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chaoticpete · 4 years ago

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Our lives is a movie?

Peter Parker x reader...I think, Avengers x reader, Tom Holland x Reader (if ya squint)

Warnings: none

What would it be like if the team found out they were just a movie series in our world?

A/n: This is just an idea I had like last year, will probably end up rewriting it, well at least the end, hope you guys still enjoy it though!

“Oh come on! I was so close to an almost perfect winning streak!” You yell at Bucky. Tossing the controller beside you, you cross your arms and start pouting as your Yoshi finally crosses over the finish line.

“Guess I’m just better.” He replies with a smug smirk. “Is that why I beat you the first three games.” It’s your turn to smirk when he glares at you. An alarm starts going off through the tower. A code red. Someone is inside the tower. You wave your hand and your suit appears on.

“FRIDAY! Where’s the intruder?” Tony asks, running into the room, Nat and Wanda following behind. “They’re trying to get into the plans vault, sir.”

“L/N would you mind pulling up a portal?” You make one leading to the vault. “Why of course Papa Stark!” Tony summons a suit and the rest of you jump through your portal seeing a blue man trying to get past the actual vault.

“Hey, Smurf! Who do you think you are?” You ask, throwing a mini explosive his way. He jumps out of way throwing back a disk towards you guys that set off a bright light.

Then he sent another one.

“Void! Look out!” Peter says pushing you out of the way the same time you made another portal causing it to mix with the blue guy’s device.

Before anyone else in the team could do anything the guy was gone, and so were you and Peter.

You land landing on your face. “Ow...I really don’t get paid enough for this.” You grumble as you get back up and brush off your clothes. You notice a golden disk by you. It’s the one the guy threw.

Picking it up and slipping it into your suit, you begin looking around you, you see lots of people walking around some talking other carrying items. “Where the hell am I?” You say starting to walk around.

When you spotted some familiar brown curls. “Peter!” You say running towards the boy and pulling him into a hug. “Ugh, I have absolutely no idea whe- when you change your clothes?” You ask actually getting a good look at him.

‘Peter’ looks at you confused. “When did I change my clothes? Darling, I think the real question is what are you wearing and who are you?” He says in a British accent.

Before either of you can say anything else ANOTHER Peter runs up to you. “Y/n!” “Peter?!” You say back pulling this one in a hug.

“Are you okay?” “Yeah. But when I came out of that portal this woman automatically started coming at me saying that “I needed to get ready for the next scene” and “I needed a touch up” THEN SHE TRIED TO UNDRESS ME! I ran so fast.”

Quickly remembering the other Peter you step back from that Peter and look between the two. Peter looks over at the next person, who he saw...was him. “Holy shit!” He says jumping closer to you.

“Y/n, what is happening?” “I don’t know but I don’t like it. Do you think this is Loki’s doing?” “No, no.” He's on that time mission, remember.” “She.” “Oh yeah.”

The fake Peter looked just as confused as the both of you. “I feel like I should be calling security, but it’s not every day you meet someone who looks, exactly like you.” He says staring at Peter.

“Whoa, you’re British?!” Peter askes shocked at the accident. “Would it help better if I talked like this?” He asked now in an American accent.

He sounded just like Peter.

Both your and Peter’s eyes open wide. “Noooo.” You both say. “You both already look very much alike. Don’t you guys talk alike also?”

A loud bell rings and you and Peter automatically jump into your fighting stances. “Shit! Break is just about done.” Fake Peter says panicking a bit.

“Uh, okay follow me. You guys can stay in my trailer till I’m done for the day then when you get to the hotel we can figure this out.” He says starting to walk towards the trailers.

He goes to one labeled “Peter Parker” and opens the door. “You guys can wait till I’m done. Please, don’t let anyone in. I have a key so I’ll just lock it. Um, there are some snacks in the cupboard, water in the fridge, and feel free to watch anything on the tele. Even got youtube!” He yelled before closing the door.

“...did you catch any of that?” “Nope.”

Turning on the tv, you see the date. “February 16, 2021. What the hell is Covid-19-“

You get cut off by someone trying to open the door. “Fucking div locked the door again. And left the tele on.” You hear a voice mumble on the other side before walking off.

“N/n look at this,” Peter says flipping through pages of paper.

“What is it?” “It’s a script. For a “Spider-Man: No Way Home.” He says looking at the first page. “It has everyone in here. Aunt May, Mj, Ned even that European trip we went on.” “Wait what?” You ask, looking over his shoulder.

“Dude...where the hell are we.”

Hours passed and before you know it you hear the trailer door unlocking. Sitting up in the bed you see the fake Peter (whose name you learned was Tom) walking in looking tired.

“Hey. Okay, so before I actually bring you guys back home. Who exactly are you?”

“Well, my name is Peter. Peter Parker. Spider-Man. Um, I’m pretty sure you know me.”

“Yeah kinda. I am...you? Technically...in this universe. Well, one of you. I’ll explain better at the hotel. Oh, I’m Tom by the way. Don’t think I’ve actually introduced myself.” He says chuckling. “And you?” He asks turning your attention to you.

“I’m the actual Y/n. Or Void as my hero name.”

“Y/n huh? Yeah, we don’t have you here.” “Wait what? Really? But I’m Peter’s partner in crime. We’re always getting blamed for everything with the team.” You say pouting.

“Is there at least an actor that looks like me?” “No, I don’t think so darling. Sorry.”

Before anything else can be said there’s another knock on the door. “Tom, are you in there mate? We’re going to go get some pizza.”

“Uh, no thanks I’ll just meet you back at the room. Be safe.” “Who was that?” “My brother, Harry.” “Aww, he has a brother.” “Three actually.” “Awww!”

“Okay it should be safe to get you two out of here but first. Here,” Tom says opening up a kit bag and giving Peter some clothes and you an oversized hoodie. “They might think you’re trying to steal the suit.”

“Oh, and you’ll need these.” He says grabbing a box and handing you each a mask after Peter was done changing.

“Yeah what’s with these?” “We’re in a pandemic?” “Like the plague?” “Ehh, sort of. Now let’s find a way to get you two back home.”

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“So here, we’re all just...comic book characters? There are no avengers? No flying robots? Nothing?”

“Nope. No alien villains. Just regular people who wanna bring harm.” “Huh.”

The three of you were now in Tom’s suite.

“So how did you guys even get here.” “Well, my theory is when the guy threw his little disk thingy, it merged with Y/n powers and made a new portal.”

“But how do you know that’s what it was meant to do?” “It’s the only explanation with how he got into the compound and the vault unnoticed.”

“You guys never thought about that?” “Blame Tony.” You say as Peter hisses and moves back from getting shocked.

“You okay?” You say grabbing his hand to inspect the slight burn. “Yeah, just a sting. It’ll heal in an hour or two.”

“Can you get us back home?” “Yeah, but I’ll need a few supplies.” “Well,” Tom speaks up. “I’m off tomorrow so we can go pick up what you need. You can stay here tonight if you like.”

“Thanks, dude,” Peter says and you nod with him.

“You guys hungry? I can ask Harry to bring back some pizza for us.” “Ohh yes please.” You say bouncing on your toes a bit. “I’m absolutely starving.”

“So Tom you’re an actor right?” “Mhmm.” “And you said you play me?” “Yep.” “And they have the rest of the team?” “Besides me apparently,” you say under your breath.

“Maybe they’ll bring you in soon. The company is starting a new phase so,” Tom says shrugging.

“Do you guys wanna see them?” “How many are there?” “23 movies and more coming out. There's also shows.”

“23 MOVIES ABOUT US?!”

Tom can’t help but laugh at your guy’s reaction. “Yeah, Marvel movies are some of the biggest ones these days. Going on for almost 13 years.”

“How much have you acted in?” “Like five, two solo films, and this one we’re currently filming will make it six. Three solos and three with the actual avengers.”

There was a knock on the door. “Must be Harry with the pizza,” Tom says going to the door. “Why didn’t you just use your key?”

“Cause my hands are full ya div. Why did you get so much food any-“ Harry stops when he sees you and Peter sitting on the couch.

Tom quickly grabs the food from his hands before he can even think about letting it go.

Looking between his brother and his duplicate you couldn’t help but start laughing at his expression.

All three turned to look at you like you completely lost his mind (which I’m sure is exactly how Harry was feeling). “I’m just gonna...nice meeting you guys I guess.” He says walking to what you think is his room before looking back at Tom and Peter causing him to almost walk up into a wall.

“Uh...sorry about that. That’s my little brother Harry, he came along as my assistant.” You and Peter nod. “Well guess we can dig in and watch the movies.”

“I- it was not that dramatic when Mr. Stark took the suit.” “Yes, it was. You could barely talk properly when you called me.”

“I can’t believe they included Flash but not me.”

“Okay, but why is the guy who plays Mysterio kinda hot though.” “Y/n I swear.” “Okay, but am I wrong?!” “...no.”

“Tony’s ego is gonna be ruined if he ever knows they killed him off.”

“Sucks we didn’t have enough time to watch all 23 films. I’m sure it would make more sense.”

And that’s how your night went. You just watched the Spider-Man stand-alone ones before everyone started to crash from the long eventful day. Harry even came out and joined you guys.

After figuring out what was needed and put together his own device, it was time for you guys to go home.

“You guys got everything?” Harry asks as Peter puts the finishing touches. “Yeah, thank you, guys. Really, I don’t know what I and Peter would’ve done if we didn’t end up here.”

“Oh! These are for you.” Tom says handing you a bag. “It’s the whole MCU collection. I saw how much you guys loved the Spider-Man ones and it was confusing since they all interact. Plus, I’m sure the others would wanna see them.”

“As if some of them need an ego boost. Especially Tony and Loki. I’m pretty sure if Loki ever found out he was actually worshipped here he would find a way to get here.”

You go and pull Tom into a hug. “Nice meeting you Peter’s British half. I’ve never really cared for them but eh, I guess I have a little soft spot for two of them now.” You say shooting Harry a wink before placing a kiss on Tom’s cheek and then going to give Harry a hug as Peter says his byes.

“Ready N/n?” “I guess. I just hope we actually end up in our world and not a different one.” You say grabbing Peter's hand as he gets ready to throw the disc.

You both look back at the two Holland brothers. “See you again one day boys.” You say as Peter throws the disc and a portal opens and the two of you jump through it.

The two of you crash to the floor. “Ugh, Peter get off me! You’re skinny but really heavy.”

“Kids!” You both look up to see the team rushing to you guys. “Where did you two go?!”

Getting up from the ground, both tackled with hugs.

“YOu'll never believe us. But we do have the next movie night!” “What are those?” “Movies about us. Avengers! To the theater room!”

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lovelyirony · 4 years ago

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“Why were you digging? What did you bury/before those hands pulled me from this earth?” for sharon/bucky?

There’s an optional project/challenge among the new SHIELD trainees to “prove” your worth: do the impossible.

This can take form in many ways.

Agent Simpson who is now Level Nine clearance found a loophole out of doing paperwork. He is still exploiting it. He knows no God. Does not want to know God.

Sharon went after a little more of an attainable goal:

Catching the Winter Soldier.

“That is not more attainable,” Clint mutters.

“Yes it is,” Sharon says. “At least I’m not gonna have Hill on my ass trying to find another loophole to get me to do paperwork. I still can’t believe she’s after Simpson. Leave the legend alone.”

No one thinks she’s going to find Winter Soldier. Countless other agents have tried, thinking they had the final piece of the puzzle.

Sharon knows that she absolutely has no puzzle pieces to speak of. She doesn’t even like puzzles.

This is what makes her dangerous. She’s not looking for pieces that lead to the big picture.

She’s looking at the bigger picture.

This involves investigating the “accident” that happened to Howard and Maria Stark. She had seen Tony a couple times and he usually spent Christmas with the Carters or with his boyfriend, Rhodey. This time, he was with Rhodey in Boston and currently holed up in a house and unable to get out.

While she pitied the fact that he couldn’t get to the tragedy at hand, it allowed her to poke around a little bit.

And she found that this wasn’t an accident. It couldn’t possibly be.

Howard Stark was fanatical about his cars, and his self-control. If he was taking out a Cadillac, he wouldn’t even look at anything stronger than water.

