EVAN PETERS and ARIANA GRANDE in Ariana Grande's music video "We can't be friends (Wait for your love)" (2024)

the female urge to obsess over a fictional character or artist and suddenly have your entire fyp full of his edits, a pinterest board exclusively about it, a03/wattpad/tumblr full of fanfics, your gallery full with its photos and talk about him to your friends an mum like he is your boyfriend

Sixteen Candles | Ariana Grande - We can't be friends (Wait for your love) 

Me reading fanfics when i should be asleep 💀

evan peters & ariana grande behind the scenes of "we can't be friends (wait for your love)"

a party guy

Colin Zabel x Fem!Reader ♥️

a/n: my second favorite man he’s too sweet for this world😔 also babies which were waiting for this fic: @hyperharlz @witchyykitten @scene-and-dandylover

summary: Colin tells you he’s not a party guy. you prove it wrong ;)

warnings: KISSES…and fluff. also ‼️NOT PROOFED‼️

(pics from pinterest)

Typical pop music played on the background, as you wandered through the hall, frowning slightly. Your ears ached already because of the loud sounds, and you really wanted to find a quiet place, but most of all, you wanted to finally find Colin.

It was the corporate Christmas party. Something, that everyone hated, but still took a part of it every year. Every year you promised yourself, that it’s the last time you go on this shit, but you still kept doing it. Maybe, sometimes you just needed some light head in your life, you know? Especially while working at the police station. 

But right now your head wasn’t light. It ached.

All your colleagues were already far behind you, when you finally approached a dark door, which was closed. You placed your fingers around the door handle and pulled it down, opening the door and walking inside with a sigh of relief as you heard that music finally became quieter. 

To your surprise, you were met by a pair of familiar dark eyes.

Finally. You found him.

“Why aren’t you with everyone, having fun?” Colin asked you, quickly looking away, but you have already noticed how his eyes lit up when he saw you.

You didn’t even know what a room it was. There was just a table in the corner, some plastic chairs, a window with jalousie… everything is grey, and nothing special. Colin was sitting on one of these chairs, scrolling through his phone, when you walked over and took a seat next to him, sighing tiredly.

“I can ask you the same.” You scoffed, looking at the detective in front of you. The music was still heard, but - fortunately - not so loud.

“I’m not a party guy.” Colin chuckled, showing you his adorable dimples, which you secretly adored all this time you was working at the station. He placed his phone on the table, not turning it off.

“Why did you go here then?” You asked, glancing at his phone. You saw a small text and immediately recognised the document about the case which you both still couldn’t solve.

“Just to see you.” He thought to himself, but instead of saying it aloud, just rubbed his eyes tiredly. You decided not to push harder, seeing how exhausted he was.

“You need to relax.” You said, your heart ached for your co-worker.

“I know.” Colin mumbled, sighing and looking at you. His eyes lingered at your face, your beautiful frame… God, you were making him about to faint. “Those murders are driving me insane.”

You got up from your chair suddenly, grabbing his hand and pulling him up from his seat. His eyes widened as you touched him.

What should he do? Should he squeeze your hand? Should h-

“Now, Colin”, you said with a smile, letting go of his hand (his eyes followed this motion sadly) and then turning the lights off. “Here’s our own little party.”

You two were standing in front of each other in the dim, small room, with just some quiet music on the background, listening to the laughter of the crowd in the hall. Colin gulped nervously.

He always got nervous when you two stayed alone at the police station, while working on your case, how was he supposed to feel RIGHT NOW, when you two were alone in a closed room and no one could disturb you???

“What?” He just breathed out with a small smile, not able to look away from your eyes. Honestly, everything was wrong! He had his own plan. Well, not plan. He had his own fantasy about this evening. How he would walk over to you, send you a charming smile and murmur something like “wanna dance” or just grab y-

“Come on, detective! Show me your dance skills.” You pleaded, wrapping your hands around his arm and shaking it slightly, giggling. Oh you always wanted to create a move where you could touch him. “Just let yourself relax.”

“Are you trying to get me to fall for you?” 

As if he wasn’t already.

The words slipped down from his tongue before he could even think twice about it. Your eyes widened in misunderstanding.

“What? N-“

“I’m so sorry! I was juST JOKIN-“ He immediately lifted his hands as he saw your confused face, trying to excuse, but you bursted out laughing, making him close his mouth in confusion but relief too.

“Just move your ass already.”

“I’m a terrible dancer.”

“Me too.”

“Maybe we shouldn’t-“

“Colin?”

