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m. wheeler | see you tomorrow, mike

pairings. mike wheeler x fem!reader

about. it seems like mike isn't interested in you, making you blame it on your appearance so you ask lucas if he thinks you're pretty. mike overhears a part of the conversation, making him misunderstand everything.

warnings. not edited so don't mind the little errors, a little cursing, mike being a dumbass, kind of mutual pining, angst (not really), eleven doesn't exist in this (sorry), and no particular season mentioned, lmk if i missed anything!

a/n. i read something a couple days ago on tumblr and i literally cannot find it anywhere but if you know what i'm talking about, this fic is entirely based on that. also, i have to make a stranger things masterlist but i'm too lazy!

word count. 1.6k

you, and lucas were gathered at your house, waiting for the rest of the party to get there. you all were going to be at your house this time because mike's basement was getting a small renovation.

you both sat in an uncomfortable silence, not being used to being alone with each other. "i heard there's going to be a big storm coming soon." lucas pointed out.

you nodded your head, continuing the subject about the weather. but the weather wasn't the only thing on your mind, you wanted to ask lucas about mike.

since you moved to hawkins, you were unable to stop thinking about the freckled face boy. you've known him for years now, but you were still unable to understand his mind. mike was reserved and quiet while lucas is unfiltered and loyal, lucky for him, max and him had similar personalities.

mike didn't seem that was interested in you in the slightest bit, and it made you wonder if your physical differences were unappealing to him. was your hair too long, too short, too thin? were your eyes too wide or too large? or was it the color of them.

"lucas, do you think i'm pretty?" you asked out of the blue, completely shocking lucas with the question.

"uhm..."

you quickly restated your question, not wanting him to get the wrong idea, " i'm not asking if you find me attractive, i mean do you think that other people can find me attractive."

his face quickly softened, "and why would other people finding you attractive matter?" he genuinely asked.

you mentally facepalmed yourself. "i just want to know if i'm at least equally pretty as the other girls' you boys like."

"then yes, i think you're very attractive, (y/n)." he replied. but his reassurance just wasn't enough, it just made you more confused. what made you attractive to lucas that wasn't attractive to mike?

you looked over at him and smiled, "not as pretty as max, though?"

he let out a sigh, "i've never seen a girl so beautiful." he admitted.

and you just sat there. wishing someone would talk about you like that. wishing someone would look at you the way that lucas looks at max. wishing someone would create a giant radio just so he can talk to you from miles away like dusin with suzie.

mike had just made into your house, walking over to your living room where you and lucas were sat. "yes, i think you're very attractive, (y/n)." he had heard lucas admit.

the entire party was supposed to be meeting at your house, but lucas' confession was more than enough to make the dark brown-haired boy turn back around and exit the house.

mike thoughts are all over the place, not being able to organize them. he couldn't be upset about lucas liking (y/n) because he never brought up his feelings for (y/n) to anyone.

but what about max? everyone noticed max and lucas growing closer to each other. how could lucas lead her on and then move on to (y/n)?

maybe (y/n) wasn't the girl everyone perceived her to be after all.

after a while, the rest of the party had flooded in, all except mike. they didn't think too much of it, stating that he probably had to clean up or something.

they all sat in your living room, watching a continuous amount of horror films and throwing popcorn at each other.

after a while, it all started getting late and it was still a school night. before lucas left, he went up to (y/n) with a question in mind. "hey, (y/n)," he said as he walked over to you.

you hummed in response. "when you asked me if you were attractive, you said that you wanted to know if you were pretty like other girl us 'boys' like."

you nodded your head, not seeing what he was trying to get at. "were you talking about a specific boy"

blush quickly spread across your face. "you were talking about mike, weren't you?" you only shrugged, "yeah, but it doesn't seem like he's interested in me, which is fine." you stated whispering the last part.

"don't worry, (y/n). mikes just weird, he needs some time to open up."

you weren't so sure if you agreed with you thanked him and waved him goodbye as he rode away on his bicycle.

the next day at school was weird to say the least. it doesn't take a rocket scientist to realize that mike was keeping a safe distance between you and the rest of the party.

while the rest of the party didn't seem to care about his behavior, you were absolutely livid. you were distracted the entire day, not being able to figure out why he was ignoring you all.

"i think we should go over to mikes house today." you randomly blurted out as you and the party ate lunch. "he didn't invite us over though." max stated matter of factually.

you rolled your eyes at her response, "that's not the point. he's ignoring us for no apparent fucking reason at all!"

"mike's just being his usual bitchy self, he'll be running back to us when he finds out that were literally his only friends." dustin brushed it off, finishing his lunch.

for the rest of the day, you tried to keep your mind of mike, yet it was almost impossible.

the last bell of the day had just rung. you were quickly stuffing your notebooks into your backpack, then rushing out of the classroom.

you went to unchain your bike, seeing that the rest of the party had already unchained theirs. just as you were getting done, mike walked out of the building. you looked over at mike, seeing him rolling his eyes at you.

you scoffed, completely shocked by his action, "the hell is wrong with you?"

he glared at you, still continuing to ignore you.. "mike, can we please talk?" you asked.

he cocked his head to the side. "what's wrong?"

"there isn't anything wrong, just wanted to tell you something while i have the courage to."

he shook his head. "(y/n), i already know."

you looked up at him in surprise, "you do?"

how does he know? did lucas tell him? no, he wouldn't do that! lucas is my friend.

"yes. and (y/n), i have to say... i thought you were better than that."

you were truly shocked by his response, how could your crush on him make you less of a person? "mike. i-i'm sorry?"

"i thought that you and max were friends! how could you do that to her," he turned around to lucas, "how could you do that to max?" his teeth were gritted, and his ears were starting to turn a cherry red.