She knows this because Peggy has grumbled about how much Howard will talk about his cars.

She also knows that Maria is extremely conscientious of road conditions.

So, them getting into an accident? No. No way in hell.

There is also a boot print.

While this isn’t exactly a unique print, it proves that someone else was there.

She tells Fury, who in turn discusses the possibility with a good colleague, Alexander Pierce.

Pierce calls her into his office.

Says something along the lines of “your observational skills are great, sweetheart. You just need to hone them. The print was from a police officer’s shoe, no need to worry.”

Sharon sits back.

“The police officers weren’t wearing boots.”

“Well, one was.”

“You sure about that?”

She’s not sure what look Pierce gives her.

But it involves a transfer to clean-up crew for a week, as if that’s going to deter her.

She talks about it with Hill over a wine-night.

“I don’t like Pierce,” Hill says. “Fucker doesn’t know how to keep his pens and keeps stealing mine. I had to buy the shittiest ones so he will hopefully stop coming by my desk.”

“Something’s off about him,” Sharon says, slurping up a noodle. “I don’t think he’s what he seems.”

“Then go after him. I’ll help. I don’t like him and I’m bored. I’m a week ahead of schedule. Go tell Harrison on clean-up that her favor to me is now done and over with. We’re staking out.”

Pierce has a monthly luncheon that also involves Jasper Sitwell, known asshat who is the most boring man alive. He has seven things he eats for dinner, all corresponding to a specific day.

Wednesday has been spaghetti night for fifteen years, apparently.

Maria cried at learning that.

But the monthly luncheon. It’s a SHIELD expense, and it really shouldn’t be. No one knows what they talk about. Fury’s on the same clearance level, and even he doesn’t know.

Sitwell and Pierce also whisper into each other’s ear at the end of it all.

This isn’t exactly bad, but it is weird considering that one time Pierce got hugged by a male colleague and his first response is “I have a wife.”

“Something is definitely up,” Maria says, sipping on her wine. “Should we do surveillance on his house? I feel like we should.”

“Eh, what else do I have to do on a Thursday?” Sharon asks.

Pierce’s house looks like a mini-White House.

They both decide they hate it.

Sharon ordered a pizza and set up listening equipment.

What they were not expecting to find out at 8:47 p.m. was that Hydra was never quite gone.

“Is it bad that I’m like...I know I’m not all surprised?” Maria asks.

“Paperwork is about to be a challenge. At least you won’t have to collect any from Simpson.”

“You can go fuck yourself.”

Sharon snorts.

She starts recruitment.

Clint is in, no questions asked.

“Sharon, I need you to understand that I can shoot arrows. I think that’s necessary.”

“It really isn’t, but you know Black Widow,” Sharon says. “So we need that.”

“Can you believe this is all because you wanted to do the impossible and you did, kind of?” Clint mutters. “Of course it’s gonna be you.”

The game plan: Sharon knows that if she gets people to intimidate Pierce, he’ll send out Winter Soldier. That guy’s kind of like Plan A around Hydra, apparently. She’s been talking to other people, finding out some dirt about the “shady” agents that others know.

Winter Soldier gets sent out to kill her.

He’s not really big into hesitation. She knows this.

This is why she is hosting a game night with Barton, Romanoff, and Hill.

Romanoff just straight-up shoots him in the leg. Clint throws a piece of pizza at his face. Hill places down the perfect funny card for her category.

“Dammit Maria!” Natasha yells. “Why did you have to place that one now?”

“I’m a winner, bitch,” Maria says, getting up lithely and stepping over Winter Soldier to pour more wine into her glass.

“That’s a straight lie, no human can multitask.”

“You really wanna assume I’m human?”

“Can you guys bitch later?” Sharon asks. “I’m kind of busy working on my trainee project.”

“I’m your fucking trainee project?” Winter Soldier groans. “Jesus shit I hate this...”

“Is it bad that I wasn’t aware that you could talk?”

“Technically, I am not supposed to. Why I have this stupid damn mask on.”

Sharon takes it off. Blinks.

“Oh. This is extra credit at this point.”

Hydra gets taken down a few years earlier than anticipated. And it’s all because Sharon just had to work on her (optional) trainee project.

Bucky isn’t too upset that this is how he got out of Hydra.

It means that Sharon introduces him to the concept of brunch, so he’s actually pretty okay with it.

#funniest shit is making serious events comedic #me making maria the funniest bitch alive? of course i am #lovelyirony writes #maria hill #sharon carter #natasha romanoff #clint barton #nick fury #i alwyas make pierce the most Asshole Man Alive #it's what he deserves

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hobohumanitarian6 · 4 years ago

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This is a long post so please be warned!!! I need to get some things off my chest....

⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING POSSIBLE⚠️

Feedback to this post is open-ended. You cannot offend me and will not be blocked.

⭐ So here's the thing: one of my late grandmother's friends just posted that her 29 year old son died in his sleep with seemingly no explanation. This really shook me I guess. For one, I used to hang out with this kid during the summers a lot. My specific memories are very vague, but deep in my consciousness I know that I have called him friend in the past. For another, many things lately have been prompting me to ask the difficult questions ie

Why in the fuck am I here?

What's the meaning of it all?

When is my life going to get better?

How do I prepare myself for better things?

Am I blocking me or is something else blocking me?

What am I doing wrong that the universe doesn't think I'm ready for a new chapter?

Am I really with the right person?

What about the afterlife?

Am I going to be silenced or speak out?

What if I can't do some of things I want/dreamed of?

What is going to satisfy me if my future doesn't go as planned?

⭐ I've been doing quite a bit of soul searching through all of this, established the framework of the person I want to be and

BAM! 🧱 💥 🏃🏻‍♀️

Straight into a fucking. Brick. Wall.

⭐ I am in one of the worst continental states in the US (by even statistic) and before all of the shutdown and pandemic began, I had plans to be relocated with my new job, a place to call home & reunited with family by June 1st. Clearly that didn't happen....

⭐ I am spending $900 a month for a 250 ft² motel room just so I am not out on the streets.

Homelessness. Can we talk about that for a second? People getting arrested for being out past curfew because they don't have a place to go, put in jail because they're in the way, not tested or treated for the virus because they generally have no insurance, giving people loads of food stamps so the emergency assistance funding is broke-

600 dollars of groceries is a lot if you have a fridge, freezer, microwave, oven, toaster, etc not if you have to buy your food from overpriced convenience stores and gas stations and fresh food from grocery stores that 70% of the price is for the packaging it comes with!!

Soup kitchens closing because they don't want to risk contamination. Who's feeding those without a hot meal? Do they realize malnourishment is the quickest way to get sick with any pathogen!?

Shelters closed because of overpopulation. Domestic violence homes turning battered women and children away because there's too scarce of resources and funding. Yet people care about big corporations going bankrupt? Please tell me what the difference is between a goddamn human fucking life and a couple lawsuits because you didn't know how to prepare for an ever-changing economy.

Thank the universe i am sheltered with minimal resources to take care of myself and I have a steady job due to an enormous company's "chance on a down-in-the-dumps contractor." This job I have held steadily for a year despite chronic health issues has been the best thing to happen to me by far in a long time. I am definitely not by any means complaining about my job or that I even have life necessities right now. Several million don't have that.

⭐ The problem with this state is there are no resources for a person who's struggling to make an honest living. I lost my apartment two years ago because I had to take a medical leave of absence at my job then, got behind on rent and was evicted without a chance to catch up. The power was cut three nights before I had to leave, and I owe a deposit on the electric company to get any type of service back in my name. The realty company who owns the apartment complex will not allow a payment plan without a fraction of the principle paid down, so therefore I cannot apply for private or realty housing and I have been on the waiting list for federal housing assistance for 3 years without a single word. I also had my bank card stolen with my ID when I was trying to catch a bus to work a few weeks after that so whoever it was made small purchases that my bank applied interest and late charges to so that is also standing in debt. Thank universe my current employer allows direct deposit to a savings account at a bad credit institution or I'd be royally fucked.

⭐ Before I made the hard decision to doll out almost a G a month just for a room, I tried sleeping in my pickup. I even took the effort to pallet it for a platform bed & make benches to live in free campgrounds, cemeteries, truck stops, boonie dead ends, and behind abandoned buildings. I had a 12V converter that I connected to a rice cooker and made a tin can stove to grill small portions of meat on a single-egg mini skillet. I kept getting chased off by rangers, cops, annoying people trying to do crack and not get their lives better, and eventually violently detained for "suspicious activity" - I was thrown on the ground, put in handcuffs, patted down by a male officer with no female present, searched my vehicle without consent & written a citation: this was 2 am, I had a campsite reservation, I was clearly sleeping & my vehicle was current. The officers did not give me their name or numbers so I could not make a report.

⭐ I have chronic health issues - hip dysplasia & hyper mobility (not severe enough to be EDS), anemia, rexhia (NOT PRO ANYTHING), pre diabetes, H.S, BPD, PTSD, endometriosis & chronic migraines. I have filed time and time and time again for medical assistance but have always been denied. Every time I try to see a doctor, they claim I have this-or-that infection caused by this-or-that disorder, sent to an overpriced pharmacy with illness-irritating antibiotics that just keep me in an unending cycle of flares and barely-managable pain. Do not let anyone privileged or wealthy confuse you - you are not treated the same if you don't have coverage. Sorry to say but it is indeed a fact.

⭐ With this job I work 40-50 hours a week, eat as healthy as I can on a dime sized budget, and cover all my expenses. Yet I cannot move forward in this state on to better things. I want so badly to have a family, to go to college, etc but I cannot do this with living month to month someplace that isn't even my own.

⭐ The emotional affect this has had on me is tremendous. I am embarrassed of my situation, and never allow any guests in fear they'd judge me. I never take any photographs, which is heartbreaking because it has been one of my long-time hobbies. I am extremely guarded and I lie about small details to protect myself. I have severe trust issues and I always hold a dagger at my waist because I have to assume any minute you'll pull out a Glock.

⭐ Naturally I am an empath and this has brought me more compassion and understanding than I ever thought possible. The police brutality against people of color and racism in socio-economic programs truly breaks my heart because as a white female and all the struggles and discrimination I've endured, I can only begin to understand it's 1000x harder for people of color especially. I stand behind your protests 100%. I beseech you, go fight for what you deserve! I will be begging higher powers for your protection indefinitely!

⭐ I have gained a new perspective on non-profit organizations and volunteer work. Some are truly amazing and their stories move people to tears; others are truly wicked stealing from the poor, embezzling cash flow for their own vanities. Please please please research the charity you are interested in thoroughly before getting involved. Volunteer work will always be appreciated- and will teach you many invaluable lessons. If you help these organizations and need help yourself: respect yourself, hold yourself high, and ask for the assistance. They will generally be more inclined to help. If you are turned away, try not to be bitter. Administrators only do as they see fit.

⭐ That's another thing - bitterness. This has been the most vile and roughest character default I've ever had to battle with myself. When you've been through the shit and you can't see the sewer (sts) it's so easy to stay in the dumps. It's so easy to feel entitled because you've clawed your way to the top. It's easy to feel angry with everyone because it's you vs the system. It's so fucking easy to give up completely and stop trying and just lay down and die. It's easy to step in front of a two ton bus, oncoming freight train, taking the entire package of extra strength Excedrin not because you have a migraine, but just not to feel a thing, go completely numb for one single second. It's easy to go down to the head shop and get a nickel bag of weed to chill and get a 5$ pizza and forget you have responsibilities.

IT'S SO FUCKING TOUGH MAN

⭐ Growing up strictly religious, I tend to shy away from Christianity or other "preachy religion" now. I hate having Jesus shoved down my throat at a service before a hot meal on a Tuesday night and the "speaker" automatically assuming I need to stop smoking crack and going to jail and get my life back on track and God will bless me when I'm in the 46% who has never been to county and hold a job while trying to get back on my feet.

ADDICTION IS NOT POVERTY GUYS

I still support people who go to church and speak in tongues if that satisfies them. I still support people who are strictly vegetarian and make a pilgrimage to the mecca if that satisfies them. I still support people who have 7 two week long feasts a year for something that happened 4000 years ago if that satisfies them. I still support people who believe in baptisms for the dead and not drinking coffee if that satisfies them. I still support people who call Jesus the Nazarene and believe that Lucifer the Dark Lord will prevail if that satisfies them. I still support people who call down the power of the moon into their plant babies and give thanks to the triple goddess if that satisfies them. I support religion or practices of all kinds.

