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perennial;tom holland|eleven.

chapter eleven: snapdragons & sunflowers (Vol. 1)

↳ flower meaning: snapdragons: deception. sunflowers: unconditional love.

chapter summary: to ask for a kiss.

pairing: tom holland x y/n

warnings: fluff, angst, comedy, all in one, mentions or allusion to sex but not smut :), you’ll see, alcohol.

You’ll hate me.

word count: 11.2K

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Y/N was made of the people she loved or once loved. Everyone is, really, but y/n probably made sure it showed.

Like her habit for photography had come from her very own best friend, of the way she started watching cooking videos because of her other best friend and always read the ingredients on any of the food she ate. Her clothing style had come from her very own first boyfriend who had introduced her to the magnificent world of the 80’s.

Her love for 80’s movies had come from Louis introducing her every night to a different one, a new story, a new song, and honestly it was good he showed her to it, y/n found her one true love. Louis, really, had shown y/n a lot of things, like how to lie to see him at indecent hours, and how And how Louis taught her that love doesn’t have to last and that sometimes people aren’t what we expect.

How she loved pancakes because that’s what her mother used to make them every Sunday, and how she’d learned from her father that sometimes sitting outside in the grass on a sunny day could bring back happiness to us.

How her grandma had taught her how to have a perfect poker face, and how her grandfather had shown her how to peel an orange in a ‘correct way’.

How she had started to drink her tea with lemon and honey because James had once given her one like that and it brought nice memories. And how James had told her that it’s okay to love, even when people tell you not to, you have to fight for your love, you shall never be afraid of who you love. And James teaching her that she should love for herself, for her own, and not having to share her feelings if she didn’t want to.

How y/n had started to watch subtitled films because Timmy had shown her some hidden gems. Or how she had learned from Tim to enjoy little moments, like the sunrise if she ever had to wake up early, or how she opened the windows to listen to the rain splattering. Tim had taught her too much about life, like enjoying wasting time.

Y/N was made, the most, of the people she loved the most. Like how she made pasta the way James had taught her to once when their parents had gone out and James was left in charge.

Or how when she was sad she’d watch that movie her childhood friend had introduced her to, and how they didn’t talk now. How y/n had learned that music was a way of healing because of that same friend.

Or how to make a story sound great with Harry, and how Harry had shown her songs that probably were her favorite ones. How Harry and her knew that they didn’t like tequila because of that one time, and how they had learned that mixing cranberry, and grape juice and vodka tasted great thanks to Sam’s idea.

The way that Emma had taught her to use certain hair products, and how Emma had taught her that sometimes we have to sing out our feelings, and scream and shout. How Emma had taught her the importance of a friendship and having someone’s shoulder to cry on. That she didn’t have to be lonely.

How when she kissed she usually liked to place her hands behind their neck because she’d done that on her very first kiss with Tom, or how she usually ate some of the chocolate chips when she baked cookies because Tom and her used to do that. She had learned how to wrestle from a very young age and beat Tom, and she had learned how to play with his hair in a way to make him smile. She had learned the meaning of a rose, when all her life she had never understood about it, Tom had shown her how to approach a dog, and Tom had taught her how to cuff her jeans in a cool way. Or the habit she’d picked from him of undressing the beer bottle when they were talking or how he opened it with the table. How Tom had taught her how to kiss, from their very first one to the last one, different kisses each time, how he’d taught her each and every kiss is a journey, a mystery. How she’d learned how to deal with heartbreaks and to fall in love all over again. And how she had learned that he’d come back to her. But really, how a heartbreak feels when it’s real.

That’s who y/n was. All the beautiful things of the people she loved.

But she was also the bad ones, unfortunately, because people shape us. Y/N was also made of the ugly parts, very ugly parts.

One that stood out the most, she’d learned from Tom, from James, from her family, was to avoid talking.

Everybody wanted to talk, everybody except y/n. She knew she was being immature, but she’d learned that from everyone around her, not to care if you don’t have to. But she was too overwhelmed, everyone had something to say about, except her. How could she talk if she didn’t know what she wanted?

Tom, Harry, Emma, Tim, James, Sam, Cherry, Aunt Eliza, even Josh and Clark.

Everybody wanted to talk. She didn’t.

She had caught on to what Tom was doing. She'd go along with it, he was the only one she wanted to talk to, honestly.

And Emma, because she knew Emma didn’t judge her, Emma understood y/n, and Emma had been the only one who really didn’t tell her she was wrong. Even if Tim was her best friend, Ema understood that y/n’s heart belonged to Tom.

“Clark is great, I may have fallen in love with him,” Emma had stated.

Y/N nodded. “He’s great, I—“

“Why didn’t you know?” Emma asked.

“I did know. But I didn’t—James was—you know how I’ve only dated three guys?” Y/n asked, she was putting on makeup, she had a date.

“Yeah.”

“James is exactly the opposite, he’s dated like half the gay population his age in London,” y/n scrunched her nose, as she was choosing between lipsticks.. “So I just—Never paid attention to any guy he dated because I never thought it was serious.”

“Are you talking to him now?”

“I did today, only because of Clark,” y/n admitted, giving up on the lipsticks and instead choosing to work on her hair. “James is still angry I am in love.”

“Not angry at that, you know that,” Emma pointed out.

“Is it that wrong I am so in love with Tom?” Y/n left the brush on the table as she turned to look at Emma.

“It’s completely bollocks y/n, but then again,” Emma sighed, “I wish I could be more like you and just love—I mean and I also wish Harry wasn’t so scared okay? He’s just so bloody scared, I wish he’d just say hey, Emma, d’ya fancy to go for a stroll? But no, we are both so… Gosh, I wish we were more like you and Tom, throwing everything down the drain.”

“We are-”

“You are, y/n,” Emma rolled her eyes. “He blows your mind and you basically want to yell it to the world, and he gets you all stupid, and you’re happy again, that’s alright, though-”

Emma was laying down on y/n’s bed, her feet up against the wall, as she was nibbling on a popsicle.

“Yes, I know, we have to talk,” she sighed.

“Who says it has to be right now?” Emma had said. “Right now you barely have time to think, and I see you all happy and giggling, and besides, talking doesn’t have to be dramatic.”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s just… I don’t get it why James wants it to be dramatic, it’s just hey, you guys love each other, what else is there to know?”

Y/N nodded, turning back to the lipsticks.

“You do have to tell him you know about Cherry, though, which-”

“Yeah, n, no, but I get it,” y/n sighed.

“Which, I love you’re ignoring, just pretending like she doesn’t exist, ” Emma laughed. “She just arrived yesterday, didn’t she?”

“She did,” Y/N sighed. “Ugh, I don’t want to see her and she wants to talk, what does she want to talk about? We’ve never cared about each other before, met her like three times growing up because my mum and hers didn’t get along, which by the way, I’m scared James and I are headed in that same direction.”

“You won’t,” Emma said. “James loves you too much to ever leave you.”

“You never know,” y/n said. “Besides that’s not my point, my point is why does she want to talk? We have nothing in common!”

“Dunno, you’re blood related and you both rode the same dick, seems like you’ve got a lot in common.”

Y/n closed her eyes as she forced a laugh, “Emma!”

“I’m just saying, y/n, that’s why you and I became close, we’ve both kissed the same two guys.”

“It’s different,” Y/N scoffed. “I—just don’t want to see her okay? Because I know I’ll be reminded of every single insecurity I have,” she admitted. “Because I know that the moment I see her I’ll get just so anxious, you know? She’s so pretty, and she’s so perfect and from what-”

“From what I’ve gathered from Eliza, she’s also a mess,” Emma added.

“That’s an issue, that’s Tom’s type, just look at me,” y/n laughed as she stared at a bright red lipstick.

Emma scoffed. “Oh, hadn’t thought about that, Tom’s into messy girls with your genes.”

“It’s so fucked up, though,” y/n said, as she looked up at the wall, she needed to change the flowers, they were drying out. She hadn’t changed them in a while.

Emma shrugged, “considering how small his brain is, he probably thought it would feel the same way if he closed his eyes.”

“As if it would,” y/n replied cockily, finally choosing a light pink, changing it up a bit, she’d always used bright red lipsticks with Tom, “I’ve known him his whole life, and now I’ve—“she cleared her throat. “ I know exactly how to work him up.”

Emma let out a loud and long laugh. “I can tell, Jesus, what did you do to him to have him oh, so mesmerized? Are you a sex goddess or why are those two men so bloody entranced by you?”

Y/N blushed and shook her head laughing. “You’re an idiot.”

“How do you really feel?” Emma wondered, getting the conversation back as serious as it was supposed to be.

“I don’t know,” Y/N admitted, she was still on some pair of pjs. “I… I’ve been talking with Tom, or…” She rolled her eyes. “He’s found a way to talk, and I think it’s worked out for both of us.”

“Oh, what is it?” Emma sighed.

Y/n walked over to her closet, it felt so weird to choose something to wear, Tom had warned her to be casual, something her style, something very her.

“We use the script so we can… I guess we’re projecting it all, and well, I think he’s been understanding about it, and I think I’m starting to understand his point of view, about Tim at least.”

“Please, I don’t need to listen to him to know why he feels that way,” Emma pointed out.

“Really?” Y/n turned back to Emma as she was choosing between them.

“I like the red one,” Emma suggested. “But please, y/n,” Emma scoffed. “Timmy was the one who stole his chance, Timmy was the one who got the girl when he had fucked up and everyone around Tom said it, we’ve all said it at some point, Tim is perfect for you.”

“But—“

“and besides, Timmy was the one-”

“The one who opened the door when Tom came to apologize,” y/n finished Emma’s sentence as she sat down hugging the red dress Emma had suggested.

Emma frowned. “What?”

“Guess Timmy had secrets, too,” y/n said.

Emma seemed confused.

“He never told me about it, how Tom had come a second time, and…” She sighed. “I mean I guess I’m thankful he didn’t but I’m… I’m only wondering—“

“Oh, back when you first started dating,” Emma recalled. “He did tell me about it, and I.. was the one to advise him not to tell you.”

Y/N gulped.

“Would you have run back to Tom?” Emma wondered, embarrassed. “Honestly I told him not to because—Well, I had asked Harry about it, you know? Harry had said you hated each other and that you had been avoiding Tom for a while now. That you were enemies.”

“We were.”

“And I mean—Back then, you really hated him.”

Y/n nodded. “Yeah, I did.��

“So I told Tim not to tell you about it, because I thought—I didn’t know the background but I thought Tom was going to—hurt you, you know? And I guess, we all did, and we all kept that mentality even when he wasn’t trying to.”

“Yeah.”

“Wow, I’ve never thought about that,” Emma nodded. “Even when I knew you were dating back in New York, we were just waiting for it, for Tom to—“

“Yeah, for Tom to pull a Tom,” y/n ended the sentence. “And I mean—He kind of did, but it was my fault.”

“Tom really sabotages himself, it seems.”

Y/N reached out to hug her frog, she was thankful James had brought it, “he does, but because he’s expected to, you know? Maybe that’s why— I haven’t brought it up because I’m not—I’m not expecting the heartbreak this time, and I know bringing up the whole Cherry thing is looking for it,” y/n explained. “I trust him this time, and he really wants to make it work out.”

“Would you have gone back to him? Had Tim told you he had showed up?” Emma questioned.