"mike, what are you... what are you talking about? me and lucas, we didn't do anything to max!" you were now overly confused, so was the rest of the party.

he walked closer to you, making you step back more. "yesterday, i overheard you and lucas talking, i heard him telling you how attractive you were. how could you do that to max?"

his statement caught you off guard, "that's bullshit! you of all people should know that i would never do that to anyone, especially not max." you got on your bike and rode away, not taking a glance back once as you rode off.

lucas walked over to mike and pushed him. "you're so stupid, man."

max and the party had an extended amount of questions about the entire situation, but quickly understood what happened when lucas explained it all.

after confronting (y/n), mike was left confused and somewhat guilty. at dinner, his family notice how quiet he was. "mike, are your friends coming over tomorrow? i got some dvds from family video, wouldn't want them to go to waste." karen said, chewing away at her steak.

he just shrugged his mom off, continuing on to his thoughts.

"you of all people should know that i would never do that to anyone."

a little while later the party ended coming to his house, except for you, of course. lucas explained to him how everything was a misunderstanding and (y/n) just needed reassurance. reassurance because mike made you feel like you weren't pretty.

he felt so stupid. why couldn't he have just told you that he liked you?

mike went up to his room and grabbed his walkie talkie, switching to the right channel to talk to (y/n).

"(y/n)? (y/n), you there?" he asked softly.

you lay awake on your bed staring at the ceiling. once you heard your walkie talkie going off, you picked it up and extended the antenna. "(y/n) here." you responded.

mike took a deep breath before continuing to talk. "hey... i just wanted to say that i'm... i'm really sorry. i shouldn't have jumped to conclusions and i- i should've asked you what happened," he was quickly cut off from his rambling by you.

"mike, it's fine, you were just being a good friend to max, i get that. it would have been better for you to ask what happened, but it's fine, thanks for apologizing."

mike smiled, glad that she wasn't angry at him. "i uhm... i heard you had a crush on me." your face heated up instantly, "yeah, i guess you can say that."

"well, my mom brought some dvds from family video, would you maybe... possible want to come over and watch some movies at my house tomorrow?" mike asked hopefully. you smiled even harder than before, biting your lip. "that would maybe possibly sound good. see you tomorrow!"

"yeah, see you tomorrow mike!" lucas snickered into the walkie talkie, laughter being audibly heard in the background. mike groaned loudly, throwing his handheld transceiver across his room.

#mike wheeler #mike wheeler x reader #mike wheeler x you #mike wheeler x y/n #mike wheeler x fem!reader #fluff #angst to comfort #stranger things x y/n #imagines #request closed for now #afab reader

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tommyinnit | among us mother

pairings. tommyinnit x fem!reader (platonic)

about. (y/n) volunteers to be tommy’s among us mother.

warnings. a little cursing, that’s basically it, lmk if i missed anything!

a/n. i made this a long time ago but i needed something to post because i keep losing followers so here you go! also i couldn’t find a gif for tommy so no gif today!

"Oh, shut up, you child!" (Y/N) screamed into her microphone over the chaotic voices in the Among Us game lobby.

"What the fuck?" Her internet friend, Tommy, whined into his mic. She could practically imagine the exasperated expression on his face. "You're a child too! What do you mean?"

Last round, he was killed first by the imposter, Quackity, so naturally, when the round ended, he decided to shout curse words and complaints nonstop.

In the last three games, Tommy had been one of the first players dead, so (Y/N) understood his frustration. But when there was an opportunity to yell at him, she was gladly going to take it. Most of these conversations end in relentless bickering, leaving Tubbo to break them apart.

She laughed along with everyone else, "Aw, do you need to be protected next round? Does Tommyinnit need a babysitter?" She mocked and made her voice high pitched to prove her point.

Philza chuckled, "Yeah, Tommy needs Jules to babysit him!"

"No, I am a big man," he said firmly. "Big men like me don't need supervision. All I need are pogchamps and primes! Am I right?"

(Y/N) made her Among Us character dance on top of Tommy's, "You don't look like a big man to me. I will be your mother and keep you safe."

He groaned, "Please, for the love of God, never fucking say that again. Don't say that to me."

The groups laughs quickly died down as the new round started. "Crewmate" flashed across the top of (Y/N)'s screen and they all spawned around the table in the cafeteria.

She immediately spotted Tommy and followed him into Admin. They both paused to swipe their keycards along with Wilbur and Niki, and while Tommy does wires, she waited behind him.

She walked behind his blue icon as he made his way into electrical. He kept stopping in the hallway, hoping she'd redirect her path away from his only to find that she was tracking his every move. The lights then went out and just as she was afraid she had lost him, a body was reported.

"Tubbo is dead in the lower engine," Wilbur says. "Whoever the imposter is, I think you were mistaken. You see, Tommy is dark blue, not yellow."

"Tommy is clear 100%!" (Y/N) called out into the mic.

"(Y/N), will you stop fucking following me?" Tommy yelled making the others burst out laughing, "You're so clingy! You're almost as bad as Tubbo."

Tubbo unmuted his microphone at the comment, "Hey!"

"Tubbo, please mute your mic," Tommy says in a serious voice until the boy sighs and goes silent again. "(Y/N), I will have no choice but to break up with you if you don't leave me alone."

"Huh? Excuse me?" Quackity yelled into his mic and everyone was too busy laughing to notice the timer was almost completely out.

Everyone ended up skipping from lack of information, but from Tommy's last comment towards (Y/N), a lot of people called him sus before they muted again.

Of course, the threat didn't stop her. With the lights still out, she followed his character towards electrical, but when they got separated for a moment, the animation of Wilbur Soot's character killing her flashed across her screen abruptly. Her body was reported almost immediately by Philza.

"Tommy," Wilbur said, his voice sounding almost accusingly.

"What, Wilbur?" He responded in a monotone voice.

