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erule · 3 years

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The frat party | t.h.

Title: The frat party

Pairing: Frat boy!Tom Holland x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1823

Warnings: frat boy Tom, angst, nakedness (nothing sexual though, no smut in this chapter), mention of sex, implied smut, cliffhanger at the end, jealous Tom, language, OC Oliver, violence (one punch), blood, plot twists.

Summary: Tom and the reader met at a frat party, but a year later they broke up because of some reason. Now, rumor has it that the reader is dating one of Tom’s friends and he gets jealous.

A/N: Hello hello, I’m back! Have you seen Tom’s recent pics in Monaco?? He looked amazing! Anyway, I don’t know why, but I just had to write a fic with frat boy!Tom, so enjoy!

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Chapter 1

Break up with my ex girlfriend

Frat parties. Am I right? Worst part of college life. A lot of people drink to forget about their grades and how their lives went wrong, while someone’s just hoping to have some fun with them (if you know what I mean). For the first year, I hated them with passion, but it was before I met him. At a frat party. Oh, the irony! And then, frat parties were the only chance I had to actually talk to him. It didn’t take us long enough to start dating. I think that adults tell you fairy tales to make you grow up with a hope, the hope to find your real happy ending, your true love. Well, I wasn’t used to believe in them, but the year I spent with Tom… that was close to the definition of happy ending. The problem with happy endings? They don’t tell you what happens after them. And that’s because they’re a nightmare.

“Tell me that now or you’re not gonna find me in this bed tomorrow”, he says and there’s a part of me that wants to die right here and right now. I shake my head. I don’t want to do that. Not because I don’t feel anything for him, but I’m scared that this will complicate things between us and it’s the last thing I want. “Are you serious, Y/N? You really think that saying something like that during sex doesn’t count? Calling someone on the phone means something, even if you’re drunk as Hell. So tell me what you really feel about me right now or I swear, I’m out of this room. I’m out of this kind of weird relationship that’s going on between us for years,” Tom says and the veins on his arms draw a beautiful map on his body, in which the moles are cities and his eyes are volcanoes. They’re burning, unlike my skin, that is freezing because I’m not wearing anything at the moment. Except for my shame, perhaps. My insecurities, that never leave me. Even in front of Tom.

“You don’t mean that,” I try to say, my mouth dry. But he’s insanely angry. In another situation, it would be hot.

“I do, Y/N,” he replies. I swallow. His expression softens, like he’s in pain. He comes closer to me, brushing my cheeks with his hands. My eyes are full of tears. His words feel like a prayer on my skin. “Please, tell me”.

And even if I don’t wanna do that, my hands are tied. Even if that’s a lie. I remain in silence. One second after that, he’s gone. Tom always keeps his promises, after all.

2 months before

Harrison sat down with a strange look on his face. It only meant one thing for Tom: trouble. He sighed, throwing away the third cigarette of the day. Jacob raised an eyebrow, trying to get rid of the stench of smoke with one hand.

“I thought you wanted to quit smoking,” Jacob said.

“Relax, I only smoke before finals now,” Tom said. “What’s up, mate? Come on, talk”.

Harrison raised a corner of his lips in a smirk.

“Rumor has it, that Oliver’s got a girlfriend,” he said.

“No way!” Jacob exclaimed.

“Oh, fuck me,” Tom said, laying on the grass with his hands behind his neck, glancing at a couple of girls who were passing by.

“I haven’t said the best part yet, though,” Harrison continued. Jacob urged him to speak further. “He’s gonna throw a party for his birthday and he’ll introduce her to his friends. But since we’re his friends, I was wondering why I haven’t told us anything about this gal in weeks. So I played Sherlock Holmes for a couple of hours and I found out that… we actually know this girl,” he said.

“I bet she’s someone of the campus,” Tom joked, as if it was obvious.

“I bet she’s someone’s ex girlfriend,” Jacob replied.

Harrison remained quiet, but he was smiling.

“You gotta be kidding me,” Tom said, astonished, while sitting on the grass again.

“I won!” Jacob yelled.

“Who’s she? I hooked up with…”

“Ex girlfriend, Tom. It’s not some random girl you hooked up with. She’s someone you remember very well,” Harrison said.

“So we’re talking about me, uh? Well, let’s see… is it Janine? We lasted two weeks, I wouldn’t be mad about her,” he shrugged. Harrison swallowed.

“It’s someone you would be mad about,” Jacob guessed. “And there’s just one person that you would be mad about”.

Tom’s eyes widened at the realization.

“He’s fucking dead”.

Two days after that conversation, here they were: the three of them were laying with their backs on the wall like they were sustaining it from falling down. Tom had threatened Oliver with a Dare to explain, mate?, but his answer was just an I’m sorry Tom, but she’s just your ex. I don’t have to ask for your permission. Or does this mean that you’re still not over her? So, since Tom values too much his pride, he said that he was over her and that Oliver was right, he didn’t have to ask for his permission. Oliver apologized for not telling him that before and then walked away, leaving Tom to smoke the whole pack of cigarettes. Tom was watching Oliver talking with Elizabeth, one of your friends, when he saw you and Zendaya arrive at the party. In his opinion, you were stunning. You immediately caught his gaze. You just never failed to amaze him, even after a year. His heart ached at the view, but it ached even more when you greeted Oliver. You gave him a kiss on his cheek, clenching your hand in a fist. It seemed like you were uncomfortable. So, he came up with a plan to save you.

“Wait for me here,” he said to his friends, then he walked fast to reach you. “Hey mate, happy birthday!” Tom said to Oliver, who hugged him.

