#Tom gonna answer another question after this so hold on my sillies

[ask-the-ew-boys-who-screw-around]

Hey! I'm feeling mischevious.

if the four of you were to square up and fight eachother, who would win? I'm curious 😁

oh and, you guys are awesome!! hope you're doing well

The post Tord was referring to

[thequeendesi]

hiii!! okay forgive me bc i’ve ever actually requested something before but could you write a fluffy fezco vibe where it’s the readers first time smoking (with him, they’ve gotten high before) and they’re being really funny and silly back and forth?

Dating Fez was definitely something… new. You’ve dated nearly all types. The jock, the alternative, the musician, the nerd, and now, the dealer. Surprisingly, he wasn’t your original dealer. You used to buy from sketchy people until your best friend, now estranged, Rue, told you about Fezco O’Niell.

“You wanna hit this, ma?” Fez asked, holding the fresh lit blunt. “Why not?” You shrugged. You weren’t a roller, you didn’t really know how to. Normally, you used a pipe, or a bong. Fez took a hit, then passed to you.

“Thank you.” You said, taking the blunt in between your index and thumb. You took a hit and leaned back against the couch the two of you were sitting on. You blew the smoke out and passed the blunt back to him.

“You ever put food in before a smoke sesh?” You asked him. “Nah. But that’s a good idea. We should’ve done that, huh?” Fez took another hit, passing it back.

“To late now.” You laughed and took another hit. “You ever think about aliens when high?” Fez asked. “Definitely.” You said, before blowing the smoke out.

“You think they fly pass earth and go ‘ew’?” You asked him, passing him the blunt. “I think they purposefully go out of the way to not pass the earth.” You followed up, answering your own question.

“I think all kinds of shit when high, ma.” He took a longer hit. “You know who’d be fun to smoke with?” He asked after blowing the smoke in your face. “Mm? Who?” You asked, looking at him, eyes already half-lidded.

“Adam Sandler. But the character he plays in That’s My Boy.” He answered his question, passing the blunt. “Oh true! I’d smoke with Adam Sandler in general… or like…” you paused before giggling and taking another hit. “I forgot.” You blew out the smoke.

“No no, I got it. My dream smoke circle consists of,” you passed the blunt before holding your hand out. “Seth Rogan, Seth McFarlane, Snoop, Pete Davidson, Adam Sandler, Matthew Lillard, and Tom Kenny.” You listed.

“Tom Kenny? The fool who played SpongeBob?” He asked, hitting the blunt then passing it back to you.

“I feel like he’d keep me laughing.” You shrugged, hitting the blunt, coughing a little.

“Why y’a’int list me?” Fez picked. “I keep you laughin’.” He half smiled. “You do, but I get to smoke with you.” You nudged him, passing it back.

“You ever get to thinking about conspiracy theories?” You asked him, passing him the blunt. “Conspiracy theories? Like Loch Ness and shit?” He questioned, raising an eyebrow.

“Exactly like that.” You said.

“You got one?” He took a hit of the nearly finished blunt. “I do. It’s gonna sound dumb.”

“Nah, lay it on me, mama.” He placed his elbow on the armrest, and held his head up with his hand. “Ok, so, what if all those mythical creatures ‘nd shit existed?” You paused, looking at him while you took a hit, and passed it to him.

“Possible.” He acknowledged. “What if they were real, but, they died and shit.” You said, trying to see if he was following your train of though.

“Mhm?” He took the last hit of the blunt and put it in the ashtray. “And what we see now are their ghosts?” You asked.

“See, you got me. But here’s where you lose me,” he adjusted himself so he was sitting in a way that faced you completely, which had you follow suit.

“What about when people see them in groups, like Bigfoot and shit?”

“Right… maybe they fucked and made more?” You laughed, which made him chuckle. “So this is what you think ‘bout when you smoke?” He asked. “Yup.”

“You think mermaids are real too, dontcha?” He leaned against the couch. “A thousand percent. Yes.” You nodded your head. “What you don’t?”

“No proof.” He shrugged.

“Exactly why I believe.” You added. “Over ninety-somethin’ percent of the ocean ain’t been explored. How do we know they don’t exist?” You questioned his reasoning. “Got me there mama.” He nodded.

“Wanna go get some McDonald’s?” He asked, standing up. “Oh God, yes.”

“You’ll say that later.”

[handsomelyhiddleston]

The Cabin - Tom Hiddleston x Curvy Reader (Part 1/3)

“What’s got you so distracted?” Evans asked Tom.

“Sorry, I just…I had planned on visiting my family again during break, but most of them will be on a cruise for a family friend’s wedding. I know I saw them less than two months ago for Christmas, but I don’t get to see them often anymore.”

“Oh, damn!” Chris replied.

“I know, I’m considering whether or not it’s even worth it to deal with two incredibly long flights going to and from London if I’m not even going to get to see my family.” He said, opening the make-up trailer door for him and Chris.

“Where else were you thinking about spending break?” he asked, plopping down in the make-up chair to start having all of the Captain America washed off for the next two weeks.

“Honestly, I don’t know. I may just take a trip to somewhere much closer by myself.” Tom answered, running his fingers through his hair when his wig was removed.

“If that’s what you WANT to do, cool, but you should just come with me to the cabin.” Chris suggested.

“The cabin?” Tom asked.

“Yeah, my friend Y/N owns a huge cabin and I drag my family up there every few years.” He explained.

“Thank you for the invite, but I couldn’t intrude on your family’s time with you.” Tom politely answered.

“Come on. First, you know my mother loves you. Second, you aren’t intruding on anything.” Chris tried convincing him.

“I really don’t want to be a bother.” Tom felt guilty, knowing how much of a family person Chris was.

“That’s it.” Chris dramatically pulled his cellphone out. “Siri, call Ma!”

“You wouldn’t.” Tom said, struggling to keep a straight face.

“Calling ‘Ma’” Siri’s voice replied. The make-up artists were trying hard to keep their laughs to themselves at this point.

After a few rings, Chris’ mother answered the phone. “Hey sweetie.”

“Hey Ma, I’m here with Hiddleston and I need you to settle an argument.” Chris shot Tom a snarky ‘watch this’ look.

“Tom! How are you, sweetheart?” Chris’ mom Lisa asked.

“I’m doing well, thank you. How have you been?” Tom replied with a grin on his face.

“I’m good, I’m good. Now what are you two arguing about?” She asked.

“Well, Tom isn’t going to get to see his family over filming break.” Chris started to explain.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, sweetheart.” Lisa interrupted. “You should just drive up to Y/n’s with Chris! There’s plenty of room and you know I always make too much food anyhow.”

Chris gave Tom a cocky grin. “That’s exactly what I was telling him, Ma!”

“You’re too kind.” Tom laughed. “I suppose you’ve made an offer I can’t refuse.”

“Don’t be silly. You’re always welcome with us.” Lisa reiterated. “We’re getting ready for bed since our flight is so damn early in the morning, so I’ll see you two tomorrow!”

“Thanks, Ma! Be safe!” Chris answered, hanging up the phone.

“Thank you.” Tom said, getting up from his make-up chair.

“I told you, it’s no biggie. We’re gonna have a blast.” Evans answered.

“When are we leaving?” Tom asked.

“Well, we’ve got a few options.” Chris answered as the two of them left the make-up trailer.

“Go on.”

“They aren’t expecting us there until tomorrow, but if we leave in the next few hours, we’ll actually beat them there.” Chris explained.

“I mean, I’m nowhere near tired.” Tom said, letting Chris know he was down for the drive.

“Same. I’ve been so excited for this trip, I feel wired.” He replied “Wanna pack and meet me at mine?”

“Absolutely.” Tom answered. “Anything specific I should pack?” He called loudly as the two had walked a distance apart.

“Dress comfy!” Chris yelled back. “And bring a jacket! It’s snowing!”

Tom waved and made his way to his trailer.

It was about an 8 or 9 hour drive up to the cabin, so the guys rolled up at about 3 in the morning.

“Is anybody else here?” Tom asked, as Chris navigated his truck up the snowy drive.

“Y/n’s here. She spends about half her time up here.” Chris answered, parking the truck and shooting you a text.

“Where does she spend the rest of her time?” Tom asked.

“Everywhere, really. She’s a writer. She’s even come and crashed with me while I was filming.” Chris answered, hopping out of the truck when he got your text reply.

“Books? Scripts?” Tom asked, curious what you wrote.

“Books, mostly. She’s got a few popular series, but she also has a few pen names that she refuses to tell me so I’ve always assumed she like consults or edits or something.” Chris answered.

“How mysterious.” Tom chucked, grabbing his bag and following Chris up to the house.

“Y/n!” Chris yelled into the cabin, leading Tom into the large home.

“Did you really work all day and then drive 8 hours?” you laughed, walking down the stairs.

“I just couldn’t wait to see that beautiful face.” Chris dropped his bag and pulled you into a bear hug.

“Sure. This definitely has nothing to do with you beating Scott to one of the big bedrooms.” You laughed, wrapping your arms around him.

“That’s just a perk.” He teased, introducing you to Tom. “I’m sure you know who this is. Y/n, Tom. Tom, Y/n.”

“Nice to meet you.” You replied, pulling Tom into a hug.

“It’s very nice to meet you too.” Tom said, happy to see that you seemed just as chill and down to earth as the rest of Chris’ friends and family.

“He had to bail on his plans to fly home for the break, so I convinced him to join our two weeks of amazing chaos and shenanigans.” Chris laughed.

“Amazing is right, bucko. I just got two hot tubs installed” you shared.

“Yes!” Chris half yelled.

“Also, mi casa es su casa, Tom. Make yourself at home.” You told him.

“Gracias.” Tom replied in Spanish.

“Any chance you two want to take a dip tonight before the rest of the pack arrives?” Chris asked, looking between you and Tom.

“Absolutely” you answered, walking towards the kitchen. “You both okay with Beer? I’ve got other options.”

“Beer for me.” Chris answered.

“Actually, a beer sounds rather refreshing at the moment.” Tom answered.

“I’ll grab the beer and you two can pick your rooms” you called from the kitchen.

“You down for the hot tub?” Chris asked Tom.

“I am, but I didn’t pack any swim shorts.” He answered.

“No worries, Y/n has a whole closet full of random stuff. Follow me.” Chris led Tom up the stairs. “Y/n’s room is at the very top, but there’s two rooms just below that. We can take those two. Let those with kiddos stay closest to the bottom floor.”

“Sounds good to me” Tom replied, dropping his bag on the bed before following Chris to your closet of misfit swim clothes, jackets, sleepwear, blankets, and other miscellaneous stuff.

When you made your way upstairs, you saw that the guys had picked the two rooms closest to yours. You weren’t surprised. They were the two biggest after yours and Chris never got to pick one of them because he was always the last to show up for his family get togethers.

“When you two get changed, head up to mine. The second hot tub is on my balcony.” You took the three unopened beers and went up the last set of stairs to get changed in your room. Your suit was a black balconette bikini top and a pair of black high waisted bikini bottoms. The top and bottom had a few strappy bits that accentuated your curves.

“Well hello there, sexy lady.” You heard Chris and his unending charm behind you as you were finishing getting your top all sorted.

“You guys get settled in?” you asked, nodding towards the beers.

Chris opened one and handed it to you. “We did.” As he opened another for himself and sat on your bed, he shared a bit about Tom. “I’m happy he tagged along. I don’t know what he’s got going on in his personal life because he doesn’t share a lot, but he needs a break like this.”

“Well, if I had to take a guess...” you took a swig of your beer. “You two get along great which makes me think he’s a down to earth, genuine person.”

“I agree” Chris replied.

“If you’ve seen any of the tabloids lately, they aren’t very friendly to the exes of the women he’s most recently dated. I’m going to assume he’s a bit overwhelmed and a bit worn out. It’s hard to stay genuine and down to earth when the media is writing about you as if you’re a scheming fuckboy.”

Chris took a swig of his beer. “I think you might be right. God, beauty and brains? Why won’t you marry me?” he teased.

“Like you could handle me” you teased right back.

“I’m going to go get more beer so we don’t have to leave the hot tub.” Chris stood and smacked your ass on the way out.

“How did I know you were going to do that?” you laughed.

Chris was laughing as he passed Tom. “I’ll meet you two up there.”

When Tom walked in, you opened the last of the three beers and handed it to him. “Pink suits you.” You noticed he was wearing the bright pink swim shorts from the closet.

Tom blushed and laughed as he took a sip of his beer. “It was this or ones with bananas all over them. I thought I’d make a bold choice.”

“Choice well made” you replied, opening the double doors to your balcony. “It’s going to be a short chilly journey to the hot tub, but heaven once you get in.”  

When you went to walk up the steps on the side of the hot tub to get in, Tom extended his arm so you could grab his hand. “Be careful.”

“Thank you.” You couldn’t help but smile.

“God, I leave for two minutes and you two are already holding hands.” Chris snarked as he joined the two of you on the balcony. You and Tom both laughed as you walked down into the hot tub and let go of his hand. “What’s he got that I don’t got?” Chris was fake sniffling as he climbed into the hot tub after Tom.

“Oh, sweetie. I don’t think you want to know the answer to that question.” You answered, finishing the beer in your hand.

“Now I really want to know” Chris replied, opening and handing you a second beer.

“Are you two always like this?” Tom laughed.

You and Chris looked at each other and answered “yeah” at the same time.

After the three of you had spent about a half hour in the hot tub just talking and laughing, Tom cleared his throat. “Thank you for this.”

“For what?” you asked. He was sat between you and Chris, the three of you looking out at the beautiful snowy mountain view.

“Chris, for inviting me. You, for having me. Both of you for forcing me to get out of my own head.” Tom answered.

“You don’t need to thank us.” Chris replied, slapping Tom on the shoulder.

“He’s right, you know.” You smiled, looping your arm through his and leaning your head on his shoulder, looking back out at the view. “You’re pretty great company if I do say so myself.”

“Well, if I can’t thank you, at least let me share my appreciation of you both.” Tom replied, pressing a quick kiss to the top of your head.

“Just wait until the whole pack shows up” Chris laughed. “It’s calm now, but you’re going to have plenty of distractions once the shenanigans start.”

“Remember, my room is the safe zone” you laughed. “No kids, it’s off-limits during games, and it’s the only access to this balcony.”

“I’ll keep that in mind” Tom chuckled.

Chris looked over and saw you cuddled into Tom’s side. “Why do I get the feeling you’re ‘appreciating’ Y/n over there a lot more than you are me” he teased.

You laughed and Tom looked over at Chris. “If you wanted a snuggle, that’s all you had to say.”

The three of you were all laughing, the lateness of the night sinking in. “If I snuggle anyone I’m going to fall asleep, and I have a feeling that’s not the best idea in a hot tub.” He stood up and hopped over the side, almost slipping on the icy balcony floor.

“What time is everyone arriving tomorrow?” you asked, not moving from your spot at Tom’s side.

“Well, they always grab breakfast down at that old little diner after they land, so maybe 11?” Chris answered, wrapping himself in a towel.

“You mean we actually get to sleep in?” you said with a bit of exaggerated shock.

“I don’t think it counts as sleeping in if you don’t go to bed until after the sun starts peaking over the mountains.” Tom teased you.

Chris laughed. “Hey, we’ll take it. Sleep is going to be a rare commodity around here for at least a few days.” He left the balcony and went back inside to warm up.

“I can’t wait.” Tom said.

“Me either. I love when they come up here. Always makes this place feel more like home.” You shared, moving to get out of the hot tub.

“I think the chaos is something I miss when I don’t get to spend time with my family.” Tom replied, once again grabbing your hand and making sure you made it safely out of the hot tub and onto the balcony. “I think having all of my nieces and nephews running around and the fact that there is always something cooking or baking…It’s hard to feel alone.”

You handed Tom a large towel and wrapped another one around yourself. “Well, if that’s your idea of a great time, you’re going to love your time with Chris’ family. They’re love and chaos and great food with a dash of an extreme love of competition.”

Tom followed you back into the house. “Well, again. I appreciate that I’m able to experience it.”

“Me too” you said, drying your hair a bit with your towel. “It sounds like you needed a bit of an escape.”

“That’s one way to put it” Tom said, drying off.

“Well, if you need anything just come find me, okay?” You could hear Chris coming back up the stairs to your room.

“Thank you, I will.” Tom replied, seeming to hesitate for a second. “I’ve enjoyed spending time with you tonight. Or this morning, rather.” He laughed.

You couldn’t help but smile as you threw your towel into the clothes hamper. You were a very confident person. You were proud of who you were, and you loved your curvy body, but all of a sudden you felt very naked standing there in your bikini. Tom’s genuine compliment and the way he confidently looked you up and down left you with goosebumps. “The feeling is definitely mutual.”

“Let me know if I can help with anything. Preparations and such.” Tom mentioned as Chris walked in.

“Don’t worry about that, Ma usually takes over when she gets here.” Chris laughed.

You shrugged. “True” you added, both grateful for and irritated by the interruption.  

“Y/n, I checked that all of the doors were locked. Our trucks are both locked too. I’m gonna pass out and shower when I wake up.” Chris let you know.

“Thanks” you replied. “I’ll probably hop in the shower before I go to bed so that I can help your mom sort meals and such out when she gets here.”

“Sweet. I’m going to bed.” Chris interrupted himself with a yawn. “I will see both of you in a few hours”

As Chris headed back down a floor to his room, Tom cleared his throat. “I really don’t mind helping.”

“You’ll eventually get roped into doing something, I promise.” You laughed.

Tom nodded and smiled. “Well then, I’m going to go shower and sleep. I’ll see you in a bit.”

As Tom turned to walk down the stairs, you spoke. “Try to relax.” When he turned to look at you, you continued. “You have nothing to worry about for two whole weeks. No schedule, no paparazzi, no expectations…just, let yourself enjoy it, okay?”

Tom smiled and nodded his head. He replied “I think I will” before continuing down the stairs.

Instead of your alarm, you were woken up by Chris crawling into your bed. “Y/n.” He was trying to wake you up gently. “Y/n!”