I believe I was meant to be tolerant and be good to others. That this life will give back what you put in. That there is a higher power that governs all and it is up to you to determine just what that is to you. Not to tell people what is wrong with their lives just based on your personal story.

⭐ During this pandemic, I have done a lot of soul searching. Journaling, listening to podcasts, listening to seminars on values I'd never know existed, trying to discover who I am. This journey has included empathy training, reiki, yoga, somatic movement, feldenkrais methods, and astral meditation. I just have a list of these questions I'd like answered or given suggestions to:

What do you believe is the meaning of life? Is there any philosophers, speakers, teachers, theologians, writers, musicians etc that can help answer this?

What is your definition of religion in it's rawest form?

Do you know of any resources I may not have thought of?

Is there any criticism you can give good or bad?

Am I focused on one thing and neglecting another?

Do you have any further opinions on the topics listed above?

Do you have a suggestion of the next right step?

Do you have ideas on how I can help with the aforementioned problems?

How do I stop feeling like I'm wasting my time?

How do I find contentment in everything should I die tomorrow?

What is your opinion of the afterlife?

How do you find happiness in the midst of bullshit?

What did a friend/relative/mentor tell you when you were going through an existential crisis?

Have you felt trapped too? Due to the covid or otherwise?

Any curse words, songs, books, movies, etc of use?

🌸🌸I sincerely appreciate any feedback 🌸🌸

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cherry-holland · 5 years ago

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Dmitri Island - ch 2

(Moodboard done by the lovely @sandersonosterfield ✨)

A/n: hello everyone!! Here’s the next chapter to this lovely series!!! It’s a bit of a filler, but who doesn’t love a slow burn? 😏🥰 also I apologize for how long this is it’s suuuper long but it’s necessary! Promise 👌🏽

Warnings: just a whole lotta fluff, mutual (but not known) pining, and a twinge of jealousy 😏

✨

[[MORE]]

To say that the next week before the trip flew by was an understatement. It seemed like the work week went with the snap of a finger, and everyone was buzzing about the opportunity to get away. The group chat that consisted of you, Harry, Sam, Tuwaine, Harrison, and Tom had the same several messages on rotation.

How many days do we have left again?

Can’t wait to work on my tan 👌🏽

😎🌊🌴

It was as if every time you heard your phone buzz, the boys were talking about their plans for this island getaway. A lot of it consisted of how they all were going to get laid, which was quite an annoying conversation to be a part of, considering Harry and Tuwaine were egging Tom on finding a fit girl for the week.

Every time you saw the texts transpired about this topic, it made your blood boil. The whole idea of a vacation was to relax, not for hookups. But of course, the boys had other plans, plans of which included bringing Tom in on their shenanigans. You knew that getting this upset over the thought of Tom holding another girl close, hands trailing up and down her body, leaving open-mouthed kisses up and down her body... ugh, it made you positively shudder. Because you so desperately wanted that to be you, but you kept your feelings to yourself.

The day before travel day, everyone agreed staying at Tom and Harrison’s was the best idea. It made it easier for everyone - no one had to wake up super early to commute in that damned London traffic, everyone could ride together, and they had the most rooms out of everyone’s apartments. It was a win-win.

“Do you guys only eat pizza when I’m not here, or do any of you actually cook?” You asked as you opened the door to the boys’ apartment. You walked in and immediately saw three brown pizza boxes on the kitchen counter, two of which had already been emptied prior to your arrival.

“Well, y/n/n, we weren’t gonna actually cook anything the night before we leave for Dmitri Island! That would be silly,” Harrison greeted you, exiting the kitchen whilst polishing off his recent slice.

He walked over to you and leaned in to give you a hug and a messy kiss on your cheek, which made you giggle. “Ugh, Haz, you gave me a greasy pizza kiss! That’s gross!”

“Mhm, that’s what you get for arriving late, love,” Harrison laughed as he kept an arm slung around you.

Harrison and you always had a very brother/sister dynamic right from the get-go. After being introduced to him by Tom, you found out that you both had a lot in common, and even pulled a “Step Brothers” moment. It was like having a younger brother with Harrison. He was a hard-ass and a little shit, but was always such an amazing confidant. He was your go-to guy (if Tom wasn’t around) when it came to anything: work-related problems, friend issues, and even guys. Always playful, always there.

Tom had walked in on you and Harrison greeting one another, and for some reason he felt this heart drop at the sight. You and Harrison were normally affectionate, definitely platonically, but it stirred something inside of him. Seeing you in your work clothes - the way the black and white pea coat was slightly opened to reveal those high-waisted black, tailored dress pants you loved, a tight beige mock neck sweater hugging your curves, black belt with a gold buckle holding it all together - and that damn greasy kiss planted on your cheek made Tom’s jaw tighten. And he had no idea why this was affecting him so much.

Just pull it together, Holland.

“Well, Haz, y/n has a real big girl job that she actually has to commute to. Not like some of us,” Tom teased as he leaned against the doorframe of the kitchen.

Your head snapped around when you heard his voice, and you swore you let out a small gasp. He looked damn good. With his tight black v-neck that nearly skimmed the top of his very lowly-slung light grey joggers, so low that you could nearly see the white band of his Calvin’s peeking out, and his disheveled dark brown curls looking as soft as ever, it was enough to turn you into a pile of mush.

You shook the thoughts that were slowly starting to accumulate out of your head as you broke into a smile. “That’s right, Tommy. I do have a big girl job. We can’t all be actors now.”

“Yes, you know what they say. Those that can’t act land corporate jobs,” Tom teased with a wink, and you felt your knees get a little bit weak at the gesture as you walked over to give him a hug.

You felt his arms snake around your entire body as you reached up to his neck to hug him, his fingers drawing small little circles as you squeezed him tighter. You took in his warm, woodsy scent as he breathed in your woodsy floral notes of your perfume, a smile gracing both of your lips. You two stayed like that for a good five seconds before Harrison coughed. “Alright, you two leave some of the hugging for the rest of us, now.”

You and Tom broke apart quickly, light tinges of pink gracing both of your faces. You rolled your eyes as you messed up Harrison’s hair. “Whatever, div. Now, where am I staying?”

Harry cleared his throat as he turned his head from the couch where he was currently playing his PS4. “Well, y/n/n, we have some bad news...”

“Oh no, what did you divs do now?” You groaned.

“See, here’s the thing: Tom forgot that he was getting the guest room renovated, something about adding a bath or whatever in there, so our spare room is occupied now,” Tuwaine replied as he entered the room, his face turning away to take whatever reaction he was going to get from you.

“Oh my God, Thomas. You forgot about a major renovation happening in your home, right before we’re to go on vacation?” You turned to face Tom, rolling your eyes.

Tom’s face turned a darker shade of pink, rubbing his neck in embarrassment. “Sorry, darling, it’s hard to keep track of what kind of maintenance is needed or scheduled ‘round here.”

You took in his face for a moment, full of remorse and guilt, and you sighed audibly. “It’s alright, Tommy. Just need to figure out where I’m staying, that’s all.”

“Y/n, you’re more than welcome to take one of our rooms if you want,” Sam offered from the sofa, a small smile gracing his freckled face.

“Or, y/n, why don’t you stay in Tom’s room? He has the biggest bed, and we will not allow you to sleep on the couch. That shit is uncomfortable,” Harrison interjected, a sly grin growing on his chiseled face.

Harrison wasn’t a stranger to you and Tom’s obvious pining for each other. You both haven’t admitted yet to him (to which he has no idea why yet), but he knew you both were liking each other more than just best friends. You two were perfect for each other, so it was hard not to ship you both. He knew you two both would end up together one day for a while, he was just waiting for the opportunity to make it happen. And this was a start.

You ignored Harrison’s stare as you looked around the living room. Those couches were only really good for naps, but full on sleep? Nope, definitely not going to be good. “I don’t mind it really, though,” you lied.

“Y/n, that’s ridiculous. You’re getting my room, darling, no excuses,” Tom shook his head, placing his calloused hand on top of your clothed shoulder. You felt his thumb slowly move up and down, and the butterflies from earlier returned in your stomach. You looked up to see his dark brown eyes pleading at you, sparkling under the warm fluorescent lights of his home.

“Fine, only because you’re making me,” you poked his side, causing a mini fit of giggles to escape from his lips.

“Alright it’s suited then. Y/n, you can have the last of the slices of pizza, then we need to be going to sleep, boys and girl. We have an early morning tomorrow,” Tuwaine spoke, and wit that, the boys left to finish their packing, and Harry to his game.

You and Tom still stood in the kitchen as you went to grab a slice of the pepperoni that was left for you. “Mmm, you know, these are not as good as back home, but I’ll take it.”

“Well, y/n, we don’t have New York pizza here in London, darling. It’s just whatever we can find,” Tom chuckled, giving your arm a slight shove.

“Oh well, London can’t have everything now,” you joked, returning the shove back to him.

“Ah, love, we definitely do. It’s just not New York,” Tom quipped, stealing the slice of pizza from your hands as you were about to take another bite.

“Oh, you’re gonna regret that, Holland,” you look at him incredulously as he gives you the most wicked smirk.

Tom hums at your remark. “I would love to see you try, y/l/n.”

Tom’s heart beat is racing with the look you’re giving him. The playfulness behind your frown, the flicker of mischief that flashes across your eyes is enough to send the blood rushing to his head.

Control yourself, Holland.

“Oh just you wait, movie star,” you smirk as you start making a mad dash to Tom’s room, Tom following suit.

After you two nearly chased each other around the apartment, you two were laying at the edge of his California king bed, trying to calm down your ragged breaths from running around. You both were exhausted, but couldn’t move.

“Ugh, I wish someone would just take off my makeup for me, because I’m too damn comfortable right now,” you groaned, rubbing your temples.

“Darling, if you want, I could,” Tom replied, turning his head to face you, those damn dark browns twinkling so brightly.

“Oh, Tom, it’s okay. You do not need to do that, I appreciate it though,” you blushed, sitting up and looking directly at the hardwood floor to cover the heat rising to your face.

“I don’t mind,” Tom assured you, and he walked out of his room for a minute without explanation.

You frowned in confusion at his abrupt movement, when he came back with your sleek, leather suitcase in hand. “Alright, let’s get ready to sleep, y/n/n.”

“Tommy, you really don’t have to do this, you know,” you smiled weakly as you looked between your suitcase and Tom.

“Y/n. Stop being foolish and get your damn makeup wipes out so I can clean your face,” Tom concluded, stretching his hand out.

You rolled your eyes as you opened up your suitcase to find your wipes, handing one to Tom in defeat. He took the wipe from you, and with his other hand, he yanked you off the bed with a chuckle escaping your mouth.

Tom led you to his master bathroom as your pulse began to quicken. Walking into the giant restroom with marble flooring made you realize how intimate this was - Tom was about to take off your makeup. You and Tom were definitely affectionate, maybe more so than you and Harrison, and you definitely had your fair share of cuddle sessions with Tom, but this was a whole new level. And it made you nervous.

“You okay, darling?” Tom turned to look at you as he felt your hand subconsciously squeeze his a little.

“Hmm? Oh yeah, I’m fine. Just thinking about all of the travel we’re to do tomorrow,” you lied as you looked into his coffee-colored eyes. God they were beautiful eyes.

“Oh, y/n/n, it’ll be okay. It’s only a short drive to the ferry, and then before you know it, we will be in paradise, darling,” Tom comforted. “Now, come on, we need to get this shit off of you and our beauty rest.”

You chortled as you hopped onto the black and white marble counter. Once you were settled, Tom stood in front of your legs. He placed his large left hand on your right cheek as he took the wet wipe in his hand and smeared it across your left cheek. His gentle touch was electrifying against your skin. You couldn’t help but close your eyes at the touch.

Tom was doing all he could to be careful not to hurt you. He knew how to take makeup off, he’s done it so many times that it’s almost second nature to him. But it’s you. And even though this is just taking off makeup, he was being as careful and calculated as he could. He subconsciously started running his thumb along your jaw while working on the left side of your face, and for a second the swore he felt you lean in to the touch, but he quickly shook it off with a blush.