“Thanks, Tom. I think that you already know Y/N, Lizzie and Z,” he said and you smiled along with your friends, even if you looked more surprised than happy.

“Of course, I do,” Tom said, looking directly at you. You looked down. “Could I please talk to Y/N? We haven’t been in touch for quite some time and I’d like to catch up with her,” he asked.

“Sure!” Oliver said, while Zendaya seemed looking at you with a concerned expression. You winked at her.

Tom made you move away from Oliver by brushing your back, walking to the next exit. He lowered his voice in order to talk with you only, speaking to your hear: “You look ravishing, darling”.

He noticed that you closed your eyes for a very long second, but you didn’t say a word about that.

“Are you here to show that you still own me or something?”

“I don’t own you, darling. You’re absolutely free to do anything you like,” he said, lighting a cigarette outside the building.

“Z said you wanted to quit smoking,” you said, furrowing your eyebrows.

“I only smoke before finals”.

“Finals were yesterday,” you replied.

“Are we here to talk about me or you? I noticed that you were uncomfortable with Oliver, but I thought that you were his girlfriend. Wouldn’t it be weird?”

You smirked.

“Oh, now I get it. You’re jealous”.

“Nah, If I’d be jealous, you would know, trust me,” Tom said, with a playful tone.

“What would you do?” You asked, curiousity eating you alive. You wanted to know so bad if he still had feelings for you.

“Don’t play with fire, darling. You’re gonna burn your pretty hands, otherwise,” he replied, running a finger over his lip. Shivers ran through your spine, but you hoped that Tom didn’t notice it.

“Don’t try to seduce me, Holland. You’re not gonna win this time,” you said, chuckling. “And for the record, we’re not dating. He’s just insistent,” you explained.

Tom looked inside and saw Oliver staring at the two of you. An idea came up into his mind and he couldn’t quite get rid of it. It was smart, but also terrifying. It was very dangerous, yet he had to try.

“We could be in a fake relationship. It could fool everyone,” he proposed.

You turned to look at him, astonished.

“Even after what happened?”

Tom’s eyes were locked with yours, but his facial muscles didn’t move at all. If he still was hurt by the reason that made you two break up, he didn’t show it to you.

“He’s coming here,” he said instead, glancing at Oliver.

“Tom, this is insane,” you kept going. “You said you couldn’t forgive me after…”

It happened all too fast. All the lights went out at the same time. Tom's lips were on yours in an instant. Everything was on fire, every inch of your body. Every cell your flash was made of exploded like a dying supernova. A moment later, someone snatched him from your hands, leaving you in the cold.

Oliver hit him. Tom laughed, nervously, but then he grabbed the collar of Oliver’s shirt and slammed him against the wall, angrily. You pounced on Tom, trying to pull him away from Oliver. At first, Tom looked at you confused, thinking that you just wanted to keep Oliver safe from him, but your eyes told him another story: you prevented him to be kicked out from the campus.

“I told you, you’d know,” he said, while wiping a trickle of blood from his mouth, pretending to be the tough guy he wasn’t.

“Guys, I think we should leave,” Jacob said, while Harrison was taking Tom away from Oliver by his arm.

“I thought we were friends, Tom,” Oliver said, an inch of hurting in his voice tone.

“That was before you came after the only thing I care about,” he said harshly. And then, he left with Harrison and Jacob.

That night, while Tom was cleaning himself of blood in the bathroom, Jacob was staring at him worried, while standing with one arm against the door jamb.

“You never told me what happened, you know, with Y/N last year. Haz doesn’t want to tell me, he thinks it’s up to you. You said that you were over her, but I don’t think you are, since what you did tonight,” he said. Tom kept wiping away the blood from his shirt, ignoring Jacob’s words. “Why have you broken up with her, Tom? It seems pretty obvious that you’re still in love with her”.

Tom gulped, while looking at himself in the mirror. He had tried to bury all of his memories deep down, but it seemed that now the demons wanted to come back and play with him once again. Maybe it had finally come the time to confront them.

When he spoke, his voice was low and hoarse: “Because she cheated on me”.

Read chapter 2 here!

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whoisbxcky · 4 years

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Turning Point

request: You are absolutely the best angst writer!!!! Would you mind writing an angsty one kinda like Gwen’s death with peter and the reader but he manages to save her?

pairing: peter parker x reader (!!reader and peter both 16 in this fic!!)

word count: 700

warnings: angst, but then, not so much angst

author’s note: Super short one for today lovelies and I do apologise for that! I’ve been super busy irl applying for a new job so writing has taken a little backseat. But, all requests WILL be done eventually I promise.

Anyway, hope you all enjoy even if it is a quick one. Bonus points to anyone who get’s the title’s reference hehe. Much love as always, and of course big thank you to anon for this little nugget. ~ Toria <3

“Y/N, hold on!”

Peter’s frantic tone reached you from the other side of the bridge you were currently dangling off, one hand desperately grasping the metal rail, the other hanging uselessly, broken at your side.

“PETER!”

You cried out for him, fear making your voice shrill. You could feel your fingers starting to give way, unable to support your body weight much longer.

How on earth had this happened?

One minute you were on the school bus, chatting away to your boyfriend, Peter Parker, when the next minute the bus was crashing to a halt and being ripped to pieces by a strange man with protruding metal limbs who called himself… Doctor Octopus…?

You cringed internally. You’d known there’d be some consequences to dating Spiderman, but you’d never imagined those consequences might include dangling over a two-hundred and sixty foot canyon while your boyfriend battled it out with a man who took his moniker inspiration from a cephalopod.

