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Retrograde — Tom Holland AU *ON AN INDEFINITE HIATUS*

PAIRING: Frat!Tom x Fem!Reader WARNINGS: underage drinking, language, implied smut, depictions of social anxiety, panic attacks, insecurities, & depression

He’s an egotistical frat boy with a not-so-sparkling reputation. You’re a socially anxious girl with your head in the books. What happens when a rambunctious party, a full-on panic attack, and a vomit-filled trash bin bring two completely different twenty-somethings to cross paths?

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(1) here ∥ (2) porcelain ∥

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“SO, do you think that Noah feels something for the MC?”

i feel like fusebox is trying to pull another jake situation where we’ll get to couple up w noah a few days before the finale. but idk?

Yeah, I’m sure that’s what they’re getting at too.

Unfortunately they’ve missed the mark this season I think. Jake worked as a slow-burn LI because:

He didn’t have somebody he was attached to. Noah saying shit like “I’ll always keep trying as long as you want me to” to Hope doesn’t exactly inspire faith. It jut kind of hurts and makes us look like idiots. 

He didn’t have somebody who was attached to him. The thing I hate about Noah’s route the most is that it forces you to be snakey about it. You kiss him without talking to Hope first/while yo’re coupled up with someone else. There’s no way to just be straight up with Hope and say “look, I have feels for him” and compete fair and square. You can’t go after him and still have a moral character. 

There wasn’t a better option in the villa (apart from Tahlia). MC had good cause to dump Levi/Mason after everything and be with Jake without feeling guilty, but we don’t have that luxury this season. Especially with Bobby and the Casa boys, we have absolutely no good reason to dump them for Noah (and the game basically forces you into a relationship with somebody else where you have to hurt their feelings.

Jake never really had the chance to couple up with us. There was always someone else we were interested in or he couldn't pick us first. With Noah, before now, it was always Hope picking him, or us being picked by someone else first. Even the Blake thing I can justify in my head. But there’s really no excuse for Day 22. He knew how we felt, he picked first, and he picked her. And while I understand his reasons, it’s very hard to justify pursuing him after that. We can only swallow our pride so much.

No matter how I think about it, the only truly satisfying way they can tie up Noah’s route now is if it comes out that Hope’s been playing him all along, and so he’s free to pick who he wishes without guilt. And honestly i can’t say I’d actually like that, because despite everything I’d rather them not turn her into a straight up villain. 

I think this is more realistic than the Jake situation, definitely (i mean how many times have you said you’re done with someone and then immediately forgiven them in the next sentence for no good reason), but it’s much harder to play. 

pairing: noah x my female!oc

summary: the time spent in the villa is rapidly dwindling and continuously watching the man collins is inevitably falling for with another woman has finally caused the cracks in her heart to give way and crumble and there is absolutely nothing she can do to stop it.

warnings: angst?, a lil fluff, some steamy kisses (whoops)

wc: 2.8k+

a/n: just a warning that i kinda suck at writing angst and arguments so i’m genuinely sorry if this is terrible. this was my first time writing noah, obviously, and i really tried to do his character justice so i’m sorry if you think he’s out of character at times. he’s a tough one to write, honestly, but i had a ton of fun! i hope you guys like it as much as i liked writing it. 

(side note: the title is a song by andrew james bc i love it so much lol. it’s not necessarily based off the lyrics; i just liked the title.)

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Never before had Collins experienced such a gut-wrenching ache in her chest until she was forced into watching the man of her dreams cradle and hum sweet-nothings to another woman. It was etched into the insides of her eyelids and each time she squeezed her baby blues shut she could vividly picture the most minuscule of details from earlier that day; she remembered the paths his fingertips traced along the length of her friend’s spine, the way his massive hands cupped her jaw with the tenderest of care, how his honey colored irises melted into a softer caramel color as he looked down at her clinging to his strong body. 