“Did my alarm not go off?” you asked, rolling over and snuggling into Chris.

He chuckled, wrapping his arms around you. “I underestimated my mother’s planning. Turns out they got to the diner at 8 this morning and they’re currently unloading the cabs downstairs.”

“What time is it?” you asked.

“9:30” Chris replied, the two of you hearing someone coming up the stairs.

“I’m going to need coffee” you mumbled.

Tom made it to the top of the stairs and saw you and Chris together in your bed. He tucked the thought away, making note to ask Chris about the two of you later. “Not a morning person?” he asked, laughing at your messy bed head and request for caffeine.

“I can be when I need to be, but we were awake and drinking on my balcony like four hours ago” you replied.

“Can I make you some coffee?” Tom offered.

You rolled over and sat up sorting out your messy hair. “I can make it. I just need to get dressed.”

Chris rolled out of your bed, going to your closet. “Bra, leggings, sweater, fuzzy socks.” Chris tossed your clothes onto your bed.

“You know me so well.” You laughed, gathering your clothes and getting out of bed. “I’ll be down in a few.”

“I think they’re finished unloading, but I’ll go see if there’s anything else they need help with.” Tom replied, heading downstairs.

“I’m offended that you two look like you’ve just had 12 hours of beauty sleep.” You teased Chris, pulling your leggings on.

“I think you’re underestimating yourself” Chris said, turning to leave. “You’ve definitely caught someone’s attention.” Chris had noticed the way Tom looked at the two of you cuddled up in your bed and planned on asking him about it later.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you sleepily asked, but Chris was already gone.

You finished getting dressed in your long, oversized sweater and fuzzy socks and walked downstairs to greet Chris’ family.

“Y/n!” Chris’ sisters greeted, pulling you each into a hug, the three of you quickly catching up.

Then came Scott, who practically tackled you. “Bitch, it has been too long.”

“Agreed.” You replied, the two of you making plans to go get stuff for drinks tonight.

You’d said a few hellos and given a few hugs to various other friends and family and eventually you made your way to the kitchen with Tom and Lisa, Chris’ mom.

“Oh, my dear, it’s so good to see you.” Lisa pulled you into a tight hug, kissing both of your cheeks. “I can’t believe the boys showed up at three this morning!”

You laughed. “It’s good to see you too. And Chris warned me a few days ago that he would probably drive up after he finished filming.”

Looking over you saw Tom holding a mug of coffee out towards you. “For me?” You reached out and took the mug from him.

“It’s the least I could do. Lisa told me how you take your coffee.” He answered, nodding towards Chris’ mom.

You took a sip, humming to yourself. “Thank you, this is perfect.” You pressed a quick kiss to Tom’s cheek before hearing Chris’ niece call for you.

“In the kitchen, sweetie” you called back out, walking towards where you heard her call from.

As the adults started getting settled into their rooms, the kids were all starting to crash from the hectic morning they’d had.

“Let’s watch a movie in the den, guys.” You suggested, grabbing blankets and pillows and throwing them on the couches and floor so that the kids would spread out and nap.

“What are we gonna watch?” one of his nephews asked.

“Well, we’ve got Goosebumps, we’ve got School of Rock, and we’ve got Bedtime Stories.” You read the movies aloud, with the kids all picking Goosebumps. About 15 minutes in, all of you were asleep in various places in the room.

Scott, Chris, and Tom were bundled up in their jackets talking on the back porch as Chris set up your grill and got it ready to use.

“So how long have you guys known Y/n?” Tom asked.

“Oh, god. It’s been…I don’t even know. It’s been years.” Chris thought about how long you guys had been friends.

“Chris met Y/n one day in New York. She was there for a book project or something and Chris had ducked inside her apartment building to get away from paparazzi.” Scott laughed, remembering Chris tell him the story.

Chris let out a big laugh. “She was getting ready to walk out and I practically ran into her. When she realized why I so rudely shoved my way into the building, she asked me ‘Do you want to do something very immature but totally worth it?’ I had to, right?”

Scott continued the story. “She led him up to her apartment and ran inside. Chris just waited at the door wondering what he’d gotten himself into when she popped back out, holding a box of water balloons.”

Tom laughed. “Oh, please tell me you threw them at the paparazzi.”

“They did. They filled a bin full of them and went to the roof.” Scott replied.

“I have never made a friend so quickly in my life” Chris said. “We got through about half of the bin before they left. Even better, they never got a picture of me throwing the balloons. The tabloids alluded to the fact that it was me, but we never officially got caught.”

“I don’t know if she adopted us or if we adopted her, but she’s been family ever since.” Scott added.

“Either way, she’s the best kind of people.” Chris said, closing the lid on the grill.

“I can see that.” Tom replied. After a short pause, he continued. “Have you two ever…dated?”

Chris grinned, remembering how Tom had looked at the two of you cuddled up in your bed. “Nah, she’s one of my best friends. Possibly my actual best friend.” he answered, sitting down next to the other two guys.

“Even though I’m sure ma would love it if you two got together.” Scott laughed.

“I think ma just wants both of us to settle down and have kids like the girls did.” Chris replied. “She treats Y/n like a daughter.”

Scott looked back at Tom. “Why the interest in Y/n’s dating life, huh?” he teased him.

“Just curious” Tom answered with straightest face he could manage.

“I don’t know” Chris continued, continuing to tease Tom. “You two looked awfully cozy last night.”

Tom’s cheeks blushed a bit before he could answer. “If a beautiful woman laid her head on your shoulder, what would you have done?”

“Fair point.” Chris laughed. “She’s single, you know” he added.

“She is” Scott echoed, smirking. “And I have a date to go shopping with her if you want me to see if she’s interested.”

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves” Tom replied, failing miserably at hiding his grin.

“No rush” Scott answered, putting his hands up. “I’m just saying…”

“Give him a break” Chris interrupted. “He’s got two weeks to see where things go.”

“True” Scott replied.

Part 2

[holykillercake]

Barrels, Bets and Balls

pairing: Zoro x Drunk!Reader

word count: 1.9k

summary: The Straw hats are presented with millenary rum from an Ancient Giant Tribe and, well, no one is giving you that anymore. 

higlight:  ¨And then you said ¨maybe I should wear your underwear.¨

warning: Don´t read and drive. 

notes: HOLD MY BEER! Hi, guys! This was a lovely request from @roronoatrash for a drunk s/o! I have to say this is my first time writing a drunk character so I´m a bit nervous hahaha I really really hope you like it! Have fun and drink responsibly! <3 @vemuabhi​

𝕷𝖊𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖘, 𝖗𝖊𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖘, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊!

¨Agh!¨ you mumbled when you tried to lift your head from the pillow. It felt like the Thousand Sunny had run over you a thousand times. 

¨Hm?¨

¨Regret ... mhbeh ... thing...¨ your mouth was so dry that talking became almost impossible.  

¨What´s that?¨ Zoro asked, definitely amused by your deplorable state.

¨Hmmm... I don´t... regret... anything.¨

¨Of course you don´t. You don´t remember anything.¨ he shifted on the bed, making it look like a black hole was opening in the mattress. ¨Here, take this.¨ He handed you something.

¨I don´t need your pity... ma-marimo.¨

¨This is not pity, Y/N. This is a painkiller. Come on, you´re gonna feel better.¨

When he helped you to sit on the bed, you noticed something stuck to the window, preventing the sun from entering and blinding you. The greenette removed a few locks of hair that laid plastered across your face before helping you with the herculean task of taking the pill.  

¨If the stupid cook is not dead he must have made coffee.¨ he stood up, grabbing your slippers and placing them in front of you. 

In the meantime, your mind tried to gather whatever useful information you had to understand what had happened, but everything was a void blank. 

¨You ok?¨ he asked, hand on the doorknob. ¨Do you want me to bring it to you?¨

¨No, it´s ok...¨ you pinched the bridge of your nose, making one last effort to remember at least a crumb of the previous hours. You were fast to give up, though. ¨What happened?¨ 

¨Uhhh, you got drunk and passed out.¨ he said like it was no big deal. 

¨Hmm, ok...¨ you took a few seconds to digest his words ¨but when you say ´you´ you mean ´you me´ or ´you guys´?¨

A chuckle left his mouth ¨Come and you´ll see.¨ 

The sun shone high in the sky, forcing you to wince back into your room like the time you had your shadow stolen. You stumbled and lowered yourself to the floor, crawling away from the light. 

¨You go!¨ you said dramatically, covering your eyes ¨Run away and leave me! Tell everyone... that I fought until the last moment!¨

Zoro scoffed at your poorly performed scene, walking closer to you and squatting, back turned to you. ¨Hop, soldier. We don´t leave nakamas behind, right?¨

Your cheeks reddened with his gesture, and you hid your hungover smitten smile on the crook of his neck. ¨Hold tight, Y//N.¨

Oh, I will. Ouch, my head!

As soon as you reached the main deck, your eyes widened, ignoring the bright sun, and your mouth fell in a perfect O. 

¨Oh my freaking... what happened here?¨

If it weren't for the countless barrels, you would have easily thought that you had been chewed up by a sea king. 

The Straw Hats were scattered across the deck, mixed with garbage, blankets, and rolls of toilet paper. Their unorthodox positions would definitely grant them a stiff neck.

Zoro carried you to the kitchen where you found Usopp and Chopper talking at the kitchen table.

¨... like I fasted in a desert for forty nights, and then I survived... a buster call. And like... all of the battleships were pointed at me. And I was catching fire before that.¨ you heard Usopp whine to the doctor, who wrapped some bandages on him. 

¨Oi, who made coffee?¨ Zoro asked purposely loud.

¨SHHHH!¨ you and the sniper hissed at him.

¨Sanji did.¨ Chopper answered ¨Oh, Y/N, how are you feeling?¨

¨Like my heart is beating in my head.¨

¨At least there´s a heartbeat.¨ the swordsman replied, putting you close to a chair so you could take a seat. ¨Hm, Chopper, I saw the cook dead outside.¨

¨Yeah, he made coffee and then passed out again.¨ Chopper discreetly pointed at Usopp´s bandages. 

¨He passed out and spilled hot coffee on me!¨ he roared, stopping midway to whine. 

¨But you two look pretty good, though.¨ You referred to Chopper and Zoro. 

Not Usopp, definitely not Usopp. 

¨Night watch. I didn´t drink last night.¨ the doctor sighed, relieved. 

¨And I can handle my alcohol.¨ the greenette bragged, placing a steaming cup of coffee in front of you. 

¨What happened anyway?¨ 

¨Oh! You don´t remember too, Y/N? That millenary rum was really strong!¨ Chopper asked, fascinated by the effects of the beverage. 

¨Millenary rum?¨ 

¨Yeah! It was a gift from an Ancient Giant Tribe!¨ 

¨Giant tribe?¨ you kept repeating every word he said, double-checking to see if you were not hearing things. 

¨Y/N, what´s the last thing you remember?¨

¨Hmm, let me see...¨ you rested your elbows on the table, hands covering your eyes. Wow, even thinking hurts.

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¨I swear to God, Tony! When Luffy falls into the water, you can not jump after him!¨ you yelled, panting from climbing back to the ship and soaking wet of salty water. 

He pouted and whined. You only called him ¨Tony¨ when you were upset with him. 

¨So-Sorry Y/N... AaaAgh...¨ his voice trembled, and you couldn´t help but soften a little. 

¨Ugh, forget it.¨ you laid down on the grass and sighed, the reindeer on your belly ¨Are you alright, Chopper?¨

¨Y-Yeah...¨

Zoro emerged a few seconds later, carrying Luffy on his shoulder. 

You had engaged in a fight against some bandits who were causing trouble on an island called Gran Brabados. From what you could understand, they were descendants of the Ancient Giant Tribe who emancipated from Elbaf after years of conflict. 

¨I don´t wanna be rude, but¨ Usopp spoke to one of them ¨I thought giants were warriors. Like Broggy and Dory. Those guys fought for over 100 years!¨

¨Well, most of us are, but some are not. That's why we left Elbaf.¨ the giant said ¨We're not interested in war, we're interested in rum!¨

All of you stopped for a second, wondering if you heard the same thing.

¨Eh?¨ you spoke.

¨We don´t make war! We make rum!¨ he threw his huge hands in the air, chest puffing out of pride.

¨Oi, really? Give us some!¨ Zoro immediately threw Luffy on the floor and ran towards the giant. Next thing you knew, the giant burst into laughter. 

¨Gabababa!¨ he hunched as he laughed ¨Sorry, but tiny people like you can't handle it! Gababababa!¨

You were not sure what offended you the most, he calling you all, who just saved their asses, weak or having to dodge the huge drops of saliva that came out of his mouth. 

After insisting a lot, he ended up giving in, presenting the straw hats with barrels and barrels of millenary rum. Yeah, millenary. Rum distilled for one thousand years, or at least that is what he said. 

The celebration didn´t take long to begin. Because Luffy had decided to set sail that same day, you would all be bathed with a pleasant sunset as you partied.

¨Wow!¨ you shouted after chugging the first tankard. ¨Oooohh, this is good booze!¨ you shook your head, already feeling the kick. 

¨Girl, you should go easy on this. It´s super strong.¨ Franky said, making you scoff at him, possessed by some waspish Viking demon.

¨And here I thought you were hard-boiled.¨ 

¨What?¨ 

¨O-Oi, Y/N...¨ Usopp said, worried, sipping his drink. 

¨Haven´t you learned anything with Tom-san?¨ you clicked your tongue ¨Meh, I guess I´ll be the one making things with a DON around here!¨ you chugged more of the rum. 

The shipwright glared at you with a red beam coming out of his left eye. You remember questioning yourself for a second. Maybe you had said too much, but it was just for a brief second before you insulted someone else. 

Back at the kitchen table, flashes of the events from the last night began to pop in your mind. Guilt and embarrassment gushed over you, making you twist and cringe. 

¨And then you said ¨maybe I should wear your underwear.¨ Chopper shivered as he quoted your words.

¨Nooo...¨ you cried out.

¨It gets worse, Y/N.¨

¨What?! How?!¨

¨Because after that,¨ Zoro started to speak, and you saw him struggle to stop a smile from cracking. That was not a good sign. ¨you said "your balls are so small Robin could have grabbed them with one hand!¨ 

The men laughed and slapped the table as you looked for a place to bury your head or a knife to stab yourself in the heart. 

¨WHY DIDN´T YOU STOP ME?¨ you yelled, pulling your boyfriend by the collar and shaking him. 

He placed a hand on your forehead, a silly thing he did every time you got too nervous. ¨Oi, you´re a big girl. You know what you´re doing.¨ 

¨Noo, obviously I don´t!¨ He smiled. 

He would not be the one to tell you, but he did have to stop Franky from Radical Beam-ing the hell out of you several times. For some reason, you were very keen on insulting the cyborg's masculinity. 

Another thing he wouldn´t tell you was that he didn´t touch the rum in the last night. He decided to remain sober and look after you, making sure you would not kill someone or get yourself killed. 

However, despite all the trouble you gave him, he recognized your strength. Straw hat after straw hat, you managed to defeat everyone in a stupid drinking contest. 

The biggest achievement was to drag Luffy into the game since he dislikes the taste of alcohol. When he denied being part of it, you teased him by saying,¨I think you are just scared, Luffy. You know what, maybe I should be the Captain of this ship! Maybe, I will be the Pirate King!¨

That was about the sixth punch Zoro took for you. Or because of you. 

The darker the night fell, the wilder you all got. And then insults began to come from every direction to every direction. You were arguing, then laughing, then crying and apologizing. If it wasn´t for Zoro, Chopper would have had a heart attack. 

¨Nami, you thief! Give me back my queen, or I´ll be forced to shoot a Bidori Moshi at you!¨ Usopp yelled, holding a bunch of cards in his hands. 

¨Oi, Usopp! How dare you speak with a lady like that?! I´ll kick you in the face!¨

¨Bring it on, Sanji! I eat eggplants like you for breakfast every day! AND IT´S GOD USOPP FOR YOU!¨

¨Zoro...¨ Chopper cried, falling close to where the swordsman was sitting. ¨W-What are we going to do?¨

¨Uh? Ah, sit back and relax. You know these guys, they are ju-¨

¨Y/N-san, may I see your panties?¨

¨Well, too bad for you I´m not weari-¨

¨OI! Y/N!¨ Zoro dashed over, throwing you on his shoulder. 

That was about the first punch Brook took for you. Or, again, because of you. 

And then, as the number of biological hazards began to decline, managing the situation became easier and easier. Chopper took care of the fallen drunken, and Zoro threw blankets over them.

In the end, it was you and Luffy. You were still arguing about the things you said earlier. Both of you were exhausted but didn´t want to give in. The argument only ended when you withdrew your words, saying that he would be the one to become King of the Pirates.

Luffy fell dead asleep immediately, and Zoro took the cue to approach you. ¨Hey, Y/N. Our time, let´s go?¨

You turned to him and nodded, red cheeks and tired eyes. He had to scoop you up and carry you back to your room since your legs were not part of the equation anymore, and you would let go and fall every time he tried to carry you on his back. 

¨Heeey, you´re not drunk!¨ you whined, almost falling asleep. ¨Why aren´t you drunk?¨

¨Cause you drank everything.¨

¨Noo, I can find s´more.¨ you uncovered yourself, trying to get out of bed.

¨I bet you can.¨ he said, covering you again and pulling you closer.

The warmth of his body, altogether with his hand gently rubbing your back, made your system shut down. 

¨You know... I can kick your ass... in a drinking contest...¨

¨Yeah,¨ he chuckled ¨I bet you can.¨

That was definitely not true, but for you, well, for you he could pretend it was.

[sunkisseddaffodils]

The Road Not Taken | Pt 2

Pairing: Sherlock x female reader

Summary: the reader accidentally happens upon a crime scene where she meets the detective Sherlock Holmes.

Genre: au, soulmates!