Suddenly, without warning, impact on the metal bar you were clinging to caused your fingers to give way, and you lost your hold entirely.

You tried to scream for Peter, but your voice refused to cooperate as the air rushed from your lungs, your body plummeting back down to earth at an alarming speed.

“Y/N!”

You heard Peter’s anguished cry and caught sight of his face appearing over the railing far above. He seemed so far away.

Too far, you thought numbly as wind tore past your ears, making your head spin.

You screwed your eyes shut as the impending presence of the ground below drew closer, sending a silent prayer to Peter, your parents, your friends; willing them to be okay without you.

In your final moments, you felt something grip the front of your shirt, almost like the hand of an angel reaching out to take you.

Then, blackness.

………………………………………………………………………………………..

“Y/N? Y/N!? Come on babe… Wake up… Please… Please don’t…”

Peter clutched your limp, lifeless form to his chest. Tears trickled lazily down his bloodied and bruised cheeks. The sound of his sobs echoing in the otherwise silent canyon.

His web had reached you; it was still attached to you now. Clinging onto you as tightly as Peter’s grip did, as if you might disappear entirely if it, or he, let go.

Except, you had already disappeared. His web had reached you a fraction of a second too late.

He had heard your body connect with the ground below, seen your expression change from absolute terror to empty bliss. He knew he was too late. He knew, even if his heart would not accept that truth.

“Babe… Baby… You can’t go yet… You can’t…” He whispered into your hair, rocking you back and forth, his voice raw and cracked with grief.

“I never… I never got the chance to tell you… To say that… I love you.”

His sobs caused Peter’s entire body to shake, as his grip on you intensified. He buried himself in your hair, entirely lost in his sorrow. So lost, in fact, that had it not been for his exceptional hearing capacity, he might have missed the whisper that came from beneath him, weak and fleeting as the wind.

“Love… You… Too…” You murmured softly.

Peter gave a start, pulling back so fast you felt sure he must have given himself whiplash. He stared at you incredulously for a beat, his eyes comically wide as your own fluttered open meekly.

“Y/N… You’re… You’re alive?” Peter gasped, more tears cascading over his lashes as sorrow gave way to pure joy and relief.

You nodded numbly, your gaze finding his own lazily and you smiled softly.

“I…. Ohmygod I thought I lost you!” Peter breathed out, clutching you almost agonisingly tight.

You wrapped your arms around him as best you could, squeezing him back with a muffled groan of discomfort.

“Not a chance… I’ll never leave you, Peter. Not ever.” You whispered into his chest, rubbing gentle circles into his back as your boyfriend held you close, relishing in the fact that you were finally safe and sound in his arms.

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foreverwcnter · 5 years

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begonia — flowers mini-series / peter parker

pairing — peter parker x reader

warnings — blood, probably swearing, a bit of angst i guess

summary — part 4 in which peter learns that a flower can be more memorable and passionate than the words “I love you.”

author’s note — if you’ve made it this far in the mini-series, i can’t thank you enough for supporting it. i know my writing isn’t the best, but i’m still learning and improving. if you found this fic first, i recommend going to part one and starting from there. it probably isn’t the best thing you’ve read but feedback is always appreciated. writer’s don’t get a lot of support from just simple likes. small comments with reblogs always make their days. of course, it’s your choice to add comments for support.

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Sitting in your bedroom doing a facetime call with Michelle, you carefully sprayed a few plants with the spray bottle. You still had yet to bring up what happened with Peter the afternoon before, but Michelle was asking you questions about your gardening skills and so on. It was fine though, sooner or later you’d bring it up to the girl.

“So what did you and Peter plant last night? Peter told me he was going to help you with some gardening and I’m just curious as to what you planted,” MJ explained, leaning against the table she sat at, her hand propped up by her elbows and hands.

You leaned back against the wall by your twin-sized bed. “Well, we planted some sunflowers together, the kind that grows to like ten feet or something like that. But something surprising happened too.”

“And that is?” MJ hummed softly, arching an eyebrow in interest.

“Well, Peter went on and on about how it’s tough being a hero and it brings a lot of unwanted dangers and risks to the people he cares about. This was after I told him the meaning behind sunflowers and he said he wan- he is my sunflower. He also said he’s in love with me.”

MJ just smirked. After a moment of silence, she let out a long sigh. “Finally!”

“W-What?”

“Peter’s loved you for quite some time, he claims it was love at first sight. At first, I thought it was just him being an idiot but seeing how you interacted, I knew it was real,” MJ explained, smiling at you through the screen.

“We’re going on a date tonight, we also kissed yesterday and it honestly was amazing,” you paused, raising an eyebrow curiously. “Wait- why aren’t you at school.”

“Didn’t feel like going, plus I’m going to some protest thing at lunchtime so-”

You nodded, zoning out for a second before MJ claimed she needed to go get ready. You hung up shortly after and stood up, ready to go to check on your plants in your garden.

Heading up the stairwell to the rooftop door, you ran your hands against the rusted railing, lost in thought. You entered the area you adored so much, digging through your supplies to pull on a pair of tweezers, deciding it’d be best to remove any unwanted critters from your plants, especially the edible ones you often used for cooking. As you walked over to the area, you couldn’t help but think about what Peter had planned for both of you.

Maybe he was going to swing you around New York, take you to a cafe or a florist shop. It had to be something amazing. You knew Peter would strive to make it wonderful. It was who he was. You could tell by the way he was so interested in learning about what you learned. It was another thing you loved about the boy. He was always passionate about other people’s passions.

You carefully picked up a small slug from a leaf, setting it in a small container so you could dispose of the critter safely. As you rose to your feet, a gruff voice came from behind you.