"Don't you think it's a bit odd that (Y/N) is dead?" The hint of a snicker at the end of his sentence signals to (Y/N) that he knows what is about to come.

"Are you accusing me of killing my girlfriend?" Tommy roars in response.

Quackity hurry's to pitch in, "First off, she's not your girlfriend! Second, she was following you the whole time last round and now she's dead."

"Yeah, I saw Tommy with her before the lights went out," Philza added. Then, many of the crew started to vote.

At this point, Tommy was fuming, "Whatever! I can give you my entire alibi if you'd like. We were walking through storage and then the lights went out when we went into admin and then her body was-"

"We don't want to hear it, Tommy, vote him off!" Wilbur yelled.

Everyone voted and the animation of Tommy's character flies through space as he gets ejected. (Y/N) was laughing so hard that she was now clutching her sides.

(Y/N) opened up ghost chat to see Tommy had sent a message.

Tommy I fucking hate you.

(Y/N) You're welcome!!

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Outer Banks Masterlist !

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hiding under your boyfriends bed from his sister isn’t something a lot of people imagine having to do.

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r. cameron | death of me

pairings. rafe cameron x fem!reader

about. hiding under your boyfriends bed from his sister isn’t something a lot of people imagine having to do.

warnings. not edited, cursing, secret relationship, mentions of sex, hickeys?? not my gif, lmk if i missed something!

"Rafe, we have to stop now." (Y/N) mumbled against his lips. They were at his house, on his bed making out. "Few more minutes then we can stop."

"You've said that twice already! Come on, Sarah might be home any minute now." She whined softly. "She'll be gone for a little while longer, Tops planning on taking her card tonight."

(Y/N) swiftly pulled away from the kiss, "Really?"

"Yeah, now can we please stop talking about my sister getting her cherry popped?" Rafe questioned seriously.

(Y/N) giggled, nodding her head as she leaned back into his embrace. The moment was again interrupted with a slam of a door coming from downstairs and someone stomping up the stairs. (Y/N) started to panic almost immediately. Rafe? Not so much. He payed no mind to the commotion and continued to kiss up and down her neck.

"Rafe, that might be Sarah!" She whisper-yelled to him. "I'm telling you, it's not her"

"Rafe!" Sarah yelled from outside of his bedroom door. She pounded and kicked from where she stood. "Rafe Cameron, let me in right now!"

He pulled (Y/N) off his lap, smiling, "Okay maybe it is her."

"What do we do?"

"Get under the bed?" He answered in a questionably manner. "Open the door, Rafe."

(Y/N) quickly grabbed her shirt and slid under his bed, praying to all gods that could hear her that she didn't get caught.

Rafe walked over to the door and unlocked it, looking at Sarah who looked like she was holding in tears but he didn't care. "Your friend is a dick, you know that?" She yelled angrily at him. She pushed herself into his room and sat on his bed, right where him and (Y/N) were just previously sitting. "What do you want?"

"Why didn't you tell me that he was going to try and have sex with me?" She asked him. He stared at her blankly, "Because I didn't know."

(Y/N) shook her head at his lying. She felt bad for her best friend and she wished that she could just get up from under the bed and hug and comfort her, but she couldn't.

Sarah stood up, getting ready to walk out the door before she turned back around to look at Rafe. "You're fucking disgusting!" (Y/N)'s heart started to race as Sarah started to walk back over to the bed quickly, "You have hickeys all over your neck." She mumbled, lightly tracing her finger over the marks. "Gross."

"Yeah, can you get out now?"

Sarah rolled her eyes but still turned around and made her way back to the door. She grabbed the door handle but stopped again, "Did (Y/N) happen to come to the house earlier?" Rafe rolled his eyes. "No."

"I'm going to go call her, she said she was going to come over later but she must have left when she seen i wasn't here."

Rafe groaned as Sarah started to look for her contact in her phone. (Y/N)'s phone was sitting on Rafe's nightstand so when Sarah called, even if it was on do not disturb, it still would vibrate. He quickly pushed her out of the room once she started calling, "Yeah, you go do that." Once Sarah was all the way out of the room, he slammed his door and locked it back. "Come on out, sweetheart." He chuckled softly.

"You're going to be the death of me, Rafe Cameron." (Y/N) mumbled. "I know."

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h. styles | vanity fair

pairings. harry styles x famous!reader

about. harry and (y/n) are guest on 'vanity fair' to do a lie detector test together, revealing multiple secrets from the pair.

warnings. not edited so disregard any errors, jealous harry cause why not, not my gif, kind of bad writing, a little cursing here and there. lmk if i missed something!

note. hiii everyone! i don’t know if i’m beck yet but i’m just going be leaving a quick fic because it’s been a little over three months which is outrageous!

She rolled her eyes and shook her head sarcastically. "You're supposed to save the best for last, you should go first." Harry placed his hand over her and kissed the side of her head. "My girlfriend, everyone."

"Are you ready? I came up with some pretty interesting questions these past few days that I've been dying to ask you." She grinned.

“I was born ready. Plus," The singer smirked, looking at his girlfriend with sparkling eyes, "I get to ask you some questions after, so be careful with what you ask, babe, because it might come back to bite your ass." He winked and her face flushed a bright red.

Harry turned back towards the camera and clapped, "Let's get started!" A crew member laughed and instructed (Y/N) to move to sit at the other side of the table so they could attach Harry to the machine.

"Arms up." The man demanded sternly. Harry observed her blank, emotionless face and then turned to his girlfriend with furrowed eyebrows. She shrugged and wiggled her eyebrows at him causing him to break the silence and lightly chuckle. The man silently sent them glares, which they both ignored and continued making silly faces and giggled as quietly as they could.

"We're ready." A crew member called out from behind the camera breaking (Y/N) out of her daze and she looked at the man controlling the polygraph machine to ask a few questions.