Y/N breathed in heavily. “Dunno,” she said. “I was so heartbroken back then, I thought— and I had promised myself back then I would never fall back for him, and… I mean, I had even thought I would never love again because that’s how dramatic it was, I really didn’t want to see him, that heartbreak is what led to all this mess, you know?” She explained. “Now Tom knows that, I think he really understands it, and he feels guilty and I mean, I was angry when Tom told me about it, because… Tim, well he didn’t know back then, he just was too sure that Tom loved me but—After learning all of this? Tim should’ve told me, because just now, learning it, I guess it changed a lot of things, not that it erased anything, but I lived all this time thinking he hadn’t… He really hadn’t cared, and it took him a lot of time, still, but he had tried to apologize again, and Tim keeping it to himself knowing that what broke me the most was that Tom had never shown up? Tim keeping it to himself is just—so selfish.”

Emma bit her lip. “He’s still in love with you.”

Y/N remained quiet.

“I mean, you can’t blame him,” Emma said. “You guys were… I mean before Tom, you really seemed to be hitting it off, I thought you’d end up dating again.”

“I did, too, at some point,” y/n admitted. “But-”

“But you love Tom, I know,” Emma shrugged. “No but… Y/N you also, have to acknowledge it, you can’t keep playing with Tim which-before you say anything, I mean it’s also on him, he knew it, but then again, I… I believed it at some point y/n, that you were going to get back together with him because… The way you looked at him just… and it was just—”

“I know, I know and I thought… I don’t know, okay?” y/n admitted as she sat up. “I… It’s cause I never… I had closure with Tim, alright? I gave him the ring back because I thought, I know it, I want Tom, okay? It’s Tom, yes, it’s Tom.”

“But?”

Y/n sighed, “Timmy—alright as I said before, I had said I would never love again after the whole Rome thing,” she cleared up. “And then Tim came along and just showed me this beautiful life and taught me how to love again, and I—He became a very special part of me.”

“Yeah, and? That doesn’t explain your flirting.”

“I didn’t—flirt.”

“Well you answered to his flirting,” Emma pointed out.

“We were—“

“You guys were flirting y/n!” Emma replied quickly, slightly stressed. “You guys don’t flirt like everyone else! Your flirting style with each other was by showing each other songs and him watering your plants, y/n! You were basically having sex with each other,” Emma rolled her eyes.

Y/N stayed quiet.

“But I know, Tom, Tom—“

Y/n gulped. “Yeah, Tom.”

Emma watched y/n, confused. “Why are you acting like it’s the last time?”

“What?”

“Like it’s your last chance with Tom.”

“I...don’t know, because what if it is, you know? It’s… stupid, we’ve had plenty of chances and… Last time, I just… Had I known it would lead to that. I know it’s my fault, and like we’ve both blown it up so it’s—“

“Neither one of you will fuck up.”

“I know—But Tom… We are trying and I’m happy but I feel-”

“Y/N you are pretending, I know, you won’t be happy until you talk about it with him.”

She sighed. “I know, and we’ve been talking and I…” She coughed. “I really want to try it out.”

“But…?”

“Am I allowed to forgive something like that? Am I even allowed to get angry about Cherry?”

Emma sat up as well. “Y/N, had he slept with anyone else I wouldn’t be so sure but that’s your cousin, that’s fucked up and-”

“What if he finds out about Tim?”

Y/N grabbed the pillow that had once been under her head and proceeded to get it in her face and scream into it.

“Wait, I’m… I’m gonna try that,” Emma laughed, doing the same.

Both of them were screaming into the pillows, pitying their sorrows and problems.

Timmy had walked in.

“What the hell?” He asked.

Emma was the only one to peak her head out of it. “It’s therapeutic.”

Timothee had only chuckled. “I bet.”

Y/N had stopped screaming but kept the pillow over her face. She didn’t know how she felt about Tim, there was no point in being angry at something from the past, but it did change a lot of the way she saw him, maybe he had forgotten. But Tim was never one to forget, he was observant and he was quiet, and he was all about the stories.

“Um, y/n?” Tim said.

Emma watched Tim, and the small object he had in his hand. She shot him a warning glare, scared of the inside.

“Yeah?” y/n answered from her pillow which now had a nice stain of makeup on it.

“Can I talk to you?” He asked.

Another person wanting to talk, what was it with everybody wanting to say words and listening and whatever? Y/N thought to herself.

Though Timmy hadn’t asked for it yet, she knew it, but he hadn’t really said it, not the whole y/n we should talk.

She wanted to say no, but she knew that she couldn’t keep doing that. Counting the days until it finally had to blow up, and then end up with bruises, no, she didn’t have to do that.

She finally let the pillow down, “Yeah, sure,” she said before walking out of her room.

“Sure, leave Emma behind,” Emma pointed out.

“I… well,” Y/N looked at Tim.

“It’ll be quick, darling, Emma dear,” Tim assured her.

Emma rolled her eyes. “It never is with you both.”

Tim rolled his eyes before leading the way outside of the apartment, y/n frowned, asking him to wait up so she could put on her sneakers, still wearing her pj’s.

“So your birthday is tomorrow,” Tim had said as they had walked out, he had sat on the stairs.

She chuckled as she sat beside him. “Yeah.”

“You look really pretty,” Tim had said.

“These pj’s really accentuate my features huh,” y/n joked.

“Your makeup looks pretty and hair, idiot,” Tim chuckled.

She only gave him a sad smile.

“So, what are your plans?” He asked.

“For… tonight? I’ve got a date,” she explained.

“No, tomorrow.”

She shrugged. “Tom’s got some plans, apparently, he hasn’t told me anything about it, honestly I don’t… I don’t want to…”

“What?”

“Do anything you know? I will be too tired after filming, and I… I just feel like… Dunno, James and Clark will be there and I don’t want to talk to James still, and apparently Cherry invited herself, too so… And you’ll be there, and Harry and Emma… and Josh, and I just... ” She chuckled. “I’ve got a bad feeling.”

“Why?”

“Dunno, seems like a perfect combination for disaster.”

“I met Cherry today,” he admitted. “Well, we’d met before but-Yeah, I thought you’d be at the flower shop. “And she was there, instead.”

Y/N scrunched her nose. “Yeah I know she’s there, that’s why I haven’t gone there,” she explained chuckling shyly.

“Why?”

“Because then I’ll start feeling insignificant, because let’s face it and don’t you dare say no, but she’s really… Pretty, like she’s everything a girl would want to be and I’m jealous of her,” she admitted, truthfully. “I’ve never been the jealous kind but with her, I feel like—Of course anyone would choose her over me, and don’t—Say anything okay? I just feel that way. And if I see her I’ll be reminded of the elephant in the room waiting to be addressed, and I… If the conversation about you went wrong I don’t want to know how that-”

“About me?”

“Yeah,” she looked down. “Dunno.”

Tim bit his lip.

“How did he-?”

“I don’t want to talk about that, Tim,” she quickly answered. “I can’t blame him for feeling the way he feels and that’s on me, too, I mean… I… really.”

“What?”

She looked down. “I— well, I don’t…know alright? If I feel anxious about Cherry I can only imagine how he feels about you, no, I can’t even imagine it, and look Tim, I—you know you’re very important to me but I’m… I’m dating… Or whatever is going on now, but It’s Tom right now, alright? And I know it’ll be for a long time.”

“I know.”

She looked at him, confused by his statement because it really didn’t feel like he knew it.. “And I don’t… want you to think there is an open door or-”

“Y/N, I know,” he said. “Yeah, I know it’s Tom, now.”

“But it’s not just—“

“I know,” Tim looked away. “I know.”

She looked down. “I’m sorry.”

“Just….” He took a deep breath. “I know it’s him, but that doesn’t… I mean, we’ve been friends, and I—I just ask you not to push me away, alright? I don’t know how I’d live without y/n in my world, and if having you around means having you with him, then I just have to deal with it, move on you know? And I know we are friends, so this is… This comes from your friend, Timmy.”

She smiled, just slightly, very timidly. It hurt, hurting him but of course, keeping him around meant jeopardizing her relationship with Tom, and she really didn’t want to give it more excuses.

“Timmy,” she sighed.

He smiled. “I’m serious, it’s alright, no… no resentment, alright? We both know we… I don’t…you know it, I’ll always love you, but we—I mean you—you love someone else and it’s be stupid of me not letting you love him, that is just pathetically selfish. And don’t get me wrong, it hurts like a bitch…. Yeah, I know it, but… I don’t want to lose you, I am not stupid… but I also… I know that if I give this to you tomorrow, Tom will lose it and I… don’t want that, so I’m giving you this, today.”

He pulled out a film canister. And it felt like one of those times when life likes to punch you with reality. She felt a fear deep inside her stomach. Last time he’d given her one of those an engagement ring was hidden in it.

“It’s… It’s not what you think,” Tim rolled his eyes. “Oh, you really thought I’d propose again?”

She let out a soft chuckle. “No--I… I mean,” I’m-I didn’t think you would-”

“Your face,” He chuckled softly. “Yeah, no, I… I’m…”

“Yeah, just last time you gave me one of those-”

“Yeah, and look where it led us, I’m not… I wouldn’t… No,” Timmy laughed. “No, it’s not… and—do you really think I’m the type of guy to propose on a bad time—-Actually don’t answer that,” he chuckled. “Okay, open it.”

She grinned, and took the film canister from him. “Man I hope it’s an iPad,” she joked, warning a laugh from Tim. “No, you—you shouldn’t have.”

She shook it just slightly, listening to no sound coming out from it, before finally opening, carefully. “A…there’s nothing?” She asked.

“Yeah,” Tim laughed. “I know.”

She frowned, confused but then chuckled. “I love it… I hope I… can get to wear it soon,” she joked.

“It couldn’t fit there, but I—Well, you know, we had that tradition, ,” he said before finally giving her the box that sat beside him.

She took the box and smiled, opening it, an old vintage Polaroid camera stood there.

“I know you’ve—I think it works, it’s—It’s an original, I've noticed you haven't really taken any Polaroids, and I know you love them,” he coughed. “So, yeah, happy birthday.”

Y/N had only looked up, giving him a true smile.

“Thank you, I love it!”

But of course, the timing could not have gone any worse. Tom had arrived. Y/N had momentarily forgotten she had agreed to spend the night with him, nothing too serious but Tom had insisted because he had a surprise for early in the morning and he’d come pick her up for dinner and then she’d stay with him.

Maybe she should’ve seen the trouble coming.

Tom cleared his throat loudly, “hello,” he said, standing with sunflowers. Yellow flowers with pretty meaning, y/n thought.

Y/n looked up, calmly, knowing that if he saw any hint of her freaking out it would blow it up because his mind would go places.

“Oh hi!” She grinned. “sorry—I’m not—“

Tom clenched his jaw at Tim, but then turned to y/n and chuckled, “Darling, when I said casual—I didn’t—“

She chuckled nervously standing up. “Sorry, I—“she squeezed her eyes shut. “I was discussing with Tim something about some pictures he’s planning on—yeah,” she lied, as she hid the film canister and box behind her back.

“Yeah,” Tim said, clearing his throat, standing up as well. “Hello, Thomas.”

“Tim.” Tom was nervous already, y/n could tell.

“Are those for me?” Y/n questioned staring at the flowers before they could say another word to each other.

Tom chuckled between his teeth, “yeah, they’re most certainly not for Tim.”

“Oh,” Tim said, “and here I was getting excited about them.”

Tom faked a very quiet laugh and then turned to y/n. “So? Don’t get me wrong, you literally look so beautiful—but—“ He smiled looking down at her clothing.