Read pt 1 here

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Y/N woke up to find that someone was gently shaking her. Along with the shaking was the sound of a muffled voice. It was her husband, Tom. Slowly, she rose in bed, squinting at the bright sunlight shining through the bay windows. Her husband was telling her that she had woken up late. Panic surged through her and she jumped out of bed. Her partner was trying to tell her something important but she had no time to listen. As soon as she had woken, she had had a headache that was becoming more painful by the second plus the fact that she was late. After she had grabbed a quick snack and gotten in the car, her husband opened the door again.

‘Have a great day at work, honey. I’m just checking we’re still on for our talk tonight?’

He was smiling but Y/N could see he was anxious about getting the 'talk' done. She nodded quickly to reassure him then shut the door and sped off down the road to work. Once she was finally there, she felt more slightly calmer. However, there was still an uneasy feeling residing within her. That dream... It felt real to her. But it couldn’t have been. Right? She knew her life. She left school, went to university where she met Tom and got married, just like everyone else. But why was she questioning everything suddenly? It wasn’t just some ordinary dream, it was like another version of her life. A version that could have happened if she had chosen differently. When lunchtime came, just as usual, her work friends asked her to join them for lunch. This time she refused, she needed to be alone. Y/N hurriedly decided that she was gonna go out for lunch. She walked to the nearest coffee shop to buy a drink and a sandwich. After she had finished her meal, she left the store, just the coffee in her hand but then as she was looking over the road she saw someone familiar. Blue scarf.. Navy trenchcoat. There was another man in a black coat and jeans standing beside him. The man from her dream was just across the road. If only she could talk to him, she could find out why she was feeling so troubled and why he was so significant to her in the dream.

Without thinking it through, she started to run across the street, calling out for the two men. The two men watched in a horror as the mysterious woman who was running at them got hit by a car. She lay still in the road, and just before she passed out, she saw the man in the navy blue coat kneeling above her asking her if she could hear him. She knew she had to ask him before she blacked out.

‘What’s your name?’

The man was confused about why she was asking.

‘Sherlock. But my name doesn’t matter. Are you alright?’

A few hours later, Y/N was sitting in a hospital bed, her leg done up in a cast. She felt extremely stupid, dreading the look on her husband’s face when he would find out what had happened. The door opened, Tom walked him and there it was. The look on his face. Worry mixed with annoyance. She hated anyone fussing over her. Tom sat on the bed, gently holding her hand.

‘The doctor’s told me you just ran into the road. Why did you do that for, silly?’

She looked down at her hands, embarrassed.

‘I’m sorry, babe. I was late to getting back to work so I was rushing. It won’t happen again.’

The next few minutes were filled with idle chatter. Tom noticed that something was up with Y/N, he didn’t know what yet. Ever since that morning, she was acting weirdly and now this had happened.

‘Sweetie, I know this isn’t probably the best place to have this talk. But we’ve been putting it off forever. You know, I love you, we’ve been together since we were 18. And married for 4 years. We’re both in stable jobs and have a lovely home. I think I’m ready for a baby. Are you?’

Y/N heard the question but couldn’t answer because she was suddenly blacking out again.

[antigoneidk]

Oh no|t.h. (part 2)

a/n: this is for you guys! seriously i had something completely different in my mind but your requests were so hilarious that i had to combine them.i really hope you enjoy this as much as i did(storytime i had the same talk with my parents years ago but the thing is i had found a photo..yeah i’ll stop okay enjoyy)

warnings: nothing really!

please read the part 1 before this so you can understand:)

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Three days have passed since the accident. You tried to avoid talking to your kids about it, first you didn't know how to start this conversation, second you had no idea how you were supposed to explain how that works and third they were so young, so cute and innocent. You and Tom decided to let it go for a few years more.

Harrison and Tuwaine had come to babysit while you and Tom had some things to get done. Soon Harry joined to. They were the only ones that you trusted your kids with and after all they all seemed to have fun every single time.

"We will be back soon okay?"he let your daughter down and kissed her on her head but she didn't care, Harrison seemed more fun than her dad. Tom raised his middle finger to his best friend without the kids looking, making all of you laugh before exiting the house.

"Hey kids do you wanna watch a movie?"Harry asked and loud happy screams came from their mouths. They sat on the couch next to each other, the boys fighting and the little girl staying quiet just for a minute before making her way to Tuwaine's lap she loved so much.

The movie started, the big boys not interested at it but the little ones were into it for a while, looking at the screen in awe with the effects and the incredible moves the heroes were doing. "Woah" was the only word they knew at that moment.

Soon as the movie ended, they all started fighting around the house or chasing each other jumping from the one couch to the other, one of the boys crawling to Harry's back, the only girl in the house sneaking to the kitchen for treats, discovered after from the others.

They all started searching for something to eat. The chocolate biscuits were the solution to their problem.

"Can I ask something?"the soft voice of your daughter caught the attention.

"Go ahead princess"Harrison tickled her small tommy, her giggles filling the house.

"Why mama and dada don't wear their clothes when they're in their room?"she took a bite from her biscuit, her big brown eyes blinked fast waiting for an answer.

"Excuse me? What do you mean?"Tuwaine sounded clueless.

"We saw dad playing with mum in the bed but with no clothes"one of the boys explained normally.

"I'm still not understanding a word you guys are saying. They were playing?"

"Yes and mum was screaming"the girl interrupted."I think dad was hurting her"

"Bro no way! No no no" Harry shouted and walked up and down with his hands in his head.

"What?" Tuwaine asked him and turned to Harrison who wasn't understanding either.

"What what? They had sex"

"In front of them?"

"What's sex?" both questions were asked at the same time. The two men looked at each other and laughed at the situation. On the other hand, the kids were waiting for someone to explain them what was sex and why their mum was getting hurt.

"Oh my God" Harrison tried to catch his breath but failed. "So you guys walked in while they were playing huh?" He finally said with a red face, ready to laugh again.

"Yes and now we want to play it too but we don't know the rules. Can you guys teach us?" the younger boy, only for two minutes, stopped Harry from walking frustrated.

"Um you can't play this game now okay? Just wait till you grow up please" Tuwaine picked up the little boy and held him in his arms. " You're too young for this"

"But we want to know so that our mum won't get hurt again"

"Oh believe me she was enjoying it" Tuwaine said and made Harrison laugh again hard. "And I think that you guys will be having a new baby in your family" he added.

"Really?"the girl's eyes light up at that sentence. She was claiming about having a baby sister now that the twins were boring to her.

"I still cannot believe it though" Harry was still shocked. "They didn't tell you anything?"

"No! We tried but mum said that it was nothing" the other twin was now running to the living room, hoping that the others would join him in another round of fighting.

"Well we can't say a word so just get over it and come" Harrison hit Harry on his shoulders and pulled him with the rest of them to the other area so that they can play.

The front dooropened and the two of you showed up smiling. Tom as soon as he saw the mess that was taking place there decided to join, causing loud screams from your kids running towards him.

"Mama"your daughter raised her arms and you offered her a big hug before picking her up."When is my little sister coming?"she asked and you stood still in your place looking at her shocked from her silly thought.

"What?"your heartbeat increased fast.

"Harry said that you were playing um..sex and T said that I'm gonna be a big sister" she hugged you again but if your eyes could kill the three man that were laughing now, they would have bury them too.

"I didn't say anything trust me" Harry tried to explain him self but your boys cut him off. "No you said sex. What's sex dad?"

"Okay you guys are going to your rooms to play I'll be there in a few. I have something to do" Tom said with a soft voice but the anger was about to come out in the surface.

All of them left you and you approached the couch were all of them sitting, holding back their laughter.

"What the fuck was that?" you crossed your arms in your chest.

"They saw you and they had questions. We didn't say a word I swear"

"But they thought that you y/n were in pain and wanted to learn how to "play" so that can help." Harrison couldn't longer hold his laughter, so as Tuwaine. Harry was looking at the two of you with his hands on his face.

"You know what keys do right?" he finally asked and your face had turned to all of the colors. He was right. It was stupid of you not to think about it. You didn't know if you felt embarrassed or angry with them. But the confusion was written on your face. You sat down looking at the black screen of your T.V. and blinked. Their laughs did not help you. Tom sat next to you holding your hand in his.

"How are we supposed to tell them now? And what do we say?" you leaned to him with closed eyes.

"Let's just start and we'll see"you turned to him with raised eyebrows "I guess we don't have another option now"he fake smiled at his friends   that smiled back at him.

"Go go" Tuwaine encouraged the both of you forcing you to find your kids and have that talk. You hesitated for a moment but they saw what they saw and you had to fix it as much as possible for them. You didn't want your kids to be traumatized for life, which they were already but that was another story.

Tom opened the door for you and him. You both stepped inside and found your children playing in different areas but when they saw you, they all smiled.

"Kids we want to talk to you. Come here" he sat on the floor. You followed him letting this to him.

"Are we going to Disney?" the twins asked at the same time and you smiled at their sync that you were used to. They all sat next to each other, with your girl in the middle as the big one.

"No. We actually want to talk about what happened two nights before"you trembled at your own words. They all watched pretty calm, sending you those kind of vibes too.

"Can you teach us how to play?"

"We can't play this game together baby. Is something that happens between two people when they love each other and they are old enough to do it"the kids looked confused as hell.

"Then why are you hurting mummy?"your daughter crossed her arms and gave him a death stare. Yes she was your daughter one hundred percent.

"She is just like you"Tom said to you laughing pointing at her"I didn't my love. She wanted to if I'm being honest"you were now the one death staring. You shook your head and smiled to your kids.

"I wasn't in pain if that's what you're concerned for"you run your fingers through her shining long hair.

"Then why you were screaming?"she asked again. Tom smirked at you as he was curious for your answer.

"Um..it's just that..can you ask me this when you're older? Will you be able to remember?"she nodded her head and you smiled like a clown, the scary one. This was uncomfortable in so many ways that you didn't know where to start. And their faces looked so dumb that you wanted to laugh but the topic of your conversation made you almost cry.

"And will we have a sister?"your only blonde child sat on your lap, sneaking a kiss of yours.

"We don't know yet. Maybe your mum isn't pregnant"

"Sex is for making babies?"this was the conclusion they had after all of this?

"Not only, is for purposes that have to do with our bodies"you said biting your lip and looking at your man with guilt. You wanted to disappear from there, you prayed for that but nothing.

"What purposes?"of course this was the next question.

"Mostly for having fun" Tom raised his hands in the air but you couldn't help your judgy face.

"And how does it work?"oh no.

"Let me explain"he took a serious face, ready to give the speech of his life. "Let's say that a woman has a flower and a man is a bee. The bee has to enter the flower, in a specific way, so that new flowers can grow and other bees will help and grow even more"his hands were moving shaping things so that they can understand but all of the them, including you, looked at him, blinking their eyes silent. This was too early for them.

"Okayy. I think we talked enough about it"you helped your kid stand up after you."You have an idea now if what sex is but the important lesson now is that we knock the doors before we enter a room okay?"you slowed your words, trying to help them memorize the rule you just made.

"Yes mama"their voices blended so well, like a choir.

"Good,now I'm going to the kitchen to cook with your dad, come"you and Tom left the kids room,laughing.

"What happened?"Harrison asked throwing his phone away, his attention on the both of you.

"How that came to your mind?A flower and a bee?"you asked him, your mouth opened.

"I changed it a little bit but they got it don't worry"he kissed your cheek and sat on the couch.

"Did you see their faces?"you tried to recreate their faces, causing all of them laugh.

"Say what you want to say I did a great job"he run his fingers through his hair now, smiling at his good teaching lesson he gave to your children.

"Guys I think the next time we gonna have to the work" Tuwaine said disguised by Tom. You laughed at it but deep down you wished they did after all of this.

[vspideycaptain]

The Real War (Part 4)

Reader x Tom Holland x Chris Evans (not a 3-way)

A/N: You’re a newer member of the MCU as you were and actor cast in Guardians of the Galaxy vol. 3. Through the shooting process you have come to know the other actors in the MCU and some have even taken an extra liking to you… You find yourself in a love-triangle with Tom Holland and Chris Evans and all the secrets break out at the MCU Reunion party hosted by RDJ. Oh and it’s a karaoke party!

Jake and Jacob spill the beans in their overly intoxicated state and Chris and Tom are furious. THE CLIMAX

Warnings: Angst, as usual. Alcohol and Cursing.  WORD COUNT: 1,748 I don’t not own gifs

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On my way back to the bar for an inevitable second Gin and Tonic I caught a sight I for some reason wasn’t expecting to see. Chris and Tom together. Talking.

I hadn’t necessarily expected Chris to stay where I left him and same with Tom but what I hadn’t expected was for them to find each other in the same group with Jacob and Jake. They were all laughing together as casual as could be which in a way both eased my anxieties and heightened them even more. I found Zendaya at the bar getting refills for what looks like her and Tom as she lifted a beer and a martini from the counter. I met her before she could walk back. “Um. How did that happen?” I asked as and although I might have startled her she caught on to what I was about pretty quickly. “There you are!” She started, “Evans said you nipped to the bathroom! He uh came over to Tom, Jacob, and I shortly after you left him I think. Everything seems fine though! They both seem good.” She reassured me as I looked over at the group of boys all roared over something Jacob had said. “Yeah… No wait for me!” I said stopping her from leaving without me and ordered my second drink.

“I mean this will be fine right?” I asked her, “Like they’re both friends and I’m sure either of them won’t make a move on me in front of the other considering both relation-“ I didn’t want to put that word on either of whatever was going on with either of them and I tried again, “Considering that whatevers going on between me and either of them is hardly out in the open naturally.” Zen nodded in agreement and asked me how my interaction with Chris had gone before and I filled her in. “Wow… (Y/N) I have to say if there is one thing you can get out of tonight, neither of them are playing around. They’re both definitely into you.” She took a sip of her martini before finishing, “How are you feeling? Any other realizations?”

My drink was finally delivered but neither of us made our way back to group right away, giving myself the chance to answer her question. “To be honest everything has just confirmed how I already felt about the both of them. Tom made me laugh at his silliness even after just one drink and then gave me butterflies when he said that he was happy to see me and hell I am so attracted to him.. with the way he well… looks… he looks so sexy tonight.” I took a deep breath after my rambling and sipped away at the gin again before continuing while Zen was potentially holding hers and Tom’s drink. “But Chris… Well.. Fuck! He made me laugh too when he made fun of me and then butterflies flipped throughout my stomach whenever he looked at me and I was so turned on from just his finger playing at my wrist that I had to leave before I lost myself!”

I huffed violently in annoyance as I turned to my drink again and Zendaya gave me a caring look before gesturing to head over to the guys. She didn’t even have to articulate her advice. I knew that the next step was to get back into the party to see what would happen next. As we approached Z darted straight for Tom with his third drink and I absent-mindedly followed at her heels again. “What took so long?” he asked clearly a little more intoxicated since that last time I had seen him. He had been trying to slim down for his next spidey movie so he his alcohol tolerance was much lower than I think he was used to. After he asked his question Zendaya answered him, “Girls stuff. Nothing to worry about.” And she stepped aside and revealed me standing behind her and he practically let out an audible ‘Oh’ as my presence surprised him and put the widest smile on his face. “Oh okay, no biggie!” He said changing his attitude as I took my spot in the circle of people.

It was my plan to put myself between Jacob and Jake but they were too busy putting their arms around each other like a bunch of goofballs pretending to be looking up at the stars together, even though they were inside and could only see the various colored lights flash on the ceiling. Zendaya giggled at their silliness as Tom and Chris put their focus on me as I took my place hesitantly between the two of them. “You alright?” Chris shouted over Mark Ruffalo sing-yelling Take Me Home Tonight by Eddie Money. I glanced over at Ruffalo for a split second to buy myself more time before answering and by doing so I caught Tom giving me a very obvious worried look. I clearly wasn’t being a good actress in this moment. The both could tell something was up with me.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine!” I started then raised my volume so the whole group could hear, “I just can’t decide what I’m going to sing?” That was only half a lie. That might not have been what I was worrying about in the moment but it was something in the back of my mind. This was a karaoke party after all. Jake and Jacob snapped out of their games and weighed in on the conversation. “You? You’re gonna sing?” Jacob blurted out, it was now clear to me that he was nearly obliterated from the alcohol at this point. “Yes… I sing… Just not confidently….” I said half in defense and half in embarrassment. Jake drops his jaw like this was the biggest news he’s ever heard. “WHAT? You HAVE to sing! What are you gonna sing?” He asked as he wobbled a little, he was undoubtably on the same level as Jacob.

I laugh shaking my head at the two of them, “I don’t know… I just said that.” And when I finished instinctually turned to Chris to get his reaction. I watched as he had one hand over his eyes laughing to himself when I felt a hand on the other side of me, tucking a strand of hair that had fallen out of my pony tail behind my ear. I followed the hand and up the arm to find it was Tom’s hand. I couldn’t help but get those goosebumps again, every time he did something like this, something so careful and sweet it made my heart jump but then I remembered that Chris was right behind me. He cleared his throat and even though Tom hadn’t noticed that he did he took his hand away from my face but then said, “You’ll sound beautiful no matter what you sing.”

My mouth was slowly going agape as I had no idea what to do next. If I should just let whatever happens happen to see where else Tom was going to go and to see what Chris might do if Tom tried to make another move. But all our attention snapped at Jacob again, “Of course you’re gonna say that, Tommy! You’re in love with her!”

“What!” I nearly yelled but then remembered our surroundings, many other people at this party could have heard him. “What?” Tom said through clenched teeth and shortly after Chris echoed, “Yeah what?” He had a twinge of anger too but he must have still been trying to keep his emotions under wraps. But then out of nowhere Jake chimes in and points to Evans, “What to you mean what? You’re in love with her too!” And at this I swear my jaw was on the floor. It was Zendaya’s turn, “What?!” She spat out giving the two of them the searing stare I would be giving them if my head wasn’t spinning. Tom set his beer down hard on the table, “Come again?” His tone clearly reaching a new height thickening his posh accent and looking over at Chris who hadn’t done anything since Jacob spoke but look between Tom and me.