“Hello, little lady.”

Whipping around, you were faced with two buff and tall men, each holding some form of a weapon and a gun strapped to their belt. Every part of you seemed to stiffen with fear.

“I see you’re close with our friend Spider-Man,” the first one explained, taking a step closer, which ultimately caused you to back up. “We just need a little motive for the guy and we’ll be on our way.”

“Yeah, I think the motive you’re looking for is somewhere else, so I’m going to go-” you trailed off, moving quickly towards the door to get away from the men. Two loud bangs caused you to stumble back. The door now bore two holes in it, both from the gun one man was holding.

“Not so fast.”

You scrambled to the box of supply you hand, hoping to find something - anything - to defend yourself. Gripping a small hand spade tightly, you held it out in front of you, moving backward away from the men who pursued you slowly. The panic was really setting in now, shining in your eyes as you tried to getaway. One fired another shot, aiming only for your leg or any place to slow you down. It almost grazed your skin, hitting one of the rose bushes you had.

“P-please just leave me alone, I won’t tell anyone anything,” you begged, tripping over a flower bed and falling hard against the concrete. They gave no regards to your garden, walking through it and damaging the plants you worked so hard to care for. One held a long machete, cutting off stems and small branches ruthlessly.

“No can do, sweetheart. Spidey’s taken quite a liking for you no doubt and there’s no better way to catch the guy by using his love as bait,” the first man snickered, firing yet another shot, this time hitting your leg. You collapsed, crying out in pain. Your phone fell from your back pocket into a patch of pink flowers. Clutching your thigh, you felt the warm liquid stain your hands, still attempting to scoot away. It was no use. They grabbed you by your arms, yanking you up roughly.

“It hurts, doesn’t it,” the one glared, grabbing your face with his calloused hands. A whimper left your lips before they hit you across the head harshly, knocking you unconscious. They carried you away, heading to the outskirts of the city where they'd keep you, ready for Spider-Man to find you.

Only hours later, Peter had arrived on the rooftop, still in his suit. He pulled off his mask quickly, letting out a soft breath. “Hey y/n-” seeing you weren’t there, he paused, glancing around. “Y/n?”

The sight he saw was a nightmare. Your garden was destroyed. The previous sunflowers that already had been looking to the sun were all bent or cut down. Plants were trampled and broken. Petals laid across the ground ripped from the buds they rested on. This was not the doing of his new girlfriend. You were far too loving and gentle to do this to your own garden. He looked around, noticing a hand spade on the ground before seeing something he didn’t want to see.

Blood.

“Oh my god,” he breathed out. Peter pulled out his phone, dialing your number only to hear the ringtone in a flower bed right next to him. Peter leaned down quickly, picking up the phone from the small bush of begonia flowers. The screen was cracked right beside the wooden row was a stain of blood on the ground.

“No, no, no, no, no, no,” he muttered, clutching the phone tightly. Taking his own, he called Ned urgently. The boy picked up after a few moments and Peter began to rush out words. “Ned, Ned, Ned,” Peter rushed out, his chest heaving and breathing fast, showing his panic.

“Slow down, Peter!” Ned exclaimed. “What’s happening?”

“Oh god, Ned, y/n is in danger. Her garden is destroyed, I don’t know what happened! I was coming to pick her up for our date and everything is ruined. All her work and there was blood and I found her phone. N-Ned, I’m scared. I’ve got to find her- I’ve got to call the police-”

“Peter, breathe.”

The brunet boy nodded as if Ned could see him, trying his best to take deep breaths. Peter was so scared for you. Only yesterday he was talking about losing a loved one and here he was, unsure of where you were and if you were even alive.

“I’m going to call the police, get them over here and have them file a missing person report. Then I’m going to find her.”

Peter hung up and quickly called the police. He explained everything to them and it didn’t take them long to arrive. Peter had changed into normal clothes and was currently staring at your phone. The wallpaper was a selfie you and Peter took together. He bit his lip, frowning. It was adorable. You both had smiled at the camera and put flowers to your eyes. He wanted more photos like these, but part of him kept saying that might never happen because you could be dead. Looking away to stop himself from tearing up, he walked over to your father, who looked like a mess.

“Hey, Mr. L/n. Are you okay,” he asked nervously.

“I’m alright it’s just- my baby girl is out there hurt and scared and no one knows where she is. I’m worried about her,” your father explained to Peter. “She loves you, Peter. You’re a good young man and while my daughter thinks she doesn’t deserve to have another person to love, she does. She got what she needed. Thank you for being that person.”

Peter smiled sadly at this, looking down. “I probably need to head back home. My aunt will be worried once she hears the news.”

Your father nodded and Peter looked back to where he had found your phone. Then it hit him. Begonias. It was one of the flowers you taught him about. Begonias meant deep thinking, but the other meaning haunted Peter. It meant beware. This made him realize he would have to beware the dangers ahead. The dangers that could easily get you killed.

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darley1101 · 5 years

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It took me a while to compile this because I have a lot of stuff sitting in my WIP folder. It's kind of embrassing really. I have been tagged by several people and so I don't miss anyone I am just going to say thanks to everyone who tagged me. Off the top of my head I recall @blackcatkita @bobasheebaby @choicesbyjade If I missed anyone it wasn’t on purpose! I am just really, really bad with remembering these tags.

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you and I'll post a snippet of it or tell you something about it.