A thrumming throb pulsated through the beating organ in her chest and the ginger-haired girl instinctively clutched her half-empty glass of sangria tighter. Shaky fingers danced over the area above her heart, rubbing gently with a tiny whimper as if a simple touch would rid herself of the pain she felt. Hot pools of tears gathered in the lower rims of her eyes and a stuttered breath was all it took for them to plummet down her makeup-covered cheeks, leaving messy trails in their wake and destroying the cosmetics she had worked hard to apply. 

Tucking her knees even tighter to her chest in the hopes of shielding her wet face, Collins sunk further into the plush daybed and tried not to think about how utterly alone she truly felt. It was an impossible feat for the extremely sensitive girl and once the thought wriggled its way into the forefront of her mind it brought with it a fresh wave of tears to coat her face and lips in salt. As furiously as she attempted to fight her emotions, they had finally won and she allowed her head to bow forward until her forehead pressed against her bare knees and her small frame shook with the force of her cries.

summary: rain is steadily falling outside whilst you and carlisle are in his office; he is working on hospital paperwork and you are reading a book, but both of you get distracted by one another.

warnings: sex innuendos, a little steaming of the windows if ya catch my drift ;) & fluff fluff fluff obvi

word count: 1,027 (super short im so sorry)

a/n: i swear i didn’t mean for this to get as steamy as it does but carlisle is a total daddy and i couldn’t help myself. btw the ending is a little iffy but i wasn’t really sure how to end it so oh well

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Carlisle’s office was your favorite place to reside. It was the only room in the home to have a window seat and it was the perfect, most serene spot to sit with a book in hand. Your fondness of the window seat heightened on days when it rained and you found yourself perched in your spot on one of those many days in Forks, Washington. 

A steady rain fell at just the right intensity, creating a soothing sound as it collided with the glass; it was tempting to let the melody lull you to a dreamless sleep, but you were too determined to finish the book in your lap. You leaned your head against the cold glass window, the cool temperature bringing with it a sense of pleasure and bid adieu to the fatigue. Your fingers fiddled with the pages and corners of the novel, a habit you had always found yourself doing whilst you read. Just as your eyes skimmed the last few words inked into the yellowing page, you grew distracted by something - or someone - in your peripheral vision.

Lifting your head a bit from the chilled glass, you glanced over to find a pair of ocher-colored eyes already settled on you. A pleasurable shiver went down your spine and red painted your cheeks, much to Carlisle’s delight. At the sight of his adoring smile, one of your own lifted the corners of your mouth a tiny bit - one of the shy grins that Carlisle found endearing. 

“What?” You inquired lightly, a small and shy smile worn on your lips. 

“I’m admiring the beautiful view.” His gaze remained steady on your flushed face; he couldn’t look away from you if he tried. 

Sucking in your cheeks to hold a smile back, you shifted closer to the window and pressed the blazing skin of your forehead against the cold glass once more. Carlisle’s figure fell into your peripherals and your gaze shifted back to the open book that rested on your thighs; you tried with all of your strength to ignore the musical laughter emitting from your left and focus on the story in front of you. The words inked onto the pages flew over your head when you attempted to read them and as you squirmed under Carlisle’s scorching gaze, he sat behind his desk with his hands clasped over his large grin in delight at his effect on you. 

Self-control had always been the one thing that Carlisle prided himself on; however, restraining his desires when it came down to you were much, much more strenuous. Not only did the blood that reddened your cheeks smell delectable, but your subtle fragrance of a warm vanilla drove the urge even deeper. His body felt as if it were pulled to yours, tethered together by an invisible string, so with impeccable grace and the agility of a cat he was up and on his feet and across the room within the blink of an eye. 

Hooking a finger onto the spine of the book crammed in your face, Carlisle gently tugged it from your grasp and dog-eared your page. Your little whine in protest as he tossed the book aside brought a smile to his face, but when his attention finally settled on you curled against the window it became a full-fledged grin. Your head was tipped all the way up to catch his eye and his hands instinctively came to rest just below your jaw, long fingers curling around the back of your neck and into your hair; you found yourself holding your breath as he lowered his lips to yours, your top lip slotting perfectly between the two of his — like two puzzle pieces coming together to complete a beautiful picture. 