“Did Jacob say you’re in love with her, Holland? I knew it!” Chris finally spoke, his chest puffed out and taking as swig of his scotch and soda. Tom crossed his arms, “I-I-I like her a lot! I but-“ He took in a deep breath before raising his volume over the sound of Chadwick Boseman and Jeremy Renner doing a duet to Summer Loving from Greese, “REWIND- YOU’RE IN LOVE WITH HER?” Tom was furious and Chris was getting all worked up himself. He finally looked down at me contemplating his answer to Tom. He could easily lie but in that one quick glance down at me he broke. “Possibly, yeah…” He said still to me before turning back to Tom, yelling too, “Yeah! WHAT’S IT TO YOU?”

I swear I could feel the group opening up and swallowing me in, or at least that’s what I was wishing for in this moment. I caught a glimpse at Zendaya who was looking around noticing that some people near by like Chris Pratt, Elizabeth Olsen, Chris Hemsworth, Paul Rudd and others. She smiled at them trying to play it off like they were joking around. I hoped to God no one could actually hear what they were saying to each other. I stepped back as the continued to size each other up. Tom saying things like, “Aren’t you a little old, grandpa?” and Chris saying, “You’re just a kid, what do you know! She needs a man!”

Just then, when I thought the world was ending I was somewhat saved by RDJ. He tapped on the microphone from the stage before speaking and getting everyone’s attention. “Hi everyone! I hope you’re all having a wonderful time… BUT! A little birdie told me that there is a certain someone who wants to sing but hasn’t had the chance to yet…” I look over to the stage to find that Jacob and Jake had ran away from the mess they had made and gotten Robert to create this diversion. “(Y/N) (L/N) … Will you please grace us with you’re talents on the stage?” Everyone started to clap and so I had no other choice but to get up there and hope that neither of the boys punch each other while I performed.

To Be Continued.... (Part 5/Finale)

[marvelliz]

Then it’s a tie (Harrison Osterfield)

Pairing: Best friend!Harrison x Reader

Warnings: Alcohol, being drunk, you know the usual

Word count: 2348

Summary: You and Harrison made a bet as children, to see who of you two could kiss most people in their life. Somehow, what was supposed to be a silly game had become very serious very quickly for both of you, but you don’t like it that much as you used to do - maybe for a reason?

A/N: Hi guys! Sorry for being so inactive lately, kinda had a lot of work with now being in university and all;) Anyway, this is my entry for @spiderboytotherescue‘s 4K writing challenge - congrats love, you deserve all the followers! The prompt was ‘I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending that they’re you’, and  I honestly had a lot of inspiration for plot, but never knew how to write it down. This is the fourth fic I started with this prompt and the only one I finished, and I was kinda sleep deprived when I wrote it so don’t expect too much;) ~ Liz

“I bet you’ll never, ever kiss a girl in your life!”

“Well, I bet you’ll never, ever kiss a boy in your life!”

“Then let’s make it a bet. Whoever kisses most people in their life wins.”

“It’s a deal, Y/N.”

“Oh, you’re so going down, Osterfield.”

The bar was always crowded on a Friday night, but you didn’t mind. You actually quite liked the liveliness of the people who came here to finally relax a bit after a week of hard work or studies. Some came here with friends to catch up, others on a date, and then there were the people who just wanted to have some fun.

You counted yourself with the last ones.

With a small smile, you were eyeing the room while sipping from your favourite drink. There was exactly one person dancing now, a man who had drunk a little too much and was now swinging his beer in the air, moving awkwardly with his eyes closed. In less than an hour, the dance floor would be almost too crowded, you knew, as it was every week.

Your eyes moved further, from a couple girls talking excitedly in one of the boots, to a heavily tattooed man that just entered through the door, to the cute guy who was sitting on his own at the bar, just like you, and who gave you a flirtatious wink and a lopsided grin when you crossed gazes.

You answered with a blinding smile of your own, raising your drink invitingly. He was pretty handsome, with his raven black hair and auburn eyes. Maybe just what you needed that night.

Right when the guy stood up to come closer, you felt a presence occupy the stool next to yours. You already knew who it was without looking up.

“What do you want, Holland?”

His amused demeanour was almost tangible, you just knewhe had a shit-eating grin plastered on his face. “So what, are you gonna leave me too tonight?”

Shrugging, you turned to face him. “Mm, sorry sweetie, but I can’t let Harrison win this game.”

He pouted. You knew he hated it when you called him sweetie, but that’s what made it so fun, right?

“Still playing this stupid game, huh?”

You didn’t bother to reply, since he knew the answer already. Instead, your eyes wandered off to where your best friend was flirting with a cute girl you’d seen earlier, pretty long chestnut hair falling in curls on her back and a lock twirling around her slender finger. She and Harrison were standing on the other side of the bar, both a beer in their hands and Haz leaning a little bit closer to her, leaving her flustered. You saw why she’d drawn his attention, because even with her reddening cheeks she was probably the most beautiful girl in this room.

“You’re jealous, aren’t you?”

Honestly, you’d almost forgotten that Tom was sitting next to you. You scoffed. “Well duh, have you seen her? I wish I had that hair.”

Tom chuckled. “I meant that youwant to be the one Haz is flirting with.”

“What?” Your face flushed almost just as much as the girl you’d been talking about. “No, I don’t! Why would I?”

“It’s too obvious, Y/N, you can’t hide it from me.” Tom’s smirk was one you just wanted to wipe from his face, and that only seemed to amuse him even more.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Before he could argue with you, you got up from your stool and started to walk away. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to win a bet.”

You were moving on the music, hips swaying in your strapless dress and the hands of the cute guy, Ian, on your waist. When you’d walked up to him, he’d first told you that he was an exchange student and was only in London for a few months. Then he’d told you a bit about his homeland, which made you swoon a little, since his heavy accent was terribly seductive. And it was extremely hot how he’d leaned closer to you to whisper in your ear when the music got a little too loud.

And as if he couldn’t be more perfect, he was also an amazing dancer. Most guys you knew didn’t have any rhythm, but Ian knew perfectly what he was doing. He took your hand in his as you danced, and motioned for you to turn, to which you landed perfectly in his arms again.

When he turned you around again, your eyes fell on a couple making out against the wall. It didn’t take long for you to recognize Harrison and the pretty brunette, especially when they broke apart to breathe and Haz immediately leaned in again to capture her lips once again.

Something twisted in your stomach. Guess this game was now a tie.

“Hey, you wanna go outside?” You almost shouted at Ian, because you knew there was no way he could hear you over the music otherwise. Not that it was really necessary, because you were sure he saw in your eyes what you wanted. His brown eyes showed you that he wanted the same.

Not much later you were leaning against the wall in a small alleyway, right next to the bar from where you could still hear the music booming through the air. Ian was standing in front of you, his arm resting next to your head against the wall. With someone else you normally would’ve been on your guard, but Ian patiently waited for you to take the first step, as if he didn’t want to overwhelm you.

And you … You didn’t really know what you were waiting for. Ian was here, whispering low about something – you didn’t really know what he was talking about, but with his accent it sounded unbelievably sexy. And his lips were close, you could just kiss them if you only moved a little forward.

Then muffled voices came your way, and your attention was suddenly somewhere else. Because you knew who was coming, you’d recognize that voice anywhere.

Both Harrison and the brunette walked past the alleyway, but they didn’t seem to notice you. How could they, since their attention almost seemed glued to one another. The girl giggled sweetly when Haz said something you couldn’t understand, and his grin widened nearly unnoticeably.

Harrison looked up, just long enough to finally spot you and if you didn’t know any better, you would’ve been sure his expression fell for a moment. But just as quickly, it disappeared, a genuine smile instead plastered on his handsome face.

Ian didn’t seem to notice any change in your behaviour, as he was still talking, face still as close as it was before. But as soon as you saw Haz disappear around the corner, you pushed Ian gently but confident a little away from you. You’d made up your mind.

Questions shone in his auburn eyes at your resolute movements. A soft smile played on your lips when you answered them.

“I’m sorry, Ian, but I don’t think I can do this.”

That was the only explanation you gave him, before you turned away from him and walked with big steps straight back to the bar. It didn’t take long to find Tom in the crowd, and when you occupied the stool next to his and you saw the same questions in those brown eyes you’d seen earlier with Ian, you realised you didn’t know what to say. So you said the only thing you did know.

“Let’s get drunk.”

You were more than just drunk. You were totally wasted.

Harrison had his arm around you when he led you into the apartment he shared with Tom and he looked nothing but pissed to end his night taking care of his drunk best friend. Even though he knew he would always take care of you when you needed him to – y’know, since you were his best friend and he loved you as one -, that didn’t exclude the fact that he could be terribly annoyed by you. And this was definitelyone of those moments.

“Next time you decide to get drunk, you could either invite me or make sure that Tom can bring you home,” Haz grunted. He was right, of course, and normally Tom would be there for you. Only, you could be pretty persuasive when you were drunk – or maybe Tom just couldn’t stand the temptation.

And when both of you drank too much, Tom was almost worse than you were. The only difference was, when you were drunk, you were clingy and had no filters, you just said and did everything that came to your mind. Whereas Tom, who surprisingly didn’t take alcohol as well as you did, had a sudden gigantic energy boost, but after not even a dozen minutes he could fall asleep while standing.

Luckily Haz had come back into the bar before that could happen, or else it would’ve been really difficult to get him home. That was also why he had taken care of Tom first, ‘cause at least you could still stand on your own feet.

“You know you love me, Hazzie.” You wrapped your arms around your best friend, who had more trouble to hold you upright with the minute.

He just grunted under your weight. “Yeah, yeah, let’s just get you to bed.”

The boys didn’t have a guest room, so instead Haz chose to share his own bed with you for the night. This wasn’t the first time you stayed over, and his bed was big enough for two anyway. You weren’t anything morethan just friends, so it wasn’t a big deal, right?

With a lot of groaning from his side and a lot of giggling and every now and again a random thought you apparently wanted to share with him – Do pants feel it if we accidentally rip them? Because that would be so sad! -, he eventually managed to get you on the bed. From his closet, he took one of his shirts and threw it your way. “Here. You can sleep in this.”

Another giggle escaped your lips and you wiggled both your arms in the air. “Help me!”

Haz sighed and let his head hang for a moment. “All right.”

He took the shirt from your lap and pulled it gently over your arms and head. “You’re lucky you have me, darling.” You giggled in response and ruffled his hair, to which a soft smile appeared on his lips. “And you’re not even going to remember this tomorrow.”

His grip on your forearms was firm but delicate as he helped you get up. “Now do me a favour and take of that dress, you’re not gonna be able to sleep in that.” You wiggled your eyebrows at his words, but Haz just rolled his eyes in answer. “Not like that. I’ll get you a glass of water and an aspirin for tomorrow.”

When he came back and opened the door, he saw you laying already under the covers, your face serene as if you were sleeping already. But as soon as he set foot in the room, you opened your eyes, sleepy but following him every movement. Harrison looked at you for a moment, let his gaze wander all over your face, and thinking how genuinely lucky he was to have you in his life. Even in moments like this, when you could be such a burden, he never saw it as such.

He put the glass water next to you on the nightstand and crouched down so he was at eye level with you. “Are you okay, darling?”

You nodded, your sudden tired eyes still focussed on him.

“Good.” He smiled a little. “Now I’d say you go to sleep now, love, you’ll need it.” Before he stood up, he softly brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. But you were quicker.

Your hand grasped his wrist as if you didn’t want him to go yet. “Hazzie …”

“What’s wrong, love?”

“Did you kiss the girl?”

It took him a moment before he understood what you were referring to. To him, it seemed like such a long time ago, he wasn’t even sure if he remembered her name right. “I did. Why?”

Your voice was already zooming out, he knew you would be asleep in maybe less than a minute. “Then we have a tie.”

“Why?” Haz squinted his eyes at you, not sure he heard you right. “Didn’t you kiss that guy I saw you with?”

“Ian.” You closed your eyes and didn’t answer for a long moment, and Harrison was almost certain you had fallen asleep before you could properly answer him. But then you opened one eye to look at him and grinned sleepily. “And nooo. I couldn’t.”

He didn’t even know if it was smart to listen to someone who was that drunk, but somehow he really wanted to know what you meant. “You couldn’t … why?”

“Because I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending that they’re you.”

Well that was one answer he didn’t expect.

“I –“ How could it be that even in your drunken state you still had the power to shut him up with only one sentence? “What?”

But this time it seemed like you were out of answers. Instead, you opened your eyes to look at him once more. “Good night, Hazzie.” And before he could do something, you pushed yourself up a little and pressed your lips against his in a short kiss. By the time he processed what’d happened, you’d already pulled back and fallen asleep. For real, this time. 

Harrison was left wondering. Not only about what you said, but … maybe, just maybe, he recalled electricity coursing through his veins when your lips touched his. And maybe, just maybe … It could be that he felt the same way.

[their-destinys-writer]

Infection

Based on the Infection!AU by @thebirdfromthemoon-art (1, 2, 3, 4, 5)

Ladynoir July Day 15 - Race Through City

Event organized by @lovesquare-squad

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A/N: I know Ladynoir July is over, but I want to finish this story. So expect it to continue until it’s done XD

Ao3

Chat Noir and Alya stared in horror at the eyes of their beloved Ladybug. Gone was the warmth of her kindness, replaced by a cold apathetic stare, made worse by the new colors. The two teens were frozen, unsure of what would happen if they said or did something. Was Ladybug even still…Ladybug?

“Ladybug?” Chat Noir said cautiously.

On cue, the infected heroine turned on her heels and ran to the nearest window. With a jump, covering her face with her arms and raising her knees to her stomach, she broke the glass and landed on the next building. Chat Noir and Alya ran quickly enough to the window to see Ladybug jumping over a chimney, to the next apartment complex.

“Alya—”

“Trixx, transform me!” the redhead called, as Chat Noir started following the girl in spots.

Soon enough, Rena Rouge was speeding beside him. They raced as fast as they could, but they were still too far behind to even be heard by Ladybug. She hopped and swung from one building to the next, showing no signs of stopping. When they reached a park, she jumped down, yet when the other two followed, she had suddenly vanished.

“Where did she go?!” Chat Noir panicked, shifting from side to side. “She was just here, how could she disappear like that?!

“We don’t know if she’s capable of new things,” Rena Rouge pointed out. “If her eyes were capable to change to that, who knows what else has changed about her. What I don’t understand is why. She seemed so positive back at the apartment.”

“I don’t know, maybe there’s something she—” but he stopped abruptly, smacking his forehead. “Of course! Ladybug is the most sympathetic person I know. When someone gets upset, she gets upset. Urgh, I’m such an idiot.” He stomped a foot to the ground. “I just keep making this worse, don’t I?”

“Hey, no, don’t beat yourself up,” the fox-girl said, placing a hand on his shoulder. “I didn’t help matters either. But right now, what matters is that we find her and try to find a way to fix this.”

As she started to the opposite direction, Chat Noir thought about her words. No, she didn’t help matters, but she also wasn’t the one who started it. She was only defending herself against his attitude, which, admittedly, had not been the best. He let out a sigh.

“I’m sorry,” he said. Rena Rouge stopped for a second before turning around, staring at him in surprise. “I’m sorry for treating you like I did earlier. I shouldn’t have taken out my frustration on you. That was not cool.”

“It’s fine,” she waved her hand dismissively. “I get it. But you know I’m not the one you should apologize to, right?”

“I know.” Chat Noir’s shoulders slumped. “I’ll do that as soon as we find her.”

With shared determined nods, the two heroes ran in different directions to cover more ground. And hopefully, find Ladybug before anything worse happened.

Two hours had passed, and Chat Noir and Rena Rouge had not had the best luck. While one of them traversed the east side of Paris, the other checked the west side. Yet when they met up at the Eiffel Tower, neither was dragging Ladybug with them.

“She can’t just disappear like that,” Chat Noir grabbed at his hairs. “I’m usually the sneaky one. Hasn’t anyone said anything in the Ladyblog?”

“Nothing,” Rena Rouge shrugged, tapping at her phone. “Not even in the D.M.s.” She gave her phone for Chat Noir to hold. I’m guessing she doesn’t want to be found.”

“Why, though?” He rubbed his chin. “The way she looked earlier… I would’ve assumed she’d want to destroy something or hurt someone. Maybe she had a goal?”

“I don’t think so,” the redhead said, as she looked at the city. “If she went to destroy something, we would’ve heard about it by now.”

“So, what would she do then?”

Rena Rouge frowned, hazel eyes shifting from building to building.

“What if she sought shelter instead?” she said. “Somewhere she feels safe?”

Chat Noir thought for a moment. “Somewhere she can’t find the negativity we were practically oozing out.”

“Exactly,” Rena Rouge placed a fist in her hand. She then turned to him. “What’s the warmest, safest place you know?”

The boy’s heart skipped a beat, as if it knew the answer to that question before his mind. He thought for a moment, and if he was being honest with himself, there was only one place he had been in where he felt truly at home.

“Um, this may sound silly,” he said, scratching the back of his head. “But… Marinette’s house.”

Rena Rouge gave him a dumbfounded look, before…

“Pffthahahahahahahaha!”

“Jeez, I said it was silly, no need to make fun of me” Chat Noir whined, his face starting to feel warm.

“No, it’s just—” She laughed some more. “Sorry. I thought you were gonna say your house or something.”

“My house is the Arctic, compared to hers,” he admitted. “Anyway, your point?”

“Right,” she snorted. Chat Noir held in another whine. “You know, you make a valid point. There’s probably no safer place than the Dupain-Cheng’s. I think we should start there.”

“Really? You think Ladybug is close enough to go to Marinette’s for comfort?”

“Uh… Sure.” Rena Rouge shrugged, quickly turning in the direction of the bakery and starting her track.

Chat Noir followed after saving Alya’s phone, not fully convinced by her response. He also couldn’t help but feel her reasons for laughing were a little more than an unexpected answer. Nevertheless, he didn’t want to waste time questioning her motives, instead racing her to the apartment above Tom and Sabine Boulangerie Patisserie.

The two of them landed on Marinette’s balcony and peered into the trapdoor. Chat Noir’s eyes widened as he stared at the unexpected: Ladybug was curled up on Marinette’s bed, clutching a large pink cat plushie. Her eyes were squeezed shut, so he wasn’t sure whether she was still possessed or not.

