I made up the sisters name, please don't hate. its also gonna be short as fuck because I have prelim and am busy studying and stuff but I felt bad for not posting );
requested; yes, ages ago, I'm so sorry !!
word count; 440
pairing; simon x reader
warnings; nah
when I say that everyone wanted Simon and I to date, I meant everyone.
there wasn't a day that wen by where if we were hanging out together we got smirking faces looking in our direction, or the occasional ‘aw what a sweet couple’ from strangers.
today was just another one of those days.
my baby (not really a baby) sister, luna, was staying at my apartment for the weekend. having to go back to school fairly soon, she wanted to spend some quality time with her old her sister before it was back to burying her nose in a book for 6 hours a day. desperate to meet the boys, especially Simon, I had arranged for us all to go grab some lunch and watch a movie at my apartment.
currently sitting on the couch of my living room, majority of the group had already arrived. Chinese food laid out across the small coffee table I had, tobi, vikk, josh and Ethan crowded around the small table as they all picked out what they wanted.
I sat quietly on the couch, luna sitting to my right and Simon sitting close by on my left. my sister kept eyeing us, a smirk plastered across her face. I was not taking shit from a 12 year old, not today.
so I looked at her and just glared. she giggled, her eye dropping into a wink. where the fuck was this coming from.
suddenly, I felt an around wrap around my shoulder and pull me closer into a body. I blushed, feeling flustered before peering up at Simon, a small smile tugging at my lips. I saw a smile play at Simons lips, but he didn't look at me.
“hey love birds, are you gonna eat or not?” luna asked.
I hadn't realised that she had moved from beside me to grab her own lunch. I was too caught up in staring at Simon to even realise.
so I awkwardly cleared my throat before pulling away from his embrace. I grab some rice and chicken before sitting back down beside Simon. he had decided to just share mine, so I had gotten enough for the two of use.
Ethan snickered, looking at both Simon and myself before muttering something along the lines of ‘just fuck already’. I rolled my eyes before I started eating, having Simon pick at the food every now and again.
after finishing, we all decided to watch a movie. luna being the youngest, we settled on some Disney movie none of us has seen in forever.
warnings; none really (a lil baby bit of swearing)
pairing; simon x reader, lachlan x reader (platonic)
word count; i dunno tbh
requested; yesss
“so you know how you said you wanted to date?”
i heard simon call out from behind me as i sat on the couch playing a bullshit easy game of call of duty free for all.
“uh yeah, why?” i grumbled, looking at the leader board only to be on the top yet again.
i left the lobby when the game finished, turning to look at the tall male.
“well i think i might know someone you might like.” he stated, plopping down on the couch beside me and picking up my controller. he joined a new lobby, chucking his lanky leg across my lap.
“yeah? who might this mystery boy be?” i asked, my eyes glued to the screen as i watched him easily kill three people in a row, all with headshots.
“remember lachlan? you met him at upload last year.” he asked, his tongue poking out the side of his mouth.
i nodded, humming in response.
“cute blonde? aussie?” i confirmed.
“well, he's coming back around to london for upload this year. i could set you up while he’s out here?” simon suggested, leaving the lobby early. “what easy bullshit.” he groaned.
i agreed to the set up. after all, i had been wanting to date for a little while.
date day
after applying the last layer of my pretty dark red lipstick, i looked at myself in the mirror.
today was the day. i was giving lachlan a shot. who knows, maybe i’ll actually genuinely like him?
i flattened my pretty red sundress, ruffling my curled hair before tugging it to flow over my shoulder nicely. i picked up my purse just as i heard a knock on my apartment door. letting out a deep breath i didn't know i was holding, i strapped up my heels and walked towards the door. i swung it open, smiling at the australian boy.