Holland, what the hell are you doing??

Tom swapped hands to start on the right side, and he finished before you even knew it. His touches were as light as a feather, and it nearly put you to sleep for a minute.

“Y/n, you’re all done,” Tom whispered as you fluttered your eyes open.

Once you did, you saw how close he was to you. Like it was so close that you could feel his warm breath dance along your lips. So close that you saw the many freckles that were scattered all along his nose, and boy were you tempted to reach out and touch them. You smelled peppermint wafting into your nose as his breaths started slowly to become more ragged. You followed his gaze to your lips, and you felt your face grow hot.

“Thank you,” you stammered, pulling away slightly to hide, yet again, another blush, and exiting the bathroom.

“You’re welcome, love,” Tom breathed, redness encompassing his face.

He followed you back into his room, walking to his chestnut brown drawers to pull out pajamas. Once he found pj’s, he went into his linen closet that was conveniently placed by his bathroom door and reached for a blanket and some extra pillows.

You watched the action in confusion. “Thomas, why are you grabbing those for?”

“Because you’re gonna be sleeping here. I’ll take the couch so you can have room,” Tom explained with a shrug.

“Nonsense, Tommy. You don’t need to do that,” you concluded. “Your bed is legit the size of the Atlantic Ocean, it’ll be okay. Also, it’s not as if we haven’t fallen asleep next to each other before.”

“Yeah, but that’s always when we all have our movie nights,” Tom cautioned, his eyebrows raising curiously. “Are you sure?”

You nodded your head as you took out your pajamas (really, it was just some old jogger sweatpants and one of Tom’s old t-shirts he gave to you a while back) from your own suitcase. “Yes, you idiot, now I’ll go change in the bathroom while you change here, and we can finally get that much needed beauty rest.”

Tom smiled, his face softening at the sound of your words. “Alright, darling. I’ll be here!”

You returned the grin as you shut the bathroom door to change, your stomach nearly dropping at the remark.

Holy shit, you’re about to sleep in the same bed as your best friend... your crush.

Pull it together, y/l/n!

Once you were in pajamas, you swung open the door to see Tom already laying in bed, his phone casting an illumination on his face. He was shirtless, which brought that same heat to your cheeks again, and you saw a peek of his dark grey joggers from under the covers. His hair was much more disheveled than it was when you first arrived, but he still looked ravishing.

Stop lusting over your best friend, y/l/n! Act normal!

Tom felt eyes on him as he looked up to see you staring at him. “Hmm do I have something on my face, darling?”

“Oh, no, sorry,” you mumbled, “just tired is all.”

Tom felt his heart go to mush when you yawned, stretching your arms high above your head. He always thought you were cute when you were sleepy, with you constantly rubbing your eyes, and your hair being slightly messy from you fussing around with it. Whenever you would come over in the evenings after work, you would always get like this, and your cuddliness made Tom’s heart increase in size.

“Come on, love. Let’s get some rest,” Tom beckoned, tapping the left side of the huge bed.

You padded over to the crisp, white bedding and slid in with a sigh. You didn’t realize how tired you were until you sunk yourself deeper into Tom’s sheets, a deep yawn escaping your lips.

You felt Tom shift beside you, and turned to see him looking at you with a puzzled look on his face. “Is that my shirt?”

You looked down at the black scoop neck tee you were wearing with a lazy but embarrassed smile. “Yeah, remember? When I spilled the tomato soup that your mom made all over my white blouse, and you gave me this top so I wouldn’t have red stains all over me?”

Tom laughed loudly at the memory, shaking his head. “Oh yeah. Still can’t believe you managed to dump an entire spoonful of tomato soup onto your shirt while you were serving it for yourself.”

“Oh hush, Holland,” you shoved him in between laughs.

The two of you were so tired at this point, that you both were doubled over in laughter. It took a good five minutes before you finally took control over your breathing, letting out a sigh. Tom followed suit, and looked over at you with the goofiest grin on his face. “Ah, y/n, you’re gonna be the death of me, you know that?”

You turn your body towards him and gave a lazy smile in response. “Yep. And you love it.”

Tom hummed as he arched an eyebrow. “Okay, sure, Jan...”

“Holland, don’t use a meme on me right now,” you chuckled, giving him a light slap on his right shoulder. “Now let’s get some sleep before I pass out right now.”

“Whatever, y/l/n,” Tom teased as he pulled the covers up over his body.

You slid down into the sheets, not really knowing what much to do besides turn on your left side, having the covers tucked under your right arm. This was such a weird feeling. You sleeping in the same bed as Tom. Your best friend. You never thought you would be in this position, and the many times you had dreamed about it, it definitely was not because of the lack of rooms in the home.

“Y/n?” Tom whispered from behind you.

“Yeah, Tommy?” You asked, turning your body to face him.

“Can we... cuddle? I’m really cold right now,” Tom mumbled, heat rising to his cheeks.

You felt your own face grow hot at his words. “You, cold? That’s impossible,” you teased. “But yeah, I don’t mind.”

Tom grinned sleepily at your response as he pulled you close to his body, and you nearly gasped at the abrupt action. You quickly nuzzled into his neck, with your head resting on his chest and his left arm slung around your body. Your right arm was laying across his bare torso, your forearm grazing the sculpted abs that graced his beautiful body. Your legs were intertwined with his so naturally, it was as if it were normal.

“Goodnight, y/n,” Tom yawned, a sleepy smile growing on his face.

“Night, Tommy,” you muttered into his neck, immediately dozing off in Tom’s safe arms.

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#tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland blurb #tom holland imagine #my writing #baby boy

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zer0pm · 6 years ago

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Diverging Jealousy: The Infamous Dante

A/N: Almost done with this mini series. Currently working on V’s part which is the same scene but from his perspective. It’s been tricky work since I have not really done pieces where there are two potential romances. Sorry in advance for the potential angst and the wait/slow build ;-;

A/N 2: Just a friendly heads up. I’m using female pronouns here to make the dialogue easier, but you may change it to however you see fit as you read along ^^

After nearly biting his head off, Dante knew he has to set things right with you and V. He figured the best way to do that was to first find V and put an end to their rivalry quicker than it began. Luckily finding the him was easier than anticipated, evident by a giant meteor fall from the sky. He snorts.

Dante: “Call it a hunch.”

As quick as his long legs could carry him, Dante rushes over to swoop in and come to his aid. The tattooed man was both surprised and relieved to see him and together they laid waste to the red reptilians monsters that gave him a hard time.

They are moving now, Dante keeping a careful eye on V as they walk, ready to catch him. The man was applying pressure on his shoulder, despite the makeshift bandage, courtesy of the bottom of Dante’s shirt, he’s still bleeding. The legendary devil hunter winces.

Dante: “We’re gonna have to call for a medic, V.”

The other man groans weakly in response, Dante assumes that means he agrees.

V: “You were searching for me...”

Dante: “Yeah, well, Spitfire was worried about you.”

V: “Spitfire?”

Dante: “My partner. Damn near ripped my ear off when I mentioned us declaring war over her.”

V: “I see. Gather she did not like the idea of being treated like a prize.”

Dante: “Ha. She said the same thing. Guess you do know her better than I.”

V: “Yet there is an affection between you two that leaves me envious. A warmth nurtured by the passage of time.”

It was a really nice way to put it and Dante had to smile at the thought. It’s true. You two have been through a lot together. He could count on you for anything. And that’s why...

Dante: “I won’t lie, when I saw you two earlier. When she touched you like that, it messed me up in the head bad.”

V: “Oh?”

Dante: “Yeah, there aren’t any other guys in our line of work. Just us and, ha, Nero. Once I found out how much I liked her, not once was I scared of someone else catching her eye. Until you came along.”

It felt embarrassing admitting something like this to V, to open up to someone else that isn’t you or Trish about his innermost thoughts and feelings. But he felt the need to explain himself, to help V understand where he’s coming from as if doing so will help him get closer to you. And you weren’t even there to hear it.

V: “To see the world in a grain of sand

And a heaven in a wildflower

Hold infinity in the palm of your hand

And eternity in an hour.”

Dante has heard this verse before. Not from V, but somewhere else he could not place.

V: “When I first met her...I saw the world and heaven; when I am near her, I felt infinity and eternity.”

Dante: “Those are some heavy words, Mr. Poetry.”

Hell, he wasn’t surprised that you were drawn to V given that. It unsettled him as he secretly wished he can admit something like that out loud. Perhaps then his words would be better received by you. He recalls the way your eyes lit up when you snuck a peek into V’s book. He is pulled out of his thoughts when he hears V clear his throat, apparently the other man was lost in his own daze as well.

V: “Indeed. So I understand wholeheartedly what it is like to lose something precious. A part of yourself that you would regret being without.”

He just keeps on hitting the nail on the head. At first Dante just thought that he couldn’t do a job without you. Secretly calling you his “good luck charm”. It was a lie, of course, any work thrown at him, he could do blindfolded with his hands tied behind his back. He almost laughs out loud when he remembers you actually making him take up on that claim and all Dante heard was you laughing while he dealt with the demons in some abandoned warehouse.

Then it hit him, you stopped him from kissing you, but you didn’t push him away. Despite all the shenanigans and bold moves he pulled off, you kept him in check but didn’t isolate yourself from him. That gave him hope. He looks over at V. There’s still the competition. He didn’t want a repeat of last time. But he felt...that he can’t outright block him out from you. In the end, all Dante really wants is for you to have that special someone that sees you as he sees you. If it is with him, pizza is on him for the rest of their lives. If it is with V...

Dante: “I’m gonna have her patch you up.”

He could see that V was genuinely taken aback by his suggestion.

V: “I thought you did not like to share.”

Dante: “Still don’t. But it’s not gonna look good to my future customers if I let you bleed out on my time. Bad for business.”

Both men smiled at his bullshit.

Dante: “Plus, she’s got the best working hands in Red Grave City. Me, I’ll butcher the job.”

They can hear a familiar talking bird cackle.

Griffon: “Oh, the best, you say?”

The flying demon was nearly shot out of the air by Dante’s bullet...and the sharp end of V’s cane, the latter’s returning to the owner’s hand instantly. Luckily, Griffon ducked away in time and hastily retreated back to ink, completing V’s markings. They two devil hunters have stopped walking to face each other now, the air between them palpably tense.

V: “The help is much appreciated, but I feel that there is more you wish to say.”

Dante: “Yeah...”

Dante places his hand on V’s good shoulder.

Dante: “When we catch up to her or if she finds us first, she’s gonna look pissed as all hell. Brace yourself. Though with you, I think she’ll go a little easy on the punch.”

V winces at the image while Dante himself can picture it so vividly he can feel the impact as if it were actually happening. She’s going to go right for my jaw, I know it. He shakes his head and continues.

Dante: “If you mean everything that you said...”

His throat tightens, getting them out was hard for him but he knew this needed to be done.

Dante: “Don’t force your affections. If she feels for you, she’ll show it. That’s the great thing about her. She doesn’t fuck around. Not when it comes to demons or hearts.”

It was such a sappy thing to say, but hell, he adored that sentimental side you had.

V: “Why are you telling me this?”

He knew where V was coming from. Giving advice to the man that had a great chance in stealing your heart from him before he can win it. Still...

Dante: “Because...”

He sighs.

Dante: “I made a bad move. It wasn’t my place to throw all of that stuff down on her before, declaring my feelings for her in front of you to make you back off to boot. That shit was too soon and uncalled for. In truth, I really was going to give her everything as soon as this job was done, regardless of whether or not I would come out of it alive.”

The experienced hunter scratches the back of his head, shame evident in the way he furrows his brows to a harsh line.

Dante: “Damn it, didn’t even ask her what she wanted. She doesn’t deserve that, she has a right to make her own calls.”

Inside Dante hoped he had the guts to repeat this to you... He hears a slight chuckle from the other man.

V: “You surprise me. It seems that despite your blind stubbornness, there lies some degree of wisdom and astounding selflessness. Is this the same man I hired to defeat Urizen?”