“Oh, girl,” Rena Rouge said under her breath. She reached for the trap door, but Chat Noir stopped her.

“Please,” he whispered. “Let me.”

The redhead blinked and nodded, retracting her hand. Chat Noir opened as quietly as possible to lower himself into the room. Sitting on his knees, he softly placed a hand on her shoulder.

“Ladybug?” he called. She didn’t budge, so he tried again. “It’s okay. Everything’s okay. You don’t have to hide.”

Ladybug sighed, making relief wash over Chat Noir. She sat up and turned to look at him. Although her eyes were red, it wasn’t the unnatural red from earlier. Her irises were back to blue and the sclera was sore from what seemed like crying. The boy smiled softly, in hopes of reassuring her.

“It’s okay,” he repeated, a hand on her cheek. “You’re safe, Ladybug. You’re okay. You’re still you.”

She sniffed, a new batch of tears rolling down her face. The next thing he knew, the girl’s arms were around his neck and she started sobbing. While shocked, he still found enough consciousness to return the embrace, stroking her hair for good measure.

Buy me a Hot Chocolate?

[aclamclriver]

let me call you sweetheart

summary:  arthur paterson is nephew to one of new york’s most ruthless crime bosses,  no matter how miserable it might be.  running illegal alcohol through a town that is on the brink of prohibition,  paterson is interested in only poetry and solitude, until he meets the charming daughter of new york’s upper class.   tagged:   @ochacaka​,  @oh-adam​,  @moonlightsolo,  @killakylo,  @say-my-name-assbut notes:  you know how sometimes you make a post that is 98% thirst 2% history and you end up getting carried away and you go ahead and plot out twenty one chapters because you have no control over your life?  this is one of those times.  

tommy scout tells him one day,  chewing on a toothpick with his usual nonchalant grace,  that there’s no way in hell they’ll ever ban booze in new york.

“it’s too much money,”  tommy said,  kicking his heel against the barrel that lies in half-ruined waste by his foot.  he’s an idle boy       hardly a man,  though he has half a foot on paterson,  and the beginnings of a fine mustache that’ll be the envy of every man in the bar.  paterson likes to think tommy comes and goes as he pleases,  drawn to the hubbub and chaos of new york because it presents something to see;  otherwise,  what else could he be doing?  he’d fit better in the south,  where the drawls run thick like molasses on words that slur into the next,  and tom sawyer paints a fence with a lazy idea in mind.  

paterson doesn’t fit in anywhere,  he supposes.  he’s 26 and he still has too many boyish features:  ears lopsided and prominent,  practically made to be pulled and snatched at whenever someone wants his attention.  he’s tall limbs and gangly appearance,  not quite at home in his own body,  built for tripping over and kicking over and generally making a mess when one is hoping for quiet.  he imagines himself as some kind of tragic background character in his own poems,  the one he scrawls on scraps of paper he can snatch away whenever the opportunity presents itself;  not a hero,  and certainly not a villain,  but doomed to observe and see and never find himself within.  

“those old loons have got the wrong idea,”  tommy remarked,  and paterson pulled his attention away from the barrel to follow tommy’s gaze,  falling on the women holding up signs and calling up all sorts of questionable decrees he couldn’t care less about outside the magistrate’s office.  “they wanna ban the booze,  they’re just gonna make it harder to find husbands.  half of ‘em will only get married if their man has his goggles on.”

paterson didn’t answer,  but tommy never seeks one from him,  anyways;  he seems utterly at ease in quiet,  and more often that not,  laughs at his own jokes harder than anyone else.  he is a caricature of comedy,  a mimicry of the jest,  and paterson thinks that one day,  tommy will have turned out to be some kind of imp that wanders from town to town,  no goal in mind but to keep himself vaguely entertained,  and no one will at all be surprised.

“they’ve been protesting nonstop,”  paterson commented,  and tommy shrugged,  a half-hearted gesture that shows nothing but disinterest in the whole affair.

“governor makes too much money from the drinkers to throw ‘em out.  hell,  governor drinks himself quiet every evening.  not to mention the mayor and all the judges.”  he snorted,  pulling his toothpick from his mouth and flicking it into the busy street;  paterson watched as it disappeared under the rickety tires of one of the new automobiles careening by.  “these birds think the drink is to blame for everything.  most be the most boring households in the city!  even the puritans had a sense of humour.”

paterson said nothing.  under his arm,  in crates stacked two by three,  were bottles and bottles of wine and rum that were stamped from halfway around the world,  touring through europe on the back of an assassination that took them all by surprise.  they’re earmarked for the mayor himself,  and he paid an arm and a leg to get them,  right around the same time that he let one of the drys come in and make a stirring speech about the morality of the drink and how the world would be better off without it.

uncle dean was real chuffed to get the order,  but uncle dean was in one of those strange moods where the wind could blow him one direction or another.  some days,  he was happy to throw his arm around paterson’s shoulder,  and offer him friendly advice about life,  and love,  and all the rest of the business;  other days,  paterson was ducking under that same arm,  moving faster than his limbs allowed to get him out of the way of whatever uncle dean happened to be hurling.  there was no real middle ground with dean,  and there was certainly no pleasing him with bad news       paterson had learned to keep his mouth shut when the times were bad,  and keep it shut when things perked up.

they’d been doing this a lot,  lately       grabbing goods from the docks late at night,  when the guard was persuaded to look the other way,  and selling it for a profit out the back,  so to speak.  alcohol might not be prohibited,  but new york was tense,  real tense:  just the other week,  the dryers had managed to get a bar shut down on serving german beer,  and there was a lot of talk about europe,  europe this and that,  europe and the duke who was killed,  and the duke and his country,  and where that all fit into the greater picture.  no one had any real clue what was going on,  but it seemed like germany was on the wrong side of it,  and austria-hungary,  and suddenly things from overseas was very expensive,  and worth more than paterson could imagine earning in his life.

“more than those damn scribbles could earn you,”  uncle dean was sure to remind him,  and paterson had simply pretended that it was a good point,  and he wasn’t working on a poem at that moment,  anyways.

he was always working on a poem.  he had been writing since before he could remember,  watching the world and turning it into prose through eyes that always saw more than he let on.  it was difficult to write when his uncle was always pressing him to run errands,  and it was difficult to run errands because uncle dean was mixed up with crowds that veered towards the unsavoury.  paterson was a good kid,  and he had looked it;  no one took notice of him now,  because how could anyone imagine arthur paterson smuggling booze and goods around in his little beat-up cart,  with his scruffed hat and his dozens of little papers that always seemed to have something scratched across?

he was thinking of that now,  crossing the lane across central to bring a new shipment in that uncle dean had said was more than his head’s worth,  and he better not forget it.  he had a good idea of what was inside,  but hadn’t really bothered to take a good look       the less he knew,  the better.  his head was stuck on his latest verse,  stuck on trying to get it to work;  all the words fit right,  but he had nothing behind it,  no spark,  no jolt.  no muse,  really.  and he was still pondering that when someone in front of him gave a loud cry,  and paterson realized he had been about to hit someone who had accidentally crossed in front of his rickety auto.

he swerved,  hard,  nearly upending the whole thing as he sought to avoid hitting what was evidently a woman in a blue jacket and dress;  he didn’t see much more,  as his wheel hit the curb and gave a tremendous screech of annoyance,  causing passerby to jump out of the way,  or snicker openly at the whole affair.  there were a few honks behind him as other cars witnessed the mess,  but other than nearly jolting himself out of his seat,  the damage didn’t seem too bad.  

shit.  the booze.

he leapt from his seat,  ignoring the door entirely,  and as he did,  he realized the dame was still in front of the car,  probably frozen in shock.  despite his worry over the cargo in the trunk,  he couldn’t just leave her there to come to her senses       what if he had grazed her,  or she had twisted an ankle,  or something?  better to make sure she was okay.  so he turned,  opened his mouth,  and  ...  found himself speechless.

you hadn’t meant to cross the street just then       you had gotten distracted by something,  found yourself a little too close to the road,  and only realized your predicament when a car came barreling down at you.  luckily your mouth knew better than to freeze like the rest of you had,  and you had let out an unladylike shriek as you came close to being flattened like a pancake on easter sunday.  you had just caught your breath when paterson came out to check on you,  and something about the way you looked       your hair in the sunlight,  maybe,  or how the blue of your dress showed off the high colour in your cheeks       seized his attention and choked all the words right out of him.  

“oh,  my goodness!”  you had said,  highly distressed,  flapping your arms in hopeless anxiety.  “are you alright?  i didn’t mean to step in front of you,  it was an accident and i       and your car!  i am so sorry,  is it very damaged?  does it need any repairs?  are you alright?”

you asked that all in one breath,  your eyes blinking up at him from thick lashes that swept out like a brush of ashes on the hearth,  and paterson had opened his mouth to answer and closed it again when none of his words would surface.  

“are you alright?”  he managed to ask,  only after you had started to inquire at a higher pitch about needing to see a doctor;  you stopped mid-sentence to look at him in puzzlement.

“i  ...  oh,  yes,  of course,  you didn’t even hit me.  but are  you  alright?  you hit the curb awfully hard!”

“it’s fine,”  paterson said,  having not once looked at the car.  “i’m fine.  it’s fine.  you sure you’re not hurt,  miss  ...?”

“[y/n],”  you said,  and you had smiled up at him in such dazzling relief that paterson was immediately struck with the desire to repeat the entire process all over again,  just to see you smile once more.  “and you are mr  ...?”

“m’name is arthur,  but all my friends call me paterson,”  he replied,  and he was intimately aware of how silly he sounded,  how stretched out and inelegant he looked compared to your beauty       with a lose twist of hair bobbing on your neck,  and a flush high in your cheeks,  and a pretty white brooch on your chest,  accentuating the line of your throat and the curve of your chin.  

“well,  i am very sorry we couldn’t meet under better circumstances,  mr paterson,”  you said,  and the way your tongue rolled his name like a sweet had his knees shaking.  “are you very sure the car isn’t damaged?”

“absolutely,”  paterson answered,  quite firmly,  and he leaned one arm down on the door,  as if to prove a point;  it gave an ominous shake underhand.  “uh,  but if you need a ride anywhere  ...  you know,  to apologize for having almost run you down  ...”

“it was all my own fault,”  you declared,  and you shook your head firmly on the point.  “and i am meeting a friend just across the street,  but thank you very much for the offer.  mr paterson,  if you  do  find that the car has been damaged,  please,  please  give me a call and i will pay for the damages immediately.  i’m just       ”  you rummaged in your purse for a moment,  and emerged with a thick white card,  printed with fine black lettering.  “my father,  mr.  sullivan,  will pass along your message.  you can find us at this address.  please,  mr paterson, if there’s any damage at all,  it really is my fault,  and if you find there were any injuries!”  you pressed the card into his hand,  the fabric of your glove brushing along his skin like an electric shock.  

he had been struck dumb,  only able to offer a garbled  “thank you,”  before you had smiled that dazzling smile again,  and darted back across the street,  making sure to glance both ways before you made the crossing.  he watched after you for several minutes,  until you had disappeared from sight,  and then his gaze fell to the card you had closed in his hands.

fifth avenue,  beamed up at him in that elegant script,  barrister and business.  underneath was the name you had mentioned,  and an address that paterson knew spoke more money and manners than he had hairs on his head.

but god,  he thought,  slumping against the rickety old jalopy that was still parked up on the curb,  much to the annoyance of passerby.  but god,  oh god,  that smile.  if your smile was an arrow,  that he had been struck to the quick,  and was bleeding out in the most wondrous agony.  

that poem he had been irritated with was already forgotten,  replaced with one that emulated your eyes to starlight.  paterson smiled,  clasping your card to his heart.

[strangerthings-nstuff]

Sneeze-Monster

Steve Harrington x Reader

Request - If you are still taking requests can you do one where y/n gets sick or hurt and Steve takes care of her? Thanks !

Word Count - 1653

A/N - I chose the sick route! After writing so much angst for Distance I wanted to go pure fluff for this one. Also idk what a sneeze-monster is I just got it in my head and couldn’t get it out, so I used it in the imagine and now it’s made it as the title. I’m sorry. You weren’t too specific so this is where my mind took me I guess. I read it over a few times, but it’s late so I could’ve missed something, just let me know if ya spot any mistakes. Other than me being silly (and stupid) I hope you enjoy!!! (If your not satisfied go ahead and request another, be as specific as you want!)

You leaned against the wall of your kitchen, twirling the phone cord between your cold fingers. “Hello?” Mrs. Harrington answered, catching your attention.

“Hi Mrs. Harrington, it’s Y/N, do you mind putting Steve on the phone?” you questioned, trying your best to hide your scratchy throat. The last thing you needed was one more person doting on you for the minor cold you were experiencing. You didn’t want to tell Steve, knowing he would treat you like you were dying, but you had to explain to him why you were canceling your date. “Of course, dear! Give me a moment.” You heard her yell Steve’s name, telling him you were on the phone, then there was shuffling followed by Steve’s voice.

“Hello this is Steve Harrington speaking, may I ask who’s calling?” You smiled softly as his mock formal tone.

“Hi Steve.”

“I’m sorry, who is this?” He asked, causing you to roll your eyes.

“Steve.”

“I’m gonna guess it’s Y/N because of the attitude. Hi, Sweetheart.” Your heart fluttered at the nickname, and you silently cursed this damn sickness for ruining your date with Steve.

“Hey, listen... I’m really sorry babe, but I have to take a raincheck on our date tonight,” you said, hoping he would just go with it and not ask why.

You should’ve know better.

“What- Why? Are you alright?” he flooded you with questions, and you took a moment to think of the best response without making him freak out.

“Yes, Steve, I’m fine,” you sighed, “but, I have a minor cold, really no big deal, and I don’t think it’s a good idea for me to g-” you cut yourself off with a fit of sneezes, holding the phone away from your face. You took a deep breath and continued, voice raspier than before. “I was saying, I don’t think it’s a good idea for me to go out.”

“A minor cold, huh? Why don’t you tell that to the sneeze-monster that just gave you a visit,” he said, voice threaded with sarcasm.

“The sneeze-monster?”

“Yes, the sneeze-monster, Y/N. It’s a monster that-” he paused for a moment, “No, forget that, it’s not important. What’s important is making sure you’re taken care of. So, tell me what you need, all I’ll be right over.”

You took a tired breath before speaking, “Steve, really, I’m fine.”

“If you’re not going to tell me what you need, I’m just gonna go with my instincts and bring you some good movies, warm soup, and lots of cuddles.”

You smiled softly, “That does sound nice, and I do want to see you... but I don’t wanna get you sick.”

“Nope! Not hearing it. I’ll be over soon, don’t worry about me, cupcake.”

“I’m serious! One of us being sick is eno-” you were cut off by a monotone beep, signaling that Steve had indeed, hung up. You let out a frustrated sigh before pushing the phone back into it’s place on the wall.Your head began to feel dizzy from standing up for too long, so you lazily stumbled over to the couch, collapsing on it once you were close enough. You were feeling colder than usual, despite your mom turning up the heat for you before going to work, but you couldn’t bring yourself to get up and find a blanket. Trying to make up for a lack of warmth, you pulled your hands into the sleeves of your sweater before tightly wrapping your arms around yourself, curling up into a ball. The Jetsons played on the TV and you mindlessly watched, blowing your nose into tissue after tissue.

You were half-asleep when you heard three loud knocks on the door, followed by an unclear words that could have only belonged to Steve. The door twisted open, Steve letting himself in after being faced with no response. “Hello?”

You sat up slightly, managing to let out a croaky “In here” to get Steve’s attention. You smiled fondly at the sight of him as he entered the living room. His hair was messy, and his arms were full of bags filled with things he thought would make you feel better. He placed the bags on the floor, making his first priority to greet you properly. He walked over to you place on the couch, and sat next to where you were curled up.

“Hi, sweetheart,” his voice was a soft whisper, as if anything louder would somehow break your already fragile body. He rested his hand against your cheek, and you leaned into it, closing your eyes with comfort. You felt his lips ghost over your forehead before placing a delicate kiss, then pulling back to look at your flushed face. Your skin was pale, and clammy, despite feeling so cold, and your nose was tinted red from blowing it into tissue every other minute. Nonetheless, you never managed to stop taking Steve’s breath away.

“Thanks for coming, you really didn’t have to,” you said, voice cracking from the chest rattling coughs that had been taking over your lungs periodically through the day. He let his hand run through your tangled hair, shaking his head at you.

“Of course I had to come.” You smiled at his sincere tone, reaching your hand up to rest on his that was cupping your face. His eyebrows furrowed, and he removed his hand from your face, taking your hand in both of his. “Holy shit, Y/N, you’re freezing- why the hell don’t you have a blanket?” His deep brown eyes filled with concern as they gazed at you, and you gently shrugged.  

“I dunno… too lazy to get one.” He shook his head disappointingly, leaving his spot next to you in search of something to warm you up. You heard shuffling until he returned with two blankets, quickly returning to your side. He laid them over you, tucking them into your sides, making sure you were fully covered.

“Steve, you don’t have to swaddle me like a baby. I’m fi-” again, you were cut of by rough sneezes. Steve grabbed a few tissues, handing them to you.

“What did I say? Tell that to the sneeze-monster,” he said, as if he was proving a point. You grabbed the tissues and blew your nose loudly, not breaking eye contact with Steve.

“Jesus, Y/N, get enough snot out? Be careful not to blow any brains, will ya? We don’t need your IQ dropping any lower than it already is.” You let out a dry ‘ha ha’ at Steve’s comment, and reached your dirty tissue towards his face.

“Do you want some, Babe? Maybe you could use my brain cells, actually, you definitely could use them. I can only imagine what all that hairspray does to your poor mind.”

His face twisted in disgust, pushing your hand away. “Alright, alright. No more playing. This is operation make-Y/N-feel-better.” You pouted, throwing your tissues on the sad pile forming on the table.

“But teasing you does make me feel better.”

“You can tease later, okay?”