"Alright, I'm going to ask you a few short, straightforward questions to calibrate the machine." Harry exhaled loudly and wiggled his fingers before nodding, gesturing for the man to proceed.

"Is your name Harry Styles?"

Harry nodded making the woman command him to answer verbally. His girlfriend snorted and stifled a laugh while he mustered out apologies.

"Yes."

"Are you 28 years old?"

"Yes."

"Finally, are you nervous?" He looked up with squinted eyes, something he did frequently whenever he was thinking about something.

"Uh, knowing (Y/N/N), kind of." He chuckled breathily. The woman nodded and laughed along while the polygraph operator gave her a thumbs up to begin.

"Okay, Hazza, first question! Have you ever fallen in love?" The man visibly laughed at how simple her first question was. "Of course. With you." She smiled at his kind words, practically feeling her heart melting. She looked at the polygraph examiner, seeing him throw up a quick thumbs up.

"You're too cheesy sometimes. You guys,"

(Y/N) spoke towards the lens, "pray for me. I have to deal with him every. single. day."

"Hey!" Harry exclaimed, lifting his hands in the air with an offended expression etched on his face. She turned to the camera and rolled her eyes in a jokingly manner before moving on to the next question.

"We watch Marvel movies quite often together. I work for Marvel, am I your favourite marvel actor?"

"Bubs, you're an actress." Harry spoke. (Y/N) shook your head and he tilted his as he awaited her response. "Haz, knowing you, I’m surprised that you of all people would say that! Anyways, women should be considered as actors too and not just actresses. After all, male and female doctors are both called doctors, not doctors and doctresses." She stated in a practical manner.

His voice changed pitch as he tried to imitate her. "Fine." He replied dramatically, pretending to flip his hair back with his hand.

"So, out of all the Marvel actors, am I your favorite?" She smirked and fixed her gaze on his middle and index finger, already tapping nervously on the metal table.

"Yes."

She touched her heart dramatically.

"That's a lie." The man behind the machine called out. (Y/N) dropped her hand and her smile fell. "Harold!"

"Okay, it's RDJ. I'm sorry, love." Harry cringed, shocked that the machine picked up on his lie so quickly. She narrowed her eyes and looked back down at her phone. "That's fair. He's everyone's favourite." She mumbled grumpily.

"Does Gemma actually like me?" Harry confidently nodded his head. "Absolutely. She adores you." He responded sweetly. She turned her head to the operator. He nodded towards her, "That's true."

She swiped her hand across her forehead, wiping imaginary sweat. "Good to know."

"Would you consider yourself to be an overly affectionate boyfriend?" She questioned. It was a question she thought of frequently. Harry loved to cuddle, hug, kiss, hold hands, and essentially shower her with love whenever he had the chance, but she wanted to know if he knew of his actions or if he would just do it subconsciously.

"Um, no. I think I'm just about the right amount of affectionate." And it was true, he actually thought that he wasn’t overly affectionate. She choked back a laugh and covered her face with her hand, quickly looking back down to her phone in hopes of finding a different question to quickly move on to.

"Hey, hey, wait! I saw that! You think I'm overly affectionate?" He inquired, his voice going at least 3 octaves higher. "I'm the one asking questions here, Hazza." She winked and scrolled for a question in her notes app.

"Do you think our children would be cute?" She questioned as a sweet smile prominently appeared on her face. She decided against asking if he wanted kids because he had already confessed he did a few months back. It was the purest, most heartwarming conversation she had ever had.

Harry looked at her as if it were crazy of her to ask that. To him, the answer was obvious. "Absolutely. I mean," he pointed in between the two of them, "look at us." He replied cockily. She eyed him, but eventually shrugged, realising that even though he sounded like such a dickhead in the moment, he wasn't wrong.

"Next. Does size matter?" She giggled, watching her boyfriends face contort.

"You're asking me that? What I think? Or what I think you think?" He questioned, waggling his eyebrows.

"Answer however you'd like." The corners of her lips lifted and her face contorted into a mischievous grin. Harry pondered for a while, furrowing his eyebrows as he searched his brain for a good response. "No, I don't think it does." He answered. “That’s true.”

"Okay! Next, Do you think if we met on The Ellen Show, we would have never gotten together?" She inquired. This was a question that she would often ask herself, however, she never had the courage to actually ask him in fear of some form of rejection, so she’d only ponder it while Harry was sleeping soundly beside you.

"Yeah. I think I would've seen you on instagram and slid in your DM’s or something." He admitted. The examiner nodded.

"Moving on. Have you ever lied to me?" She inquired. Harry pursed his lips and sighed. "Yes." He answered honestly.

"Elaborate, please." (Y/N) said, looking at him expectantly. "I’ve know you for over three years now, I’ve lied to you thousands of time." She nodded and moved onto the next question.

"Would you consider yourself to be a heartthrob?" She asked. She was aware of the huge fanbase he had developed since One Direction, people adored and swooned over him and his lovable characters in some of the roles he played.

"Yes." She turned to the polygraph operator and she nodded, "he's telling the truth."

"Damn right, my boyfriend's a heartthrob and he knows it." She said proudly as she looked into the camera.

Harry chuckled and rubbed his eye as he anticipated her final question.

"Last question. Frankly, the most important question. Does pineapple belong on pizza? This could determine the future of our relationship, Haz. I want you to really think about your answer." She warned dramatically. Harry pursed his lips.

"Yes. I think. I like pineapple on pizza, actually." (Y/N) clapped happily and puffed out a small breath of relief. "That's my baby!"

"Alright, my turn, loser."

Harry scoffed loudly and switched his attention to all the cords wrapped around his body parts. He frantically begged the man to remove all the 'gizmos' and 'doo-dads' as quick as possible.

Once he set the singer free, he pranced around the tiny room and threw his arms around his girlfriends body, giving her an enormous hug. "Love you." He mumbled in her hair.