“Yeah—right!” She excused herself, not forgetting to kiss his cheek, before running back to her room, where Emma was waiting with the red dress and had pulled out some heels for her.

Emma walked out of the room, “hello, Tom, long time no see,” she said with sarcasm.

“I know, these couple hours have been long,” Tom joked back, as he had walked in.

Tim had followed after. It felt so tense, Emma could swear she could cut the tension with a knife.

Emma hummed a fake laugh. “There are flower vases over there, you can guess which ones are y/n’s now if you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna steal Tim from you just a bit, I hope you don’t miss him as much.”

Emma had dragged Tim to her own room.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Emma snapped.

“A lot of things,” Tim answered. “But let’s not go there, please.”

“Oh don’t play that with me, I know exactly what you’re doing, and Tim—“

“I’m not—“

“Don’t fucking pull the whole I’m not doing anything bullshit with me,” she rolled her eyes. “I know exactly what you’re doing, and I’m sure you gave her the Polaroid today, really? Exactly when you know she’ll go on a date with Tom? And you take her to the stairs? So he can see it right?

Tim clenched his jaw. “I—Well.”

“Sabotaging her relationship is not the way to go, Tim,” Emma warned him. “And I—I just told you—Best thing you could try is...move on, alright? I know you love her and that she was—She seemed perfect for you, and I still think you guys worked so well together but… She is so in love with him, and by doing this you’re only hurting her more—Besides, really Tim, you know her better than this,” she pushed. “I—“ Emma sighed. “I'm telling you this because I love you, I don’t want to sound harsh but—“She closed her eyes. “I know she is confused, and making her even more confused won’t help you, let her settle it, let her have it right now.”

Tim didn’t say anything and just walked out of the room. He had gone to his room and unfortunately had left his door open to see y/n walking out on a red dress to run over excitedly to Tom, who had pulled her close to him to kiss her cheek and smell her perfume.

Timmy knew Emma was right, y/n was in love with him. So, very deeply in love. And it hurt, seeing her. And Timmy asked for more patience, or for more time, or strength to move on.

It felt weird, Tim felt lonely and broken hearted, and he just missed her, and it was stupidly incredible that she lived right there in the same apartment. He knew she loved Tom, that was it but it…. It still didn’t make any sense. Honestly, it felt like they were completely strangers.

Especially y/n, she really felt like a stranger, even to Tom it seemed. She seemed too… distant to everyone.

Tom felt it, too. He felt that y/n was just off, even if she was happy or tried to be and even if she was kissing his cheek, she was being… different. And Tom only wanted to get over with it, the awkwardness.

And he wondered if she wanted to get over with it, too.

They went out for dinner, not in the place where she’d imagine Tom would take her, it was a nice dinner place with lightbulbs hanging around, a flower in a glass bottle, candles around, very… cozy, and romantic, and they were talking about barely anything, and maybe for a bit it felt like they were each other again.

Y/N knew this, she felt weird with herself, as if even when she seemed to be saying what she wanted to say, she really wasn’t saying what her heart wanted, but as if her own heart was keeping secrets. It felt like Tom didn’t know her, though. And it had never felt that way before, but it felt like they were both trying to get to know each other again. Because neither of them were being themselves, not entirely.

“So, you were clearly not talking about pictures with Tim,” Tom had mentioned.

y/n looked at him and nodded. “Yeah, I wasn’t….”

“So?” Tom seemed anxious about it.

“He gave me a birthday present, a…he gave me a polaroid,” she cleared up. “A vintage, original one.”

“Oh, that’s cool,” Tom nodded, and gulped. “As long as he doesn’t give you a ring.”

She rolled her eyes. “Tom.”

Tom shrugged.

“I… told him,” she cleared her throat. “That well… it’s you.”

“It’s me?” Tom wondered, and a smile came to his face. “What am I?”

She rolled her eyes, chuckling softly. “An idiot, that’s what you are.”

Tom chuckled. “Uh-huh, I am, and what else?”

She blushed. “Nothing.”

Tom hadn’t pushed it any further. Their conversation kept flowing. Talking about them. What made them so… them.

“I remember that everyone was in love with this one guy, ugh, what’s his name? The one that bullied you,” Y/N tried to recall.

“Edward,” Tom remembered. “He was so big.”

“Well, everyone had a crush except me, because well, I was the idiot, you know?”

“You loved that scrawny guy who-”

“Adorable guy,” she added.

“Scrawny guy,” he continued. “Who did ballet and everyone crushed on Edward, who-”

“I actually was… dating Louis back then,” she recalled. “But…” She chuckled. “But my point is… I was the one who… hid a rat in his car.”

“No way!” Tom’s eyes popped as he leaned over. “You’re kidding.”

“I… Look, nobody could be an asshole to you unless it was me, that was-” She was nervous. “I was so angry at everything he said at you, I…” She rolled her eyes. “And I… genuinely don’t know.”

“Where in this bloody world did you get a rat from?” He wondered. “I mean thank you but I didn’t think you’d-”

“Please I had experience from pranks for you so of course…” She gulped, hiding a laugh. “I...Well, there was a rat in Louis' house, and well they trapped it and instead of… you know killing it I… well told Louis to break into Ed’s car and I hid the rat there.”

Tom was shocked. “And that was because of me?”

“No, I hated Ed,” she looked away. “He was the biggest asshole.”

Tom grinned. “Are you sure? Because I remember that rat incident being right after he had hit me in the hall.”

“Really?” y/n coughed. “I wouldn’t remember,” she blushed looking away.

“Which actually brought attention to me, they said it had been me!” He recalled. “I got into detention.”

Y/N grinned. “Yeah, killed two birds in one shot,” she smirked.

“I’m serious did you-?”

“Yeah, maybe I did it for you, okay? Whatever, yes, I had feelings for you and I was angry someone else was taking away my job, let’s remember we were enemies back then, alright?” She was nervous.

Tom smirked. “You had a crush on me.”

“Shut up,” she chuckled. “You had a crush on me, too.”

Tom shrugged, smiling. “Yeah, I did. I’m not trying to hide it.

Y/N avoided his gaze, not believing he was actually making her feel butterflies, even after all this time, she was still nervous. In a good way. She wasn’t always nervous, most of the time, she didn’t, she felt so calm around him, but on the edge, as if she didn’t need to worry about being herself but expectant of each other’s attitude.

Tom watched her, “Why do I always feel like there’s always something on your mind?”

“Because there is,” she laughed. “Don’t you?”

“No, I’m dumb, remember? I can actually blank up my mind,” he smirked. “Or well, not at all. There is a constant on my mind,” he had reached for her hand.

“Oh?” her eyes had brightened up, a timid smile on her face.

“Yeah, Spiderman,” he joked, earning a glare from y/n.

It was so stupid. But they were… back being them. Probably because they were alone. As if someone was brushing y/n’s dream, and she couldn’t get enough of him, his laugh was her everything. She couldn’t help but sigh and run out of breath, and never stop blushing, there was no doubt about it. And she had once thought about it, ‘the day that Tom loves me, the world will party’. She had been wrong, the world wasn’t partying, and there were no flowers blooming and no fireworks. The world instead, stopped, as if it was them and only them. The stars were probably jealous of them seeing them shining even more brightly than them.

“You know, from the moment we met,” he had said.

“When we were kids, you mean?” She chuckled .

“Truly met,” Tom gulped. “Rome, I mean.”

She blinked. “Yeah.”

“I… Why didn’t you kiss me?” He asked.

“Hm? When?”

“That one night, you know the one, lovely evening, I remember I asked for a kiss,” he recalled. “And… you said and I quote: ‘No, Thomas, don’t ask for a kiss’.”

She looked away, remembering. “Because I didn’t want you to ask for it.”

He frowned.

“It’s silly but that’s the way I am, I didn’t want you to ask for it, I was clearly begging for one,” she explained. “I wanted you to… do it. One should never ask for a kiss, or not… verbally.”

“How so?”

“I mean certain contexts,” y/n said. “But that night? I thought I had hinted it enough

“So you did want me to kiss you,” He grinned.

“Of course!” She beamed. “I—it’s not secret by now that I—“she cleared her throat. “Well, enjoy when our lips come together.”

“Oh, so you enjoy that?” He mocked.

“Very much so,” she answered shyly. “And—it had been the perfect evening! It would’ve cost you nothing,” she smiled.

“Cost me nothing,” he laughed.

“I think you’ll find that kissing me is quite cheap,” she pointed out.

He scrunched his nose. “That’s a lie.”

“No, no, I was the one who could lose there,” she sighed.

“No, y/n. Because kissing you costs a lifetime.”

She scoffed. “How so?”

“I kissed you once when I was 13 and never stopped thinking about it,” he said. “And after that evening.”

“Would I have been so bad?” She questioned, “if we had realized it back then.”

“Think we did,” he said, “but you didn’t kiss me either.”

“No, but—because you had asked for it.”

“You’re right… I should’ve, but there’s a lot of things I should’ve done...still can’t believe it, how stupid I was,” he said.

“It didn’t click you know,” she nodded. “When you broke my heart,” she continued. “I mean, the excuses you gave me… They didn’t make any sense.”

Tom looked down.

“And…” She sighed.

“Would you’ve forgiven me? If I had come earlier?” He asked.

She stared at him. “Maybe,” she admitted. “Probably, if I’m honest… I did wait for you to come again with yellow flowers, and I’d have my hand right in my heart, and I would wait for you to come and apologize and I would see it, you know, wait for you to stand up in the rain and said you didn’t mean it, and I… I was angry, alright? It was stupid letting my life pass by waiting for it besides the whole scenario...but then again, it wa shot and it’s still you and I’m—it’s silly.”

“It’s not silly,” Tom said. “It’s you,” he took a deep breath, “and I knew you’d like that… kind of stuff, but when I finally realized it, it was too late.”

“But it’s not late now,” she admitted. “We’re finally on time. And I’m glad I’ve always been so stubborn when it comes to you because otherwise we wouldn’t be here.”

The evening had continued to flow, as both of them had become quieter, in a way that they didn’t need to talk to communicate, between whispers and giggles and hand brushing, it was all they needed.

The ticking had stopped, y/n had noticed. It’d come, she knew but… God, when she was with him, she didn’t have to worry about anything. Because it seemed that it was made for them, all her doubts disappeared because he was the answer she needed. It was them against the world.

They hadn’t talked about Valerie and William, not that night. It was Tom and y/n,.

They hadn’t kissed. Tom had ceased the kissing when James had arrived, which y/n hated, she missed his lips so much her own were begging for them. She wouldn’t ask for it. Never ask for a kiss, not out loud.

She was wearing his jacket back on their way, he had said: ‘I wasn’t cold but I knew you’d be so that’s why I brought it’. Her hand was on his hair as he drove, listening to music, windows down as they hummed the lyrics, and as y/n stared down at the lights the city was giving her, her hair flying.

She was sad, though, Tom hadn’t even tried to lean over and kiss her, not even seeing a hint of him trying to do so.

They had walked in, the guys seemed to be all too invested in a video game, all except for Clark who was rather interested in playing with James’ hair as y/n’s brother yelled at the screen. He looked up when seeing them walk in, he smiled at the sight of y/n’s shoulders being covered by Tom’s jacket.

“Hello, you two,” Clark had greeted them.

Tom peeked to see the screen, not letting go of y/n’s hand.

“Hi,” y/n said, knowing she’d most likely lose Tom’s attention to the screen.

“How did it go?” Clark asked.

“Bloody hell, Samuel!” James yelled.