Broken Fairytales Part 7 Facing Reality: As the title implies this is part 7 of my dark TRR fic in which the attack at the homecoming ball isn't neatly tied up, it's downright bloody. In this chapter we discover that someone thought to be dead isn't. Though wounded and tossed aside with the bodies of dead nobles, he is determined to get help and maybe, in the process, discover if his brother and the mother of his child are still alive. Catch up HERE

Uncommon Part 3 Who Knew: Things get even more serious between Drake and Olivia. An unexpected source discovers and makes public Olivia's pregnancy. Catch up HERE

What Happens In Vegas: Things get a little crazy during the King's and Queen's last hoorah, especially for Maxwell. After a night of non-stop partying (was there an Elvis impersonator involved or had he imaged that) he expected to wake up with the mother of all hang overs...what he didn't expect to wake up to was a wife! (This is one of those never seen ideas I am toying with. If you steal this I will come for you because it is something I do plan on writing)

Chasing Fairytales Part 2: Liam introduces Karin to his friends after saving her from the unwanted advances of her boss. (Part 1 was my first TRR fic post and I am not sure why I didn't continue. It is something I will consider though if people are interested in Liam x Karin's romance) Catch up HERE

The Bitter Truth Dear Brother: One shot where Liam and Leo have an honest conversation about everything.

Obsession: The idea for this came from a one shot I wrote about how Nadia and Ava (MC) met Damien. It would be what I like to call a self indulgent AU where Damien and Ava (MC) fall in love while trying to solve the mystery of whose stalking Nadia. (Again please do not steal this idea. It is something I would like to write)

Your Betrayal Re-write: The story in its current state is alright. It just isn't what I had planned. I caved to pressure from certain readers and the result is me not wanting to continue with what's currently there. I have the original outline where Emily doesn't know who the father of her baby is: Zig or Nathan. And I sort of, kind of want to re-write it with that premise in mind. Only if you guys are interested though.

Friends With Benefits Part 3: More Zig and Becca smut that may or may not lead to a real relationship. At the very least it makes the characters grow and its' hot. Well, it is hot to me and one of my self indulgent crack ships. Catch up HERE

Wicked Games Part 3 Good Advice: Basically this is me re-writing Junior year because I hated how the book went. I wanted more drama with our LI and more villain behavior from the Alphas. So..this is me attempting that. There is some strong themes that include date rape (not of the MC!) and exposing college campus corruption. I will be revisiting this story soon as I really want to finish it for my sake. If you guys enjoy it that's just a bonus! Catch up HERE

Untitled TF One Shot A: A lot of people have been asking for Chris and Aria's first time. This one shot would address it, but I am not sure if I want to write it as a one shot or include it as part of a series re-write I am toying with.

Untitled Re-write of the Freshmen series: I am dying to fully tell Chris x Aria's love story but I have been nervous about re-writing the series since @maxattack-powell is doing it and doing it so well. We shall see if I can talk myself into this self indulgent tale.

Jenny's Blog: I loved the first two blogs I wrote as the MC from LH where she interviews a pairing. It is a fun way to answer OTP questions. I have files Chris x Aria, Matt x Ashton, all my TRR couples, and any pairings you want to submit. I already did this for Damien x Ava and Flynn x Lucy.

City Girl, Country Boy: A Big Sky Country AU story where Sawyer meets Morgan at the Vegas Pro Rodeo Championships and the pair falls in love at first sight. After three days of knowing each other they elope. Will city girl Morgan be able to hack life in Montana with a husband she barely knows and skeptical family members plotting to get rid of her? (Another story I am toying with so please don't steal.)

Moonlight and Moonshine: Smutty one shot of Sawyer and Morgan that I have been fiddling with and keep talking myself out of posting.

Connected: Parker and Katarina smut from It Lives Beneath. My bestie keeps requesting this and I swear I am working on it.

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Leave This Town Pt 10 (Mechanic!Bucky AU)

Characters: reader, Bucky, Tony Stark, Brock Rumlow. Steve, DumDum Dugan and Peter Parker mentioned.

Summary: After leaving the small town life behind, you’ve worked hard to make your dreams come true. When something unexpected brings you home, you’re brought back to the place where everything changed. Timing is everything and now there just might be a second chance with the man you left behind.

Song Inspiration: Angela by The Lumineers

Warnings: Fluff, mild angst. Mentions of death.

Word Count: 3.9k

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**This fic is for @bionic-buckyb ‘s 5K AU Writing Challenge**

A/N: Aaah!! I’m so excited about this part! :D Please let me know your thoughts, I always love to hear from you. <3

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Previously:

“I’ll call you before I leave town,” you promised, wishing there was more you could guarantee him.

“Okay,” he replied, ducking his head into the car for one last lingering kiss.

You pulled out of the parking lot and glanced in the rearview mirror to see Bucky still standing there as he raised a hand in goodbye. But it didn’t feel like a farewell this time. Somehow, it felt like only the beginning.

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“I’m still not sold on the ending,” your agent stated as he dropped your manuscript on his desk with a thump. He sat back in his chair while drumming fingers on the desktop next to his computer. “Casting is almost finished, they start filming in two weeks, and I don’t have a finished script.”

“You DO have a finished script, Tony. Just not the conclusion you want. I tried other endings and none of them seemed genuine. This ending is the most organic and it’s where the characters took me. You know how it is, sometimes they have a mind of their own,” you replied with a shrug.

He narrowed his eyes, stroking his well-manicured goatee. “You know you sound like a crazy person when you talk like that, right?”

You laughed. “Not to my fellow writers.”

“Didn’t you get my notes on the last edits?”

You looked away from the screen, lost in thought. “Hmm…the last edit email I got was from Pepper and there was nothing in there about altering the ending,” you said with a smirk.

“That sneaky little…” he trailed off with a shake of his head.