The man then instructed her the same way she had done to Harry. "I can do this." She repeated for the millionth time in the last 5 minutes while a member of the crew hooked her up to the machine. They attached a series of different wires and cords around her chest, fingers and arm.

"I'm scared." She laughed, placing her hand where her heart was. She could feel it pumping quickly.

"Just to let you know, your questions were shit. Mine are actually spicy." Harry teased, excitedly scrolling through the questions on a page in his notes.

He would finally be able to ask some questions that he'd been dying to know about her that he was just too embarrassed to ask on a normal occasion. He hoped some of his questions/some of her answers would reaffirm some things for him.

"Shut up, Styles. I can see you were sweating through your shirt. You're not slick." She smirked, making him lift his arms, where there was a tiny yet noticeable wet patch on the fabric of his expensive shirt.

"Okay, Harry, you can begin asking your questions." The man called as Harry embarrassingly lowered his arm. (Y/N) facepalmed and giggled quietly at his foolishness to herself.

"Okay. Is your name (Y/N) (Y/L/N)?"

"Yes."

"Are you 26 years old?"

"Yes."

"Am I your boyfriend?"

"No." She lied.

"It jumped." The man called, "We're all good."

"Okay," Harry sighed, "I don't know what I would've said if that came out as true." He laughed. "Imagine?" She giggled.

Harry shook his head and read his first real question. "Do you think I'm overly affectionate?" Harry raised his eyebrows while he stared his beautiful girlfriend down. She chuckled and shook her head at his expression, "You're seriously still hung up on that?"

"Just answer the question!" He demanded over-dramatically. "Yes." He gasped and the crew members behind him attempted to cover up their laughs with coughs and sneezes. "But I like that about you. I enjoy your cuddles. That should be considered a compliment." The man confirmed her statement and Harry grinned like a toddler who'd just been told he was going to Disneyland.

"Do you want to get married someday?" He inquired, hope laced in his tone. Although the both of them had spoken about this before, he wanted to make sure. She hesitated for a second, but eventually nodded.

"Yes. As long as it's you." The man blushed and they could hear members of the crew letting out small 'aw's' as they watched them both intently.

"Or Tom Holland, to be honest."

"You just had to ruin the moment." He said moving on while (Y/N) giggled quietly at his disappointment. He swore he heard the serious, monotoned man laugh too.

"The internet made several memes about me after I gushed about your tattoo you got with Emma during our autocomplete interview. Would you get a matching tattoo with me?"

"Of course." Harry’s mouth dropped and turned to the operator for confirmation. He looked up at Harry’s hopeful eyes and nodded. She was telling the truth.

"It's official, everyone, we're getting matching tattoos first thing tomorrow!" Harry deadpanned into the camera, making her publicists laugh in the background.

"You write poems, a lot. I can confirm that," She let out a giggle and nodded her head. "Would you ever write and a poem about me?"

"Um, here’s the thing. I already made a poem or two about hot." She pulled her hair behind her ear nervously. Harry shook his head, his earrings bouncing side to side.

"Which one?" Harry asked childishly, causing her to nervously smile. "Dandelions.” She smiled at the excited boy.

He looked at the camera and mouthed “I knew it”.

"Next… you're known for being a very private person. You've never been public with any of your relationships before me." She nodded. "Out of all these relationships, am I the best boyfriend you've had?" (Y/N) rolled her eyes, expecting to hear the question sooner or later. "Yes, you idiot."

"She's telling the truth." Harry pumped his fist in the air and internally congratulated himself. "I'm so proud of myself, sorry." His cheeks turned red as he noticed everyone waiting for him to get over himself and get on with the next question.

"Before we met, did you listen to any of my songs other than from One Direction?" He rested his head in his palm as he watched her quizzically.

"Um, Duh! I was literally obsessed with you!" She said confidently, thinking back to her fan girl era.

"I already knew the answer to that, I just like hearing her say that she was in love with me." His response made her giggle softly.

"Do you think about the future a lot?"

"All the time."

"Am I in it?" She blushed lightly, "Always."

Harry smirked, repeating one of her previous questions. "Does size matter?"

"You really just took a turn in the opposite direction." She laughed, sending a 'Jim face' towards the camera. "Answer the question! Or else I'm gonna..."

(Y/N) leaned back in her chair as she awaited his answer along with everyone else on set, who was very entertained with the sarcastic couple.

"I'll hit your funny bone. Three times."

"You're adorable." The woman cooed at him while he grumpily pursed his lips. If she were closer, she would've already pinched his cheeks and dramatically rambled on about how cute, soft and innocent he was in front of the camera purposely.

"No, I don't think it does." She repeated his answer from earlier. It was Harry’s turn to roll his eyes. She threw her head back in laughter at his expression and shook her head.

"She's telling the truth." The operator spoke, snapping Harry out of his thoughts. He sent her a skeptical look, while she continued to laugh heavily.

He looked back down at his phone and continued on. "Do you find this man attractive?" Harry had attached a picture to his notes and set his phone flat on the table so the cameras could catch a glimpse of the photo.

It was a photo of Tom Holland at the premiere for his Spider-Man sequel, Spider-Man: Far From Home.

"Duh." She smiled cheekily, blood quickly rushing to her cheeks. Harry groaned as she grabbed his phone and zoomed in to get a better look at all his features. He could practically see her pupils dilate as she stared at the photo.

"Do you think he is more of a heartthrob than me?" She cringed, wondering how she should go about answering this question.

"Yes."

"That's true."

Harry’s jaw went slack. "What!" He shouted with wide eyes. She giggled and raised her hands innocently. "What? Tom Holland is one fine man. You can't get mad at me for that, I mean… look! at! him!" She handed him his phone, zoomed in on Tom's face.

Harry scoffed at her fangirl side coming out as he swallowed heavily.