“Piss off,” Harry yelled, too.

y/n chuckled. “It went well,” she said.

“Well?” Tom lost focus of the screen, as he turned to her. “Well?”

She ignored him and kept staring at Clark. “Can you believe the evening has gone by so splendidly but he still hasn’t kissed me?”

Tom immediately blushed.

“Good,” said James. “Kissing is gross.”

“Is it?” Clark asked before kissing his cheek.

James coughed. “Straight kissing is gross,” he corrected himself.

Harry laughed.

Sam scrunched his nose. “Why haven’t you kissed her? you usually bloody eat each other’s faces.”

Harry scoffed.

“Don’t you dare eat my sister’s face,” James warned. “Or anything for that matter.”

“James,” y/n closed her eyes.

Tom laughed. “We’re gonna…”

“No, why don’t you guys stay? We were about to play Mario Kart” Offered James. “So why don’t you both play with all of us, you know you can sit over there with your brother and y/n can sit over here, everyone’s happy.”

“Jamey, love, don’t be a dick,” warned Clark.

Y/N chuckled. “Fine, I want to play,” she admitted.

“Great, mario kart is the real deal breaker between couples.”

Of course, they hadn’t followed James’ instruction for their sitting arrangement, y/n had sat on the couch, and Tom had sat on the floor, resting his back against her. Y/N was still bothered by the fact she hadn’t yet been kissed that night, but she soon forgot it as it felt like one of those nights when they were younger, all of them playing and yelling at each other.

Tom had left the room without any explanation at some point, but she was too busy trying to beat her brother at rainbow road to even notice.

Time went by, and before she knew it, the lights had gone off, and they all had turned with a smirk as Tom had walked in with a cake with candles.

‘Happy Birthday’ they all sang as she stared at the cake, pretty cake, sunflowers again. Tom kissing her cheek.

It felt… like years ago, the Holland’s, James, and now Clark, too, of course it was Tom holding the cake now, not Harry, and now she didn’t have a wish, usually she’d plan ahead her birthday wishes, because that’s something James had taught her to. Instead, she wished for everything to keep flowing as easy as it could with Tom. Funny, how many birthday wishes had not involved him already.

They had sat and ate cake like old times, y/n smearing some frosting to Tom’s cheek and then kissing it off, making the boy blush and getting James to glare at her. Laughing at each other, telling old jokes as y/n was laying against Tom, his arms around her and his lips brushing against her head.

How many years had they not wasted by being enemies.

Eventually, they had all gone to bed knowing the next day would expect them, except for Clark and James who had stayed in the kitchen.

Tom and y/n had stayed on the couch.

“So, I’m gonna be honest,” Tom had said as he had sat with her, he had left yet again to get something

She only stared into his eyes, begging her with her sight to kiss her already. She should’ve probably wished for that, instead.

“I—this wasn’t going to be your birthday present.”

“You didn’t need to get me anything,” she said.

He had sat up and pulled out a small box, he seemed nervous, but excited. The box… gave her shivers. But it couldn’t be.

Y/n only smiled watching him, resenting her head against her palm.

“I—back when,” he gulped, “back when I was still in London debating whether or not to direct dos-a-dos,” he continued. “I—well.”

“Yeah?”

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you because—Well,” he grinned. “I am so stupidly in love with you.”

She only blushed.

“So—one day,” he gulped. “I went—Well, you know, to the mall and whatsoever, and—I saw this shop.”

“Right.”

“And so I bought a pair of boots for me,” he said, leaning against the couch, trying to recall. “They were very—nice, you know?”

“Uh—huh,” she rolled her eyes. “And did you bring those boots to LA?”

“No, I didn’t,” he side eyed her, “should’ve, you would have loved them.”

Y/n rolled her eyes giggling. “I bet.”

“But anyway, after I bought the boots—I passed by that shop you like.”

Y/n blinked. “Care to be more specific?”

“The one with the vinyls, and vintage stuff,” he reminded her, but she looked down at the tiny box he was holding, it definitely wasn’t anything from that shop.

“Oh, yeah, love that place,” she smiled.

“Yeah, and I—went in,” he admitted. “And I couldn’t stop thinking about you, everything they had… so I—“

She just waited for him to continue.

“I bought a fee vinyls for me, too,” he nodded seriously.

Y/n bit her lip, holding back a laugh, “amazing, which ones did you buy?”

“I bought a Beatles one… uh, Queen.”

“Great choices,” she grinned. “I’m proud.”

“And of course Rolling Stones, because I thought of you,” he said.

Y/n scooted closer to him to gently run her hands through his hair, he couldn’t hide his smile.

“And then—One day, I went out again,” he grinned.

“Hm-hm?”

He coughed, “yeah, and I walked again to that one other shop you like, the one with the clothes.”

“With the clothes,” she laughed.

“Yeah, you know the one,” he chuckled, avoiding her gaze.

“And did you get in?” She asked.

“No,” he grinned. “I went for an ice cream, you know, I was really craving one.”

She stared at him, so mesmerized by him, even when he was being the silliest. “God, I love you,” she blurted out, without really thinking of it. That’s how it should be, realy. Nothing wrong with that.

He finally locked his eyes with her and smiled, he took her hand in his and kissed it. “Yeah, so—“he grinned, “none of that has to do with your birthday present.”

Y/n chuckled. “Really? I thought the birthday present would be seeing you with those boots and dancing with you to the music on those vinyls and eating ice cream.”

“Ah, that would’ve been great huh,” he grinned staring into her eyes.

“Would’ve loved that.”

“I actually did bring the vinyls,” he admitted.

She kissed his temple. “Great, let’s play them—“

“Yeah, but—I haven’t finished,” he admitted. “I… Well, I've had a lot of time, you know? To reflect on—on the script, on us. But especially the script.”

Y/n stared at the features on his face, fixating on the freckles on his nose as he kept talking.

“So, I kept avoiding the script, even if I wanted to direct it because—Well, it was your dream, I remember and I think I’ll never forget how in Rome you told me your biggest dream was making a film of a ballerina,” he said. “I—well, and I wanted to read it, but I couldn’t because I thought—well, dunno, having something yet to read was something I still had to look forward to, you know? And so I kept listening to the vinyls because they reminded me of you, and I kept—trying to find you everywhere, alright?” He confessed. “On every single face and—The days just went by and I—eventually read it.”

Y/n silently watched him.

“And I fell in love with it, because—it’s you. The script is so—you, it was like reading an open book about you, and I don’t mean it in the way that it’s our story, like I genuinely—you really poured heart and soul in it, the songs you put in, the setting—and, well, it was really you, you know? I know you’ve always loved 80’s movies because they seem so ridiculous but so magical.“

Y/n chuckled nervously. “Where are you going with this?”

“I know it’s your biggest dream,” he sentenced. “And well—I’m sorry I didn’t get you a pair of boots like mine.”

She laughed rolling her eyes.

“And I didn’t get a vinyl.”

“Tommy,” she nudged him.

He only handed it to her, the small box. A very stupid and scary suspicion in her head had completely been erased as she picked the small box.

As she opened it, it revealed a necklace with a small pendant of a ballerina hanging from it. The brightest beam had appeared on y/n’s face.

“I know you’ve—never liked the idea of someone giving you jewelry, especially bracelets or necklace because they don’t hold any meaning, but—I think—I know you’re not a dancer but, I think Valerie is your own special project, and—“Tom grinned. “I was saving it to give it to you on the premier but—“

“I love it, I...No, really this… This is perfect,” she whispered looking at it. Tom had once taught her that roses weren’t always basic. And Tom had now proven to her that this didn’t have to be either, because it was them, and it held such a special meaning to her.

She leaned over to kiss his cheek, and he only smiled.

“I was gonna give you a T—“

“As in Troy?” She mocked.

“That’s exactly why I didn’t.”

She laughed. “I love it.”

He looked deep into her eyes and she just waited for it… But he didn’t kiss her.

“Yeah, so, let’s go to sleep,” he quickly stood up, letting her fall flat on the couch.

“Thomas,” she hissed playfully. He had already left, and she could feel his smirk from afar, so she followed after him.

“So, you can have my bed, I’m gonna leave to sleep on the couch because that was my agreement with James,” he explained, picking up his stuff as soon as she got to the room.

She frowned. “No?”

“Yes,” he replied cockily.

“I’m not letting you leave until you bloody kiss me,” she replied.

He paused and then turned with a proud smug smirk, “Then that gives me even more reasons not to kiss you.”

She opened her mouth to complain, but really she was in such a state of shock that not a single word came out.

“Goodnight love,” he grinned as he headed to the door.

“Why are you like this?” She rolled her eyes, giggling.

Tom took a deep breath before staring her down.

“For the love of god, kiss me.”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“One shall never ask for a kiss,” he replied smugly.

“Are you kidding me?” She closed her eyes, not believing it.

“No, you said it yourself,” he grinned. “Not verbally.”

“Just shut up and come here, idiot,” she laughed before pulling him close to her, finally placing her lips on him. It felt like just the very first time, Tom and her had that magic, of making each and every kiss feel like they’ve never kissed before, so unique and so perfectly synchronized with each other.

“Don’t you guys fucking dare to do anything,” James was just walking by with a glass of water. “People need to sleep.”

Clark had mouthed an apology before following after.

Y/n had pulled away and then smirked. “Want to prank him?”

Tom had only given her a weird face.

Y/N knew James was staying right on the next room, and that she definitely was not going to be able to do anything without him hearing, that of course, meant she could piss him off, to get back at him for being a dick.

Y/N explained her idea to Tom, and he immediately accepted, with the sole condition to leave the door open so his life could actually be spared.

Both Tom and y/n had settled in their places, sitting right on top of the bed, right against the headboard which was conveniently against James’ wall.

And so they started.

Both of them repeatedly, and in perfect sync started, Tom hitting his elbows against the headboard, making sure the noise it made was perfectly identifiable as something else as y/n was jumping on the bed.

A faint “no, no, no, no, fucking hell, no,” had been yelled from the other room.

Tom and y/n tried to hide in their laughter, but proceeded to make it even worse, adding dramatic moans and “oh yes!” “Y/n!” “Right there!” “Tommy!” In between.

“NO FUCKING WAY!” Now it had been louder.

“Jamey, love—“

Tom and y/n smirked and went in even louder, “yes!” “So tight!” “Harder!” “Yes, yes, yes, yes!”

“No! No! No! No! Bloody hell y/n I’m in the bloody next room!” James yelled. “I’m gonna kill you, Thomas!”

And then they heard the loud and quick stumping as James’ door was open as he ran to knock on y/n’s and Tom’s door, but instead, the door was wide open and he could see what actually was happening, Tom and y/n, fully clothed and not even an inch close.

That’s when both y/n and Tom lost it, bursting into laughter.

“YOU GUYS FUCKING SUCK!” James yelled at them before joining in their laughter, red from embarrassment.

Clark had followed right after, laughing with them. “So that—“

Y/n couldn’t stop her laughter, even tears had come down her cheek as she stared at her brother so embarrassed, watching them.

“I can’t believe you fell for that!” Y/N had laughed.

Clark couldn’t stop giggling either.

“And by the way, thanks Clark,” Tom laughed, “you’re a real one.”

“I fucking hate you all,” James rolled his eyes.

“Now let’s go for the real one,” Tom had joked, probably with a death wish, but he quickly regretted it, “no, no, no, I’m joking! I’m joking!”

“You bet your ass you’re joking,” James warned before laughing again, defeated, “I hate you both.”