Dante was stunned for a second, for a moment he had expected V to tell him to fuck off or downright ignore him, but the mysterious man hung onto every word he said and took it to heart. He laughs. The red-coat wearing hunter lowers his hand and offers it to the tattooed gentleman who takes it in his own, they both give a firm shake. The battle is ongoing still, but this time not against each other, but the overcome the obstacles they have erected towards the path to you. If one of them reaches the end, would you greet them?

Dante: “C’mon. I think I saw a payphone earlier on my way to-”

???: “FINALLY FOUND YOU BASTARDS!”

Alarmed, both men look up towards the source of the voice to see you landing on your feet in front of them from a high platform. A look of pure aggravation seethes your face.

Dante: “Ah, partner. Funny, we were just about to ca-”

He never got to finish that sentence, receiving a powerful hook on the side of his jaw.

#dante devil may cry #dante x you #dante x reader #part 1 #diverging jealousy #sorry this fic is going on longer than anticipated #v devil may cry #v dmc5 #v x you #v x reader #vitale #devil may cry imagine #my writing #also sorry if dante seems rather ooc #not too experienced writing for his character type #v’s part is gonna be a treat tho if that makes up for it ^^#despite how rambunctious #and uncouth dante may be #he’s a softie

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berlinaura · 5 years ago

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Me getting a flu during Christmas came to the best possible time. First of all, all of the fun plans were on a pause since everybody was on a holiday. I didn’t miss anything by just staying indoors. Second of all, I could easily use this time sending job applications. I had been resistant to start doing that because I felt like it was away from the fun time but now that the other option would be scrolling insta or studying, it wasn’t so bad after all!

On New Year’s eve I went with friends and their friends to Houdini again. We reserved a table beforehand which was smart since it was fully booked by NYE. Houdini never fails, we had drinks and delicious food before leaving to Warschauer. Already at 18, firework went off frequently and the whole city seemed to be on a party mood.

At Warschauer we went to a gay bar called Himmelreich. I really liked the atmosphere there. It felt almost like a living room. They also played Britney Spears and Lady Gaga which was a big plus, obviously. On midnight we toasted with Prosecco and went to the street to watch firework. We were on a side street, yet the fireworks went off like crazy. Firework was literally set off in the middle of a street, towards buildings, on tram tracks and so on. Talk about a celebration! I almost got emotional because I started thinking how much progress I have made in basically every area of my life since last New Year’s. I hope 2020 will be at least as good as 2019.

After a while we decided to go get döner and then we went to hang out at the area near Warschauer Strasse S-Bahn. Some men came up to us and asked if we could go into a club with them because they weren’t let in without women. Apparently the place was regulated so that it wouldn’t end up being a total sausage fest. We went in to the club which had multiple dance floors of different genres. I drank a disgusting tabasco shot and a beer and then we went dancing to the hiphop area. Unfortunately, after a while we got so tired that we decided to leave.

The way back was... an adventure. First off I took a wrong tram AND fell asleep in it. When I woke up, I had to take the same tram back a few stops but to the direction I just came from. Then I waited the ringbahn for a few minutes and FELL ASLEEP AGAIN. I can’t describe how tired I was, it was impossible for me to keep my eyes open. So on the other side of the ring, I woke up to some stranger stroking my thigh. I immediately pushed his hands away and probably looked extremely grumpy. “SCHAUMAL ICH HABE GELD, ICH BRAUCHE DEIN GELD NICHT!” (”look look look, I have money, I don’t need your money!”) he said while showing off money from his pockets. I had no idea what was going on, but good thing that he wasn’t stealing from me. After leaving the club, I just put my coat from the wardrobe on my bag which meant he didn’t have easy access anyways.

He still put his hand on my leg again and I had to push him away again. “HAST DU GESCHLAFEN? BIST DU BESOFFEN? BRAUCHST DU GELD?” (”were you asleep? are you drunk? do you need money?”) he said. I couldn’t get a word out of my mouth so I just stared at him angrily and opened google maps to see where the fuck I was. Unfortunately I was on the opposite side of the ring, in west. I could have waited until it drives back to the station I was supposed to get off but I wanted to get off because of the dude. Then I put every last bit of energy I had to keep my eyes open on the ringbahn to another direction. I got home at around 6.30 and just fell on my bed. I slept until 15.00 and now my sleep schedule is completely ruined but at least I am safe and had a memorable NYE.

After a few days of sending job applications in complete isolation after New Year’s, we decided to go to Körperwelten with friends. Körperwelten is a museum full of real human corpses. It is designed to teach about human biology with the help of actual body donors. I would absolutely recommend Körperwelten to anybody visiting Berlin. Even photos are allowed here! Some American tourists were totally disrespectful though, actually touching a corpse of an antilope... After a short bit of hesitation we decided to get some pizza, right after being taught what fast food does to our bodies. Somehow we didn’t feel like ordering alcohol afterwards, though.

The Christmas break destroyed my school motivation completely. Right now I feel like I don’t want to leave Berlin but I am so done with studying. Unfortunately, I am slowly starting to lose hope with the job hunt as well. Might as well just enjoy the ride as long as I can, right?

The first school week after the vacation I tried my best to study as well as I could. I bullshitted an English presentation and kept on sending work applications. Exams are scaring me because I don’t know what to expect from them. At the same time I am in this “who cares” mentality when it comes to getting good grades, I just don’t have the energy to worry about that.

On Thursday I went out with my roommates. We went to get the “best pizza of Berlin”. I hope we had done this earlier because it was nice to learn to know everybody a bit better. I also heard that two of them are moving out this January. Most likely I won’t be getting a job in Berlin which means that I don’t need to deal with the new roommates for a long. For some reason I have a bad feeling about the new ones...

On Friday I went to my hang out in my friend’s dorm. The whole building looked like a hotel! They have a goddamn reception dude there like in Gossip Girl! Talk about apartment goals. We went to their clubhouse and hung out with the active tenants of that building. People had brought alcohol and snacks from their home countries such as Austria, Romania, Spain and Serbia. I enjoyed this evening very much :) I even got a “Happy Birthday” sung to me at midnight!

The next day was my birthday. Gotta say that after enjoying those east European boozes the next night did not make me feel well in the morning. Me and my friend went to have a brunch near Alexanderplatz. I would like to go out for breakfast more often. It is so enjoyable to eat well in the morning instead of just having a low effort toast. Afterwards, we went to get some decorations from Tiger and of course alcohol. We went SO overboard with the alcohol. We actually had the ingredients for 32 liters of punch, 1 bottle of peach Schnaps, Sourz liqueur, Absolut vodka, a bottle of gin and tonic to make GTs, around 10 beers, 2 bottles of wine... FOR 5 PEOPLE.

Later in the evening my other friends joined and we played beer pong and other social games. I also got Exploding Kittens as a gift! I feel sorry for my neighbors because not only did we have a gathering for 6 hours, we yelled stuff like “Finland is the best!” out of the window, twerked to Anaconda etc. But against all odds, we actually made it to the club at around 1. The time literally flew by!

The club had a 80s, 90s, 00s theme with various dance floors. I wanted to play the table football so we basically hoarded the game for an hour or so. One good thing with basically marinating our livers in alcohol before going to the club was that all I needed to buy at the club was 1 beer. After enough of playing and dancing, we decided to leave the club around 5.

Me and my date sat in the tram stop for 10 minutes, waiting for my tram. When my tram arrived I didn’t wanna let go of his hand so I decided I’m not going home, lol. We got some Döner and went to his place. On the S-Bahn I felt the need to socialize with people so I asked the dude in front of me what his life dreams are and he said he liked to be a footballer but he broke his leg so now he’s a club bouncer. I hope I didn’t ruin that guys morning because he looked so sad for the rest of the ride :(

The next day was nothing but sleeping and eating mini salamis. In the evening I came home, cleaned the horrible mess from the kitchen (which looked like there was a tornado), watched a movie and slept some more.

Usually after being lazy for a couple of days, I feel guilty and want to actually study. Now it is not the case. I really should be sending more work applications OR do school work but currently I have no motivation towards anything. It is Monday, the time is 14.34 and I am laying on my bed because I skipped school. I am also thinking if it is socially acceptable to open a beer. It is, right? Right?

#erasmus #berlin

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cxtykxd · 5 years ago

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starters from hetalia fanfiction i wrote when i was 13

PREPARE FOR THE TASTE OF DEFEAT!

We all know I’d be the one to beat your ass in a contest. 'Specially if it was with pizza.

I have needed to punch/kick him in the crotch multiple times.

but seriously, what’s up with the extra-tiny servings of coffee? That is not enough to get me through a day.

*blushes* SHUT THE HELL UP ABOUT CANADA

what the hell’s up with all the disturbing fanfiction about my dad?

PANDAPANDAPANDATHATISALLGOODBYE

NEVER use my piano to play The Who, with or without permission. Serious consequences await.

But whenever you do I chuck French fries at you ‘till you shut up

I have a church with an animatronic Jesus right next to an awesome amusement park.

That whole brother/sister innuendo you’ve got going there is hella creepy. REALLY. FREAKING. CREEPY.

So. Much. CHOCOLATE. TOO MUCH BUT I NEED MOOOOOORE

There was this really weird kid dressed up all like a mini-priest who kinda looked like [name] hanging around. Will look into connection.

WHY DO YOU THINK YOU ARE AWESOME YOU ARE NOT AT ALL YOU ARE REALLY NARCISSICTIC AND ARE CLEARLY HIDING SERIOUS SELF ESTEEM ISSUES POSSIBLY STEMMING FROM CHILDHOOD MENTAL TORMENT YOU SHOULD REALLY GO SEE A PSYCHIATRIST ABOUT THIS NEXT.

WHY ARE YOU FULL OF TREES NOT ICE THIS IS A MINDFUCK OF EPIC PROPORTIONS

you're the only one I let touch my hair for reasons I refuse to explain

Immortal or not, the hangover I'm currently battling is not a force to be reckoned with.

It was [name]. And he was next to her. And they were in a bed. And, judging by the lack of Broadway posters pasted in multiple layers on the walls, it was not her bed. At least she was wearing PJs. But still.

WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED? FUCKING ANSWER ME, ASSHOLE, OR GOD HELP ME, I'LL FUCKING STEAL ALL YOUR STUPID GUMMY CIGARS!

[Name] bucked the tree, and the apples obeyed Newton's Law of Gravitation and fell off the tree.

You didn't kiss me, not exactly. You tried to, then barfed.

I'll bet [name] fucked up her magic again!

Wher're your BOOBS?!?

The hair and hat were the same, but instead of the usual outfit, he wore blue jeans and combat boots. His t-shirt was completely incomprehensible as always. This time, it was a light blue background with a rectangle of even lighter blue in the middle. On the rectangle was a hyperrealistic painting of a bright green hotdog wrapped in aluminum foil. Under the rectangle, in black 30-point Comic Sans MS with perfect kerning, was the word MANCHESTER!.

i have two modes: OHEMGEE fashion and OHEMGEE saving the environment! Drugs!

Well, it's always entertaining, and fuck being underage!

I love printing out r18 doujinshi I find on the glorious internets

I am a dry humored man who likes to wear sunglasses at night.

I'm such a jazz fangirl that I tried to resurrect Louis Armstrong.

#rp starters #starter meme #rp meme #roleplay #roleplay starters #ooc #memes

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swiftlythebest · 6 years ago

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Sweater Paws

@phansmutaccountbcican asked for a fic about Levi wearing Nico’s too big shirts. I’ve also seen a few anons in the Schmico tag asking for something similar so I thought I’d give it a go! This is a ficlet in three scenes with different instances of Levi in Nico’s clothes. It’s also a bit longer than anticipated, so I’ve put a lot of it under a cut. I hope you enjoy!

While Seattle winters were often not too harsh, it could still get quite cold at times. Nico Kim was from New York and was used to a much colder winter, so he had no trouble adapting to these parts of the Seattle winter. Levi Schmitt, however, was born and raised in Seattle, meaning he had some trouble when the temperature dipped below 40 degrees.

“Baby!” Levi whined. “I’m so cold!”

“I know, you little wimp. Let me get you a sweater.” Nico got off the couch, where the two had been huddled together, and made his way to their bedroom. He grabbed the first sweater he saw and made his way back to Levi, tossing him the sweater.

“Thank you!” Levi gave Nico a small kiss on the cheek and pulled on the sweater.