"Would you leave me for Tom Holland?"

No. (Y/N) thought, holding back a laugh. She thought for a moment. "Yes. Absolutely. 100%. Definitely. No. Questions. Asked." She responded nonchalantly, shrugging her shoulders and leaning back, still being mindful of all the equipment attached to her.

Harry looked down at the metal table and his jaw clenched. She could see his body physically tense as he waited for the polygraph operator to confirm or deny her answer.

"The machine jumped. She's lying."

Harry’s head shot up and he met his girlfriends gaze. She had a small smirk on her face and lifted her hands up to her face as she felt a blush creeping up to her cheeks.

Harry clenched his hands above his head and tilted his head back in his chair, letting out a small yell in triumph. He jumped our of his seat and sized up the camera, getting awfully close.

"You all heard that! I'm done! That's the last question, this couldn't have gone better." He dropped his phone and quickly made his way around the table, being careful not to trip on any wires or break the polygraph machine in any way.

He crouched down and wrapped his arms around her torso, burying his face into the crock of her neck because he couldn't stop his raging smile. "I knew it!"

She looked into the camera, still in her boyfriends embrace and gazed into the camera. She jokingly motioned a 'no' with her hands and mouthed 'Tom, call me', sending the camera a wink and bringing her right hand out with her pinky and thumb sticking out, making it look like a phone and bringing it up to her ear.

Harry felt her movement and looked up at her eyes. She quickly brought her hand to his shoulder and looked down at him as if nothing happened. He placed multiple tiny kisses all around her face, making her crinkle her nose and eyes.

He turned back to the camera for a spilt second. "You heard it here first, (Y/N) (Y/L/N) wouldn't leave me, Harry Styles for Tom Holland! Goodbye! Subscribe to Vanity Fair!" He saluted, still smiling uncontrollably as they both waved at the camera.

#request #afab reader #imagines #reader insert #famous!reader #harry styles x famous!reader #harry styles #harry styles imagine #vanity fair #harry styles x you #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x reader #harry styles x fem!reader

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t. holland | wired

pairings. tom holland x fem!reader

about. tom and (y/n) have been invited to 'wired' for an autocomplete interview.

warnings. not edited, cursing, jealous tom close to the end, inspired by on wattpad (i’ll link them when i find it), not my gif, reader seems kind of mean, clingy tom??, lmk if i missed something!

"Hi, I'm Tom Holland." Tom grinned into the camera. "And I'm Y/N L/N, and you're watching Disney Channel." You used your pointer finger as a glitter wand and horribly sketched the iconic Mickey Mouse ear shape.

"You know I love you." He affirmed, leaning in for a kiss. You swiftly turned your head to the side before his lips could touch yours and stared into the camera.

"Let's get started!"

Tom mumbled incoherent words and picked up a board that leaned against the back of his chair.

"Alright then," he grumbled as he ripped the small piece of paper on the board and read the bold words underneath, "Does Y/N L/N do her own stunts?"

"Uh, Yeah, I do, but I have a wonderful stunt double on set named Marrissa who steps in when Marvel tells me I can't do certain stunts. She is an absolute badass. So anyways, kind of? Yes, I do do my own stunts, but there are just some I cannot do."

"You said do do." Tom immaturely teases, causing you both burst into laughter. You paid no attention to your publicist rolling her eyes at your childishness from the corner of your eye. "Next question!" Tom dramatically turns his head to the board and peels off the next strip of paper.

"Does Y/N L/N have a child?" Tom read aloud. "Um, not that I'm aware of, no." You chuckled. Tom turned to you and shook his head. "What a silly question."

"Does Y/N L/N have any tattoos?" He read. "She does actually, you got it with Mackie and Sebastian right?" He tilted his head to stare at you.

"Right. I can't show it, it's technically a spoiler!" You smirked as you apologised into the camera.

Tom shifted to look at the camera again and covered the side of his mouth, "I've seen it." He smiled cheekily as he whispered it loudly.

"It's not like it's on my ass, Holland. If my incredible makeup artists hadn't covered it so wonderfully today, it would be on camera right now, that's all i'm going to say."

"They have the tattoos on their forearms!" He whispered again, as if he was sharing a life threatening secret to the camera. You rolled your eyes sarcastically. "Tom is just really happy because Mackie and I spoke about it in an interview before him and I met on Ellen and he'd been dying to see it while we started dating."

"That's completely true." You leaned only a few inches and placed a quick kiss to his cheek, which turned a light shade of pink, similar to the shirt he was wearing.

Changing the topic, he pulled off the next piece of sticky paper. "Does Y/N L/N have a boyfriend?"

"Yes, Timothée Chalamet."

"You just said that we were dating 5 seconds ago." He whined. You placed your hand on top of his that was resting on his knee. "Things change, people change." You deadpanned.

Tom rolled his eyes and threw the board with no questions left on it behind him. "My turn!"

A member of the crew silently rushed over to you and handed you a board. You thanked them and turned back to Tom. "Those questions were pretty intense, are you ready for that kind of pressure, Tommy?" You joked. He pretended to contemplate his options and eventually nodded with a determined look smeared on his face.

"Is Tom Holland a nice person?" You read. "Yes." Tom smiled while you silently shook your head and widened your eyes mouthing "no". The actor turned to you and audibly gasped. "You are an asshole!" You giggled.

"She loves me, I promise."

"Is Tom Holland perfect?" You smiled. "Uh, no, I'm not perfect. No one's perfect." Tom responded. "Wrong. There is a perfect person on this earth. Her name is Tessa Holland." You stated matter of factuality

"Of course you think that." He scoffed. "It's the truth, love." You reached out and pushed a stray curl away from his eyes. You caressed his cheek with your thumb and grinned while he continued to pout.