He had left with Clark laughing behind him, leaving y/n and Tom still laughing at their prank.

Laughing and laughing until they ran out of breath and laughed again.

“Shit, I love you so much,” Tom had said with one last breath after laughing.

“I love you, too,” she had said, “that was the best fake sex I’ve had in my life.”

“Hm, I’m pretty sure I’ve given you the best non fake one, too,” he had said cockily.

“Non fake,” she scoffed.

But then they’ve gone back to laughing, eventually somehow it transformed into kissing, and they had spent the night kissing, and giggling and nothing more, probably because they were aware that it was a very risky situation having James right beside and honestly, they were decent but mostly because they didn’t need more. Just the two of them laying down, and merging their lips together, becoming one with the other, was all they needed.

The next day was rather perfect, filming had gone as smoothly as it could go, and though they kept their distance because they were professionals, y/n could tell there was something different about her and Tom. Not sure what but it felt like things could work out. A ray of hope, if one must say.

There had been more cake, more people congratulating her for her birthday and just—Flowers. Sunflowers here and there, Along with blue hydrangeas. Pretty combination. Tom had made sure to fill up the place. She did love the sunflowers. Her mother calling her, auntie Eliza sending her pink carnations, it was—good. Especially after they told everyone about their prank, that made it even better.

“You do have that fake sex aftermath glow,” Emma had joked.

Perfect day, a perfect day until the sun was yawning down, she had put on her best clothes, and she was nervous. Not sure why though.

Tom had invited the cast as well. Nothing could go wrong, and it definitely wasn’t going to, right? Y/N had thought maybe it was a good day after all.

The place had been packed and the first song playing had been Ironic by Alanis Morissette, James had been the first one to point it out, he really liked that song. And though the combination of friends seemed like the perfect recipe for disaster, y/n thought it had gone calmly. At least at the beginning.

The club seemed to be picked out of y/n’s dreams, an 80’s and 70’s paradise playing the songs she loved to sing along to. There was a karaoke, too, in the background, separate from the dance floor. Honestly, the place was perfect. Fun.

And y/n had ignored Cherry’s presence as long as she could, she hadn’t been rude, but of course she’d been avoiding her, because the moment she saw her, y/n did feel insecure. She had shown up with a tight dress that gave nothing to the imagination, and her hair perfectly falling down her shoulders, her whole body shimmered. She was beautiful, beyond compare, perfect.

“Y/N!” She had greeted her. “I’m so glad I see you, I love your dress, hun, happy birthday!”

Her high pitched tone had only made y/n even more insecure. And y/n had seen her dancing, she’d caught Josh’s attention, it had seemed. Even Asa’s and Gregg’s attention. Because of course she would, the girl was perfect.

“Is Tim your boyfriend?” Cherry had asked y/n.

“What?” Y/N didn’t know if she’d heard right. “No… No, he’s not.”

“Oh, I thought he was!”

“Happy birthday!” Someone had yelled as they popped off a bottle.

Y/N could take care of Cherry later, who was actually picking out mostly everyone’s attention.

“Who is she?” Josh had asked her. “If it weren’t for Emma, I’d say she’s the prettiest girl in the world.”

There was a lot to unpack from Josh’ statement.

“That’s my cousin,” she explained. “She’s single, so why don’t you give it a go?” Y/N had suggested, knowing perfectly that if he did, she’d take away another problem. Because she’d seen Harry anxious the moment Josh had showed up.

Y/N didn’t know why she felt like Harry did know about Josh, she wasn’t sure but the same face Harry was giving Josh was the face Y/N gave to Cherry.

Initially, she had seen Cherry approach Tom, she had whispered something in his ear, and he had only gulped before walking off to one of his brothers. It made y/n anxious.

“You know what? You should go and sing Jolene,” Emma suggested, y/n could tell that Emma probably was slightly dizzy, as she had dragged her, Clark and Auli’i to the dance floor, a...very strange combination. Y/N was just a bit bothered by this, since she wanted to be with Tom, or rather, she wanted to pull him away from where Cherry was.

“Jolene?” Auli’i laughed. Felt rather weird for y/n hanging out with celebrities. Tom didn’t count… Not in that way, at least.

“Yes, Jolene,” Emma said. “I’m begging you please don’t take my man!”

“Your man?” Auli’i had asked. “As in Tom?”

Y/N chuckled. “Uh...Well….er.”

“Please, you’re dating, right?” She laughed.

Y/N didn’t answer.

“Please, it’s kind of obvious,” Auli’i explained. “You guys have tried to be subtle but we all know it.”

Well, there goes their attempt at trying to be professional. It didn’t matter, honestly. But it did bother her knowing that Cherry was the only girl in there, but thankfully, her own brother had kept Cherry occupied, thank god.

Y/N was also bothered by the fact Tom wasn’t by her side, just slightly bothered. She guessed, however, that he was having fun with his brothers. She wondered where Timmy was, because all she could see was the guys, and Cherry, at the table getting their asses drunk.

Especially Timmy.

Emma had dragged them back to the place, y/n had tried to get close to Tom, who had also tried to pull her close to him, but somehow she had been dragged away again. It was annoying, and the night kept going like that. She hadn’t had one single minute with Tom, and it was bothering her. Tom, too, it seemed.

Tom was very bothered by the fact that y/n kept being pulled by her friends, not that they were doing it to specifically bother him, but it was… annoying. Also, having Cherry around, was not a perfect situation, especially because she was insisting on talking to him. What in this world was she trying to do?

He didn’t want to deal with that, he only wanted to have fun. Besides, a club with loud music was definitely not the place to talk. Not on his… girlfriend’s? Birthday celebration.

The night was getting blurry, to him, to everyone. Half past twelve, it was getting darker, and the drinks had come and gone, drink after drink. Everyone seemed to be having a very good time, and he wasn’t sure but the lights on the club had probably lowered, flashes green and yellow were blinding him. The group was constantly divided, and he had had only a small chance to dance with y/n. The music was buzzing too loud, as he escaped through the crowds, trying to find y/n, and he saw her, dancing with everyone and then, Timmy had dragged her close to him, she didn’t even notice as she danced and sang along to the… 70’s, yeah 70’s song playing. Tom feared it, because it’s not difficult to know when someone wants to kiss the person you’re in love with. Tim was drunk, Tom knew this, and the look in his eyes was saying everything. And though he didn’t see that look on y/n, he feared it.

Tom quickly had pulled her by the hand and finally wrapped his arms around her so they could dance.

Tim had only rolled his eyes but kept dancing with Emma.

“Hi!” y/n had cheered as soon as she saw Tom.

“Hey!”

“Where have you been?” She asked, leaning to his ear.

“Here and there,” he admitted, she only giggled to lean over to kiss him.

Everything was going too quickly, the lights and music were not helping. They had barely danced before Emma had dragged y/n.

“I’m sorry, Tom, but it’s y/n’s and I turn to go to the karaoke!” Emma had said before getting her away.

“You were getting too comfortable,” Tom had barked at Tim.

“Pff,” Tim had scoffed. “You’re scared it’ll happen again?”

“What?” Tom frowned. “I’m-- she’s with me.”

“Yet she slept with me just before you arrived,” Tim had blurted.

Tom had felt the music getting louder, and louder, just as Tim had left and Tom was sunk into the dancing crowd.

He didn’t have to believe him… right?

In the state of shock, he only tried to follow after where Emma and y/n were heading.The karaoke music was playing, Emma had chosen ‘Gimme, Gimme, Gimme (A Man after midnight!)’ for her and y/n to sing, and they had started, happily singing as she was so unaware of what Tom was feeling right now. Not sure if it was anger, disappointment, jealousy, or all at once.

The group had followed after them, too, as they were expectant to see the birthday girl, first receiving a very flattering shot of… Tom thought it was probably vodka as soon as she got to the stage. Emma and her sang and yelled, and the group danced and danced. Emma being such a crowd pleaser, yelling and making them cheer.

Tom couldn't.

Is there a man out there? Someone to hear my prayers…

There was no sight of Tim, that was alright, he guessed. But then it… Tom’s mind went to every single time he’d seen her around Tim. It was so fucking obvious, of course they had slept together, and y/n probably still had feelings for him.

Tom was the only one who wasn’t dancing.

Emma had jumped off the stage to land on Josh, and then without even thinking about it, she had kissed him, right in front of Harry.

Sam and Clark had joined y/n on the stage, everyone was just too bloody drunk, and the song seemed to be never ending. Or maybe Tom hadn’t noticed when it had changed, it sounded like another ABBA song. And it was… ‘Voulez-Vous’. Now it was Y/N, Sam and Clark.

Tom didn’t even realize when Cherry was around him, and it probably was the alcohol working out but he danced with her. Not sure why.

Y/N saw it, right from the stage, but luckily Clark had been kind enough to dance with her as someone else had hopped to the stage to sing with them, now that y/n was definitely not able to sing.

And just as the song was ending, and as the next group of girls had popped on the stage, she saw it, perfectly happening, Cherry’s lips were on Tom’s.

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autumn-elwood · 4 years ago

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I love Tim is Bruce’s biological child aus and the angst but I also think there is some great potential for some fun.

Like what if no actually knows for sure. Janet and Jack have an open relationship so she obviously tells Jack right away that she slept with Bruce Wayne around the same time she slept with Jack. She tells him they can know for sure after the kid is born but Jack is like let’s not check and pretend that we did. Timothy Jackson Drake is born on July 19th. Jack honestly doesn’t care right now about whether he’s Bruce’s or his because his middle name is Jack’s son and also he’s adorable so who cares.

Tim looks a lot like his mom and the other traits he has are honestly so vague they could be from either Jack or Bruce. Bruce is filled with fear when he meets Tim.

Bruce: You’re Janet Drake’s son. How old are you?

Tim, unaware of his parents’ drama: 13 :)

Bruce *internally and unaware that Janet and Jack have an open relationship, and how they have been discussing having an amidable divorce bc they like being friends more than life partners* oh fuck. Am I a homewrecker?

Bruce confronts Janet about Tim’s parentage and she’s like idk. Bruce’s mad because does Jack even know. Jack who was on the call, looking through dig site stuff in the background shouts that of course he does and that Bruce better not fucking check or tell Tim without them, otherwise he is going to destroy him.

When the Drakes get back they go see Bruce and run the test with it being postive for Bruce being the father. Jack makes real clear that Tim is still his son too so Bruce better not get any funny ideas. They talk about custody and Bruce makes it clear that he wants full custody when the two of them away. They agree and then Janet makes a comment about how they’ll have to let the Nanny go...

Bruce: Tim doesn’t have a nanny.

Jack: Then who have I been emailing every week about Tim’s care.

Janet: Wait, have you not been changing the nanny because everytime I’ve gone to check in on Tim and the nanny, there’s always a new one.

Jack: I thought you were changing them.

Tim is grounded. He also had a lot of feelings about finding out he’s Bruce’s bio kid since he’s still really scared that he isn’t living up to the Robin legacy or to Jason. Tim has three parents (four when his dad starts going out with Dana) and he feels overwhelmed by all this attention and a little annoyed he that he can’t get away with stuff now. Janet doesn’t die! Jack doesn’t die! They are both pissed about Robin when they find out. Janet drags Tim away from Gotham for a bit to teach him about DI’s international business while Jack and Bruce try (and fail) to figure out what to do about the Robin thing because they both realize that they are the same team of no Robin for Tim but Bruce knows how hard it would be to stop him.