Another chuckle escaped you. “She liked the ending, didn’t she? That’s why she didn’t add your note,” you smiled triumphantly.

Tony shifted in his chair, hesitating. “That remains irrelevant. I am your agent and I say…”

“Please trust me on this, Tony,” you said quickly, interrupting him. “Using the sort of ending you want would mean a total rewrite and it would suck because I would hate it. This script is important to me and I don’t want to ruin it just because you want a predictable ending all tied up in a bow,” you said with conviction, standing your ground.

He leveled you with a supposedly intimidating gaze before slipping off his tinted glasses and pinching the bridge of his nose. “Fine. You win. I’ll send it through to the director and producers, BUT…if they have a problem with it, we’re revisiting the subject,” he threatened through your iPad’s screen.

You beamed with a grateful smile. “You’re the best, you know that?”

“Yeah, whatever, just go be with your family. We’ll talk in a few days,” he replied, waving off your praise.

“Thanks, Tony,” you said, about to end the Skype call when Tony noticed something, leaning closer to the screen.

“Does Rogers know you had a poster of him in your room?” he teased, pointing to something behind you.

You paled slightly. “Goodbye, Tony,” you said forcefully before ending the call and setting your iPad aside.

Dropping your head in your hands, you slowly turned around and dared to look up only to see Steve Rogers in a superhero stance staring back at you. You’d forgotten all about it. Your childhood room was basically the same as it had been when you left two years ago. Now you were faced with Steve, along with several other movie star crushes plastered upon your walls, some of whom you had now met in person. Your first instinct was to be embarrassed, but honestly, they’d probably find it funny.

Glancing around the room, you took in all the small mementos and photos with memories tied to each one. It was a strange feeling to be back, but not a bad one. You never imagined you’d be having a conversation with your editor of two years in the room where back then your current reality was merely a pipe dream. It goes to show how far you had come.

Shaking your head, you climbed off the twin bed and got to your feet, straightening your skirt. You had settled on a black pencil skirt and a cream-colored blouse. Family was beginning to arrive, you gathered, hearing the murmurs of conversation below you. You stepped down the hall and descended the stairs to see faces turning your way. There were exclamations of “welcome home” and “you look great” and “I saw that movie of yours, it was way too violent”. You just smiled kindly and offered hugs. Family is family, no matter what.

Your mom came out of the kitchen and embraced you as well, even though she had seen you less than 20 minutes ago. Not that you minded. You were soaking up all the hugs and enjoying the limited time you had here. Heaven knows L.A. isn’t big on genuine hugs, more like handshakes or if you knew the person well, air kisses on each cheek.

Moving through the entryway, you finally made your way into the living room to see bouquets of flowers surrounding a large photo of your recently departed Uncle Nick. He may not have been a blood relative, but you still considered him family. He always had a bit of a scowl on his face, but deep down you knew he was a softy.

The funny thing was, no one really knew what he did for a living. He would disappear for months on end and then return as if nothing had happened, sometimes a little worse for the wear. He always came home with incredible stories to tell, though. Always telling harrowing tales of great adventures and daring escapes, as a child you hung on his every word. Now as an adult, you realized he may have been exaggerated slightly, but honestly, his stories were partly why you became obsessed with action films and story telling.

The biggest story of his life, though, was still a mystery. According to your mom, Uncle Nick’s body couldn’t even be release because of “security reasons”, so there was no burial this weekend. Instead, tonight was an informal, intimate gathering and tomorrow was the official memorial at the church.

Difficult as it was to unplug and turn off that part of your brain that wanted to fixate on everything you needed to be doing back in L.A., you did your best to be in the moment and stay focused on what was important. In fact, the only reason you had to check in with Tony was because you had been unintentionally ignoring his messages the past few days. You could blame that on the lack of both cell service and wifi, and perhaps also a handsome mechanic who never failed to put a smile on your face whenever he popped into your mind. Which was fairly often, to be honest.

Someone tapped you on the shoulder then, bringing you out of your thoughts, and you turned to see Maria’s kind face. She asked about L.A. and wondered if you had a chance to use the hair kit she had gifted you before you left town. You were actually able to say yes, smiling at the memory of running your fingers through Bucky’s chestnut locks in that motel bathroom. You didn’t mention that part to her, though. She brought you up to speed on the hair salon and her growing kids. One last embrace and she let you go as the next person caught your attention.

The evening was exhausting and emotionally draining, a few tears falling when stories of Nick were shared. As you ascended the stairs and got ready for bed at the end of the night, your thoughts swirled around the word “home”. It’s not always just the place you live, and although family can also help make that distinction, another phrase continued to resurface in your mind: Home is where the heart is. Somehow, without even meaning to, there’s a chance you had left your heart in a small town four hours east of where you stood. What that meant for your future, you really couldn’t say just yet.

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The memorial service was lovely. Nick Fury was a private man, but each person whose life he touched had a story about him. There were tears as well as laughter, keeping his spirit alive with each memory shared. There was a luncheon afterward and nearly everyone in town showed up. You saw one familiar face across the room and headed his way, then slugging the man’s arm as you came to his side.

“Ow! What was that for?” Brock exclaimed, clutching his ‘injury’. “You know this is a memorial service, right? Isn’t violence frowned upon?”

“So is selling cars with the knowledge that it has a cracked radiator, dillweed,” you retaliated with a hard look. You had gone to high school with Brock, so your interactions tended to involve childish insults. He always was a bit of a shady character.

He at least had the decency to look a little guilty. “Y/N, I…”

“Forget it,” you cut him off, softening your tone slightly. “You’re lucky it worked in my favor. BUT. If you do that to anyone else, I’ll hunt you down, Rumlow. You hear me?” you threatened, holding his gaze.