“hi.”
simon’s pov
i’m such a pussy.
lachlan. of course she was gonna take a liking to lachlan. he's fucking australian, who doesn't love an australian? i’ve completely demolished my chances with her.
all i’ve done tonight is watch through their snapchat stories. fucker took her to an italian restaurant. how’d he know it was her favourite? he’s probably wooing her with his accent and love for fucking kangaroos.
i should’ve just told her then and there that i liked her. i should’ve walked in there like some confident lil man and been all like ‘hey (y/n), i’ve got you a date. i’ll pick you up at 7.’ but no, i set her up with lachlan.
she looked so gorgeous. that dress suit her so perfectly, and her hair. gosh. i just wanted to run my fingers through it.
i’m not gonna just sit here moping for the rest of the night. i was gonna tell her. tonight. i hopped up off the couch, collecting my keys and drove to her apartment block as quick as i possibly could. i sat in front of her door, leaning my head against it until she came back.
“si, what're you doing here?” she asked, frowning slightly.
this isn't requested, but i’ve had this idea but i was gonna ask someone else to write it because my writing has literally gone to shit. but basically you're doing work placement/apprenticeship on the spiderman set. you’re like 17/18 (if you're not use you're imagination) and tom flirts and yeah lets give it a go. i’ll probably worth half of this and then went and listens to blind or some rap and then came back to this like four days later. i’ll stick to acting instead of writing thnx. PS m’ sorry if some of the terminology I use you don't understand, I'm a drama student so there might be some terminology (probably not though).
requested; nah boi
pairing; tom x reader
warnings; terrible flirting
word count; 950 words
to say i was shitting myself was an understatement.
big place means big actors. the only actors i had ever been associated with were the ones in my drama class.
work placement week. i had managed to snag this really cool opportunity working on the set of the new Spider-Man: Homecoming movie.
i fiddled with the straps of my backpack as i walked through the very large buildings, trying to find the right place. i couldn't focus on just one spot, my eyes were flickering between buildings, sets and a few golf carts that zoomed passed every minute or so.
first day, and no doubt i was already lost.
i almost jumped out of my own skin when i heard a car horn beep beside me. my head quickly flung itself in the directing of the sound, brushing a few loose strands of hair behind my ear.
“lost?’ a tall, curly haired brunette asked me.
i coughed awkwardly, nodding my head shyly. cut the crap (y/n), get out of your comfort zone. be cool, you're with cool people. i handed her the small map and schedule that i had been holding in my hands, rocking back and forth on the heels and balls of my feet.
“lucky you! you’re on the spider-man homecoming set with none other than myself. hop in.” she shot me a toothy grin, calming my nerves a little bit.
i hopped into the cart, taking back my schedule before letting out a breath i didnt know i had been holding.
“im zendaya by the way. i play a character named michelle.” she introduced, holding her hand out for me to shake.
i took her hand, giving it a firm shaking before introducing myself. “i’m (y/n).”
“well, welcome to LA.”
it didnt take very long for us to reach set, hopping of the cart when we reached the right place. i inhaled deeply, taking in my new surroundings. my eyes quickly flickered between multiple things, lights, cameras, actors. i noticed that zendaya had already started walking, so i quickly followed behind her. I didnt want to make a bad impression on only my first day.
zendaya started by introducing me to the director, jon, before introducing me to a few of the background actors and people on set. i was supposed to be helping out with the filming, but when I wasn't behind a camera I was running errands (such as getting coffee or fetching a prop or fixing costume.)
zendaya tugged on my arm as she led me towards a group of people standing by the set. I anxiously twiddled my thumb around my pointer finger of my right hand as I was being tugged, almost stumbling over my feet quite a few times.
“guys, this is (y/n). (y/n), meet the some of the cast, laura, jacob, tom and his best buddy haz. he's a background actor in a scene, none the less and actor.” I shyly waved as she introduced me before I was met with a tight, boa constrictor like hug from Jacob.