The sleeves fell a few inches past the tips of Levi’s fingers and the end hit just about mid-thigh. This sweater clearly belonged to Nico, who was a good amount taller and broader than Levi. The image of Levi in what was essentially a sweater dress caused Nico to erupt into laughter, earning him a few slaps from Levi’s sweater paws.

“Aw, babe, you look so cute and small in my sweater!” Levi was known to lounge around the apartment in Nico’s sweatshirts at times, but Nico would never tire of seeing his pint-sized boyfriend dwarfed even more in one of his sweaters.

“I would ask you to get me another one, but this sweater is really comfy and it smells like you. So I’m stealing it and it’s mine for the day.” Levi declared and stuck his tongue out at Nico, who gave another laugh.

“Well, you look adorable.” Levi smiled at the compliment and burrowed deeper into the sweater.

Nico and Levi had just closed on a small home not too far from the hospital and were in the process of renovating the space. Today was a painting day and, as such, they were dressed in some of Nico’s old gym clothes, which he didn’t care about getting stained with paint. Nico just looked like someone going to the gym in slightly faded attire, while Levi was almost consumed by the shirt he was wearing.

Levi had an old pair of sweatpants, but didn’t have a shirt he was willing to get dirty. They all had sentimental value, he claimed. Nico claimed he was a hoarder. But Nico had an old Seattle Mariners shirt, gifted to him by Link many years ago, that was a bit too tight on him, so he figured it would be perfect for Levi. But no, Levi was currently drowning in the shirt.

“How is this even possible?” Nico questioned with an amused smile.

“How? You’re an eight foot tall wall of muscle, that’s how!” Levi threw his arms up in exasperation, causing the shirt to awkwardly flap around him.

Nico wrapped his arms around Levi’s middle. “I love you in my clothes. You look like a little mini person.”

“That’s just weird, you weirdo!” But Levi was smiling, clearly able to see the humor in the image of him in the huge shirt.

Nico snapped a picture of Levi when he wasn’t paying attention and made it the new background picture on his phone, to always remember how adorably silly his boyfriend looked that day.

“I had a rough day today, so I am going to wear sweats tonight, eat too much pizza, and watch more Netflix than is advisable. And you will say nothing about it.” Levi proclaimed this warning as soon as he came through the door, having just returned home from a 20 hour shift.

Nico, who was watching a baseball game, looked up to see his boyfriend looking a bit worse for wear. “What happened?”

“There were so many accidents. So many. I got about 10 minutes of rest that whole shift.” Levi collapsed next to Nico and closed his eyes, as though ready to drift off to sleep.

“Hey, go change. I’ll order the pizza and queue up Parks and Rec, okay?”

“Mm, you are the best.” Levi turned and blindly planted a kiss on Nico’s chin, as his eyes were still closed.

Chuckling, Nico gave Levi a light shove. “Go, babe!”

Levi came back a few minutes later in an old college sweatshirt of Nico’s that he had commandeered when they were going through their clothes for the move. While Nico wanted to get rid of it because it was old and faded, Levi had immediately taken a shine to it and took it as his own. The issue was, while in college, Nico liked to buy sweatshirts a size up so they were a bit big on him. When spending hours in the library every night, he wanted to be as comfortable as possible. So while Levi was often overtaken by Nico’s clothes, he was even more so by this particular item.

Nico held out his arms and Levi scurried to him and settled himself in them. “You look adorable. I love that sweatshirt on you.” Nico placed a kiss on Levi’s temple.

“I have sweater paws!” Levi exclaimed excitedly, flapping the too long sleeves in front of Nico’s face.

Nico laughed. “Yes, you do. Congrats!”

Hours later, after devouring a large pizza and making it through half a season of Parks and Recreation, Levi was practically passed out in Nico’s arms on the couch. Nico hugged him tighter and leaned his head down to place a kiss to his fluffy hair. He thought of a small box hidden in the back of his underwear drawer and how tonight would have maybe been perfect; the two of them, cuddled together and so in love. But he also knew they’d have many more nights like this one. It was going to happen soon, that much he knew for sure.

“I love you and your silly sweater paws, you little nerd.” Nico whispered into Levi’s ear, earning him a small smile from the almost-sleeping Levi, who cuddled further into Nico’s chest.

#schmico #schmico prompt #sweater paws #alyssa writes in the airport

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captainmarvels · 7 years ago

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wicked games [12]

Summary: Valentine’s Day has always been the last thing on Tom’s mind. Is there anyway you can change that?

Pairing: CEO!Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: dry humping, [minor] daddy kink

Word Count: 4,100

A/N: this fic’s timeline is set in 2018 but is ahead of current time lmao, so enjoy this as an early v-day gift from me to you! see you next week, xx

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Nothing good ever happens on a Monday.

Well, usually.

But this Monday in particular, you were excited. The new interns Harrison and Tom’s brothers had picked out for this semester would be having their first day, and Tom had, of course, put you in charge of showing them the ropes.

“Don’t abuse them, okay?” You nearly choked on your cereal as you met Tom’s gaze from across the table.

“Abuse them? You make it sound like I’m some monster, Jesus,” you scoffed, shaking your head as you took in another spoonful. He rolled his eyes as he set his phone down.

“You know that’s not what I meant, baby. I just need you to not scare them is all. I’ve heard more than enough of what’s been running through the rumor mill about the internship, so I want everything to go smoothly. That’s why I left them in your ever so capable hands,” He made an emphasis on that by taking your free hand in his, flashing you a grin. You raised an eyebrow and let out a sigh.

“Fine. Are you staying for lunch today or will I be on my own?” You asked as you finished the last of your breakfast.

“I have a meeting in Queens at that time, but Harrison will be there. The two of you have hit it off quite well, might I add,” You laughed lightly, shaking your head as you got up and took your bowl to the sink.

“Sounds like someone’s jealous,” You teased, giggling when Tom looked at you with wide eyes.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about. Last time I checked,” He rose from the table and made his way over, pulling you into his chest as his arms wrapped around your waist. “... you were mine.”

You bit your lip at his words, slowly nodding as he leaned in and pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead.

“Believe me darling, I couldn’t be more thrilled that the two of you are getting along so well. I need someone to keep that annoying bug entertained,” He smiled as he stroked your cheek with the pad of his thumb.

“Oh my god, are you just using me?” You gasped, playfully pushing him back, only for him to chuckle and tighten his grip on your waist.

“I could never, love. Now let’s go, we’re going to be late,” He pulled away and guided you towards the door. After he opened it, he followed you out and slapped your ass.

You glanced back and stuck your tongue out at him. He laughed, shaking his head. “Don’t tease; I’ll put that mouth to work, princess.”

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The interns were mildly pleasing; they didn’t ask too many questions, and they seemed to have a good amount of self-confidence. You gave them an impersonal tour of the office floors, showing them their area and the location of the break rooms.

Just as you were wrapping up your final mini-presentation, Tom walked into the conference room. You flashed him a small smile, stepping to the side so he could stand at the head of the table. He shook his head and motioned for you to stand next to him as he addressed the group.

“I thought I’d introduce myself, considering you’ll all be working for me, more or less. Welcome to the office, ladies and gentlemen.” He smiled, slyly resting his hand on the small of your back as he spoke. “I hope Y/N was helpful with any questions you may have had,”

The group seemed to be awestruck, slowly nodding as they stared at him. You had to stifle a giggle when you noticed a few of the girls in the back growing flustered. Tom seemed to have followed your gaze because a low chuckle escaped him before he cleared his throat.

“Well, I’m Mr. Holland, clearly. You’re all here because you’ve demonstrated you’re more than capable of handling whatever life may throw at you, and that’s the kind of people I need working here. I need to steal Y/N for a moment, but she’ll back with your first assignments soon.”

Everyone answered in a chorus of ‘yes, sir,’ as the two of you walked out together, Tom dropping his hand the second he moved away from the table. Once you were in his office, he shut the door and locked it.

“So, how did it go?” He met your gaze from across the room; you were sitting at his desk, leaning back in his chair.

“Fine; a lot more girls than I was expecting to see, if I’m being honest,” You smiled as he walked over, his hand reaching out for you. You took it once he stood before you, standing up as he took a step back.

“Am I sensing a bit of jealousy, darling?” He smirked, quirking an eyebrow as he looked at you.

“What? No,” You scoffed, rolling your eyes as he let go of your hand and rested his on your waist. He chuckled at your response, shaking his head.

“That was very convincing,” He whispered, grinning as he leaned in and kissed your forehead.

“Care to tell me why you brought me in here?” You cupped his jaw as he gently pressed his forehead against yours, his eyes fluttering closed.

“I was going to suggest a bit more kissing, but I did promise I’d return you to your faithful interns,”

“Thought they were yours, boss?” You giggled when Tom opened his eyes and raised an eyebrow in confusion.

“Funny. One kiss and then I’m kicking you out - you distract me too much, love.”

“That sounds like a personal problem,” You quipped, resting a hand on the back of his neck while the other moved into his hair. He grunted when you gave his curls a quick tug, his grip on your hips tightening before he finally captured your lips with his.

His tongue swiped over your bottom lip, seeking entrance that you readily gave as you whined into the kiss. One of his hands dropped to your ass, gently squeezing it as your mouths moved in sync, his tongue dancing with yours.

You pulled on his hair the second his teeth sank into your bottom lip, gently tugging it before pulling away and slipping his tongue back in your mouth. He groaned quietly when you scratched the back of his neck, trying to pull him impossibly closer.

When you felt something slightly hard pressing against your hip as he pushed you against his chest, you smiled into the kiss. Tom reluctantly pulled away, chest heaving slightly as he dropped his head to your shoulder.

“Got a little excited there, didn’t we?” You asked as you stroked his back, still smiling with shameless pride. His lips were resting against your neck, his breath hot on your skin.

“I would blame you, but it really is my fault, I suppose,” He muttered. His hand squeezed your ass once more before he stood up straight, moving them back to your waist.

“You’re such a boy, my God,” You rolled your eyes when he laughed, shrugging.

“You drive me crazy, darling. Now go boss around those interns before I end up keeping you here for the rest of the day,”

“What about that meeting you have later?” You kissed his jaw when he didn’t make a move to step away.

“I’ll skip it, if you want. Just say the word, princess,” He cooed, cupping your cheek as he winked.

“You wish, Holland. I’ll see you later, darling.” You left a chaste kiss on the corner of his mouth before moving out of his grasp, making it to the door before he’d rounded the edge of his desk.

He smirked as he watched you leave, catching your eye one last time before the door shut behind you.

Nothing good ever happens on a Monday.

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You had just finished organizing the interns’ files when you spotted Harrison popping out of the hallway from the corner of your eye.

“You’re gonna give me a heart attack one of these days, I swear,” you said, waving your hand as he finally came up to your desk.

“You’re starting to sound like Tom, and I don’t know if that’s a good or bad thing, Y/N! How’s the day been so far?” He set down a cup of coffee in front of you.

“Not too bad; I had to deal with the new interns this morning, but they’re not terrible like Tom had thought,”

“He thinks anything involving mine or the twins’ decisions is terrible, apparently. I’m glad to hear they didn’t traumatize you, at least. Where are we going today, then?” He leaned against the wall opposite you, downing the rest of his own drink.

“Pizzeria down the street? I need something greasy after eating vegetables for the last few days,” Harrison laughed, nodding as he smiled.

“He’s already got you eating clean? God, he’s a mess,”

“I’m so glad he’s not here, otherwise I might commit upon seeing another plate of green anything!” You both laughed together as you finally got up from your desk, grabbing your coat from the stand behind you.

“Just be sure to have some gum afterwards; he’s got a terrifyingly superb sense of smell.”

The walk from the office to the restaurant wasn’t terrible, even if it was snowing and freezing cold.

Harrison indulged your immense craving for everything greasy, and agreed to share a pizza and a whole group of appetizers with you. The conversation flowed easily; the two of you had quite a lot of things in common, and you were honestly a little shocked that Harrison had somehow found Tom to be a compatible friend.

“I always forget to ask you this, but not today. How did the two of you meet?” You posed the question after taking the last bite of your pizza. Harrison leaned back in his seat and took a sip of his drink before clearing his throat.

