn’t before long that Stiles pulled into your driveway and pulled his hand from yours, getting out of the jeep and over to the passenger side door, carefully opening it to wake you. “Hey, come on let’s get you to bed.” He said softly. He unbuckled you and you turned to look at him, bringing your arms around his shoulders, his arms wrapping around your torsos and lifting you out of the jeep. He walked you inside and into your room, keeping an arm around you as you leaned on him.

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Pairing: Dylan O’Brien/Reader

Word Count: 6,331

Warnings: Mentions of Sex but like… it’s just the word and Dylan saying he wants it? Otherwise this is pure fluff of Dylan and cute animals.

Notes: Puppies. And Kitties. And @thelittlestkitsune​ is a doll and proofread for me even though I told her she didn’t have to. I know its unusual to see pure fluff from me, but that’s what this puppy interview did to me. PS. THIS JUST TOOK ME LIKE… 4 HOURS TO POST BECAUSE FUCK TUMBLR. UGH. It hates me. 

Author: @starryeyedsweetheart​

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski & Reader

Word Count: 3578

Notes: first story in a while, first stiles fic ever, first writing piece ive been proud about in a while so enjoy ;)

“I don’t know what you see you in him,” Lydia says from her perched position on the locker beside mine. She shakes her head and makes a disapproving sound before muttering something along the lines of how sketchy Stiles Stilinski is. “Have you ever seen that kid without Scott McCall? It’s like he only exists because his best friend is his life source.”

“I think I saw Stiles in the woods once without him,” I reply while attempting to take out a textbook form the bottom of the pile that is my mess of a locker. Struggling a bit, I look up to my friend Lydia, who could only peer at Stiles from above her magazine, almost like she didn’t want him to think he’s worthy enough to be looked at by her.

“Of course you saw him,” she mutters to herself. “You were probably looking for him.”

I pull the book from the bottom a binder and a couple notebooks tumbling out along with it. The loud sound causes some people to turn and stare, but I could only gawk at Lydia. “I went for a run. I was not looking for him.”

“You’re always looking for him.”

“I am not!”

“I just want you to admit you like him.”

“I don’t,” I tell her for what feels like the thousandth time this week. Lydia would always taunt me over this crush I had for the most spastic boy in school, but I would always deny it. I mean, whatever feelings I have for this kid cannot be…real.

Requested?: Yes

Request: Can you do a Sebastian request when reader and Anthony are costars for a movie together and they talk about Sebastian’s couch and how it was a bit awkward to be love interests since reader is dating Sebastian

**Warnings**: mentions of pregnancy, one night stand, some cursing, teasing, mentions of COVID-19,

Words: 2.3K (I kind of got carried away! I’m sorry!)

Reminder: My inbox is still open! I am still taking requests! I do everyone in the Marvel Cast, as well as the characters they play. (Feel free to ask about characters in other movies. Example: Sebastian Stan as Officer Lee from The Devil All the Time or Tom Holland as Arvin from The Devil All The Time.)

Writing starts below the cut! Hopefully the person who requested enjoys this and I hope that everyone else enjoys it as well! Y/FN means your first name and Y/LN means your last name. (In case anyone is confused!) And because I love Sebastian and Anthony’s friendship, there will be a dump of gifs at the end. (All gifs I found on the internet!)

Spider-Man: Homecoming/FFH

Pairing; Peter Parker x Female!Reader

Summary; You and your boyfriend play Animal Crossing wherever you are.

Word Count; 372

Warnings; none

Authors Note; a week ago I reset my island to start fresh again and I haven’t stopped playing since! So I thought a cute and short fic about Animal Crossing could be a good start to test the waters in writing for Peter for the first time! (Peter is 18+ in this) Hope you enjoy <3

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A/N: Hope you enjoy.

Summary: Tom had a special evening planned and the waiter tries to ruin his mood.

Warnings: Bit of swearing.

W/C: 2.1K

Tom was incredibly annoyed as he watched the waiter flirt with you. He’d just come back from filming and he had a special evening planned with you but this guy was ruining that plan and his mood. You hadn’t noticed or if you had you hadn’t said anything. He watched as the waiter placed your drink in front of you and flirt very obviously (in Tom’s opinion) with you and he didn’t even spare Tom a glance. He huffed as the waiter walked away.

first of all, i can’t make my first post in english without thanking those who helped and encouraged me to make this decision. thank you for everything @waitimcomingtoo, @harryhoney-bee and @parkers-gal 🧡

summary: you and peter share spoons and sweatshirts and are “secretly” in love with each other.

pairing: peter parker x stark!reader

warning: hi! english (obviously) is not my first language, so I ask for patience, im still learning <3

“Good morning.” You said with a enviable morning good humor as soon as you arrived at the complex’s kitchen, receiving distracted nods and murmurs from Bucky, Sam, and Natasha. Peter, on the other hand, received your greeting with equal enthusiasm.

“Good morning, Y/N.” He replied anxiously, straightening the posture and removing his feet from the chair beside. “Do you want to sit here?” He asked quick and shyly, pretending not to notice Bucky and Sam narrowing their eyes across the table. “I-I mean, it’s empty, but you don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

You nodded, accepting the offer before sitting down next to the boy you used to call best friend, frowning as you noticed that your yogurt with granola was already prepared next to a spoon and a glass of milk.

“Did you do that?”

Peter agreed, feeling a warmth rise from his neck to his cheeks.

“Yes, I figured you would be tired after last night.”

Bucky Barnes x reader

Masterlists: Bucky ⊙ Main ⊙ 🎉

Summary: Bucky wakes up and sees you’re wearing his shirt

Word Count: 360

Warnings: none

A/N: this is shorter than what I wanted :/

(I stopped using gifs but I don’t like how bland my posts look so gifs are back)

You came home to a dark and quiet house, which meant Bucky probably fell asleep. It was a lot later than when you usually come home. You slowly crept into your shared bedroom and saw him fast asleep with his arms wrapped around the pillow. You smiled at the sight of him sleeping peacefully for once.

You got undressed and looked for some clothes to wear to bed but didn’t find any. So you went and moved some clothes around in Bucky’s dresser and pulled out one of his t-shirts. You quickly pulled the shirt over your head and slid into bed. Bucky felt your presence and smiled.

You looked over at him and his eyes were wide open staring at you. “Oh, dang it, sorry I woke up you, honey.”

Bucky sits up, rubbing his eyes trying to wake up. “It’s okay, doll, I’m glad you woke me up, I’m sorry I fell asleep.” You scooted closer to him and cupped his stubbled face, “No, no, It’s late, I didn’t expect you to be awake.”

Bucky turned on his lamp on his bedside table and you looked into his eyes. You noticed something off about them, “Bucky, are you okay?” He nods and his eyes travel down to your shirt.

“This is a really nice shirt.” He says, running the fabric through his fingers.

“I know, it’s one of my favorites to wear.” You respond, going along with him being clueless that the shirt is his.

“I’ve seen this shirt before.” He says, still holding the bottom of the shirt in his hand. “Wait. Doll, is this my shirt?” You burst out laughing as Bucky just stares at you.

“I guess I know how to pick out a nice shirt.” You nod, going to pull the shirt over your head, but he stopped you.

“What are you doing?”

Confused, you respond, “Giving you your shirt back.”

“Oh no, you don’t have to do that, the shirt looks better on you anyway.” He says before placing a gentle kiss on your lips. “In fact, I want you to wear my shirts all the time.”

“Well, I can make that happen.”

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