“Fine,” you replied, watching him stand up to rummage through the bags he had brought. He found what he was looking for, and popped a movie into the VHS, revealing the title screen to Risky Business.

“As much as I don’t support your obsession with Tom Cruise, because let’s be real I’m much better looking than him, I’m trying to make you feel better.”

“How noble of you,” you mocked, earning a smile and a nod in agreement from Steve.

“I know,” he said, returning to his bags. He pulled out a pair of socks, and you gave him a giddy smile.

“Are they fuzzy?” You questioned, hoping the answer was a yes.

“Extra fuzzy,” he said, pulling your legs from under the blanket to put them on your cold feet. “Now, let me go heat up your soup.”

“Steve- wait!” He was almost out of the living room before you stopped him. He turned to face you, waiting for you to speak.

“I’m not hungry right now, just… just come here,” you said reaching your arm out for him.

“Y/N, you need your energy back. Plus it will help your scratchy throat,” he retorted.

“Later- I’ll eat it later, I promise,” he sighed ready to turn down your offer in concern for your health, before you spoke again. “Steve, please. Come cuddle?” Your voice was quiet, almost a whisper. Steve’s heart melted as you gazed at him with begging eyes. He swears that you could convince him to do anything with those damn eyes.

It didn’t take long for him to position himself behind you on the couch, arm draped around you, squeezing you not too tight, but tight enough. You laughed as Steve hummed along with the movie while Tom Cruise danced to Old Time Rock and Roll, forgetting about the pounding in your head from the constant coughing and sneezing. “You know,” Steve started, “for someone who was telling me not to come over, you sure do seem to be enjoying my company.”

You turned around to face him, nose brushing against his from the close proximity. “I didn’t need you to come over, but, now that your here I might as well get some good cuddles out of you.” He smiled and began giving you an eskimo kiss, earning soft giggles out of you.

“How about some good kisses too?” He wiggled his eyebrows at you.

“No, Steve. We’re already close enough, I don’t need to get you sick.”

“I’m invincible, sweetheart.” With that, he softly pushed his lip against yours. You let it continue for a few seconds before feeling a familiar tingle in your nose. Pulling away abruptly, you shoved your face into the crook of your elbow and let out a few sneezes. Steve gave you a comforting kiss on the forehead when you had finished before whispering, “That damn sneeze-monster.”

[fionnmeetsharry]

The good kind of falling

A/N:  soooo i know its been forever and im sorry and i love each and every single one of you guys. I had a couple of requests for some Fionn Fluff so here iit is, i will have a smutt piece up soon because i had some requests for that too. After the smutt piece i will have another part to A&A up!!

“What, no no Fionn I can’t”. 

“C’mon Y/N I know you don’t have anything to do and it’s kinda like a house warming for me, I’ve finally got my own home”. You could hear the boys desperation for your company over the phone, you could practically see him pacing in his kitchen playing with his earring and yearning for you to say a yes. “Fine, you win Whitehead what time should I be there?” “7 good?” You could hear the smile in his voice, and it’s not like you didn’t want to hang out with him but you’d never spent the night, this was just something different something you weren’t used too. “Yea I’ll see you at 7”. //

This place was incredible, basically a little cottage hidden out in the country but it looked as if it was surrounded by a rainforest. 

You walked up the steps to the front porch, luggage in hand and a nervous heartbeat in your chest. After knocking three times you hear what seems to be a frantic Fionn behind the wooden door and a loud ‘Shit’ before it opened. “Y/N you’re here”. “Umm... yea it’s seven just like you said”. Fionn was frozen staring at you with his mouth hung open, he looked completely confused like he didn’t even know who you were. “Oh, yea I did say seven didn’t I, I just didn’t realize it was that late wanted to have dinner done before you got here”. “ You didn’t have to cook dinner and what happened to your hand”. Fionn was standing with a wet dish towel wrapped around his right as it dropped water onto his wood floors. “ Oh yea, I uh.. kinda burned my hand on the baking sheet, didn’t have my hand fully cover with the oven mitt”. “Well if you invite me in maybe I could help you with it...and dinner” Fionn got a frantic look on his face as he grabbed your bag and let you into his home, it was beautiful, peaceful. “Shit, I’m sorry, I’m a little flustered wanted everything to be perfect”.   “Fionn it’s just me and a few of your other friends, no one cares if it’s perfect or not, we just want to hang with you”. Fionn set down the wet towel and quickly wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his face into the crook of your neck and inhaling your scent to calm him down. “Thanks love”. “No problem, now let’s take a look at this burn yea”. After much researching and Fionn holding ice on his hand for about thirty minutes, you finally came to the conclusion that coconut oil was the best home remedy for burns. Fionn was reluctant at first about smothering his burned hand in coconut oil, but he eventually obliged and the two of you finished up dinner together. “I’m really glad you’re here Y/N”. Fionn said as he finished up a chipotle sauce that he made to go along with the tacos that he had cooked up for the night. “I’m really glad I am too”. You said taking a sip of water trying to make the feeling between the two of you seem less awkward. You’d spent plenty of time with Fionn alone, he was your best friend, but it was just something about watching him do domestic things in his new home that made you feel different. “Here, try this”. Fionn dipped his finger into the sauce, walking over to you and holding the single digit to your mouth. Reluctantly without breaking eye contact to make it seem less awkward you took his finger into your mouth, licking the slightly spicy sauce from his skin. “It’s good”.  You said barely above a whisper, you back leaning against the edge of the black marble counter. “Yea?”Fionn said swallowing to where you could see his Adam’s apple bob up and down. “So you like it?”You felt cornered as if Fionn was getting impossibly closer, not that you were complaining, that was the absolute last thing you were doing. “Yea, I do”. Suddenly there was a loud knock at the door followed by joyful hollering, the others were here and Fionn seemed like he was lost in his own world. “Fionn, I think everyone else is here”. Fionn came out of his trance, quickly washing his hands. “Guess I better answer the door then huh?”   Fionn hurried to the door, opening it to reveal a very excited Barry, Tom, and Harry all with luggage in hand. “Fionn, mate this place is sick”. Said Barry as he hugged Fionn quickly before fully entering the beautiful home. “And you must be Y/N, lovely to meet you”. You have Barry a shy smile and small wave as he and the others made their way inside. You didn’t know if you were feeling excitement from finally getting to meet Fionns friends, or relief from the strange moment the two of you almost had a couple of minutes ago. “Y/N love how are you?” Harry walked in, excitement on his face and his arms open always ready for a hug. Harry was the only other friend of Fionns that you had met, you swore that that man kept a schedule to make sure he had time for his friends. Every first week of the month Harry and Niall usually are hanging out or going to each other’s shows, every second week of the month it’s the same thing with Liam, and every third it’s Fionn. “I’m good H, how are you?” “I definitely can’t complain”. After a few more of Fionns arrived including Tom-GC and Jack, you all finally ate while admiring how beautiful the kitchen was. This had to be one of the most beautiful homes you’d ever seen, the combination of the wood detail and the glass doors either with beautiful countertops really pulled the whole kitchen together. 

After dinner, Fionn turned on his house speakers which ran through the entire home and the back patio, music filling the entire home. Everyone headed to the back patio while you helped Fionn carry some drinks out for everyone. After a few too many drinks all the boys were singing along to each song, each song getting more and more off key and louder as the danced around the gorgeous light of the pool. 

You were starting to feel a little buzzed after your third drink, meanwhile the boys were pretty drunk. You and Fionn were dancing, more of him just holding onto your waist so he didn’t fall down as “Touch” by Little Mix started blaring through the speakers. Fionn seemed to know all the word as he sang to you terribly off key “Just a touch of your love is enough to take control of my whole body” Harry and Tom were what looked like attempting to tango while jack and Barry were pouring themselves one more drink. This was the most fun you’d had in a while, listening to Fionn sing Little Mix and watching Harry’s dad dance moves, but you still weren’t sure about where you and Fionns friendship was going, you had always been touchy but he seemed to be even more than usual tonight. At around 3:17 AM you started helping everyone to bed, making sure that they got up the stairs and finding their rooms in the large home ok. Fionn being the last boy you help to bed as you try to help carry his stumbling self to his room and gently set him on his bed. “Y/N?” “Yea Fionn?” You said as you took his shoes off for him. “Do you think of me?” “Umm.... yea of course you’re my best friend. Do you think of me?” You said as you pulled him a clean pair of grey sweatpants from his drawer, handing them to him to change into if he could after you left. “Yea ... a l-lot... lot”. You laughed at your best friends drunken speech and question, “Well good, I hope so because I plan on being your friend for a while”. You started to leave the room to give him some privacy to change and also you were exhausted and really just wanted a shower. “Y/N”. Fionn called out in a whiny tone. You turned around to see the drunk boy fiddling with his belt trying to undo it he tugging the wrong way, making it tighter. “I can’t get this .... ugggh!” “Fionn Fionn be quiet, the others are sleeping”. He looked up at you with desperate, bloodshot, tires eyes like a child that was frustrated and just wanted help. “I can’t get this fuckin thing off of me”. He said trying to pull it off the wrong way one more time. “Ok ok, I’ll help you with the belt”. Fionn watched in amazement at your fingers working to get the belt undone like they were the magic key to some lock. “There see, the belts off and now you can change”. “Nooooo”. Fionn still has that childlike look of being helpless and you were the only one who could help him. You let out an aggravated huff as you got down on your knees to undo the button on his jeans. Fionn was watching you while grinning from ear to ear, “What is it Fionn”. You said as you stopped working at the button that seemed to be stuck, you weren’t that drunk.... were you? “You’re takin my pants off”. “Yes Fionn, I’m helping you change remember”. “Aren’t you gonna take me on a date first”. You rolled your eyes and continued to work at the button. “I haven’t any pants underneath”. The drunk boy snickered while keeping his eyes locked on your hands. “Fionn Whitehead you better have something on under these jeans”. “Kidding!-” Fionn screamed with smiling “I have on some”. Finally after much work and your fingers being sore you got the button undone, pulling his pants down and helping him into the sweats, and after much whining from Fionn helping him remove his shirt which he got tagged around his neck. “Sleep with me please”. A droopy eyes already under the covers Fionn said as you were about to leave. “What?” “Not like....n-not like seeex silly, jus’ it’s jus’ I don’t wanna be alone....please?”   “Ok”. You climbed into the opposite side of the bed, Fionn immediately wrapping his arm around your waist and laying his head on your chest. “I do think of you Y/N. I think about how happy I am when I’m with you, how I’m never that happy with anyone else. I think about how much I love playing with your hair and I wonder if you’re ok all the time when I’m not with you. I think of how soft your skin is and how you must put lotion on everyday, but them I remember you don’t put lotion on all the day and that’s just how you are. And I think about your scent, how you have this incredibly scent that makes me feel all fuzzy inside and how it comforts me and how I wish I could just bottle that scent up and have it for whenever we’re not together. And how if I could bottle that scent I’d call it my girl, cause you’re my girl Y/N.... well I hope you are one day at least because I think I’m in love with everything about you”. You were playing with Fionns hair while he was giving you his little speech, but you weren’t sure how to respond. Surely it was just the alcohol talking and he didn’t really mean any of that, or that’s what you had to tell yourself I order to get some sleep. You woke up to the sounds of a guitar and what seemed to be Fionn singing, looking over at the clock it read 10:48 AM. How long had he been up ? “Morning”. You said as you walked out onto his balcony where he was sat with his guitar and two plates of fruit and toast. 

“Morning, made breakfast. The rest of the lads aren’t up yet so I just brought it up here”. Fionn sat down his guitar and motioned for you to sit and eat. “What were you playing?”   Fionns cheeks instantly turned red as he avoided your eyes, “Just some fray”. “Well is love to hear more if you wouldn’t mind”. Fionn hesitated to pick his guitar back up, but that was the thing, if anyone else had asked him to continue he would have just changed the subject, but for you, for Y/N, he would do anything. “Oh, ooh, ohBe my babyOh, ooh, ohOh, ooh, ohOh, ooh, ohBe my babyI'll look after you There now, steady love, so few come and don't goWill you, won't you be the one I'll always know?When I'm losing my control, the city spins aroundYou're the only one who knows, you slow it down”. “I....I meant it ya know.... when I said that I think... that I’m falling in love with you”. Your face fell to shock. How did he remember that? Did he remember the whole monologue that he gave you? “W-what?” Fionn let out a small laugh as he set his guitar down, “I wasn’t that drunk Y/N, all the things I said last night, that’s how I really feel about you”.   “I’m not sure what to say. I mean I’ve been feeling a little differently about our relationship lately. I mean I hate it when you’re off filming and I don’t get to see you for months and I love how when we’re just hanging out and watching a movie if my feet are cold you let me warm them up on you. I love how when I have a bad day at work or a headache you’ll play with my hair and just talk to me until I fall asleep because I love your voice and I think.... I think I may be falling in love with you too”. Fionn leaned forward quickly, placing a soft and sweet kiss to your lips. “Your lips are even softer than your skin”. You laughed before capture his lips with yours, giving him a slightly deep kiss than before. “I’ve really been wanting that for a while”. Fionn pushes a stray piece of hair from your face, “Well how about we practice it just a little bit more after all of these hungover guys are out of my house?” “I’m holding you to that Whitehead”. After the boys left, the rest of your day pretty much consisted of making out and cuddling wth Fionn in his hammock. You  couldnt remember a time where you felt more happy and safe, you were lucky to have Fionn.

[ohstardust]

Are We Gonna Finish What We Started?

REQUEST: from @wardley10 You and TGC are in a bar and you’re chatting. You’ve kissed in the past but not gone any further. You’re mostly friends. But tonight you’re a bit tipsy on wine, chatting in a bar, he looks cute, you try to hold back but can’t so you give him a peck but then he deepens it.They go back to her apartment to watch a film where they cuddle and maybe a couple of kisses there but no further. See what the future brings. A/N: This came from one of our many Twitter chats that suddenly escalated and I came out with this. Hope you enjoy! Thanks to @outofworkactress for the film recommendation too, I didn’t think about how perfectly it fit until I began writing (and watched it a bunch of times and fell in love with the film all over again). Title: Selfish Love by Jessie Ware My Tom playlist can be found on Spotify (x)

The early autumn afternoon had cast a dull wash through the young woman’s shared flat but it didn’t affect her mood or deter her from the tasks and errands she had planned for the day. If anything, she quite preferred this weather because she didn’t feel guilty spending the day indoors. She’d just stepped out of the shower and was towel drying her hair when her phone vibrated on the countertop, the shrill sound of a generic ringtone startling Y/N. Somewhat inclined to ignore her device, she scanned the screen for a worthy name and half grinned at the sight of Tom GC and a ridiculous drunken photo of her friend and herself. She supposed he was worthy enough.

Y/N pulled her bath towel tight around her and sat on the closed lid of the toilet seat before answering, “Hello sunshine.” “Hey, how’re doing?” despite so few words being spoken, she could tell the man wasn’t himself, she hadn’t heard him so weary in a number of months. “I’m doing good, you however don’t seem to be your chipper self. What’s wrong?” “My head’s just a bit all over the place at the minute,” Tom paused for a moment, sounding unsure or debating what to say next, “Are you free this afternoon? Few drinks at the pub, a catch up?” “I’ll be there in an hour.” “Knew I could count on you.” They’d been friends for the past three years, introduced by their mutual friends whilst in their late teens and had the kind of relationship that could stand a month of no contact but still allow them to pick up where they left off with no trace of absence. It was no secret that they would turn to each other in times of need, they connected in a way they couldn’t do with others, maybe it was maturity or simply being on the same wavelength. “It’d be a waste of a good friendship if you couldn’t, mate.” “Thank you.” Y/N could hear the smile creeping into his voice, something she didn’t allow herself to think about every time it happened. “Put your happy face on and the first one there gets the round in.” Tom gave a small laugh, knowing her too well to know she wasn’t joking and made a mental note to arrive fifteen minutes earlier, “Deal.”

By the time late afternoon had settled itself, the clouds had started to break and the sun appeared in a beautiful hazy glow. Peering through one of the pub windows, Y/N caught sight of Tom sat at a corner table towards the back of the main room, his head propped up on his right hand and his left occupying itself turning a beer mat over and over and over. She was determined to see a smile on that handsome face before the evening was through. Pushing through the front doors of their local, she acknowledged some of the regulars with a smile and saw Tom’s face brighten as she came nearer. He embraced her tightly for a minute or so, glad to have her there and to clear his head, she’d always been his voice of reason. Y/N held him at arm’s length for a moment more, taking in the sight of her friend and offering him a small smile to comfort him, “Hello stranger.” As she took a seat opposite the man, she mentally recalled the times she’d seen him behave in such a way or look so apprehensive, the accounts were so few and far between, that she began to worry a little more than she already had been. But as usual, she refused to let it be known when she had been called upon to right a situation, Tom needed her, and she needed to get to the root right away. Tom took a mouthful of his pint and scrubbed at his forehead with his fingers before settling his gaze on the woman opposite him, grinning at her. “You’ve got that fake smile on your face, love. I know you better than that, remember?” Y/N sipped on her wine and waited for Tom to begin, never one to push a subject but rather let others speak on their own terms, she had the patience of a saint and the ear of a listener. Tom had always admired how she could subtly coax someone though. “Can we not just have a normal chat first? Let me bore you to tears, later?” “It’s up to you, I’ve got nowhere to be.”