Steph gets to be Robin while Tim’s gone but no death, just a peaceful transfer of Robin back to Tim (she is a great Robin but she made Spoiler, so she likes it more).

This isn’t entirely fleshed out. I don’t want Jason to hurt Timmy but like he probably would be mad about all this. I do know that Damian and Tim probably would have a worst start in this au because Damian is not the sole blood child.

Me at myself: don’t add angst

Myself: You can’t completely ignore characterization, you mad person.

Might add more later. More batsiblings must be added!

#bruce wayne #janet drake #jack drake #tim drake #jason todd #damian wayne #stephanie brown #ik jack and janet aren't good parents in canon and never hc them as such #but I want a funny bio au #they are all so angsty when they could be crack #Bruce Wayne is Tim Drake's biological father au #dana winters

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snarky-art · 4 years ago

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Musa and Aisha in their enchantix! I still haven’t figured out how I want the wings to look but that’s ok I think.

Info on their relationship in my version of Winx Club below!

So when Aisha arrives at Alfea in season 2, it’s pretty much the same as in the original show. She doesn’t really know what to do. Anne was the only person her age she had ever really interacted with. The rest of the time she was pretty isolated and surrounded by adults. She has trouble figuring out exactly how to act around the winx and is really scared of messing things up.

Musa is also used to feeling like that. She has a lot of separation anxiety and fear of abandonment which she had manifest in the defense mechanism of not letting people get close so she couldn’t get hurt. She’s gotten better at handling it though ever since joining Alfea and getting a super close knit group of friends. As a result though, she can understand best how Aisha is feeling and is able to help in little ways the others can’t.

Musa does the most to make her feel more comfortable and at ease (the others do too but it just hits a little different coming from someone who really gets it, ya know?) and as a result they become much closer much faster. They find themselves talking more openly about their fears and insecurities and experiences when they’re alone and a they just end up having a really strong bond. In my version of this, Musa and Riven did get together at the end of season 1, but they breakup around ¾ths of the way through season 2. They realize it just isn’t really healthy for either of them and they both bring out the worst in each other. They both have some insecurities from previous relationships and just their family life in general (Riven’s mom abandoned him, Musa’s mom is dead and her relationship with her father is pretty strained although it does start to get better after the concert episode in season 2), so Musa is the one who ultimately takes the initiative to break it off. They both aren’t happy and Riven takes it especially hard, but Timmy talks some sense into him and he starts working to get better around the end of season 2/beginning of season 3.

Another reason Musa breaks it off is along with realizing how much worse she feels with Riven and along with how much worse she is as a person with him, she has a moment of realization where she just goes “oh, but with Aisha, I DO want to be better, and I trust her so much more completley,, oh no.” and she’s basically like “now we don’t have time to unpack ALL of that right now” but along with ending her relationship being better for both Riven and her, she needs to think some stuff about that over.

Musa is in denial about liking Aisha for a while and tries to stifle it and convince herself it’s nothing or that it’ll go away. This isn’t because she’s having a Gay Panic or something though (in my thing she’s bi and has had partners of other genders before). The panic comes from at this point, Aisha is one of the closest people in her life despite them only knowing each other for about a year and she doesn’t want to ruin something good (cue abandonment issues). Musa handles this physically by being more shy and easily flustered and also by eventually talking to the winx about it. Tecna ties but in my thing, Tecna is borderline Aromantic (demi is what I’m thinking of for her, still haven’t figured it all out though) so she’s not very good at giving advice for it, but she’s happy to listen. Flora gives soft advice and a listening ear, ever the romantic, and Stella is too but she’s much more loud (she also feels bad about trying to hook Musa up with so many dates and her and Riven broke up now that she knows Musa was having a crisis the whole time, granted the date with Jared was a good thing since Jared and Musa became good friends so Stella won’t apologize for that one and Musa decides that’s fair), and Bloom is pretty awkward with relationship stuff so she does the “are ya winning, son?” approach to all of this. Musa appreciates that they’re all trying though, despite the various degrees of success.

Aisha doesn’t really talk to anyone about her feelings for Musa, which she realizes she has shortly after gaining her enchantix. During the first attack on Alfea in the their third year of school, when she sees her enchantix for the first time, and how sure of herself she was about doing what she could to save Galatea’s life and save all the ancient texts and tomes, she’s like “yup that pretty much confirms everything for me.”

In my version Aisha is a lesbian and she’s known for a WHILE. Anne was her first crush and she also liked some of the princesses and nobles that she would meet or see at the many fancy diplomatic meetings she would be dragged to. She’s very secure in her sexuality and romantic attraction (homophobia isn’t really a Thing in my version per se, but there are some concerns about lineage in upper circles for royalty and leaders, since not all queer couples can have children biologically and sometimes adoption is hard depending on the circumstances, ESPECIALLY if there is a form of magic that is needed to be transferred from one member of a family to the next member and it isn’t a guarantee or even possible for some magic to latch onto someone and become apart of their core if they aren’t biologically related). Aisha hadn’t mentioned it to her parents though. Her parents and her don’t have the most open relationship due to the very controlling and stifling nature of both the court her parents rule over and just their general demeanor which leads to the next issue: arranged marriage on Andros, which is something her parents still partake in, and that really makes both Musa and Aisha feel like their hearts are being grabbed and twisted. Once they tell her, she’s about to tell them but they leave soon after telling her because they have stuff to do and also they would rather speak to Aisha once she’s “calmed down some.” The next time she has time to tell them, shit with Valtor starts to hit the fan and it gets put on the backburner.

By the time Nabu shows up, it’s pretty rough. Once Aisha realizes who he is she’s mad because of course she is, this is the person she’s expecting to be with. Nabu is understanding of this, and gets it completely, especially since he originally lied about his identity. Aisha does take a breather though and they talk it out some. He wanted to see who he was arranged to marry like in the show, and Aisha says she honestly never wanted to see him, and he laughs and says that’s fair. They do end up having a “best bros” dynamic though eventually. AIsha tells him about Musa, and he says he’s so sorry about this whole thing and eventually they do meet up with their parents like in the show and they talk to them about everything finally and their parents tell them that the arranged marriage isn’t necessary in the end. It works out and Aisha and Nabu do a sickass secret handshake they made and all is well. The relationship between their kingdoms is also really strong regardless of marriage too due to their eventual life long friendship.

Aisha also eventually talks to Flora some about how she should go about asking Musa out and about whether or not she thinks it would be a good idea and Flora and Chatta (ESPECIALLY CHATTA) are doing EVERYTHING they can to not blurt out that Musa hasn’t been able to shut up about liking Aisha for over a year and a half at this point.

Over the season their relationship continues to get stronger.

TW: talk of e*ting disorder. Please skip this paragraph if that is triggering to you. I will have the next paragraph start with -paragraph over- so skip to that if you would like

I also have a thing in my version where Musa struggles with an e*ting disorder some just do to anxiety and insecurities and that was one of the ways those things ended up manifesting (that’s how it was for me and I’ve put a little bit of myself into each of these gals and pal (Tecna is nonbinary in my version and although they’re fine with being perceived as a woman and is cool with she/her pronouns and general slang terms like “gal,” “dude,” “bro,” etc., they still prefer overall being acknowledged as a nonbinary person by people who don’t know them very well (all pronouns are cool with them also. This stuff I just mentioned is how I am as a nonbinary person and I thought it fit Tecna too). This is why I have her looking a little thinner in my earlier sketches, since those take place in season 1 and 2. Aisha goes out of her way to help her however she can and Musa feels guilty but eventually Aisha just tells her to accept the help because she cares about her, she knows that Musa wants to get better (she started wanting to really work to stop skipping meals in the middle of season 2 and being less afraid of putting on weight. Her relationship with Riven wasn’t helping her mental state and this was around the point where she realized things probably weren’t going to get better unless she worked really hard on both herself and with setting better boundaries. Aisha was the only one to know about her skipping meals more than was healthy as it ended up coming out on one of their many late night heart to heart convos they like to have) and because it isn’t taking a toll on her mental health, and she promises to let her know if it does (Aisha also learned more about healthy boundaries during her time with the winx way to go, queen). They do meal preps together, get a healthy workout routine that doesn’t involve Musa dropping dead from exhaustion every time, and they get help pamphlets and Musa ends up seeing a counselor on campus to get some help and by the middle of season 3, things are a lot better, and while it’s still something that Musa is going to struggle with off and on during her life because that’s how this stuff tends to work, she has the tools to help herself better and she also has a really good support system and knows therapy is still an option if she needs it after her time at Alfea. The rest of the winx find out eventually too and are, of course, super supportive and proud of her.

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The main takeaway from that paragraph is that Aisha and Musa are very close and supportive of each other and that I mention Tecna is nonbinary (all pronouns acceptable, although tends to prefer they/them)

Along with that being yet another huge thing that relates to them wanting to help each other grow and become better people, they just end up realizing that if they could choose a day where they could choose anyone to spend time with for the whole time, it would be each other.

By the end of their third year at alfea/the movie (unsure which yet exactly, but it’s in that time frame) they get together and they stay together for the rest of everything:)

#winx club #Winx #aisha #aisha winx #layla #winx layla #musa #musa winx #enchantix #winx redesign #winx reboot #winx rewrite #winx remake #sapphic #WLW #they are in love #it's my sleepover and i get to choose the love story #enchantix redesign

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anothertimdrakestan · 4 years ago

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Heat Waves (TimKon)

Words: 3k

Hi! I’m so glad you’re here! I’ve been working on this for way too long and definitely have a pt2 planned out if you guys like part one! I hope you’ll take the time to read this because I spent way too long on it and I’m pretty happy with how it turned out!

for the like 0.1% of my audience that this overlaps with, yes, i too am utterly obsessed with Heat Waves for DNF and have been listening to this song on repeat for three days straight waiting for chapter 8. But, i figured why not let that amazing piece of absolute art inspire a Timkon fic cuz they have the same dynamic as DNF in my eyes! All credits go to tbhyourelame on ao3!

if you don’t know what heat waves is that’s fine this is just a regular fic but I highly recommend you checkout the amazing song here

It was as hot as death itself in Kansas. Not to mention a farm with no AC was just about the worst place Conner could be forced to “vacation” at. But Ma and Pa had been begging to have him over and the month of June just seemed to overlap, so there Kon was, sweating buckets in the middle of nowhere.

It felt so cold in Gotham. Though, the temperature was comfortable- the most comfortable it had been all year- but Tim always felt colder, lonelier, when Conner wasn’t by his side. The two of them were a duo, fitting together like a puzzle piece, the absolute best of friends and best of heroes. But now, he was using his mandatory away-from-the-tower weeks up while Conner was in Kansas, it was some sort of mandate that Bruce’s kids come home occasionally and instead of suffering weekends in Gotham Tim opted to just grind out a few weeks at the manor, even if it meant dealing with Damian’s unrelenting murder attempts. But it wasn’t all bad, Tim got to patrol with Bruce again, hang out with Jason occasionally, and even see Dick from time to time. “Family” bonding at it’s finest.

“Hello?” Tim’s voice was quiet, Kon constantly felt himself turning the volume button up on his phone just to hear a decibel more of his best friend’s comforting tone.

“Hey Timbers how was your day?” Conner felt himself relaxing to the light sound of Tim breathing, he was laying on the floor, spread like a starfish so that no sticky part of his body could touch and create more sweat.