“Freshman year of uni. Surprisingly, we met in the library, of all places. I’d seen him around campus, and he stuck out like a sore thumb, considering almost everyone knew who he was.”

“Already?” Harrison nodded, chuckling lightly.

“Yeah; the bastard’s name is known pretty much everywhere, thanks to his dad. I always tell him this just to shrink his ego, but sometimes I feel that’s the actual reason why he got into Stanford at all. Tom’s academics weren’t the best when he was in school; at least, from what he told me. Anyways, we met in the library because he was holding the book I needed for a research paper, and it turned out we were in the same class, just different times.”

“That has to be the most boring first meeting story ever!” You giggled when Harrison flashed you his middle finger for a moment, eyebrows furrowed in mock anger.

“Ask him to tell you the story, and he’ll probably include the ‘fact’ I sold him weed in the stacks,”

“He’s very dramatic, isn’t he?” You both laughed and tried to settle down when you saw a few people looking.

“Y/N, I don’t think you know just how dramatic Tom can get.”

“Tell me!” He shook his head.

“It’s better to learn from experience - just ask him, and you’ll see!”

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The rest of the week went by in a flash; you were beyond busy with the interns and their nerves getting the best of them as they started taking on the ropes alone. Tom was either rarely or constantly cooped up in his office. Harrison stayed late with him every night, just so you wouldn’t feel obligated to stick around instead.

Yet, it never seemed like an obligation in your mind; you would have gladly stayed with him. What really seemed to worry you was that Tom asked Harrison to stay just so you wouldn’t.

The feeling seemed to nag you in the back of your mind; the only time you’d really spent together in the past week had been in the mornings before you both left - separately - for work. He always had meetings scheduled during lunch, so Harrison would be there to accompany you.

And he always stayed late, telling you he’d rather finish it at work than risk getting… distracted while at home. That part really irked you.

Not the idea that he was referring to you as a distraction; you did the same to him countless times. It was the fact that he was referring to a possible distraction when you knew very well nothing would even happen if he came back to the apartment with you.

Since the gala, nothing had happened between the two of you. Nothing overtly intimate or sexual; besides hand holding or kissing, it never went beyond that.

You didn’t want to ask why; it would only increase your anxiety thinking that you’d done something wrong. Or maybe something had gone wrong and he no longer… wanted that.

You didn’t want to overthink it, but it was difficult not to. When the foundation of your relationship is built on sex, it makes it hard to avoid thoughts like this when that main component is missing.

The only reason you were really freaking out about this now was because of the fact that Valentine’s Day was two days away, and you had no idea what the hell was going to happen.

This whole relationship was based on something physical; you hadn’t even considered something like this in the beginning, and now it terrified you.

What was more scary was the fact that you didn’t know what Tom was going to do. You were worried he would disappear or drink too much, all while clearly avoiding you.

There was only one way to find out for sure.

You didn’t see him for the rest of Monday and Tuesday. Come Wednesday morning, you learned he’d stayed at Harrison’s apartment.

I’ll make sure he goes home tonight. He’s gonna drive himself insane if he works late one more time. Don’t worry.

You didn’t get your hopes up on the idea of the promise; it wouldn’t be the first time Tom managed to force Harrison to do what he wanted.

When you came into the office, you were surprised to find a large bouquet of roses sitting on your desk with a small gift bag tied to the vase. The card attached to both gifts were signed with Tom’s name, a row of x’s following his handwriting.

Inside, you found three velvet boxes tied with red ribbons. Checking the hall to make sure no one would walk by, you sat down and opened each one.

The smallest box contained a pair of small diamond earrings encased in white gold. The second box was home to a Cartier bracelet, your initials engraved on the inside of the yellow gold band. You almost had a heart attack at the thought of how much money he must’ve spent on these.

The third and largest box revealed your worst fear - a rose gold necklace, interlaced with a simple row of diamonds. You bit back your tongue as you set the box down on the table, covering your mouth with your hand as you admired it.

This is all so much. Holy shit.

When you heard a few voices drift towards you, you quickly put away the gifts and hid the bag in the nearest drawer. A group of interns appeared, a few girls gasping as they took in the sight of the flowers.

“Who are those from?” They practically shouted in unison. You smiled and waved your hand, shaking your head.

“A friend - they’re a little extra when it comes to Valentine’s Day, that’s all. Did you need something?”

The interns ended up providing a perfect distraction from your insistent thoughts. You stayed with them for most of the day, helping them with filing and an assortment of other unimportant tasks.

You didn’t even realize how quickly the time had passed until you saw a text from Harrison on your phone.

I can’t make lunch today, but I know Tom should be there. Have fun, kids xx

He had sent it over an hour ago, so you knew it was time to wrap things up.

“If you need anything else, bug Johnny about it. He likes to think he’s in charge of the interns, so make his day, yeah?” You waved goodbye before they could answer, quickly making it back to your desk. Just as you were about to pull out the gift bag from your desk, your phone lit up with another text - this time from Tom.

Won’t be back till late. Hope you enjoyed the gifts - happy valentine’s xxx

Of course.

You ignored the uncomfortable drop of your stomach as you reread his words a few times. Once you decided you’d rather call it day, you grabbed the bag from your drawer, tidied up your desk, and slipped on your coat.

For some reason - one laced with just a bit of guilt - the gift bag seemed to weigh a bit more heavier in your hand than it had before.

After you got back to the apartment, you ditched the bag in your room, covering it with a pillow so you could deal with it at a later time.

Martha greeted you when you walked into the kitchen.

“You’re back early - want something for lunch?”

“I don’t know if I can even stomach something right now, Martha.” She cocked an eyebrow, resting her hand on her hip.

“And why is that?”

“It’s Valentine’s Day - well, obviously you knew that - but anyways… I’ve got this bad feeling and I’m scared,”

“Hold on - scared about what?” She came around the counter and joined you at the table. You sighed as you avoided her gaze.

“He got me a few… expensive gifts, and then told me, again, that he wouldn’t be back until late. He’s been avoiding me since the gala, and I just don’t know what to make of all this, you know?” She nodded, resting her hand over yours.

“I don’t want you to take this the wrong way, but at least he’s trying for once.”

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“You did what?” Harrison stared at Tom in disbelief.

“What? Am I not allowed to buy her stuff now?”

“No, no. Of course you are. But mate… it’s Valentine’s Day today. You don’t think she’s gonna get the wrong idea here?” Tom’s eyes widened, mouth slightly open.

“What… what wrong idea could she possible get?”

“You’re not that stupid, mate. Gifting her jewelry - pricey jewelry, at that - is more romantic, and definitely not your style.”

“And what the fuck constitutes as my style, Haz?” Tom crossed his arms, glaring at him.

“This is the first… thing you’ve let go on this far. Don’t you usually end things before February?”

“Fuck you, twat. This is different!” Harrison raised an eyebrow and leaned forward in his chair.

“Don’t tell me you have feelings for her.”

“Of course not. But I’m done treating her like she’s nothing, because she’s not.” Harrison eyes widened in surprise, a small smirk replacing the frown on his lips.

“If she’s not nothing, then what exactly is she to you?”

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After a nice dinner with Martha and Nick, you spent the rest of your night watching cheesy rom-coms on Netflix.

You were starting to doze off when you heard a soft rap at your door. Sitting up, you spotted Tom slipping into your room, another bouquet of roses in his hands. You could tell he was holding something behind his back as he stood at the foot of your bed, his teeth digging into his lip.

“Hi,” You sounded out of breath as you met his soft gaze. He smiled, and even in the dim lighting you could make out a rosy shade of pink tainting his cheeks.

“I’m sorry for being absolutely terrible to you.”

“Well, that’s one way to say hi back,” You laughed lightly when he tilted his head, shaking it slightly as he held out the flowers.

“You know what I’m trying to say. I know this doesn’t make up for me being an idiot, but I promise I’m trying,”

“I know. It’s okay, I promise,”

“It’s really not.” You looked at him as confusion sparked across your face.

“What are you talking about, then?” He sighed deeply, moving to sit next to you. Setting the roses down on your nightstand, he handed you what he had been holding behind his back - a teddy bear holding a red heart.

You took the stuffed animal from him, genuine surprise replacing your confusion as you clutched the toy to your chest.

He met your gaze as you looked at him with a bit more than just admiration.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, princess,” He smiled sweetly, his hand coming to rest on your knee.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Tom,” you whispered as you sat up on your knees, pulling him to you. He made no move to stop you as you cupped his jaw, gazing into his eyes for a moment.

He smiled again before giving in first, pulling you down to him. You sighed contentedly as soon as his lips met yours, his tongue slipping in at the first chance.

His hands moved to your waist and pulled you onto his lap swiftly, his lips never leaving yours.

As your mouths moved in sync, you began to slowly rock your hips over his thigh. He grunted into your mouth at the feeling, his grip on your hips tightening as you kept moving.

It was then that Tom realized you were only wearing a shirt and panties, and he was glad he’d chosen the perfect time to come home.

You pulled him back into the moment when you tugged on his curls, your mouth leaving his as you tried to catch your breath.

“You look beautiful like this, darling,” His voice was low in your ear as you rutted your hips against him, quietly keening at the delicious friction his slacks were building up against your core.

You whimpered the second you felt his lips on your neck, sucking and nipping at your hot skin as you held him close to you, but nothing could’ve prepared either one of you for the strangled moan that left your lips when Tom bounced his leg.

“Oh fuck,” was all you could manage to get out as your head dropped down onto his shoulder, your hands clutching the back of his dress shirt as you grinded on his thigh.

You felt his lips pull away, his breath heavy against your skin as he gripped your hips tighter, pushing you down onto him.

“C’mon, baby,” he growled, bouncing his leg up for more friction. You set a steady pace, your hips moving back and forth against him as one of his hands moved to cradle the back of your head, bringing you in for a kiss, his moans mixing with yours.

The knot in your stomach was starting to grow more and more, the friction and quickening pace pushing you closer and closer to bliss. You whined into the kiss when you felt one hand eagerly grab your ass, the other still holding you down against him.

His lips left yours, trailing your jaw with wet, open-mouthed kisses before he moved to your sweet spot.

All it took was a soft ‘come for daddy,’ for your orgasm to finally wash over you, Tom’s lips coming back to eagerly swallow your guttural moans. Your hips faltered against his thigh as you slowly came down from your high. Tom laid back on your bed, letting you rest on top of him as your breathing returned to normal.

You smiled when you felt him playing with your hair while his other hand rested on your hip, his thumb tracing lazy circles on your skin.

“That was a better gift than the jewelry,” you mumbled, embarrassed the second the words left your tongue. Tom’s chest rumbled in response with an amused chuckle.

“What matters is that you’re happy, princess. Whatever it takes,” His voice was soft, his words making your heart swell with happiness.

“Stay with me tonight,” was all that came to mind, and you couldn’t stop the words from slipping out. The silence that followed made your stomach drop, only to be replaced with a feeling of hope as you felt his hand under your chin, making you look at him.

The small glimmer of something more in his eyes made your heart flutter, but nothing could’ve readied you for what he said next.

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Platonic. (Patrick Stump x Reader)

Note: This was written by my best friend.

“Why do we have to come with? We don’t even know the guy.” Pete whined.

“Because Seth said that he was going to bring a friend, and there’s nothing wrong with making new friends,” Andy said, smiling.

“When you say it like that, my dude, you really don’t sound like a 37 year old man,” Joe commented.

“Uh, yeah, I’m not really in the mood to meet two men that’ll make me feel like a actual tree stump in comparison to their huge, muscular bodies,” Patrick stated, keeping his eyes on the ground.

“C'mon guys, it’ll be fun, I promise, I mean, it’s Seth Freaking Rollins and he’s really nice, I’m sure his friend will be the same. How about this - if you guys start to feel weird, we can leave, okay?” Andy suggested.

“Fine,” the three men sighed in agreement.

“Why is leaving your houses such a problem?” Andy asked, quizzically.

“Because we’ll be seen in public with gigantic men that’ll make us look tinier than we already are,” Patrick said, fiddling with his fingers.

“Speak for yourself, I’m not that short like you guys,” Joe said smugly.

“Shut up, Joe!” The others said in unison.

“Ugh, where are they? I want to get this over and done with, so I can see my kids and not feel short,” Pete complained, resting his face on his hand.