“hi, I'm Jacob. I'm the coolest person here, so if you wanna make it big just chill with me. don't hang with tom though, he's a loser.” he stated, loosely yet comfortingly draping his arm over my shoulder.
a male with deep brown eyes and curly brown locks, who I assumed was tom, pulled an offended expression before placing both his hands over his heart. “I've been wounded by your words.” he whispered dramatically.
a small giggle left my lips, looking at tom and watching his eye drop into a wink. I felt my cheeks before before I was suddenly being whisked away by the stage director and film crew.
I was told since it was my first day I would only be running errands for crew and cast, which was one by me. I'd rather learn by observation than breaking something on my first day. as I observed, I noticed that they had hardly used any of the things we had ben taught, however he had only ever really been taught theatre.
I was so in my own world of learning and picking up on new terms that I hadn't noticed that they were no longer filming, but on a break.
“whatcha day dreaming about?” I heard a voice speak from before me, yet again causing me to jump out of my skin.
“you guys really need to stop creeping up on me like that.” I whispered, turning to face the brown eyed boy. “I was just comparing this sort of set to a theatre set.” I stated quietly, crossing my arms over my chest.
“and how’re they different?” he asked, probably already knowing the answer.
“well, in theatre theres obviously a stage, generally speaking a proscenium arch. theres a fly tower, with all the backdrops. clearly there isn't one because you have a green screen for that. theres no audience, unless you count crew as audience.” I stopped, realising that I had started to ramble a little bit, a shade of light pink flushing over my cheeks.
dammit (y/n), you’ve just geeked out in front of a cute guy.
“so I was thinking..” I heard him mumble as he looked down at his shoes. “do you wanna maybe go for a coffee run? we’re clearly on a break and we could probably use a coffee, right?” he asked, scratching the back of his neck.
I nodded shyly, a small smile creeping onto my face. “I'd love to.”
as we started walking away from the set to find his car, I notice him turn back out of the corner of my eye.
i was so so so excited to write this! thankyou for the request! also guys, i’m 2 followers away from 1000!!
requested; yes
word count; 522 words
warnings; swearing, its natural
pairing; simon x reader
fuck.
why was i saying fuck?
i was 19 weeks pregnant with simon and i’s baby. simon desperately wanted a baby boy, ya know, one to dress up in a leed’s uniform and teach how to kick a ball. all those ‘boy things’.
he had convinced himself since the moment i told him i was pregnant that our baby was going to be a boy.
“wait you’re pregnant?” he asked, his eyebrows raising in shock.
i nodded my head anxiously, unsure of how he was going to take the new news. was he going to be angry? was he going to leave me? was he just going to storm out? my thought were cut off when some lanky arms wrapped themselves around my waist and picked me up.
“oh my gosh! i’m gonna be a dad!” he yelled, setting me down and dropping to his knees to kiss my tummy.
“hey baby boy, it’s daddy. i already know you’re a boy, its a dad thing.” he whispered.
how was i gonna break it to him?
his poor little heart.
i knew that simon was filming with the boys today, i knew this was going to ruin his mood. i couldn’t even avoid telling him, he knew i had an apointment to find out the sex of our child.
as i made my way back to the sidemen house, i thought up of ways to break it to him easily. i felt fucking terrible to have to break this to him.
“it’s not a boy simon.” i rehearsed, my fingers turning white from how hard i was gripping the steering wheel.
“hi babe, just got back, its not a boy. seeya!”
did i just hand him the picture and let him find out himself? like a knock and run?
i hadn’t realised i had arrived until i had almost missed the turn off into the driveway.
i took a deep breath, rubbing my forehead. i parked the car, stepping out and holding the picutre in my hand.
i slowly walked up to the door, picking up the spare key from behind the flower pot and unlocking the door. “i’m back!” i called out as i entered the house.
all of a sudden i heard heavy footsteps sprinting towards the stairs.
“baby! how’s my boy?” he yelled, running down the stairs and engulfing me in a tight hug.
“um, thats something i’ve got to talk to you about.” i whispered as he set me down.
“what? whats wrong? is he okay? his willy is forming okay right?” he asked, looking down at me with worried eyes.