In one fluid motion, Carlisle picked you up from where you sat on the window seat and your legs encircled his slender body whilst he continued to kiss you. Your fingers slid around his neck and buried themselves into his neat hair, tugging lightly to elicit a deep, husky groan into your mouth — just like you wanted. The cheek-splitting grin that slowly stretched across your face, pleased at your blatant effect on the man you were wrapped around, caused the kiss to break with a quiet little ‘pop’. 

Carlisle’s head was tilted back just slightly as you were a bit higher up than him as he held you and the look of utter adoration he was sending you was very clear. Your feet finally hit the cold hardwood floor and he promptly pulled you flush to him by your waist, that soft smile reserved just for you worn proudly on his pink lips. “Little minx,” He muttered, the timbre of his voice rough and raspy. 

You decided to be a bit mischievous and tug his blonde locks again; a low growl vibrated Carlisle’s chest against yours and when he dipped lower to brush his lips against the shell of your ear and said, “Careful, little one,” you felt a shiver ripple down your spine. 

Biting back a smile, you innocently pecked his lips once and pulled back enough to breathe normally. The entire exchange had ignited a heat inside you and even though you were only dressed in a little sundress you were still really, really hot. 

“Aren’t you supposed to be working?” You inquired innocently and fiddled with the buttons on his nice dress shirt. 

A euphonic chuckle rumbled through him and he tightened his arms around your frame, arching your back until he nearly held you up all on his own. With his nose brushing yours and a tender grin, he hummed, “I needed some of my angel’s kisses to keep me going first.”

“You’re literally a vampire, sweet,” You jokingly remind him with a laugh, though inside your tummy was completely rampant with butterflies.

“I’ll always need your kisses — no matter what, angel.”

“Well I’m really, really glad,” You whispered against his mouth.

And Carlisle wasted no time in descending his lips onto yours again. 

— hanging onto his every word because you adored his subtle, but sometimes thick, southern drawl. — him enunciating his words to make it sound thicker   — you are insanely infatuated with him — he loves every second of it, wearing a small smirk all the while — his nose buried in your hair; he loves breathing in your scent — his head on your chest; the sound of your heart beating comforts him like none other — your fingers raking through his long locks — listening to him open up about his past as a soldier — feeling your heart ache at the pain behind his topaz eyes — you being a bit uneducated about history (and rather uninterested) — he begins to call you ‘little girl’ at your lack of knowledge & experience in life — the pet name sticks much to your dismay — “i am not a little girl, jasper!” — “march 5th, 1770. what historical event was that, my love?” — “jasper, you’re a dick.” — “such a dirty mouth for such a little girl.” — nearly puking your guts out when the time came to meet his family — him having to calm you down with his power a lot — dancing around his bedroom to very old records he owns — he teaches you to dance since he’s an excellent dancer — you’re incredibly clumsy, especially around jasper — he thinks it’s highly amusing & only embarrasses you more when he gracefully catches you or swiftly retrieves something you dropped — him catching you off guard a lot — he likes to dip you nearly to the floor & kiss you unexpectedly — it never gets old & it makes you feel cherished each time he does it — catching alice gazing at the two of you, smiling as she sees visions of the future — when he proposes, alice sees the vision & spoils it as she’s horrible at keeping secrets — cheesy, lame vampire jokes — “i heard being a vampire really sucks.”  — “you’re horrible at jokes, little girl.” — but he actually is quite fond of them since they make you laugh — teasing him about sparkling in the sun — “shine bright like a diamond, jas!” — those remarks often end up with you trying to outrun him, but obviously failing — him watching you sleep; he loves seeing you look so peaceful — he calls you darlin’ 24/7 — you love it because his accent grows thicker — he’s a huge sap — him handling you with impeccable care, as if you’re made of glass

i was tagged my the lovely @charlieweesley to post my lock screen, home screen, last selfie i took (it’s the last photo of me on my phone do mirror selfies count lol) and the last song i listened to, thank you sm for tagging me jess ur a blessing to this world