“It’s only a small role but it doesn’t make it any easier, y’know? Like, it’s a film about Tolkein, but regardless it’s still a film set so it’s still nerve-wracking.” He nervously bit at his thumb, a habit he had when he wasn’t feeling all too comfortable which Y/N was quick to stop him doing, pulling his hand from his mouth and placing it on the table between them, her hand staying atop of his. “Plus, The Last Post is so close to finishing being aired which is making me a little bit sad, you spend all this time on a project and then when it’s all complete, and out there for everyone to see, you feel a bit lost at the end of it.” Tom’s head dropped to their clasped hands and gave a small smile, curling his index finger around hers. “That makes sense, I can’t imagine how strange it must feel. It’s had an amazing reception though, you should be proud. I know I am.” Without raising his head, he replied with a genuine, “Thanks, means a lot to me to hear you say that.” “It makes me understand why you enjoyed theatre so much though, you get to relive that character night after night, you can change elements of it for different audiences.” Tom took another gulp from his pint before pulling his fingers through his now blonde again locks, “Yeah exactly, and that’s why I feel so silly. I should be happy and grateful and enjoying all of this– and I am, don’t get me wrong, I love it-  but I’m just getting those pre-filming jitters and I’m so bloody nervous.” “That’s natural though, love. You’ve been on one film set in your life, you’ve only experienced this once, you’re not supposed to be a pro at it. I’d be more concerned about that head of yours if you were perfectly fine and not nervous at all.” He laughed and shook his head as she pressed her free forefinger to his left temple and he could feel his worries and concerns subsiding. “No, I know, it just feels even more daunting than Dunkirk did though, that’s what’s so barmy about it all. I think- at least then I knew there were a bunch of lads all in the same boat as me,” he laughed as Y/N snorted at the unintended pun and he shook his head, “we’d all been relatively new to it. But I’m worried I won’t make the right impression, or something silly like that.” “You’re just worried that you’ll fuck up in front of Lily Collins,” she giggled as he lightly kicked her ankle in his favourite old faithful brown boots beneath the table, “I know you too well Thomas Glynn-Carney, nothing gets past me.” “Is that so?” he playfully side eyed her and quirked his eyebrow with his glass raised to his lips. “Damn right it is,” she drained the remainder of her wine glass and grabbed her purse from her bag, standing from the table, “another one?” she questioned, pointing at his empty pint glass. “Please.” Tom’s fidgeting had subsided and he was starting to feel calmer, whether that was the effect of alcohol or his friend, he wasn’t too sure. Either way, he was grateful for a distraction from his own mind. She was back at the table within a few minutes, drinks in hand and a few packets of crisps clenched between her teeth which she flung onto the table after the glasses had been set down. “Mind the slober.” “I love a good bag of ready salted crisps sans Y/N’s spit.” She rolled her eyes and dramatically wiped the packets with the sleeve of her jumper to appease the man, “Pipe down mate, or you can get your own.”

As the late afternoon progressed, everything felt normal and natural again, Tom was back to being his happy and chilled out self, and Y/N was providing the banter to carry on with the joviality. It felt such a relief to see a smile on the young man’s face again. Tom’s head was tilted downward as he spoke, the soft and carefree smile playing on his lips as he glanced between his glass and Y/N. He consistently ran his finger around the rim of the glass, his eyes lazily slipping shut every now and then when he laughed. Y/N wasn’t quite sure when her gaze had fixed on his lips, they were looking plumper and fuller as he found his voice, talking and talking to her mostly attentive ears. She couldn’t deny how beautiful he looked when he was relaxed and content, there was this certain aura around him that radiated, and the dimming sun was pouring through the window and highlighting him. The more she focused on him, the more she noticed the stunning blue of his irises, brought out by the pale blue button down shirt he was wearing. It has been a long time since she’d thought about him like this, this wasn’t them, not really. He wets his lips with his tongue as his fingers card through his hair once, twice, his fingers separating as they glide through the soft and smooth thick hair. It feels almost too much, but she feels fuzzy and warm watching him. She doesn’t realise she’s slightly reached over the table to touch his arm until she’s done it, and his eyes are focused on her with a half inquisitive, half amused smile. Tom’s sentence peters off into the smoky haze of the pub when he notices her slowly inching forward, trying so hard not to concentrate on what may or may not be about to happen. There’s every trace of hesitation as she kisses his bottom lip very gently, it’s been a very long time and she’s not so sure she should be doing this. His eyes are fixed on looking down at her, his lips unmoved and only slightly parted from his last words, his breathing shallow. Y/N feels somewhat foolish and moves away from him gently, she wasn’t pushy, nor was she willing to make him more uncomfortable. Perhaps she ought to have known better. But she catches his intense gaze, the bright shade drawing her in again and she throws all caution to the wind, giving him one last chance. As she kisses him again, she raises her hand to gently stroke his jawline, thankful when he reciprocates and gives her his kiss. Something felt different this time, they’d done this a few drunken times in the past, both too consumed with various spirits, adrenaline and friends who were bad influences, but this time it was a few drinks down the pub, just the pair of them. This time there was no real excuse. He was so tactile this time, as his soft lips pressed against hers, he felt warm and his thumb stroked across her jawline and along the shell of her ear, caressing her skin. Tom’s eyelids fluttered shut and Y/N could feel his eyelashes on her cheek. His hand slipped to her neck to pull her closer as he gave her a final peck and pulled away just enough to rest his forehead against hers. The lazy smile on his face brought one to hers instantly and she felt so high and content. Y/N brushed the back of her knuckles across his cheek and grinned as he tried to tilt his head to kiss her hand. “C’mon you lump, let’s go to mine and watch a film and I’ll make you all the tea you can handle.” She reluctantly pulled away from him and grabbed her bag from the floor before standing up. When she turned back to him he was still sat there with his legs parted and back relaxed into the cushioned back board of the seat with an amused smile. “Yes Miss.”

Tom comically scoffed when she browsed her Netflix list and settled on Love, Rosie, his grin overtaking his face as he tried to hide under the soft material of one of the few blankets draped over them on the sofa. Y/N laughed and pushed on his shoulder, pretending to be offended by his faux indignance and pressed play on the video. “Did you choose a Lily Collins film on purpose?” Tom rolled his eyes once he realised the lead actress and jokingly shot her an accusatory look. She snorted into her mug of tea just as she was about to take a sip, “I swear I didn’t even think about that, call it a happy coincidence?” He shook his head before sipping his own drink and nudged her ankle with his toes, “Idiot.” “You’d be lost without me Glynn-Carney,” she gave him a knowing grin and turned her head back to the television, “now shut up and enjoy this.” Tom had seen all too many films with Y/N over the years and had grown accustomed to her knowing the dialogue from an obscene amount of films, however he almost choked on his drink when she recited a line with the same nonchalance as the character delivering it onscreen. “Ohhhh Alex, where did you learn to do that?” “You’ve watched this film far too much, such a loser.” He teased all the while brushing his hand through her hair, her head rested on his chest and their legs intertwined as they lay across the sofa. “Shut your stupid mouth or I’ll shut it for you.” “Promise or threat?” Y/N lifted her head and looked up towards him with a raised eyebrow, surveying the coy and challenging smirk on his face looking down at her and she simultaneously wanted to punch and kiss it off. “Fuck o-“ neither were sure why Tom swallowed the rest of her insult and kissed her, lines were blurring again and this was too frequent but the hand already on her head pulled her closer and he was sure he’d figure this out later. After she pulled back she grimaced at him, “That was rude, I was trying to tell you to fuck off.” “Shut up and watch the film or you’ll be cuddling a cushion, you insolent child.” “Make me a fresh brew and I’ll make you breakfast in the morning.” His eyes widened at the placement of the implication of her words this late in the evening but he lazily pulled himself away from her with a kiss to her cheek of confirmation. “I’m not sleeping on the sofa again,” he groaned as he handed her scalding mug on the coffee table, tea made just how he knew she liked it, milk no sugar. Just another thing they’d learned about each other over the past few years that came naturally to them. He took a sip of his and placed it beside hers before settling back onto the chair and pulling her back onto him, chest to chest. Y/N looked as though she was giving the idea some thought and sighed, “I’m sure I can give up a bit of my bed if you’re extra nice to me.” “And just how nice do I have to be?” “Father-Christmas-Easter-Bunny-Tom-Hanks nice.” Tom laughed incredulously, “I can’t believe you just quoted the film in conversation.” “Hush,” she grinned, this time silencing the man beneath her in a bruising kiss. It was messy, and heated and perhaps it shouldn’t be happening but the act was addictive between the pair of them and they relished in the comfort they gained from the other. In some ways, the pair were exactly like Rosie & Alex, 2 best friends with a deep-rooted connection that always draws them back to one another. Maybe one day they’ll have the real life fictional ending that the characters do, or perhaps this is where their friendship will lie for the next some years. Only time will tell.

“You’re a real sucker for a happy ending, aren’t you?” Tom asked in the early hours of the morning in the blackness of her bedroom with their cold feet pressed together for warmth. “So are you.”

[mianite-season-3]

Unofficial Season Three - Chapter 3

Calm Before the Storm

Jordan’s mind whirled as he was thrown in and out of fragmented sleep, punctuated by nightmares of suffocation and attacks of mobs whose colors were wrong. His heart raced and it took him almost half an hour every time he woke up to calm himself down out of his frantic state. The process repeated, and did nothing but exhaust him. Deep breaths turned into gulps of air as he was pulled back into unconsciousness and his vision blurred as he drowned over and over again.

It only got marginally better when he was awake, and the only thing that grounded him to reality was Tom’s hand that occasionally brushed against his side as the other man slept or Tucker’s leg that was somehow invading his space. Jordan cherished the physical touch, grounding himself on it and reminding himself that he was not alone.

Finally, he gathered the energy to fling open his eyes and stay awake. He sat up and rubbed at his eyes, scrubbing away a trail of dried tears off his cheek as he scanned the room. Nothing had changed. His friends were all still fast asleep down the line of beds, with both couples now holding each other tightly in their sleep. The dogpile of wolves were still fast asleep in the corner, with the addition of Silly who’d curled up beside Alpha.

The man sucked in a deep, agonizingly slow breath. Then another. And one more. He focused his senses in on the mundane. The wrinkling of the bedsheets as Tom flipped onto his other side. The soft snores coming from the opposite side of the room. The soft blanket that Jordan was rubbing between his fingers.

Then, a sound invaded that wasn’t part of the mundane. Shuffling footsteps he realized, approaching from right outside the door. He quickly laid back down and pretended to sleep, though there was no chance of that now.

A petite shadowy figure appeared in the entrance within moments of him lying down, which transformed into Star’s white clad person once she turned towards one of the bookshelf walls. Jordan watched as she carefully made her way over to one of the bookshelves, furthest away from him, partially obscured by Tucker’s foot.

The small girl stood there for a while, holding something in her hands and staring at it while facing the wall. He kept his breathing deep, feeling almost as if he were intruding on a private moment.

That is, until Tom kicked out in his sleep and nailed him right behind his knee. Jordan cursed inadvertently and Star’s head whipped around, her golden eyes glowing brighter than he thought was possible as he curled his knee to his chest. He silently cursed his friend for being both a restless sleeper and a strong kicker.

“You were awake... the whole time?” Star hissed. Cautious, the older man sat up and nodded slowly.

“...Why?”

“Huh?”

Golden eyes rolled. “Why are you awake? All of your friends passed out the instant they got into bed.”

Jordan grabbed at the edge of the blanket, twisting it and fidgeting with it. “I... just can’t sleep. Bad dreams.”

Something in her expression softened. “Yeah, they suck.” Star turned back to the bookshelf, tapping her thumb against the spine of the book in her hands as she thought. Suddenly, she slide the book back onto the shelf with a satisfying clunk and headed towards the door, glancing over her shoulder at Jordan as she left the room.

“If you really can’t sleep, I can show you something cool.” With that, she left.

The man stared at the doorway for a second before looking around at his friends sleeping peacefully beside him. He should try to get some sleep. None that he’d gotten so far would hold him over for the next day, he was sure.

But the thought of facing his nightmares again pulled him out of the bed and sent him cautiously padding after the strange teen with the golden eyes.

  “Star?” he called out quietly after he left the side room. A waving shadow from the other room caught his attention, and he poked his head into the room. Vibrant colors and bright light assaulted his eyes and he squinted against the natural beauty.

He’d gotten a quick look of the room before, but as he stepped past the threshold he realized he hadn’t fully comprehended how beautiful a farm and grassy green field was ever before.

Star had everything organized, with crops like wheat and carrots planted in nine by nine plots while melons and pumpkins lied past them in rows. She had sugar cane and cactus growing in efficient configurations and as he moved further into the room, posts of jungle wood with cocoa growing on them popped out.

“It’s so... normal in here,” Jordan mumbled to himself, brushing his fingers against a fully grown wheat crop in wonder.

The teen stepped out from a little room a bit ahead of where he was stood and caught the last part of his comment. Her head tilted to the side in mild confusion. “I mean, I don’t know if normal’s the word... But there is beauty in it, I guess.”

“But... the world outside is so... so...” Jordan waved his arms emphatically to prove his point. Star just stared at him.

“The world outside is so... what?” She stepped closer to him, curiosity and humor in her shining eyes. She clearly thought he was some kind of crazy, or at the very least sleep deprived.

He blew out a breath of air and a strand of hair fluttered into his face. “You know, it’s so... not normal! All the blocks are out of place! There’s no grass, or trees, or beaches, or anything!”

The girl’s stare got more incredulous. Then she broke a smile and laughed. “Oh, I get it. Nice joke.” Star brushed past him and nimbly hopped around the crops and waved for Jordan to follow her. “C’mon, let’s go.”

“I’m not joking, Star,” He added, following after her and taking extra care not to trample any crops. “This land is weird, I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“And I suppose you’re also going to try to tell me the sky is yellow and creepers are red.” Star rolled her eyes at the impossibility.

“Hey, red creepers exist!”

The teen snickered as she lead him past a fenced in pasture with docile cows, bleating sheep and clucking chickens padding around. One pig looked up as they passed, quickly deciding the humans weren’t there to feed it carrots and going back to sniffing at the ground.

Jordan reached out a hand and rubbed the ears of a sheep that stuck its head over the fence, smiling when it bleated happily in response.

“Up here,” Star said, one hand on a ladder against the wall. She swarmed up it like a monkey and was soon out of Jordan’s sight. He quickly followed her up, his eyes suddenly assaulted by darkness as he blinked rapidly to regain some sight.

He nearly fell back down the ladder as he blindly grabbed out for the next rung and grabbed at thin air, but his muscles froze and kept him stable.

“Star, what is up here?” His voice echoed back at him and a thought came to him. “You’re not gonna kill me, are you?”

A snort answered his question. “If I was going to do that, my wolves would have ripped you apart the minute they surrounded you. Gods, you’re paranoid as well as crazy.” Jordan couldn’t tell if she was teasing or not. He decided she was, for his own sanity.

It wasn’t like he could do anything about it if she did choose to kill him, anyways.

Soft rays of silver light suddenly flooded the area, and Jordan took in a one by two hallway that lead towards a glass window. Golden eyes hovered as Star poked her head out from behind the wall, silently inviting him forward with a wave.

He cautiously clambered up onto the floor and approached the glass, gasping as he looked out.

The land was in shadow, with only the full moon on the horizon casting dull silver slivers onto the hills. Mobs upon mobs shambled around, and he watched an enderman grab a wooden block from a hillside and carry it proudly.

“Isn’t it pretty?” The teen sighed, gazing wistfully out at the dark quilted world. He nodded slowly. “I come up here every now and again, when it all gets to be a bit too much. Calms me down.”

“How can you be calm when there’s that many mobs down there?” He asked, gesturing to the posse of skeletons not far from what he remembered as the door.

“They can’t get at me. I did have an enderman steal a piece of my door once though, that skeleton’s arrow hurt like a bitch.” Star rubbed the joint between her shoulder and collarbone, and let out a long sigh.

They stood in silence for a while, each admiring a different part of the scenery. Jordan was still marveling at the fact that Star didn’t seem fazed by the amount of hostile creatures just outside her door, even though it was near amounts he only remembered seeing during the blood moon in Ruxomar. He studied her out of the corner of his eye.

This girl had been through a lot, clearly. If the nonchalant attitude towards past injuries wasn’t clue enough, the way she carried herself was a dead give away. Her hand was never far away from the iron sword at her side, which glowed dimly with enchantments. She stood tall and from what he could tell, she was well-toned beneath her white armor. And more than anything, she was closed off. Jordan couldn’t really get a read on her, at least not as much as he would have liked. She gave off a similar feeling that Martha or Wag did, where they had a lot of baggage but no inclination to tell anyone what was bothering them.

Although, Jordan realized, she wasn’t nearly as good as the other two were. As the teen took in a shaky breath, he noticed her shoulders shuddering and a tear running down her cheek, illuminated silver by the setting moon.

Unconsciously he found himself gently placing a hand on his shoulder, trying to comfort her as best he could.

She stood still for a moment, then ripped away from his touch and stepping back, wiping her face furiously with her sleeve.

“Please... don’t...” Star’s voice wavered, and she rubbed the spot he’d had his hand on with her opposite arm. “Don’t touch me.”

“Sorry...”

Her eyes bored into his mind as Star stared at him, her mind racing a million miles a second. “I think you should go back to your friends now.”

“I don’t know--”

“Go! ...Please...”

He jumped as her voice cracked, and took no time to retreat back down the hallway. Once again he fumbled with the top of the ladder, clinging tightly to it until both his feet were planted.

As he descended, he thought he heard a small cry echo out from above him.

  He squinted as he placed his feet back onto the grassy ground of the farming area, comforted by the snorts and scuffling of the penned animals. A chicken came strutting over to him and regarded him with its dark beady eyes. Jordan could almost hear the chicken mocking him with its cluck.

“Do you know what’s up with her?” he asked the animal, who only tilted its head and pecked at the ground in response. “She’s so hard to understand. She shows me her secret little hidey hole and then like five minutes later asks me to leave.”

The chicken clucked.

“I know, it is kinda rude isn’t it?” he commented, reflecting on the fact that he was talking to a chicken. “Why she gotta be darude?”

Jordan chuckled at his stupid joke. The chicken wasn’t amused. It walked away, and the man stifled a yawn.

He rubbed at his eyes and made his way back out of the small paradise, into the chest room and back into the side room where he crawled into bed and curled up, asleep in mere seconds.

Jordan didn’t even notice when Tom’s arm found its way around his waist again, as the younger man searched for something close and familiar.

[antigoneidk]

Just thought of this cuz of tiktok. Tom meets one of his famous look a likes and comes up with an idea to prank reader into thinking the look alike is him, only problem is reader doesn’t fall for it at all cuz she knows all his little things that make Tom...well, Tom .

