I love this
alrighty so I’m back. Writing hcs again (sorry) bc I can’t really turn my thoughts into full ENGLISH words
I guess it will change when I move into England, but we have a little time before that so… headcanons, yeah
And I did a little research on frats and soririties and found a shitload of things that I didn’t want to read so I’m writing about what I read
hope you all enjoy! Thanks for reading”
you have been a member of Delta Gamma for a year
the girls there were so sweet and kind and you had a rep of being one of the most beautiful girls in campus
and while most of your sorority sisters would go partying you would stay in studying to keep your scholarship
one of the best things about Delta Gamma was where it was located bc it was so quiet and chill for study hours
until one day
it all started when Sigma Chi decided to move to another house bc the other one was infested with bugs
and for your luck they moved nextdoor
the head of Delta Gamma, Karey, didn’t seem to like that too bc she knew what they said about their parties and it wasn’t good things at all
but she decided to give them a chance
you on other way never liked the idea of being disturbed
for you they were a bunch of horny and crazy teenagers
your old soul talking
“can’t we make them move away?” “no, Y/N, let’s give them a chance. They can’t be that bad” “don’t think so”
and Karey suggested that you all go to their party one night
you whined but she and other sisters insisted
“c’mon Y/N I don’t even recognize you without a bun and your sweats” “you have a problem with my style now?”
even though you weren’t in the mood at all you decided to go
you put your good ripped jeans and a white lace top and your friend Julia made your makeup
your sisters started to call dibs on guys names that you’ve never heard of and you stayed neutral
when you got there you saw the girls heading to the main room being captured in all of those different lights
you watched the movement around you and saw lots of guys wearing the same Sigma Chi shirts and supposed that they were the house owners
there were lots of grinding and make outs there and you even saw Daysia going upstais with a guy
then you decided that you’ve had enough and headed to the kitchen to make yourself a drink
you were looking for the solo cups and started to get angry when you didn’t find them
“you looking for those?”
you looked behind you to find a guy you’ve never seen before holding a new pack of solo cups
“sorry we ran out of them and I just got more” “oh, thanks” “you’re new here?” “me? No. I’m a sophomore” “then we have never met before. I’m Tom” “Y/N”
you served yourself some beer and took a moment to look at his features
damn was he hot
your eyes wandered on his face for a while, taking in his sharp jaw and cheekbones sculpted by angels
and those eyes
“take a picture, darling, it will last longer”
when you thought that couldn’t get better you heard the british accent and melted
“I’m sorry. I was… ok, I was checking you out” “it’s ok, sweetheat. I am too” “checking yourself out?” “checking you out.”
you looked like a tomato by now
that black shirt that he was wearing was so fitting that you just couldn’t take your eyes off
“let’s get out of here”
you took his hand and followed him
Tom guided you outside the house to the streets in a place you’ve never seen before
it was like a soccer field but smaller and had all those lamp posts that made the place look so better
he sat down and tapped the grass for you to sit on too
you spent all night talking about thoughts, stories, theories and personal stuff
you told him about your passions and he seemed to enjoy all of them
he told you that he was english who are you trying to fool with that accent Holland? and that he was majoring performing arts
after talking for a really long time you saw the sun coming up and just laid on the grass with your head resting lightly on his shoulder and fell asleep with him
CAN YOU IMAGINE THIS? SO FUCKING CUTE KILL ME
the next day you woke up and realized that you had to get back to your house and gave Tom a goodbye cheek kiss
when you got home your sisters were sitting on the sofa while talking and eating and they all turned their heads in your direction
“where were you last night” “she was getting soooome” “fuck yeah (y/n)”
you went straight to your room and kept thinking about your beautiful night with the british boy and fell asleep again
your sister Kara woke you up and told that the girls were having a meeting at the living room
that was weird ‘cause meetings were rare and for important stuff
there were only two meetings before and they were about the problem with the tampons fuck they were tough and the cake thief
you went downstairs and found all ya girls forming a circle around the sofas and Karey in the center
she started talking and the tension in the air was evident
she told you about two of the girls who slept with guys from Sigma Chi and that they filmed them while doing it
and about how they posted it on their social medias
you were shocked and felt bad for them
they didn’t deserve those immature boys
“I suggest that we never get close to them again. It’s for our own good. And if you value our womens rights you should follow this new rule”
of course you agreed
the following morning was ordinary and your last class of the day was just cancelled so you went to the café nearby
you ordered the same and sat down on a table while catching up with the today’s lessons and felt a hand on your shoulder
when you turned around you were blessed by the warmest smile you’ve ever seen
“hey darling, what are you up to?”