His mouth gaped open to speak, but he then just nodded.

“Okay, then,” you answered, then walking away as quickly as you came.

After the memorial service on Saturday you stayed one last night with your mom, but then had to fly out Sunday to start your work week. So badly you wished you could have made the drive again and run back into Bucky’s arms, but you knew it would be even harder to say goodbye with such short a time together.

You called him from the airport, making him promise to keep his phone on him from now on and to charge it each night. Apparently, he had a bad habit of letting it die and forgetting about it for days on end in the past. There was so much you wanted to say, but you knew that now you could say it all over time. You were in it for the long haul.

Soaring through the sky at 35,000 feet, you looked down and tried to imagine that you could see the tiny dot of a town just off the highway with part of you wishing you were there. As the clouds parted, you thought back on the small towns you had spent the past few days in and realized that you now had a soft spot for them despite trying so hard to leave them not too long ago. After all, your memories lined the walls of a house filled with family in one of them and now your heart resided in another.

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Four Months Later

“I know that a cliffhanger is just a matter of speech but sometimes it can be literal, I mean that’s how that term came to be, right?” you asked out loud, which was slightly odd, considering you were alone.

You were deep into one of your writing sessions, but got stuck on a plot point so you decided to talk it out. Sometimes just voicing your thoughts to an empty room would shake another idea loose enough to move forward.

“Okay, so an actual cliff…but how does he get there….is it near water? Where did I put the location notes?” you continued to mutter, scanning your plot board for the information you sought. Just then, your phone chirped indicating a text message. Usually, you would silence your phone while writing or even leave it in a different room, but when you were waiting to hear from Bucky, you muted everyone except him.

Picking up, you saw the message and grinned.

Hey doll. Writing ok?

Bucky’s texting abilities had improved quite a bit, considering sometimes that was the only way you got to talk. Phone calls were harder to pin down, especially when you were on a deadline.

Pretty good. How’s the shop?

Slow today. Package 4 me?

You squealed then, hurrying to peck out a reply.

Yes! It came!! Don’t open yet, please! A few more hours of work and I’ll call.

10?

Perfect.

You glanced at the clock to see it was about 4:30pm your time and he was 2 hours ahead, so that gave you some time to write and eventually eat something before you could call him. Now with something to look forward, your conviction was renewed as you stared at your notes and dove back in to writing with a smile on your face.

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“Hey, gorgeous. It’s really good to hear your voice. It’s been what, a week?” Bucky asked, his husky voice coming through the phone. You might have woken him, but you knew he didn’t mind. Neither of you wanted to miss out on a single moment of your time together, limited as it was.

“Hi, handsome. I know, it’s been too long. I’m sorry, this script, though! Ugh!!” you groaned dramatically, falling backwards onto your comfy couch away from your writing room. You tried to separate your work and home life, even though they often occurred under the same roof.

He chuckled under his breath. “It’s okay, babe. I understand. So what’s this about a package?” he asked, intrigued.

Straightening up in your seat, you squealed again in excitement. You’d had this planned for weeks and now he could finally see it for himself. “Okay, so go ahead and open it, but I don’t want you to think it’s a needlessly expensive thing cause it’s not. I mean, it’s just as much a gift to me as it is to you,” you vaguely explained as you heard the sounds of packing tape being severed with most likely the pocket knife Bucky kept handy at all times.

“Okay?” he answered, confused, until you heard the rustling of paper stop. “You bought me a…Apple?”

“Yes, it’s an iPad from Apple, just like mine. And before you say that it’s too much and that I shouldn’t have, first of all, I didn’t. It was in a grab bag at a swanky party a while back. And yes, I should have, and you will agree once you see what it can do. Also you got a really good deal on wifi for the next few months, thanks to Clint’s cousin. He set it up.”

He huffed out a sigh, resigned. “Well, I guess I can’t argue then, can I? So what do I do with it?”

“Okay. So, the round button in the middle should be at the bottom. The on button will be at the top, so click that and the screen should light up.”

He did as you instructed and then followed your directions to swipe to the right, unlocking the device. You set it up so he didn’t have to enter a security code. Best to keep it simple. He then pressed a finger on the small icon of an “S” in a blue circle as you requested, followed by selecting the words ‘sign in’. Smiling, you pressed the call button on your own iPad and heard the echo of the tell-tale ringing through your phone.

“What the…is that…?” you heard Bucky’s confused voice until his handsome face came into focus.

“Hi, there, Sexy,” you cooed, grinning at your boyfriend through the camera before hanging up your phone, which was no longer necessary.

“Y/N? Oh wow…you’re right, this is the best gift ever,” he beamed at you with those favorite eye wrinkles of his making an appearance. “Thank you so much, babe.”

“You’re so welcome, hot stuff. I thought you’d like a little more face time,” you smirked, wiggling your eyebrows.

He laughed at that, the iPad shaking in his grasp before his expression became serious. “God, I miss you, doll.”

He shifted on the couch up to sitting and raised the camera to eye level. Bucky looked as attractive as ever, even with the faint couch pattern on his right cheek. He must have fallen asleep watching another movie that you had recommended. Movies gave you more to talk about besides how much you missed each other, plus Bucky loved that you were sharing one of your passions with him. Luckily Darcy was a great resource for movies.

“I miss you, too,” you uttered with a sad smile that then brightened. “However…part of why I wanted to video chat was because I want to ask you something face to face. Ready?”

“Ask away.”