You pulled your hand away from his face and ripped off the following piece of paper off the cardboard. "Is Tom Holland a good actor?" His face visibly lit up after you read the question. He'd always get this way when speaking about his music, which you admired. "Yes, I am, actually. No, I’m kidding, that’s for you to decide!”

“I think you’re an incredible actor, but I’m pretty sure that I count as biased.”

You grabbed his hand that was still around your shoulders and kissed the back of it before reading, "Is Tom Holland in Uncharted?"

Tom looked down for a second before staring into the camera again, "Uh, yeah! I play Nathan Drake, and uh, it was very fun filming it, go watch it on Netflix now!"

"Good shameless plug." You complimented and nudged his elbow. "Thank you, I try." You chuckled and shook your head. "Next!"

"Is Tom Holland a twin?" You sighed and placed your fingers on your forehead, as if you had a fever. "Could you imagine if he was?" You gushed dramatically.

He blushed and shook his head for the millionth time that interview, “I'm not a twin, but I do have twin brothers!." Y/N smiled at the memory of meeting Tom’s kind, welcoming brothers for the first time.

"That's it for this board!" You cheered and broke it against your knee in one try. Tom’s glance flickered from you to the camera and then back to you, all with a shocked expression.

"That was hot."

"Wow, my boyfriend is so charming and poetic." You snorted.

He observed that the next board had different interrogative words, unlike the last two which were all the same.

"Alright, when did... Y/N L/N audition for The Falcon and The Winter Soldier?" He read aloud. “I auditioned for the show about 2 or 3 years ago? It's hard to remember, I just know it's been a very long time since then." You answered, holding up a proud thumbs up.

"I'm proud of you, Y/N/N." Tom exclaimed honestly, looking at you with gleaming eyes. Y/S/N stans would always comment on recent interviews and make Instagram posts dedicated to the way you and Tom would look at each other as if you hung up all the stars in the sky for one another. You knew this would be the next moment they'd post about. It was sweet.

Tom began to lean in but you backed away, "PDA! We have to keep this child friendly!" Tom groaned at your annoying childlike mood and once again pulled back and straightened himself in his seat.

He peeled the next strip of paper off the board, "Why doesn't Y/N L/N drink alcohol?" Tom read out to the camera. A few months ago, a video of you rejecting alcohol and instead ordering a lemonade while having lunch in Atlanta with Sebastian, Anthony and Daniel Brühl went viral, and you had no idea how or why.

There were articles assuming you were previously addicted, your parents had problems with alcohol in the past that caused you trauma, you were pregnant. all of the sorts really, when the real reason why you declined ordering a drink with the guys was because you just never thought about drinking alcohol.

"There’s really no real reason why I don’t drink alcohol. I guess because I never really wanted to? I don’t know."

Tom sat properly in his chair again, getting ready to read the next question, "Okay, how lovely. Last one." He ripped off the piece of paper quickly. "What is Y/N L/N doing right now?" He furrowed his eyebrows. "That's such a creepy, personal question. Who would search th-" Tom began to rant before you cut him off.

"Easy answer. Thinking about Timothée Chalamet." You spoke, shrugging as if it was obvious. Tom mouth fell open as he processed your love for another actor.

In the midst of his twinging jealousy, he instinctively tilted Y/N's chin that facing the camera towards his face and pressed a powerful kiss to your lips.

"Tommy, stop. PDA!" You mumbled against his lips as you tried to back up. Tom disconnected his lips from yours and turned his face towards the camera.

"Subscribe to WIRED, big thanks for watching, goodbye!" He saluted towards the camera and shifted back towards you, covering your faces with the cardboard that was in his lap and finally pressing a real kiss to your lips.

#request #imagines #afab reader #reader insert #famous!reader #tom holland x famous!reader #tom holland x actress!reader #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x you

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WIP LIST

there are no promises that all of these will get finished and posted, this is just so you can see what i'm currently working on.

mike wheeler x fem!reader

mike has been leading (y/n) on for years, even when he was dating eleven. she's finally had enough of his mind games when she overhears a conversation between him and the party.

finn wolfhard x fem!reader

in the year 2017, a few kids from the cast of 'it' decided to make a youtube video about why you should become vegan. it is now 2020 and those former cast mates have reunited and are now making a part two of the very cringey video.

finn wolfhard x fem!reader

(y/n) and finn walk in on drew and enya being 'ipad babies".

#current wip #work in progress #wip list

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voguescapes · 2 years

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You should make emoji anons!!!

i feel like if i made emoji anons no one would want to be one so i'll make an emoji anon list for yall and i'll see how it goes 😭

#emoji anons

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finn wolfhard social media au with jules leblanc as the face claim? also i love your writing so much you’re my favorite tumblr account!

sittin pretty | f. wolfhard

pairings. finn wolfhard x reader

about. a short instagram au

fc. jules leblanc

warnings. none

note: this is short because i didn’t know that else to add

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timothee cheating on reader and she basically goes crazy? if you want to you can make it a song fic with the song we belong together by ritchie valens? take your time and i love your writing so much ❤️

traitor | t. chalamet

pairings. timothée chalamet x reader (no gender mentioned)

about. timothée cheats on (y/n), leading to unexpected consequences.

warnings. reader is kind of crazy, character death, mentions of cheating, not my gif, unedited work, let me know if i missed something.

note: i’m sorry that my writings have been short but i’m going to start making longer ones soon! also, thanks for 55 followers! i’ll make a celebration at 60!! i’m sorry for the ending it went with the song 😢 this is supposed to be angsty but it’s actually funny so sorry about that

he cheated. if i can't have him, no one can. he didn't know that i caught him yet. he thought that he was going to get away with it. after timothée fell asleep, i went over the plan.

i got dressed, and went into the kitchen to get a glass of water. i grabbed a rohypnol that was in the bottom drawer of my nightstand and slipped into his water.