you invited him to sit up and talked about random shit and classes
“so you’re studying?” “yeah, I know, boring…” “I think it’s lovely that you care about your grades so much.” “don’t you? I mean, they’re our futures” “are they really? ‘Cause I think I’m just looking at mine”
this boy’s smooooooth af
of course you blushed hard
“are you ok, love?” “why would you ask?” “looks like there’s something bothering you” “oh, it’s something that happened yesterday… shitty thing”
he took your hand and it felt better than that night
it felt right
“shall we?”
and you went with him
he took you to the campus amphitheater and guided you to the stage
it was empty and he just made some reverences like he was saluting the imaginary public
“good evening, my fellows. Today I have the greatest (Y/N) with me and she would love to show you her abilities” “Tom, what are you doing?” “c’mon, it’s called acting. I know you can do it” “it’s silly” “I never said it wasn’t”
so you gave up and stepped forward next to him looking at the imaginary crowd and started dancing awkwardly
“that’s what I’m talking about!” “I look ridiculous” “lemme help you”
he pulled you by the waist taking a breath away from you while his face was getting closer to yours
“hands on my neck, love”
you did as he told you to and your faces were so close that you could feel his hot breath on your lips
and you saw him looking at them from time to time
before you could say anything he closed the space between you by sealing a sweet kiss
and gosh, those warm, soft, made of silk lips
the feeling was like he planted all the roses in the world in your empty yard
then you two broke the kiss for air and just smiled at each other like two adorable dorks
“you look good like this” “huh, thanks, Tom” “… but I think you look better with me”
and it was the start of something new it feels so right to be here with you OOOOHhooh
as the days went by you and Tom only got closer
so did the Sigma Chi and Delta Gamma rivalry
the boys didn’t like the complaint that you girls made to the authorities and started to get back at you
first they started to throw parties in school nights not letting anyone sleep
then they put galons of paint in your pool
and they let out lots of real chickens running on your house halls
after that, Karey declared war
your girls changed all of their underwear for grandmas panties and they had to wear nothing for and entire week
then your sister Sara had the idea of putting laxative in their milk by the night and all of their brotherhood had to stay an entire day absent
of course, you stayed out of it
you didn’t like what they did to your friends but you didn’t want to get involved in those pranks
but the rule was still on. No one gets involved with Sigma Chi guys
one boring evening you were studying and Tom sent you a message telling you to open the window spiderman feelings
you saw him there and a smile appeared on your face
“what are you doing here? How did you even get so high?” “I have my abilities, darling. Just like you and your dancing” “shut up”
that night you and him laughed a lot and tried to stay quiet to not alert the other girls even though most of them went to a party
conversations with Tom were always exciting bc you never ran out of topics
but that day you did
and then the only topic spoken between you two was about tongues
and things became hotter and hotter with every inch you got closer
you woke up when the sun rose and felt your head resting on a surface that weren’t your pillow and you were curious about it
A B S
boy this boy
his arm was around you and he was holding you close to his chest while snoring lightly
you smiled at the sight and he started to wake up slowly too
“hey” “hi” “I think I like you more than I thought so”
then you blushed hard but showed him you felt the same by sealing your lips together like you had almost all night long
“hey (Y/N) do you have some tampons? I ran out of… What is that?”
Kasey opened the door without hesitation and saw you and Tom curled up in your bed
and lemme say that her face wasn’t any good
“what’s he doing here?” “Kasey! Close the door! Jeeez” “(Y/N), what’s our first rule?” “what does it have to do with him?” “ask him yourself. We’ll talk about it later”
you looked at Tom and pushed your covers to your bare chest
“what’s she talking about?” “I don’t know” “Tom, where do you live?”
you saw the smile fade away from his face and felt your breath getting heavier
“I swear I have nothing to do with the things that they do to you girls and…” “are you fucking kidding me? You’re from the fucking Sigma Chi?” “(Y/N)…” “get out of here, Thomas.”
he didn’t even tried to say anything more
he just grabbed his clothes and put his hand on the doorknob but you stopped him
“go by the window. I don’t want the girls seeing you”
and he did
hey guys so i've just rewatched IT chapters 1 and 2 for like the 1000th time and i'm craving for some reddie content, can anyone recommend your favorite fanfics or even comics? it can be one-shots or not it doesn't matter I just rly miss my boys 😭
#the four horsemen of the gaypocalypse
Wow not gay at all
They’re so married :3
just let the gays kiss, u homophobic cowards
He didn’t intend to say it.