“we’re having a girl.” i whispered, biting my lip as i looked up at the taller male.
“a what?”
just like when i had first announced my pregnancy, his eyes widened in shock.
“we’re having a baby girl.” i whispered, licking my lips. “i know its not what you wanted, and i’m sorry if you’re disappointed.”
“a baby girl! now i can teach her how to dance, and stil put her in a leeds uniform! and shes gonna look exactly like you. shes gonna be so gorgeous, and...”
cos my writing is shit ha x but thank you lovely! I swear to god if tom or has ever find one of my writings and publicly announce it to the world I will cry of fear and joy. I also have a very big obsession with the song ‘pink + white’ by frank ocean. chuck it a listen. ps I didnt feel comfy with writing about cheating because its something close to my <3 so I kinda put a lil baby twist to it, hope thats okay. AGAIN I USED A LIL BABY BIT OF DRAMA TERMINOLOGY IM SORRY FOR BEING A DRAMA NERD FUCK. this is actual shit I'm so sorry
requested; yuppp
pairing; tom holland x reader
word count; 933 words
warnings; possible swearing, mentions of stitches and blood yuck
another day at the apartment of tom and tessa holland, lounging around in nothing other than one of tom’s sweatshirts and a pair of boy shorts. tom was siting on the lounge, highlighter in his hand, annotating and blocking his script.
I stood in the kitchen, leaning over the kitchen counter with my chin in the palm of my hand, waiting for the water in the kettle to boil so I could make a cup of tea for each of us. my eyes occasionally drifted over to glance over at my boyfriend, admiring the amount of concentration and work he was putting into this up coming movie. admiring the way his glasses sat on the bridge of his nose, or the way his teeth trapped his bottom lip and tugged ever so slightly when he was confused about a line in the script.
I hadn't noticed I was staring until I noticed him looking over at me, a smirk plastered across his lips. I quickly became flustered, turning away and picking up the kettle. I poured myself and tom a cup of tea, smiling when I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist.
“you know if you took a picture, it’d last longer.” he teased, moving my hair to my right and placing a kiss to the back of my shoulder.
I simply rolled my eyes, turning to face the slightly taller male. “a photo wouldn't capture your true beauty.” I whispered, a small smirk now plastered on my own face.
my arms moved to wrap around his neck, causing my (his) sweatshirt to rise ever so slightly. standing on my toes, a reached to kiss his nose.
“you missed.” he whispered, his large hands gripping at my hips as his lips formed into a pout.
just as we both started to lean in, tom’s phone started to buzz on the coffee table. he huffed, quickly pecking my lips before pulling away from the embrace, grabbing his cup of tea and walking off to answer his phone. I watched tom walk back to the lounge room before answering the call and taking his script with him to the bedroom.
I took my cup off tea, making my way to sit where tom had been sitting previously. I could hear mumbles coming from the room, just assuming he was talking business with his manager. I sat quietly on the couch, finishing my cup of tea before standing and making my way over to toms room to collect his cup.
I slowed my movements, hearing another voice on the other side of the phone. a females voice.
“I can't tell her.” I heard him say in a hushed tone.
“you have to, you can't keep hiding this from her. hiding us.”
I froze. I couldn't move. i wanted to scream but nothing would leave my mouth. I was taken out of my trance when I heard my cup smash into pieces. I looked down and then back up at the brown haired, brown eyed male who was already looked at me.
“you're... you're cheating on me?” I whimpered, tears starting to blur my vision.
he quickly stood up, a pained looked spreading across his face. “baby, I swear its not what it sounds like.” he rushed.
“oh you're not sitting in your room, talking to some girl about hiding a fucking relationship?” I shouted, running my fingers through my hair.
“(y/n), please, just listen to me.”
“no! I will not fucking listen to you! you don't deserve to be heard out, you.. you.. you cheater cheater pumpkin eater! you twat! you asshole!” screamed, stomping my foot only for me to let out a yelp.