“Nothing much, no patrol tonight- I guess you remembered,” Tim’s voice was filling his ears. I remember everything you tell me. “Yeah, yeah I did,” Conner quickly replied. “Any boring farm chores today?” Conner heard the familiar rustling, he could hear Tim stand up, he’d memorized the sound of Tim taking him off speaker and resting the phone in between his shoulder and ear. He could hear Tim’s hair, that he knew he was probably growing out, brush the mic. I always liked his hair longer.

“Kon?” Tim snapped him back into the stiflingly hot room. “Oh sorry, it’s really hot here, kinda makes me zone out. Um, I’m alright I got to hangout with the cows today which was cool- they don’t like the heat either but Ma says it’ll be over soon,” Conner rambled, all too focused on Tim’s breath in his ear.

“Sorry for making you zone out, I guess nothing interesting is happening here,” Tim sighed, Conner shook his head, rolling over on the floor, leaning down into the mic of his phone.

“Nothing about you bores me Tim,”

Tim didn’t reply. Conner mentally cursed himself, he was really too tired, too hot and bothered to be this flirtatious with Tim, who was a complete wild card when it came to Conner.

And then he answered, Tim’s voice was higher pitched, the way it ascended when he was blushing- he was blushing. “Well that’s not true, I’m very boring. When I’m doing cases or training or-” Conner couldn’t take it.

“Nothing about you could bore me Tim. I’m down to be with you whenever, doing whatever, you know that,” he felt his tone soften, loving the way Tim’s breath hitched with every compliment.

“Be with me?” Tim shot back playfully, Conner could practically hear the smirk toying on the smaller boy’s lips.

“Did I stutter?” Conner heard a loud noise, a thump. Tim’s voice was high pitched again, “Sorry- uh I dropped my phone,” Conner felt himself growing warmer, if at all physically possible. “No problem. So, what are you doing tomorrow with Bruce?” Conner didn’t like pushing Tim too far, hell, he barely knew how he felt half the time. Tim’s voice brightened, “Oh! We’re gonna go to this old ice cream shop I adored as a kid! It’s been too long since I’ve been there, you remember me talking about it?”

Conner didn’t need a second to answer, “Sub 30, you always get the one with the espresso poured over it,” he couldn’t lie, ice cream sounded absolutely heavenly at the moment. Tim’s voice flooded through the heat, “Right as always- I swear they programmed some sort of photographic memory inside of you,” Tim teased, Conner answered honestly, “I just listen when you tell me things”. The night went on, Tim quickly had to go, believe it or not he did sleep when given the opportunity. “Try not to die of heat exhaustion, drink lots of water throughout the day, not all at once,” Conner smiled, “will do, goodnight Timmy,” Tim answered mid yawn, “night Kon”.

And then he was alone. Alone with the heat, with his thoughts, the latter far more dangerous. He’s my best friend, of course I remember everything. Conner found himself staring at the ceiling, Ma had painted constellations on the walls and ceilings of the room, something funny about alien genes liking the stars. Conner used to be able to find every pattern, name every star, but the only shape he could trace was Tim. There were his eyes, they were pools of deep blue, they sparkled when he laughed but could glare bullets when he tried. If he stared hard enough Kon could find his hair, it’s always soft and smells delicious, layers falling effortlessly- cascading to frame his face. Then there were his lips, Conner found himself constantly mesmerized with the way Tim bit his bottom lip when thinking, the way they scrunched together when he said something funny, how they constricted when he bit the inside of his cheek just enough to hide the emotion he was so scared of portraying. They were perfect.

He let the heat take his mind, flowing with the stars as he thought dangerous thoughts about his best friend. His thoughts danced around Tim’s waist, flowing carefully around his chest, wrapping Kon in every layer of Tim’s personality, every smile, laugh, tear, scowl, it was Tim. Kon’s Tim.

And there, on the floor, he drifted to an uncomfortable, sweaty sleep.

Tim was scrolling aimlessly through his phone, Gotham was surprisingly boring. He once found the city bustling and distinctly alive but now it only left him cold, cold and bored.

“Ice cream as good as you remember?” Bruce’s voice lifted him from his device. “Yup! Can’t believe you let me have espresso at like 10, you basically started my addiction.” Tim threw on a smile, glancing down at the half eaten dessert. “Yeah, can’t say I was the best father but, I tried,” Bruce’s shoulders shook lightly, but the laughter didn’t make it to his eyes. Did you really try? Truly? Tim dove back into the creamy sweet, admiring the bitterness the espresso brought the flavor. His phone buzzed.

K: Did you get the ice cream?

T: yeah, you remembered?

K: You literally told me last night

T: have i been off your mind since?

K: No.

Conner always did this, every time Tim thought he’d throw him off guard with something funny or flirtatious just to have a little fun Kon took it and ran with it. And I’m always the one who ends up blushing. Tim thought, shaking his head. It was really his fault he let Conner get him riled up. They were best friends, flirting or dealing out little sexual quips were natural, and often pretty funny.

“Earth to Tim? I’ve got a meeting you wanna head back while I head to the office?” Tim glanced over at Bruce who was now standing up in front of him. “Yeah, I can work on cases back at the manor, you gonna head to the office?” stretching his arms he stood up, noticing Bruce had put on his business face- the one stone cold and dry that only brought back the worst memories. “Yes.” His response was gruff, Tim suppressed the shudder that tried to dance down his spine. “Uh yeah, I’ll head back, have a nice day B,” he smiled, hoping it made it to his eyes.

“You can’t keep calling me while I’m on patrol, it’s not safe,” Tim chastised Conner loosely, appreciating the company as his patrol with Damian was always deathly silent. “C’mon, you’re used to having me in your ear,” Tim gulped, glancing around for Damian who was three buildings over, deeply uninterested. “Kon, oh my god, I’m gonna mute you,” Tim whispered, revelling in the chuckle that stirred in Conner’s chest. It was deep, and warm, so distinctly warm Tim felt the heat budding in his chest.

“So, patrol with the demon? He hasn’t cut your grapple line yet?” Conner’s tone was low and silky smooth. Coughing to clear his throat Tim replied, “nope, he’s most horrific when Bruce is here, when he’s not the punk couldn’t care less whether I live or die,”

“I care,”

“I know Kon,” If only you knew how much I appreciated it.

“Asshole, can you hear me? I said we’ve got a gang robbery on second? You coming genius?” Damian’s disgusted tone flooded over his comm, and Tim quickly turned his attention to the bat-brat who was already grappling towards the alarms and shouts. Conner’s whisper asked, “can he hear me?” and Tim replied, “no, you’re on a separate channel, Dami can only hear me when I unmute. Just be quiet while I take out these thugs,”

“Why? Because my voice distracts you?” Conner’s tone shifted into dangerously flirtatious.

“No, cuz you’re annoying as shit,” Tim smirked, running across the top of a building, letting Damian call the signals so he didn’t get all upset.

“Do I make you uncomfortable Tim? Do I make you forget just exactly what you’re doing, whether you want to use your batarang or bo staff? Do I make you, warm? Because it’s so warm here, so hot, god I’m just so hot I-”

“Shut. Up.” Tim struck the gun out of a scared looking man. Rolling his eyes at the man in his ear.

“Why? Are you too focused? We’ve taken out much harder criminals all while talking. Aren’t we just talking right now?” Kon’s voice was ringing in his head like never before.

“I’m trying to focus but it’s no good when you’re in my ear.”

“And what if I wasn’t in your ear? You remember? When we work side by side, so close- are you an affectionate person Tim?” Tim could feel the heat dripping off of Conner’s voice, but he was taken aback by Conner’s new line of thought.

“Wha- what? Am I affectionate? I don’t know. Sometimes?” Tim almost missed a hit, huffing as Damian blocked what would’ve been a hard blow on him. “Start paying attention Drake,” Damian’s tone was acidic. But he was drawn back into his com as Conner’s voice flooded his ears again.

“Would you be affectionate with me?”

“Yes” Tim’s breathless reply was instant, his brain not giving him a chance to think.

“Good, I like that. You know I’m very affectionate too? I like getting to hold the people I care about close, feeling their warmth. You know I’m very warm right now?”

“I- I know Kon, I bet, are you doing alright? Drinking water?” Tim shook out the thought of Conner lazing out in his room, sweaty, lips parted as he pushed out warm breath- Stop. Focus. Your job is to defend these people. Damian’s doing a good job, You just have to round up the civilians. Tim forced himself back into the real world, taking on one of the gang members with ease, tying him up swiftly before moving on to the next.

“I heard that, I can hear it every time you take out one of those men. This is easy isn’t it? I can’t be that distracting to you. You’re too good.”

“You always do this,” Tim felt his cheeks heating up, his steps felt forced, like he had to remind himself to breathe. Tim carefully rounded up civilians, escorting them to safety as Conner started again in his ear.

“Always do what Tim? Tell you how much I appreciate you? How much I miss you? Do you not think you deserve to be missed? To be loved?”

“Conner” Tim’s tone was harsher than he wanted it to be. But nonetheless Conner continued.

“Why not? Why the hell not? You’re amazing Tim.”

Tim scoffed, playing it off as a cough to the people in front of him.

“What do you need to hear Tim? That you’re amazing? Brilliant?-”

“Oh my god Kon-” Tim interrupted, but Conner wasn’t done.

“Talented? Impressive? [his tone deepended] - Attractive?”

“I’m gonna hang up,” Tim was breathing so hard he was practically hyperventilating. The compliments were all that consumed his thoughts, swirling around his brain, packing it full of deep, dangerously flammable thoughts.

And Conner was ready to let it burn.

“You need to be kissed Tim,” Conner murmurs, throat raw, “so hard that you can’t remember your name- maybe then you’ll understand what I mean.”

The batarang in Tim’s hand clattered to the floor. Damian’s head whipped to him as Tim struggled to regain function.

“I’m muting you, see you in a bit,” was all Tim could choke out before he ripped the earpiece out, unable to let it sit, burning into his skull. You’re almost done here, cool down, finish up. Tim told himself as he manually reminded himself to breathe. You’ve got this.

Conner knew Tim ended the call. But he didn’t have the energy to stop the endless beeping from the disconnected phone.

He was laying on the floor of his room, limbs spread out as he clawed for anything that could cool him down, but all he could feel was heat as he stared up at the stars.

He had to admit, he’d pushed Tim further than ever before. But it felt too right to stop, too good. He couldn’t stop replaying the way Tim’s breath hitched after every word, desperately grasping for the feeling budding up in his chest. It was too addictive to not let the words he’d spent too long crafting pour from his lips into Tim’s heart.

Kon didn’t know how long he laid there, dazed in the heat, just trying to relive word after perfect word.

Until his phone rang.

“Tim?” his voice was ragged and raw.

Tim’s was high pitched and tight. “Conner what the hell was that? Was that funny to you? Saying all those things- flirting with me while I’m trying to do my job?”

“Flirting?” Conner mused, staring at the stars with a tattered smirk on his face.

“Don’t act dumb, I don’t know what kind of sick joke it was saying all that while I’m on patrol but I’m glad you think you’re funny,” Tim’s voice was cold. But not the cooling tone, it was sharp, like the way the freeze of ice can feel so painfully hot when applied too harshly.

“I would’ve said it to you no matter what you were doing,” Conner whispered, resting his phone on his chest, wincing at the sticky noise it made as he tried to adjust it’s positioning.

“So that was just all for you? To let you listen as you screwed with my brain?” Tim retorted.

Conner was done dancing around the truth, all forms of control eluding his mind. “Yes,”

“That’s cruel Kon, can you imagine if I did that with you? Told you how you needed to be kissed while you’re out with Jon or something?” Tim sounded exasperated, but at the end of each quip Kon could hear the deep breaths he was taking. Does- Does he like this?