You glanced at him with your magical eyes. These eyes mesmerized Colin every time he looked in them, and this moment wasn’t an exception. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his pounding heart down and not to show you what a rush of love    emotions he was feeling right now.

“Don’t laugh at me.” He breathed out.

“At this party we don’t judge anyone.” You smiled, already starting to slightly rock your body, and Colin followed your example, his eyes never left you. God, how stupid he was looking right now, he didn’t care while he was with you though. If he had to dance all night like a true idiot but it meant that he would be with you, he would gladly do it.

“See? Not that bad!” You encouraged him, giggling. “Maybe you’re a party guy.”

“Well, I definitely like this party better than the rest.” Colin chuckled, continuing his movements, the embarrassment was almost gone. “The song is nice.”

“Of course it is! It’s ABBA.” You got even closer to him, and poor man almost fell down, when your arms bumped into each other suddenly. Honestly, you didn’t think that he looked stupid: he finally looked free and relaxed, and you were glad to see him like that.

“Don’t you know the lyrics?” You asked, while the music was heading to end.

“Obviously I don’t.” He answered, ready for the next song. 

Well, he thought he was ready.

He wasn’t.

He wasn’t, because it was a song for the slow dance, and you both literally froze because of the sudden change of the mood at the party behind the door. Colin’s cheeks flushed red, and he was thankful to the dimness of the room, which was hiding his blush.

“Do you want you…”

“Yes.” He cut you off, immediately stepping closer. Without any hesitation he grabbed your hand, and you found yourself getting red.

You wanted to ask him if he was up to grab some drinks.

But if he wanted to dance with you like this… how could you say no to a handsome, kind and single detective? To the best man you’ve ever met? 

You just bit your lower lip and nodded, placing your free hand on his shoulder, and Colin had to take a deep, deep breath not to show you all his nervousness. He literally prayed not to mess everything up right now, at this moment, which he was waiting for. The second he put his other hand on your waist, he was about to pass out. His heart was pounding so hard, he could swear you could feel it because of the closeness you two were sharing. 

He gulped, when you started to sway slowly, and goddamn, he wanted to literally disappear when he felt his palm getting sweaty. You couldn’t look him in the eyes - he, on the contrary, was staring at your face in awe.

“You look beautiful.” He suddenly blurted after a few moments of the awkward silence, making you giggle. The butterflies in his stomach were crazy.

“You’re quickly getting into the mood.” You joked, trying to light the mood and make things less weird.

“Am I?” He chuckled, his adorable dimples were seemed again.

“I think so.”

He was much taller than you, so when you finally decided to look up in his eyes, you felt uncomfortable tenseness in your neck. Still, you didn’t pay much attention to it as long as you could see his dark, almost black and your absolutely favorite eyes. You both kept silence, listening to the slow music and absolutely enjoying being so close to each other, smiling slightly like teenagers in love. What was it about him what made your heart ache?

“You’re a good dancer.” You said almost in a whisper, completely mesmerizing by him.

“It’s all thanks to you.” He answered with a giggle, not able to take his eyes off you. “I wanna say something dumb.”

“You’ll ruin the mood!” You chuckled back.

“Oh come on!” Colin laughed. “I danced for you, and now you can’t allow me just sa-“

“Go ahead already.” You rolled your eyes playfully.

“I wanna kiss you.”

Boom.

You both froze. You - with wide, shocked eyes, and he - with a goofy smile on his face. The next second you switched positions: your face literally beamed, while Colin looked at you with embarrassment.

“Goddamn I’m so sorry I didn’t know what I-“ 

“Please do.”

Boom. 2x. 

What did you just say? With a second to completely process your words, Colin let out a shaky breath in disbelief. He blinked for a few times, looking in your eyes and definitely seeing in them an approval to make a move. So, the next moment, he smashed his lips against yours without any hesitation, already closing his eyes. He felt like he was floating. Your soft lips with your sweet lipgloss, your hand on his shoulder, your other hand on his hand, your body close to his body, your skin is the softest, the kiss, that you both shared - the sweetest. After a moment it became hungrier, he pulled you impossibly closer to himself, savouring the taste of your lips on his. Your head were spinning - was everything even real? But goddamn it was.

Closing your eyes, you let your fingers slip into his short, dark hair, scratching his scalp slightly and making him exhale through the nose. The slow, gentle movements of his lips were driving you insane, and when you but his lower lip slightly he squeezed your body close to his so tight you could barely breath, though you didn’t mind. You both slowly made your way to the nearest wall and pressed your back against it, now standing beside the door. He finally pulled away with a small gasp, looking in your eyes like a puppy, and you melted under his gaze.