I'd stepped in the glass.
I turned from him, hiding my tears as I hobbled into the kitchen. I quietly sobbed, reaching for the first aid kit. but of course, I couldn't reach it.
“god dammit!” I yelled in frustration.
I heard a quiet sigh come from behind me, walking over to get the first aid kit for me. I didnt acknowledge him, until I was forced to as he picked me up and placed me on the kitchen counter.
he kneeled down, lifting my foot to inspect as I whimpered at the contact. I cringed as I felt a droplet of blood stream down my foot.
“a few of these are deep, darling. we might have to make a trip to the hospital.”
I sat quietly on an extremely uncomfortable bed covered in tight white sheets and a flat pillow. tom had left the hospital room a few moments ago, claiming that he was hungry and wanted to grab something to eat. meanwhile, I couldn't feel my foot or the needle penetrating my skin. my thumbs rotated around the other, trying to distract myself from the earlier events.
I looked up, hearing tom clear his throat. there he stood, in the middle of the door way, with about four get better balloons and a golden brown teddy bear. a small smile etched its way onto my face, pushing my hair back behind my ear before remembering I was mad at him. tom made his way over to sit on the bed, beside me.
“I didnt cheat (y/n).” he started.
“but I hea-”
“let me finish. I didnt cheat. you overheard me practising my lines with my co-star. my character’s a total douche bag who cheats on his girlfriend and blah blah. I would never do such a thing to you babe.” he explained, snuggling up next to me.
“but I brought you these balloons and a teddy anyways.”
“and then later we got free movie vouchers as an ‘engagement gift.’“ he continued.
just as i looked up at him he looked down at me. his eyes flickered from mine to then my lips.
“please kiss me.”
it had been three weeks since simon and i had filmed together. needless to say, both of our timelines we buzzing. of course simon can cut out the part where i had asked him to kiss me.
we hadn’t spoken since the day of filming. i mean we’ve had small sort of like “good job on the video” and “see ya around” sort of messages but that was it.
the boys were throwing a small house party today, and josh had invited me to swing around and join in.
it was obvious to me by now that my feelings for simon had resurfaced and probably weren’t going to leave any time soon wiht my admitting them.
the night of the party. i was stressing. i was seeing simon again. i was going to confess my feelings for him. fuck. it felt like i was back in high school confessing my feelings for the boy i had been secretly stalking for the past year. not that i had been stalking him.
i did my best to look cute. i really wanted to impress him. i styled my hair in really loose curls, hairspraying it a shit tonne so it would stay that way through out the night. i wore a tight long sleeved black shirt with a v-neck plunge and those rose patches sown in that everyones currently obsessed with. i wore some plain ripped black jeans and my windsor smith black lace up heels.
as for makeup, i went with a bold red lip and just a regular face of makeup. i fixed up my brows and applied some mascara before nailing a winged eyeliner. thanks sarah for the tips.
i looked at myself in the mirror, my anxiety kicking itup a knotch and really starting to make me want to pee myself.
“stop it (y/n). stop being a pussy.” i told myself as a glanced at my reflection.
with a final push of the hair and cleaning of the edges of my lips, i grabbed my purse and exited my house. i had called an uber, because no doubt was i going to get absolutely smashed tonight.
once i arrived at the sidemen house, i thanked my uber driver (who was super nice by the way) and walked up the the front door. to no surprise the door was wide open.
i waltzed on in, instantly being greeted by Vik as he was walking by.
“(y/n)! looking good!” he called out as he walked passed.
i nodded my head in thanks, walking through the hallway and to the living room. this place was way more packed then what i thought it would be.
my eyes scanned across the room before finally landing on him. he was already looking at me. my breath hitched in my throat. fuck. he was walking towards me.
before i could snap out of it, his arm wrapped around my wrist, pulling me away and into some closet in the hallway.
all of a sudden, his lips were on mine.
pulling away after a few moments, we were bothh breathless.