“You’re getting to eat free pizza, stop complaining,” Andy stated, annoyed at Pete’s childish behaviour.

“Doesn’t count if it’s vegan,” Pete grumbled softly, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I think I see them. Wait, no, it’s a girl and a guy, nevermind,” Joe said, craning his neck to see.

“That’s Seth! I didn’t know he was bringing his girlfriend. I could’ve brought Meredith with instead,” Andy sighed, “Does she look familiar to you guys too?” Andy questioned, furrowing his brows.

“Th-that’s his girlfriend? Th-they’re together? Uh, that’s [Y/N][L/N], she’s a WWE Diva,” Patrick said, slouching, misery evident on his face.

“She’s hot!” Pete said, “Hey, isn’t she that chick that you record and watch on your TV all day?”

“Uh, no, I don’t watch her all day, just whenever she happens to be on TV. I’m not obsessed,” Patrick said, unnecessarily defending himself.

“Whatever man, what you do while you watch her matches behind closed doors are your business,” Joe smirked knowingly, leaving Patrick’s cheeks a tinge of pink.

You and Seth walked into the restaurant, his muscular arm draped around your shorter frame while the two of you were deep in conversation, something he said made you chuckle while he watched you and smiled. None of you noticed the four men staring at this common occurrence between the two of you. Seth searched the restaurant for Andy and was met with four pairs of eyes already looking his way; you and him quickly made your way over to the booth.

“Hey man, how you’ve been?” Seth said, quickly man-hugging Andy.

“I’m great man,” Andy said, smiling, “these are my friends; Joe, Patrick and Pete”.

“Nice to you meet you guys,” Seth said shaking each guy’s hand, “This is [Y/N][L/N], current Diva’s champion,” Seth said, beaming with pride.

But Patrick knew that already, he watched and recorded that match of yours while he was supposed to be working on the new album with the guys. He sat on a couch, getting really flustered when you came out with your practiced entrance. He got excited when you had the upper hand - which was most of the time - and when you performed your signature on your opponent, he couldn’t help but yell loudly, the moments that she retaliated and got a few hits in had him frustrated; he hated to see you get hurt.

You greeted each of them by shaking their hands, all the while, Patrick kept drinking his Coke and watching you, getting more and more nervous the closer you got. He was so lost in thought that he didn’t realise that he was staring at you, his straw still in his mouth until Pete snapped him out of his trance, leaving him looking like a deer in the headlights. Patrick looked up at you, your hand out stretched, a huge smile on your face. He stretched out his hand towards you and was about to greet you but hiccuped instead. You covered your mouth and giggled, making Patrick’s face redder than a stoplight.

You ended up sitting next to Patrick, his nervousness growing, he only hoped that he could make a coherent sentence while talking to you. When you sat down, you surprised him, you were shorter than he thought, a bonus for him. With Seth on the other side of you, his arm resting lazily on top of the part of the booth behind your head, Patrick was left to wonder whether you and Seth were a couple or not.

When Andy and Seth began talking about Crossfit, you unexpectedly turned to Patrick and began a conversation with him. You asked him questions about the band and music in general, genuinely interested in his knowledge of something you were clueless about. You listened to him explain how he works various sounds together to create songs, with the help of Pete, Andy and Joe. You watched, in awe of his musical genius. You played it coy and flirted a little, the rest of the table not noticing your slight touches on Patrick’s arm or thigh, only he did, and he was losing his ability to speak.

“So, am I going to see you again?” You said, twirling your hair around your finger.

“Uh, yeah! I-I mean only i-if you wanted to, I would love it, I love you! I-In a platonic way of course. That’s a funny word, isn’t it? Platonic, strange wor-,” Patrick rambled.

“Just give me your phone so I can put my number in,” You said, putting your hand out for his phone, giggling at his nervousness.

“Y-yeah, sure,” He said, nervously searching through all of his pockets for his phone.

Once you took your phone from him, you quickly typed your number into his phone, adding a black heart emoji next to your name. You were astounded at your own boldness this past half hour, you were never this confident, but having the guy you thought was cute be more nervous than you, made you feel better, you weren’t the only one for once.

After getting to know one another, you all decided to leave, although, Patrick still wasn’t sure if you and Seth were an item yet.

“C'mon man, you gotta man up, it’s now or never. She’s your dream girl, just do it,” Patrick said, hyping himself up.

From Patrick: “Hey there, [Y/N]. Would you like to hang out sometime this week? If you don’t, it’s okay.”

From [Y/N]: “Patrick! Hey! I would love to see you again but I’m not sure when I’ll be able to see you, I’ve got to go to gym every day and I have meetings all week :(”

From Patrick: “Oh, :/ maybe some other time then?”

From [Y/N]: “Maybe I could find some time to meet up with you. How about lunch at 1? :)”

From Patrick: “That sounds great, I know this really amazing restaurant that offers healthy options too. Is Wednesday okay with you?”

From [Y/N]: “I think I know the one. Wednesday is perfect :) See you there ❤”

From Patrick: “See you there.”

From Patrick: “Wait, you just said that.”

From Patrick: “I’ll see you on Wednesday❤❤”

From Patrick: “The second heart was an accident.”

From Patrick: “Not that I don’t like you. I love you.”

From Patrick: “I mean in a platonic way. Did I just mess this up?”

From [Y/N]: “No, you’re sweet. See you on Wednesday. No need to reply. ;)”

Patrick facepalmed after reading your last message. He blew it, he could picture it now, after the date, he’d try to kiss you and you’d get weirded out and reject him or tell him that Seth was your boyfriend. Too busy imagining his dreams being crushed, Patrick failed to hear Pete enter his home, until he was actually standing in front of him.

“Earth to Patrick,” Pete said, snapping his fingers in front of Patrick, shaking him from his thoughts, “What’s going on with you, man? You good?”

“I’m nervous, dude. [Y/N] and I are going out on a date on Wednesday and I’m scared that I’ll screw everything up, more than I have already,” he huffed, shaking his head at the thoughts of how he embarrassed himself multiple times.

“Are you sure that it’s a date?”

“What do you mean?”

“Uh, isn’t she dating that giant Seth guy?” Pete questioned, “I mean, I wouldn’t wanna risk being the other man in that relationship, that guy looks like he eats guys like us for breakfast, and he does back flips!” Pete said.

“Thanks man, that made me feel soo much better.”

“Glad I could be of service, man,” Pete smiled to himself gleefully.

“Do you not get sarcasm? Dude, I’m freaking the hell out and you’re not helping!” Patrick said, basically screaming.

“Chill out man, everything will be fine, in case you forgot, she wanted YOUR number, and even after you embarrassed yourself in front of her, she still wanted to get to know you better,” Pete said encouragingly before adding, “And I saw how she watched you when you were talking about music, she definitely had a lady boner for you,” Pete said, finishing his pep talk.

“Wow, thanks Pete, I don’t know where I’d be without you right now,” Patrick said sincerely.

“No problem man, I’m pretty sure that you’re never going to get a girl as hot as [Y/N], so you’re going to need all the help that you can get,” Pete said, walking to the kitchen to steal Patrick’s food as usual.

Patrick sighed and ran a hand through his hair out of stress, knocking his fedora off in the process. He still felt somewhat nervous, despite Pete’s reassuring words; he hadn’t been on a date in a long time.

“Shit, I can’t do this, I can’t do this, she’s going to reject me, Seth is probably her boyfriend and he’s going to kill me, oh fuck, I can’t do this,” Patrick panicked, nervously pacing across his living room.

“Dude, I’m not going to repeat my pep talk, just calm down, if anything goes wrong, I’ll be here,” Pete said, walking into the living room with microwaved mini pizzas.

“Yeah, eating my food,” Patrick scoffed.

“Hey, I’m helpful,” Pete said defensively, his mouth full with a mini pizza.

You arrived at the restaurant first, you were excited to finally be going on a date with an actual nice guy and not one of those wannabe actors that would rather talk about how often they’re in the gym than making actual human conversation. A few minutes later, Patrick arrived, nervously adjusting his fedora before walking over to your table, nearly crashing into a waiter in the process but quickly moving out of the way.

“Smooth moves, Patrick,” You said, giggling at his clumsiness.

“Holy smokes,” he whispered to himself, loving the way that his name came out of your mouth.

“Did you say something?” You asked.

“Uh, no, I-I mean yeah, what are you having to drink?” Patrick said, mentally thanking himself for saving himself.

“I’ll probably have a fruit smoothie, what about you?” You asked.

“I’m more of an ice tea kinda g-,”

“May I take your order?” The waitress interrupted.

“A peach iced tea and a mango smoothie please,” You answered, slightly annoyed at the interruption.

“Coming right up,” The waitress said, winking at you before walking away.

“So, you’re in a band, how do you do it? I mean, the writing, recording and touring, you must be really busy all the time,” You asked, genuinely interested.

Patrick blushed slightly, remembering Pete’s words, “Yeah, it’s a lot but I’m with my best friends so it’s a lot of fun, although, I haven’t been on a date in months, I mean, there is the odd drunk girl at a party that’ll flirt with me but it’s not genuine. I’m pretty sure that no sober girl is actually interested in me,” Patrick said, cringing slightly at his self-deprecating words and the thoughts of the drunk girls throwing themselves at him.

“Oh please, you can’t be serious, I’m sure girls would kill to be in my shoes right now, and I can assure you, I’m the same level of sober that Brendon was drunk in the History of Fall Out Boy video,” You said, flirting with Patrick.

“Y-You know my music?” Patrick asked, shocked.

“Of course. I love it, it’s perfect for when I’m at the gym,” You answered.

“Oh, I had no idea, I have to admit, I-I’m a huge fan of yours, I watched you win your title the other night,” Patrick said, slowly gaining confidence to speak freely.

“Wow, I-I’m flattered, Trick,” You said, accidentally stuttering, your inner fangirl coming out.

Patrick noticed your nervousness increasing and started to feel his die down.

“I know this is really blunt but there’s something I need to know,” Patrick said, taking a deep breath before asking, “Are you and Seth dating?”

You burst out with laughter at his question.

“Oh my gosh, no ways, Seth is like a brother to me, I could never date him, and besides, I’ve got a crush on someone right now, and he’s pretty damn adorable,” You answered, winking at Patrick.

It took a while but Patrick finally understood what you meant and when it did, he was stunned. Luckily he didn’t have to say much as the waitress came back, waiting to take both your orders. With Patrick unable to speak, you ordered a pizza for the two of you to share. Once the pizza arrived you both started eating in comfortable silence. With there being eight slices, you having had your four, and Patrick just finishing his third, you still felt slightly hungry, you were just at the gym this morning, both you and Patrick reached for his slice, your hands jolting back from the sudden feeling of each other, redness creeping up on both of your cheeks, at the realization.

“You can have it, I don’t need it, as you can see,” Patrick said, gesturing to his body.

“Patrick, you’re beautiful,” You said, holding his hand lovingly, “but I’m also really hungry so thanks,” You added, grabbing the last slice with your other hand and taking a huge bite.

Once you finished the last slice, Patrick called the waitress over to bring you two the check, the cause of your first argument.

“I’ll get it, don’t worry, Trick,” You said.

“No, I’m a gentlemen, I want to pay,” He argued.

“But I also want to pay, I’m not here to mooch off of you,” You retorted.

“Would somebody just pay?” The waitress said, annoyed.

“Wanna go halfsies?” Patrick asked.

“Sure hun,” You said, giggling.

After paying, you two got up and hugged. You felt confident and went in for a kiss on the cheek. Patrick’s cheeks that were once it’s normal colour was now a pinkish hue.

~2 months later~

“You’re gonna do great baby, I just know it, there’s no way that you’re going to lose,” Patrick said, holding your hands in his.

“But baaabe, I’ve never fought against her before and anything can happen, there is no set winner!” You said, still feeling anxious about defending your title.

“Look at me, I’ve seen you do this before and you can sure as hell do it again, I believe in you babe,” Patrick said, kissing you to alleviate your nervous energy.

“Thank you Trick,” You said, blushing.

You went off to get ready to go out while Patrick stood at one of the TV’S that were broadcasting the show. He loved supporting you and he couldn’t wait for you to be able to take a vacation so you could join him on his tour.

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Thank you for reading x

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