“Should’ve done it so much earlier.” He whispered, smiling like an idiot, as your hands gripped onto the collar of his shirt, making him lean down again.

“Wanna do it again?” You smirked back, and without an answer Colin was already kissing you again with more passion. You closed your eyes again, still smiling against his lips.

Suddenly, the door opened slightly, making a small gap, and one of your friends peeked inside, but you and Colin were to busy to pay much attention to it.

“Y/N, you here? Where- OH MY-“ Colin cut your friend off by blindly shutting the door, not pulling away from you even for a second.

What a night.

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a/n: thank you for reading !! <3

Tease (Tate Langdon x fem!reader)

Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, smut, masturbation, dry humping, needy!Tate

Word count: 1360

You were sitting in your room in the middle of the night. The only source of light was your laptop and table lamp. You had a few hours before sunrise to finish your essay for college which you were putting off for too long. Deadline was in a couple of days, so you had to put yourself together and finish this task despite your sleeping brain.

ALBAN LENOIR AKA (2023)

under the mistletoe

modern!eddie munson x fem!reader (college au)

2.6k

summary: a holiday party, a sweet gift exchange, and an even sweeter kiss

cw: mentions of alcohol, v brief mentions of weed smoking, fluff

“If Steve and Chrissy kiss one more time under that mistletoe, I’m gonna barf,” Eddie mumbles around his glass of eggnog.

“Oh, come on, I think it’s sweet,” Robin says, elbowing him in the side. “Stop being such a downer.”

You look in the direction of the couple under scrutiny, watching as Chrissy perches herself on her tiptoes to plant a kiss on Steve’s waiting mouth. It is sweet, sickeningly so, if you’re honest. Maybe that’s where Eddie’s coming from…

FLEABAG: S02E01 SAM SAX: HYDROPHOBIA

ANDREW SCOTT as THE PRIEST in Fleabag (2016-2019)

fanfiction writers are the literal backbone of society

BRAND NEW PICS..

2023 French Open-Day Fifteen(2023) pic..

Quick summary: She gets the call, and she’s back to work. The reader faces a crisis of morality on her first job back.

Word count: 17.8K (quite tame)

Warnings: Depictions of violence and injury; themes of assassination (yes, we are the assassin here); the IMF being manipulative and disgusting; lots of longing with Ethan that will be frustrating for you; some allusions to smut 😩😩; lots of swearing, but you know that’s a given by now 🫶.

A/N: Yayyyy, another chapter. You think this is gonna be a happier one? Think again. Yes, they do fuck a little, but I’m greatly sorry for the angst I am going to put them through. Side note: I am fucking beyond excited for autumn, oh, my God. Time to binge Gilmore Girls WOO!!

Chapters: Part one, part two, part three, part four, part five, part six, part seven, part eight, part nine, part ten.

summary: During a high-stakes mission, you and Ethan are being closed in on by the enemy. When shots are fired and you suddenly jump in front of a bullet for Ethan, the agent is left speechless and horrified at the thought of losing you, he can't help but find it adorable that you're still mouthy, even when wounded.

pairing: Ethan Hunt x Female!Agent!Reader

warnings: gunshot/nonfatal, semi-angst, fluffy end

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“You’re going to stay right here. Do you understand me?” Ethan looked at you, holding your face. You glance between him and the gun that’s in his hand, the enemy closing in on the two of you. Knowing it was useless to argue with the IMF agent, you simply nodded your head.

Ethan pressed his lips to your forehead, preparing to rush into the field of intense danger and pick off the last few guys. When he made it to you, he discovered you strapped to a chair with restraints galore. He had them unfastened in under a minute, but now you two needed to get out of here alive, or else all of this was simply for nothing. 

You saw the enemy before Ethan did. He had his handgun pulled, aimed directly for the side of Ethan’s head. You knew that if you screamed, the man would fire more quickly. So, instead, you watched. You saw when the man placed his finger on the solid trigger. 

Play Pretend | Eddie Munson

Summary: To escape the likes of Jason Carver, the reader has to play a little game of pretend with Eddie Munson himself.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Warning: sexual tension, swearing, some kissing, fake relationship

Type: Oneshot

Word Count: 4,647 words

It had been one hell of a day and it was only lunchtime. During first period, Jason Carver had gone to extreme lengths to pass a note across the room to Y/n L/n. It read something along the lines of ‘meet me by the lockers after class.”

In response to reading the note, Y/n turned her head to look over her shoulder. She immediately spotted were the basketball jock was seated near the back of the class. He sent her a sly smile and a wink.

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