Same|t.h.

a/n: as I was writing this I realised how scary actually this is. i mean can you imagine having someone looking exactly like you?broo😂thank you for your request

warnings: fluff..not really

Bill Jackson: as the lookalike(yes that's what came to my mind nvm)

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Tom was standing still, his hands on his pockets, big smile on his face looking at the cameras around him, flashing at him capturing every move of his. He didn't try to fake anything, it was just himself at a red carpet.

After a few minutes people with cameras and microphones were all waiting patienly for celebrities to come. All of them asking either really stupid questions or personally ones, trying to take any juicy information they could. He was all giggly answering with confidence, fearless.

" Have you met Bill Jackson yet?"a woman asked.

"No is he here?"he returned the question, full of enthusiasm. The woman in front of him nodded."No way! I want to meet him so badly"

"You look literally the same. How's that even possible?"

"Maybe I have a twin that got lost in the hospital"he raised his shoulders and laughed. The blonde lady thanked me and he got back to his assistant and three of his friends when suddenly a man stood in front of him.

"Oh my God"Tom covered his mouth socked with the person across him. It felt like he was seeing him self through a mirror. Almost every little thing looked the same.

"Finally we met. How are you?" The man hugged Tom. "I am starting to believe that we are actually twins"

"Me too. I mean I could walked down the streets and people be like" Are you Bill?"and I have to admit that sometimes I like to trick them. But when I speak for a long time they're figuring it out and I'm like "Damn" "

"Well I least you tried"Bill interrupted burst out laughing. "But they don't see you with y/n?"

"She is the reason I don't get mistaken when we're out together to be honest"he smiled when your figure came to his mind.

"Isn't she here?"

"Y/n is here, she just left for a moment"he answered, but he couldn't resist to the plan he had for months in his head.

"Could you please do me a favor? I know we just met and I'm really sorry but I kinda want you to listen"he made a silly face that Bill found hilarious.

"Of course I will. Tell me"

"I want to prank my girl. She always says that she would always recognize me but I don't think she would be able to" The man in front of him stopped Tom with his hand. "Right now? Oh she would trust me. I mean the outfit...we're not wearing the same suit"

"Oh no she hasn't see me yet we're fine" Tom looked behind Bill's shoulder, seeing you talking with a man, who was holding a camera with him."Y/n's here. Please can you do this for me? Only for a minute or so, just to prove her wrong"

"Tom I got you" Bill laughed and Tom ran meters away, hiding behind a couple of people, close enough to be able to hear you.

You walked towards the familiar faces, placing your hand to your man's back, showing your bright smile.

"How are you baby?"you asked but looked at Tom's assistant, who was showing you some of your obligations you had to get done. His hand hugged your waist.

"I'm good darling"a deeper voice answered, not the one you waited to. You turned your face immediately to the direction the voice came from. You blinked fast for a moment. It wasn't Tom. It was a man who looked similar to him, but not like him.

No way.

You tried to play it cool. You smiled back at him and returned your attention back to the group around you. They were all acting the same way as before, like nothing had changed. But you were sure that the person next to you wasn't Tom.

"Babe? Can I talk to you for a second?"the mysterious man nodded at you and led you next to an another group, all of them strangers to you. He was holding your hand but that feeling you hoped you would feel, didn't appeared. A sign that proved you right.

You stared at him, clueless for a second. You tried to recall in your memory his name. He looked almost like Tom.

"Are you okay my love?" he seemed concerned, his eyebrows raised and his mouth slightly open. My love. That was something that he would say to you, but yet you were convinced that this was not him.

"Yes, well not but I'll be fine" you tried to act, holding your stomach like it was hurting you.

"Are you sure? Do you wanna leave? We can go, you don't have to worry about that" his voice got higher. He was good.

"It's okay sweet. Tell me now how did you do?"

"What?" the curiosity took all over him.

"With the interview part. You said that you were nervous to the phone" your side smile showed up and you crossed your arms to your chest, waiting for his respond.

"It went perfectly fine, you know some of them were a little rude but other than that I was good"his hand rum through his hair, a move he used to do when he was nervous. But there was not a reason to be nervous about. Who was he?

"I'm glad. And I'm sorry for being late but there was so much traffic"your hands got up in the air "I accidentally started yelling at the driver. But before you say anything I apologized to him"

"Y/n why?"

"I just wanted to be here with you Tom" you said making a sad face and lowered your face, just like a puppy would do.

Tom was listening the whole time. He was right behind your back, hardly holding his laughter, knowing you didn't have an idea of what was going on.

A flashback crossed your mind, a conversation the two of you had days ago about his identical twin, a theory that everyone has someone that looks like them. Tom had said a name, but it was blank. You only wanted the name of this person that he was talking right now. Poor man.

"Are you listening y/n?"

"I zoned out. What did you said?"

"Do you want to get back to them? They have been waiting for so long it's not right"his hand pointed their way."We gonna have time after this to talk for as long as you want"

"Well yes but I'm surprised you haven't kissed me yet" you bit your lip seeing a weird expression from the mystery boy. Tom would have kissed you way before.

"Um"he was searching with his eyes for help from anywhere, until he looked back at you"You said that you felt sick and I didn't want to make it even worse"you nodded and walked back to your team. They all greeted you and kept their conversation going. The guy who followed you, stood now next to you and tried to keep up with the others. A few more humans had been added, not familiar at all. You noticed that some of them looked at the mysterious male.

You scanned the area around you, hoping you will find the real Tom but nothing. And then you saw a light at the end of the tunnel.

Bill. Bill Jackson.

He looked like the boy you fell for, but from the way his hand was at  your waist to the way he talked to you, the sensation wasn't the same. Less emotion, no butterflies, no warmth.

You giggled quietly and looked at Bill with a smile. You leaned discreetly to him, kissing his cheek and you made your way to his ear.

"I love you" you whispered. His nose didn't cracked and his smile wasn't the one that you'd usually expect from your lover. This time an awkward  little smile and a disgust face combined, a hilarious thing to watch. You started laughing loud and he followed after a while.

"Nice try Bill"you said and he huffed disappointed.

"Admit it I got you for a moment"you laughed denying his statement.

"No I know him too well. To be fair I have studied him too well" you didn't feel embarrassed at all. He was your boyfriend you loved too much and cared about. Of course you had noticed every little thing he had done, years now.

"Then he is lucky to have you"you blushed hearing him. You asked where your real boyfriend was. He just shouted his name and Tom appeared looking at you with a smile as he was coming towards you. He hugged and kissed you gently on your lips.

"So?"

"So what?" you asked curious. His shining smile got even bigger.

"Was he convincing?"

"Yes you guys got me"you lied not wanting to ruin his mood. He looked so adorable and cute to destroy it and make him feel like a failure.

"I can believe that this rumor was true though"you admitted scanning the two men next to you. Of course for you wasn't like that, but for the rest of the world they looked exactly the same.

"I told you baby. Somewhere out there is your too" Tom hugged you from behind, your butterflies flying in your stomach. Finally.

"Then be careful" Bill laughed and Tom pretended to be shocked and mad at you but with no success.

The night went by fast, with you having a great time together and actually getting to know better Bill. Yes, he wasn't like Tom.

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Sorry for mistakes. ALSO ITS CHRIS'S BIRTHDAYYYY🎉they grow up so fast and I'm stuck helpp

[whereimwalkingthesenights]

Secret Bodies

In October 1918, when the influenza epidemic hit an all time high, two people receive the opportunity of a lifetime to find connection amidst a world of fear, chaos, and disease.

This was a death town. A sign at the front proclaimed “Quarantine” but it did not keep out what they could not see. The virus snuck in sometime in the night and crawled underneath their skins. Suddenly Jimmy from the 2nd row had not shown up to school. Then Isabel, Will, and Jack. Then too many names to say aloud. The church services grew emptier and emptier, like a leaking bottle, until only a few drops of people were left. Then it closed. So did the school. People walked around with frowns like shields. “Don’t come near me” their faces echoed from across the street as they hurried away from each other. A mother was heard screaming from far off in the distance, and for three hours her cries ripped apart the air until the town stopped breathing. They could not breathe. They knew someone else had passed on but they did not go to her house, because they feared she would be next. So they continued to frown and hurry, frown and hurry.

           Three weeks into October, 1918, the hurrying stopped. There was nothing to do but protect themselves. So they made themselves hidden inside little crevices in the town. Like secret notes scrawled out haphazardly and crumpled up, they stuck themselves inside floorboards and cabinets. They would not be seen by each other, as if being seen meant death. At least they could breathe behind the walls, and as soon as they let out that secret breath in hiding, the town grew quiet. They were hidden from each other.

           It was during this time that Ruth’s face had grown so stony she felt frozen inside her frown. She fell asleep with it, and woke up with it. Her frown became a ringing note in her life, even in sleep she was frowning. Her brow had furrowed and became a shield of tension. The frown seemed to hold her whole body together.

           This night was different. Sometime in the night a new note echoed in the town. He had been riding all night, straight from a hospital in Philadelphia.

           She knew before she opened her eyes that he had arrived. He had snuck into the house, and the weight of his presence had sunk the house down, so that the house grew shorter each hour he sat in her kitchen.

           The only thing he desired for many months had been achieved, to sit at that scratched wooden table and feel comforted by the sight of those faded flower curtains that hung in his favorite memories of her.

           The house was so sunken down that she awoke a few minutes earlier that morning, feeling the the sun tapping her face through the curtains, tapping her with sunlight until her nose itched, and she sat up abruptly, knowing in that instant the house was different. He was inside.

           She crept downstairs and stopped in the kitchen doorway.

           He sat like a statue, a white cotton mask crumpled like a napkin on the table.

           “Please,” his head bowed, “don’t come closer.”

           He gazed down at the floorboards, hypnotized by the endless lines.

           He did not look at her but she looked at him.

           “You’re here,” she breathed.

           They were both frozen in place. It was as if many delicate particles were piled in the air between them, in delicate rows, and moving would make everything in the in the air fall down. So she did not want to move, or else everything in the world would fall apart.

           He took a long steady breath, hoping time froze too. But they could feel the minutes ticking in their bodies- a droplet of sweat, a shift in the hips- bodies alive and awakened simply by being in the same room with each other. His face contorted in the waiting, hoping he had somehow made the right choice by following that musical note echoing in his body that led him to this kitchen table.

           Her voice lit up the room again and seemed to hit his forehead-

           “You left,” she breathed again, because she had to, “You left and you said you weren’t coming back.”

           “I had to,” he whispered to the floor.

           “What?” she struck back, “What?”

           He looked up, and it was like a river rushed through his chest until his collarbones were pulled apart and he had to say- the thing that he had to say- the thing that he had to say every step he took to get here- after every second waiting to arrive to here- the thing he had to say, the painting stuck in his mind- a jangling of constant noise- this thing he had seen, it was the noise, the noise of it all that brought him here, to this moment, because he knew that she was the only one that could hear-

           “I was lost” he said, “I was lost in a sea of white so I came here because in that sea the men were drowning…but they weren’t drowning from the water, or the air, but inside themselves, somewhere inside the men were drowning over and over and I was right next to them, all of them in rows and rows, I was put in a hallway and all the rushing of white doves… those nurses they were like white doves…they were fluttering around me but no one saw me, they were all fluttering and I could only hear the drowning, the noise of them, those men, and they decided I was already dead and so I was, but there must have been some kind of mistake…because I walked down the hallway and left the building. I stole a horse. I have never done that before. I have never…done any of that before…the…way I left like a secret…but I felt so loud, so loud the noise was breaking my bones, but no one could hear me, they just kept fluttering, fluttering, I came to ask you…am I dead Ruth? Am I dead?”

           She stood in silence, watching his eyes staring straight at her, like in a dream where eyes could be lighthouses and nothing was as it seems. His body looked electrified, as if he were still somewhere in that battlefield she had seen pictures of, the men looking like they were always moving, even in frozen photographs.

           She took a step into the kitchen, past the doorway. He watched her as if he was trapped a thousand feet underneath the sea. Another step, and he hit the table. “Don’t come near me!” he shot at her with his voice.

           She flinched and waited.

           Then she breathed his name aloud to him, “Tom.”

           His name seemed to float through the air as softly as a feather and land gently on the table between them.

           “Tom,” she said again. Suddenly their eye contact felt like a deep hug, even though they weren’t touching, both felt warmer for the eye contact.

           He broke into a pained grin, “Maybe I’m not dead after all…maybe none of that happened, and I’ve been in your kitchen this whole time.”

           “Maybe,” she said softly, sneaking slowly over to the chair across the table from him.

           Then silence for a luxurious moment as the noise in their heads died down.

           “Are you hungry?” It occurred to her he might be hungry- starving even.

           “Yes,” he laughed, he didn’t want to laugh but it felt good to imitate laughter.

           “Ok,” she said. “I have cornflakes and cornflakes. What do you want?”

           She laughed and grabbed the bowls, fixing him up breakfast, exactly as her mother used to do. They sat and ate in silence, focusing on the activity at hand. Both felt comforted by this until a question struck Tom so loudly he had to ask it-

           “Where are your parents?”

           “They’re not here,” Ruth said.

           “Not here?”

           “I won’t talk about it Tom.” This time she used his name with a sense of power, and he knew the question could not be asked again today.

           He searched for another question to change the air-

           “Do you have any plans today?” He knew it was a silly question to ask.

           “Actually, I do, but I don’t. I was supposed to be a bridesmaid today. The wedding was rescheduled three times. There was no need to reschedule it a fourth…the reverend was too busy…and Eleanor grew sick.”

           “I’m sorry.” Tom ate some more cornflakes. Only cornflakes and cornflakes… “When’s the last time you left the house?” he asked.

           She stared down at her cornflakes. They were misshapen. Then she looked up, suddenly brightening, “Would you like to see my bridesmaid dress?”

           “Of course,” he answered.

           In a few minutes that it took her to skip up the stairs, change, and skip back down the stairs, spinning into the living room, Tom had found an old bottle of gin in one of the cupboards.

           Ruth yelped when she saw the glass bottle Tom raised in the air to her.

           “Tom!” she scolded him, “That’s my father’s!”

           He sat back on the couch. “If it’s the end of the world…we might as well drink it.”

           She disappeared. When she returned, she carried two small crystal glasses.

           He poured them each a full glass.

           “To the end of the world,” Tom said, hitting her glass sharply.

           “To the end of the world,” she repeated, drinking a few sips like medicine, shivering at the sharp taste of it.

           Then she added, “And to a day of love…celebrating love…and…it stings,” she coughed.

           “That’s the way the end of the world should taste, it stings, and then, it doesn’t,” he gulped. “What was that game we played? The one out in the field by Burn’s farm. The one you made up that one summer it was so hot we thought we were gonna die…”

           “Elaborate my life!” she chimed in.

           “Yes! That ridiculous game of yours, let’s play that.”

           “I want you to go first, I want to hear about my life as you see it…” she said, leaning in.

           “Ok,” he paused, gazing into her eyes, “You become a dentist. But a horse dentist. And you become so recognized for your horse dentistry that you go to France, and Spain, to fix King’s horses teeth…and…you marry the prince…and he…loves you so much that you…can’t even leave the house for a day, a year…he loves you so much that you order silk blankets and lie in bed to dream of him amongst silk and lavender…and you never worry about the faded cotton sheets because they’re gone, they’re silk now. Every thing is silk…and you see in his eyes yourself, almost”

           “What do you mean?” She leaned closer to him. Their bodies were on the same couch for the first time in over a year. Right next to each other, they both felt more real to each other in every second that passed, breathing and alive.

           He looked over to her, his face suddenly close to hers.

           “He loves you so much you can’t hear anything else…he can’t hear anything else. It like the noise of you and him drowns out the whole world....and his eyes…you recognize yourself, not as yourself, those eyes are different but they are yours and you know it, it’s these same eyes that I can see, are his eyes.”

            He did not touch her. He could not.

           They stayed like that for a long time, so close they might both be real and alive again, but far enough so that he wondered, and she wondered.

           The moment passed and as they traded sentence after sentence, filling each other’s bodies with music, the day passed into night, and the gin grew low. Her eyes grew soft and he escorted her upstairs.

           She lay down in bed different from the woman she was the night before. Her face was soft and nothing seemed to bother her but a ringing pain far off in the distance in her head.

           “Lay next to me, Tom, please, don’t leave.”

           He lay down next to her and they felt the weight of each other’s presence.

           “I think I’m getting a headache from the gin,” she whispered.

           In the silence he slowly reached over and grabbed her hand, holding it. She did not look over but continued to stare up at the ceiling. It felt ok to hold hands this late into the night. It was like things that were done during the night were small secrets.

           It was this night that Ruth felt her entire life fold over her like a comforting blanket-

           All her flurry of worries drifted far away from her, like birds flying south for the winter. This was a moment in time where she felt loved. That was enough to gift her with that soft kind of peace that reaches one only a few precious times in a lifetime, and when she felt it, she drifted away into the night, knowing he was there, somewhere, next to her, beside her, around her.

           In the morning she did not want to open her eyes. The house was too cold to get out of bed, but too hot to stay in bed, she did not know what to do, so she did nothing. But the calling of her name continued to hit her head like the batting of a stick, “Ruth. Ruth. Ruth.” Over and over hearing her own name called hit her head.

           Dark voices were swirling around her bed and she felt as if she was at a terrible circus.

           “She has been here for days, I think,”

           “Her hair…”

           “The wedding…”

           “She wasn’t there”

“The fever must have done it”

“We should have checked…”

           “I don’t recognize her”

           “She must be gone”

           and

           “I’m sorry”

and      “I’m sorry”

and      “I’m sorry,” was all anybody could say

           the voices seemed like rain drops now

           and Ruth did not know why but

           she was the happiest she had been in a long time

           Far away from the people

           and so close, too

           she could see now

           see past faces and glares, past words and bodies

           love danced beneath the floorboards of her house like a secret

           and she hoped they would discover

           and feel as she did

           like a floating feather

           a soft word in the dead of night

           the only thing to comfort a shaking body that was hers and his

           they died and she

           was loved