“Well, you remember that project I was working on a few months ago?” He nodded in response and you continued. “Oddly enough, the shoot went smoothly and post-production is coming to an end ahead of schedule. It’s an Indie film, lower budget, but with a few higher profile stars and some of that Stark publicity magic, it’s actually getting some attention.”

“That’s great, Y/N!” he responded, genuinely excited for you. “You haven’t told me much about it, though. Keeping things under wraps still?”

“Actually…” you began, “that’s because I want you to experience it firsthand. With me. The premiere is in six weeks and it would mean the world to me if you came, Buck.”

“Um…wow,” he uttered, eyes wide in shock. “You want me to visit you in L.A.? Is this a whole red carpet thing, cause I…”

“No, no,” you interrupted. “I mean, yes, there will be a red carpet, but I’m not at all obligated to show up that way. We could arrive quietly and leave right after, if you want. I know it sounds like a big ordeal, but this movie is important to me and all I want is to have you next to me. That’s all.”

He paused to consider. “I don’t know. The shop…”

“…is doing great now, you said it yourself. DumDum can handle things for a few days and Peter is a great help, right? This gives you enough time to square things away and let them know about anything that might come up if you’re gone. I can fly you in, but if you’re not comfortable with that, you could make the drive. Please, Bucky?” You knew you were in the territory of almost begging, but this was a big step to take for Bucky. It was important that he knew you had thought of everything and while you would take no for an answer, you definitely didn’t want to.

You saw him stare off into the distance, scrubbing a hand over his whiskered face before responding.

“Okay.”

“What?” you cried out, rising to your feet. “Really? You’ll come?”

“Of course, doll. You’ve made the trip out here a few times now and I should meet you half way, too. I’ll admit, I’m nervous about it, but I want to support you. Yes, I’ll be there. And I’ll make the drive. I could use a little wind in my hair, I suppose,” he said, unleashing that devilishly handsome grin.

A high-pitched squeal escaped from you again, nearly losing your grip on your iPad as you danced about the living room. Bucky’s laughter rang out through your device. And he was right, you had made two trips out to see him twice since you reconnected. Now you were ecstatic he would be heading your way soon.

“Okay, okay,” you settled back on the couch, having finally contained yourself. “So I have a plan…”

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5 Weeks Later

The gift of being able to Skype face to face became part of your weekly routine as often as possible. You started a tradition of cooking and eating dinner together as you Skyped, even coordinating having the same meal at times. You were trying to cook more healthy meals at home and rely less on takeout.

It just felt good to talk, continuing to get to know each other and feel that comfort of having someone to come home to, even if it was only through a screen. After a while, you needed a bit more than talk. You couldn’t help it, though. Things eventually escalated to more risqué behavior as you shared intimate moments alone, but together, when all you wanted was to be in his arms.

Thankfully, the wait was almost over. Through the past month, you had been planning Bucky’s trip out to come and see you for the premiere you were so excited to show him your home and the most beautiful parts of the city.

Back when you were just starting out, sharing a small apartment with roommates was the ideal scenario. You were barely squeaking by at times to pay rent and expenses as you worked odd jobs. Even after you had sold your first script, it took months before you actually saw any money. Once you had a more steady income and royalties, you were still frugal and saved most of what you made. On rare occasions, you would splurge on a stylist and hair and makeup team just for the night when a big event came up that you were asked to attend.

Your one big purchase was a down payment on a gorgeous condo in Malibu with a breathtaking view of the ocean on one side and the Los Angeles valley on the other. You needed the peace and quiet for writing and you had earned it. Steve had actually helped you move in a few months before you headed home unexpectedly and that was when everything changed. You had heard through mutual friends that he was doing really well, working steadily and even dating someone. Steve deserved that happiness and you wished him nothing but the best. He had been so good to you and even had encouraged you to try again with Bucky. You would be forever grateful to Steve for that.

Puttering around the kitchen as you made dinner, you couldn’t stop yourself from glancing at the clock every few minutes. You had heard from Bucky while on the road and he should be arriving within the hour. Your heart sped up a little, imagining Bucky driving through the streets of the city you now called home as the distance between you all but disappeared. He had made the drive in good time, stopping where you had recommended as you remembered the first time you headed this way.

Turning on some music, you focused on the recipe before you and tried to distract yourself from the ticking clock. A short while later, you heard the rumble of a car’s engine getting louder, but not one you recognized. Turning off the stove, you walked to the window overlooking the street to see a sleek black car parked in your driveway. When you saw who stepped out of the driver’s seat, you lost all composure. Tearing down the steps to the first floor and then throwing open your front door, you rushed across the lawn in your bare feet before launching yourself into his arms.

Bucky caught you easily as you wrapped arms around his neck and legs around his waist, your lips finding his in a furiously passionate kiss, conveying all the pent-up emotions between you. You both muttered sweet nothings to each other without breaking contact, finally releasing your legs to stand when you realized you were giving your neighbors quite the show and they might get more of one if you didn’t take a step back.

“Hi. You made it,” you said with a laugh, beaming.

“I did,” he said with a chuckle. “Made good time, too. Just couldn’t wait any longer to get to you,” he admitted, capturing your lips in another kiss.

Breaking apart, you finally took in the vehicle that had brought him here with a wide smile. “Is that what I think it is?”

He smirked then, turning towards the car but keeping an arm around your waist. “Yup. The Impala.”

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Part 11>>>

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**cue Impala gif and screaming** That’s exactly what I wrote when I finished this part. haha!! OH my gosh, I’m still so taken with this story. I hope you are, too. I have two more parts planned, I think! I love you guys and every single word you send my way. Thank you for going on this journey with me. You’re the best! :)

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