i shake timothée awake and tell him to drink the water.

you're mine, your lips belong to me yes, they belong to only me for eternity

"why?" he said yawning. "your voice sounded a bit sore this morning." i said smiling at him. he looked up at me and smiled a little. those brown eyes, i was going to miss looking at them when i woke up. those perfectly plump lips, i was going to miss kissing them. and those curls that always would fall to his face, i was going to miss tangling my hands in them. most of all, i was going to miss him, but cheaters get what they deserve.

after about 5 minutes of talking, he slowly falls unconscious. the hardest thing was dragging him to the car. once i finally managed to get him to the car, i put him in the backseat of the car and tie his arms and legs up with ropes and put a gag in his mouth. i start driving to a remote location and when i got there, i parked on the side walk.

you're my, my baby and you'll always be i swear by everything i own you'll always, always be mine

i drag him by his arms inside of a gate leading to an abandoned cabin. i drag his body into the empty cabin and tie him up into the wooden chair that's sitting directly in the middle of the cabin.

i make myself comfortable for the next twenty minutes or so until i finally see him wake up. "ugh, finally you're awake, you hobo!" i say as i position myself up straight. i walk up to him and take the gag out of his mouth.

"(y/n), where are we? what are you doing? hobo?" timothèe asked with the most confused look on his face.

"you cheated on me!" i walked over to him and sat on his lap looking at him directly in his eyes. he was starting to cry.

“wait, let’s talk about this!” he pleaded.

i only smiled at his request. “there’s not enough time to talk, timmy.”

i kissed him and stood up. he sat there; head down and crying. i lit a cigarette and grabbed the tank filled with gasoline, pouring it around the shed. “i love you, timmy.” i whispered for the last time ever.

you're mine and we belong together yes, we belong together for eternity

i step out of the cabin and flick the still-lit cigarette onto the cabin floor. "i love you timmy, you’ll always be mine, and only mine. for eternity." i say as i walk away hearing his screams.

it was 7 in the morning when i heard a knock on the door. i immediately knew who it was. i got up and was ready to get away with murder. i walked downstairs and opened the door seeing a police officer at the front door.

"did you find him yet?" i questioned, sounding worried. i told the cops i haven't seen him in two days and they've been searching for him ever since.

"can i come in?" he asked. i opened the door more wider to let him in. i directed him to the living room to have a seat.

"we… we found his remains in an isolated location, about 50 miles away from here.." i put my hand on my chest and started crying; staying in character.

traitor.

#request #timothee fanfic #timothee x reader #timothee x y/n #timothee chalamet #timothee chalamet imagine #angst #gender neutral reader #timothee chalamet x reader #timothee chalamet x you #imagines

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hihi!! if your asks are still open could i please request a finn x reader where reader is an actor / actress and an interviewer makes a disrespectful remark and finn kind of snaps? and maybe they aren’t quite public with their relationship so y/n’s trying to stop him 👀

vulnerable | f. wolfhard

pairings. finn wolfhard x fem!reader , louis partridge x reader (past)

about. finn takes up for (y/n) when the interviewer begins to cross boundaries.

warnings. reader getting bullied, mentions of anxiety attack, not my gif, let me know if i missed something.

note: this is really short cause i got lazy at the end and yes, i hate the ending. i also think that i answered this request wrong but i don’t know

“Good afternoon, everyone! Today we are here actor and actress Finn Wolfhard and (Y/N) (Y/L/N)!” The crowd cheered loudly, making them both grin bashfully as they appeared on stage. They waved gratefully and blew little kisses towards the crowd.

After a few more minutes of greetings, the journalist grabbed a pile of flash cards, stacking them together.

The camera panned over to (Y/N)‘s face as the interviewer began to speak, "Let’s start with you first, (Y/N). We've all heard about the breakup from a while ago, I mean it's everywhere. This is like a- a tragedy, am I right?" The audience laughed, the actress only nodding her head at the comment. "I mean, not only did you fall in love with Louis on the set, which by the way, it’s the biggest mistake an actress can make."

She took a deep breath, making sure to think before she spoke. "I mean there was nothing I could really do." She looked down for a second, not being able to get a lot words out. Finn hesitated on grabbing her hand, not wanting people to speculate anything.

“Can you tell us more about the break up?” The interview questioned again.

"Well for days at a time, I felt numb. Every day got harder, and the days felt longer. I felt alone in a room full of people. It felt like a battery inside of me was . . . running low, I guess you could say."

"I see you're not taking this situation lightly!" He laughed again, not taking her statement as seriously as he should have. "And how are you feeling at this very moment?"

"Dumb," She muttered out.

“Like I said, falling in love with your co star is a huge mistake." Tears slowly slid down her face, "I don't want to talk about it, I'm sorry."

The man continued to chuckle at her vulnerability, “Well this is an interview, so I’m supposed to ask these types of questions. Now, do you have anything to say to Louis right now?”

Finn was quick to step in this time, “She clearly said that she didn’t want to talk about it.”

“Finn, it’s fine!” (Y/N) chimed in, not wanting the situation to get out of hand. “No, it’s not fine! Do you know what no means?” He continued to yell at the interviewer.

The actress grabbed his hand and made him face her, “It’s okay, i’m alright.” She reassured him. The two were quick to leave the interview, not wasting another minute.

“Do you think people are on to us?” (Y/N) asked in the car, breaking off the uncomfortable silence.

“I don’t really care anymore, honestly. I want to tell the world that you’re mine.”

You smiled at his words, “I would love that.”

a/n. this isn’t my best work because i started school and i’m also writing a wattpad story but i’ll try and write more on here on the weekends

#request #afab reader #finn wolfhard x reader #imagines #reader insert #finn wolfhard #actress #actress!reader #famous!reader #finn wolfhard x fem!reader #oneshots #louis partridge

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