He’d been toying with it the last couple of weeks, rolling it around silently in his mouth, just trying it out.
(He’d whispered it out loud, just once, in the mirror.)
(Maybe twice.)
It was too soon to say it. Mary had only been dead for six months. He and Rosie were only sleeping at Baker Street once or twice a week. He was maybe two months into what would probably be a lifetime of therapy to cope with his anger issues and his betrayal issues and his trust issues and his sexuality issues and fuck, he had a long way to go.
It was too late to say it. He’d let so many chances go by. Even now, after everything–after Moriarty and the Fall; after Mary and Magnussen and the tarmac; after Smith and the morgue and Eurus and the hug–he still didn’t know what to do. Because despite “it’s always you, John Watson” and “the man you have saved” and “that’s why he stays”, John was afraid. He was afraid that he wasn’t the man Sherlock saw. He was afraid he never had been, and even more afraid that he never would be.
So he wasn’t going to say it. Not yet. Not till things were a little more…settled. He’d told Ella as much not thirty minutes before, and had felt certain about the decision the whole way home in the cab.
A low rumble of laughter drifted down the stairs as he closed the front door behind him, followed by his daughter’s shrill shriek of joy. He took the stairs slowly, wrapped up in the sound of their voices, so comfortable together. So…right. (Not yet. Not yet. Soon.) He opened the door to the flat and froze, his field of vision narrowing to the two people standing in front of the fireplace.
Sherlock was wearing slim black trousers (finally filling them out again after months of John and Mrs. Hudson trying to feed him up) and the deep sapphire shirt that had narrowly edged out John’s old purple favorite to currently hold the number one spot on the mental list of favorite Sherlock clothes he would never admit to having. He had Rosie propped on one hip before the mirror and his other hand held her favorite stuffed bee, which he was currently flying about both of their heads while making a buzzing sound low in his throat. Every once in awhile the bee would “land” on Rosie’s flower-printed pajamas. Rosie would fling her arms out in an ineffectual attempt to catch the bee, the bee would “fly away,” and the laughter would follow.
They were the most beautiful sight he had ever seen.
John watched a few more rounds of this, his heart expanding every time, before Rosie spotted him in the mirror. “Da!” She burst out, flailing one arm in his direction. Sherlock looked up, surprised, and their eyes met in the mirror.
“Not often I catch you by surprise,” John managed as they turned to face him. Sherlock’s cheeks flushed, and he waggled the bee.
“Bees, John. Very…diverting.”
“Bee!” Rosie yelled, and Sherlock handed it to her. She held the bee in both arms and dropped her head on Sherlock’s shoulder.
“Very good enunciation, Watson,” Sherlock said, and his now empty hand automatically came up to slide gently over the back of her head. “You’re becoming an excellent apiculturist.”
“I love you.”
John felt his own mouth drop open as he saw Sherlock’s do the same. He watched Sherlock look to Rosie, and then back to John, as if tracking the path of his gaze. John felt an unexpected calm begin to settle over him now that the words were out, so he stepped a little closer and tried it again.
“I love you, Sherlock.” He took a deep breath. “I have loved you so long I hardly remember a time when I didn’t, and I have been waiting to tell you. For years!” His voice broke on the last word, and he cleared his throat. He would get this out. “And now I have been waiting, again, trying to figure out if I can be the person you want me to be. The person you seem to think I am. But…I am, already, aren’t I? You’ve always seen exactly who I was, and loved me anyway.” He felt a grin begin to spread across his face. “Sherlock. You love me.”
Sherlock, who had been silent and staring through his entire speech, nodded. His beautiful eyes were bright and his hands held John’s daughter with unwavering strength and care, and when he spoke, his voice was quiet, and deep, and sure. “Yes, John. I love you.”
It wasn’t too soon.
It wasn’t too late.
It was what it was, and what it was was good.
And now.
And always.
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Saw this and I mean... It just screams Reddie to me...
A novel by me
peter parker doing ‘THAT’ face :3
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