Tim continued. “Don’t answer that. Shut up, I know what you’re gonna say. ‘Oh Tim it’s not the same,’ just- just get out of my head!”

Conner sat up. He was floating. Floating in the middle of his room, the phone on his chest tumbling to the floor as he scrambled to grab it again, feeling his feet touch the ground as he held the phone as close to his lips as he could.

“What do you mean Tim? How am I in your head?” Do you feel the same way I do right now?

“You- you just know me. So well, and when you say stuff like that- when you’re in my ear saying those things your voice, it’s like fire, it burns.” Tim sounded desperate, his voice painfully strained.

Conner’s head was spinning, “I burn you?” he matched Tim’s desperate tone.

“You melt me.”

Conner’s head slammed against the roof of his room, as he tried to regain control of his senses he heard Tim murmur, “does that make sense?”

“More than you know Timbers, more than you know,” Conner could hear Tim let out a sigh, the kind that told him all would be okay.

As Conner took a deep breath, steadying himself for what was to come Tim spoke first. “It’s so late Kon, I’ve been up to long, I think I need to go to bed,” Tim’s tone was soft again, the cooling, comforting tone that Kon was scared he’d never hear again.

"Yeah, I- uh, have chores in the morning anyways.” Conner answered, hoping to give Tim some peace of mind.

“Okay, sounds good. Goodnight Conner,” Tim said quietly, his tone thoughtful and slow, finally letting the sleep crowd his mind.

“Goodnight Tim, talk to you tomorrow?” Conner let too much hope sink into those last few words.

“Yes, night now,” Tim answered easily, quickly hanging up the call, letting Conner sink down back into the carpet of his floor.

“Tomorrow,” Conner whispered to himself, feeling the intense heat start to creep back in as he drifted into a sweaty sleep.

“Tomorrow,” Tim whispered to himself, trying to swallow the nerves he didn’t know Conner could draw out of him.

“I’ll figure it out tomorrow.”

not my usual fic but I really hope you enjoyed!

taglist: @vintageroses10 @idkmanicantenglish @kishony-the-geek @foenixphire @how--are--you @psych0crybaby @romance-is-tragic @birdy-bat-writes @subtleappreciation @officiallydarkgeek also kita cuz i love u and wanted to try writing timkon more in your style hehehe @river-bottom-nightmare

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trashcankitty12 · 4 years ago

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Musa Headcanons:

She’s sassy, she’s musically gifted, and she could 100% steal your significant other if she wanted too.

Meet Musa Kai, the Guardian Fairy of Melody and the lead singer for her band. (Though her band is usually Riven, Tecna, and Layla... But whatever.)

(Again all headcanons here are for my main verse and my “Left” verse. Thank you.)

-Musa’s a daddy’s girl, whether she’ll admit it or not. There’s not much she wouldn’t do for her father (aside from give up her own music career). And he absolutely adores her and had a tendency to spoil her (though those moments were few and far between after Matlin passed). Ho-Boe is so proud of his daughter and how amazing she’s become, he regrets trying to make her stay out of the music world.

-(He knows it was Mandragora’s poison that killed her, that the medication the Company came up with during the war was only a temporary solution, and not music that killed her. But he felt that she ended up straining herself and going passed her limits and the limits of the medication by continuing to perform.)

-Musa may have been a daddy’s girl, but she was extremely close to her mother, too. She loved singing and learning how to play new instruments with her mother and adored the stories her mother shared of being at Alfea and the (sanitized and child-friendly) versions of her Company of Light stories.

-Musa was absolutely crushed when her mother died and saw her father’s anger surge. She was 8 and confused and scared. All she wanted was her mother. (She did her best to sing at Matlin’s funeral, she tried, but the words wouldn’t come and her father’s hands trembled too much to play his koto.)

-She stayed with her maternal grandparents for a long time after her mother’s death, wanting to give her father space and to let him get his record company back on track. (And his emotions. He’d destroyed so many of their music sheets and instruments and even some of their records… And Musa felt helpless at trying to make him feel better, especially since she wasn’t feeling her best either.)

-Her grandparents encouraged Musa to continue her love of music and helped her figure out how she could get her emotions out with help from her music. How therapeutic it could be.

-(They’d helped Matlin to pursue her passions, and they felt they owed Musa the same courtesy.)

-She didn’t have too many friends growing up, or cousins her age to hang out with. Ho-Boe was determined to homeschool her for as long as possible, wanting to protect her from the outside world and the dangers of it.

-(Musa, like Layla, became an expert at sneaking out of the house, though she has a feeling her grandparents always knew what she was up too and just chose to let her have her freedom.)

-Mostly she snuck out to concerts or clubs, soaking in the music and letting it feel her heart and soul. It always felt so tangible and real to her, as if it was its own entity. Being away from it for too long felt… Like she was dying.

-Musa did have one cousin she was close to, the only cousin her age really. Galatea.

-Yes, Princess Galatea is Musa’s cousin. Her father, King Garomius, is Musa’s father’s eldest cousin. He became next in line after Ho-Boe abdicated the throne to pursue his music career his life with Matlin. (And the two of them remained close, even after Ho-Boe’s other family decided he was dead to them.)

-In fact, Galatea’s Princess Ball was the first and last time Musa ever met her paternal grandparents and her great uncles and great aunts. But she ignored them, feeling that if they felt her mother wasn’t good enough for them, then neither was she.

-(She and Galatea had a great time though, and a wonderful childhood growing up, even if Galatea is two years younger.)

-Like most from the Harmonics realms, Musa has perfect pitch and exceptional hearing. (She can use echolocation if she focuses enough on the sounds. But it takes practice to do and it often causes migraines if done for too long.)

-Her favorite instrument is her flute, even if she doesn’t use it in her performances much. It makes her think of her father and it was the first instrument she had that was hers. (It’s even got her name engraved.)

-Musa transformed for the first time after she’d turned 11 and had been arguing with her father after he’d found her guitar and flute. She’d refused to let them be destroyed and her magic summoned itself to transform her and let her protect her instruments.

-Ho-Boe had been so excited about her transformation that he’d allowed her to keep the instruments and quickly began starting her on more magic lessons and prepping her for entrance exams to the Magical Dimensions’ fairy schools. (Musa had almost, almost been a Beta fairy. Ehhh.)

-When Musa got to Alfea, she really clicked with Tecna. Yes, it helped they were roommates and had to share space so often, but Tecna was just… Everything Musa felt she needed in a friend.

-Tecna’s listening skills and ability to pick up on things made it easy for Musa to open up to Tecna (on her terms, of course). And it made it easy for her to feel okay with zoning out for a while with her music if she was having a bad day (or a depressive episode) without feeling like she had to explain it all to Tecna. Because she didn’t, Tecna already knew and just went with it by going about her own projects.

-(And the day that Tecna asked about learning to play an instrument to help her develop a new skillset for a ‘just in case’ scenario made Musa’s whole year. She figured keyboards would be for the best since Tecna’s already fast with her fingers and accurate.)

-Musa is the fastest flyer out of the girls. And yes, she rubs it in. (Especially to Layla. They have flying races often.)

-Musa has regular tea-time with Flora. It helps her to remind herself to take care of herself (because Flora always asks about her feelings and health) and it gives her a chance to wind down for a bit.

-She loves her pixie, Tune, but the manner’s bit drives her crazy from time-to-time. Thankfully, Tune has learned that Musa’s being blunt doesn’t mean she’s rude and Musa has learned just because Tune is very into manners doesn’t mean she’s pretentious. (And they’ve both really bonded through movies and pretend formal parties with Piff.)

-Musa and Riven have had many ups and downs as a couple and have had their moments of anger, but they both try to tamper it down as they get older. It helps that they’ve come up with an ‘honesty box’. They both make a ‘box’ around themselves and just speak their minds. No judgements, just talking and explaining and, if all goes well, a plan is made to try and fix the problem… Or at least, an effort is made to understand the problem.

-Musa is one of the few who knows just how bad Riven’s mother fucked with him, and she does her best to remind him that the opinions and actions of a bitch like that shouldn’t bother him. She understands why it does, and it’s okay that he feels hurt, but he is a better person than he gives himself credit for. (He’s not like his mother… He’s better than her.)

-She’s the first one to initiate pillow-fights and prank wars within the Winx Group. (Though she’s learned the hard way not to try and prank a sleeping Bloom… A fire fairy that’s startled awake is prone to burning the person ‘attacking’ them. Not fun. Thank the Dragon’s for Layla.)

-She’s also the first one to fall asleep. (Musa’s sort of like a shark. If she stops moving, she’s out. Though instead of death, it’s sleep.)

-Even though Musa loved her short hair (easy to style and kept her cool when it was hot), she wanted to experiment with her hair a bit and let it elongate. So far, she likes it alright, but she may cut it again in the future. Or go for a completely new style. Who knows?

-Musa had the best grades in the group, but only because she fought hard to study for exams and did her best on the homework. (Her mother was an A student. She would be too.)

-Out of the specialists, Musa’s actually pretty close Brandon and Timmy, for differing reasons.

-Musa and Brandon enjoy talking shit together when playing games. They also have a game (bad habit) where when out in public, they make remarks about ‘who walks by to check them out’ and making up ‘interesting scenarios with those people’ just to see what Stella and Riven will do.

-(They were not prepared for Stella and Riven to try their own version of the game, one that went explicit real fast. Never again…)

-Timmy likes to come to Musa for advice on Tecna (and to help get gifts for Tecna without her knowing). And they enjoy talking about music theory and how music can affect the mind and hearing.

-Musa has scars. Lots of scars. Mostly from childhood misadventures, but there a few from her adventures at Alfea and on Earth.

-(She likes Earth, by the way. The music here isn’t as soul-reaching in her opinion, but she enjoys the effort we non-magical beings put into our creative works. Her favorite genre so far is surprisingly showtunes…)

-Musa has a taste for spicy food and honestly the rest of the Winx are concerned that she no longer has tastebuds. At all. Like none.

-She is the second most-likely Winx to get physical in a fight, the first being Layla. (Musa’s getting pretty good at learning how to use a bo-staff and has trained in Melody’s martial art of Gian Liea.)

-Musa loves watching singing-reality shows. She goes on a binge and does her best to figure out what’s liked the most so she can incorporate them into her next performance.

-Musa loves being on stage and getting recognized for her music. She does not like having a whole ‘hero worship’ thing going on around her. (Yes, she helped save the Magical Dimension a few times. But dammit that’s mostly because she lives in the Magical Dimension and the authorities seem to be useless.)

-Musa may or may not have a juvenile record. (And it may or may not have to do with ‘disturbing the peace’, ‘fighting in non-designated zones’, and ‘vandalism’.)

-She’s fluent in several languages from the Harmonics realms and has learned a few of Earth’s languages too. (Not to mention, the language of Magix, also known as the linking language of all the Magical Dimension.)

-During her time at Alfea, Musa was part of the jazz club, glee club, band, and choir. She also briefly played Magi-Ball, but had to quit due to an injury to her knees.

-It shouldn’t be a surprise, but Musa wants to be an amazing music star, just like her mother was. She just hopes she’s talented enough to make it. (Which her father swears she’s does, and that just makes her feel like the best musician ever.)

#winx club #winx club au #winx club headcanons #winx club musa #winx musa #winx musa headcanons #melody fairy #harmonic singer

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fanfic-girlie · 5 years ago

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a/n: Hello, this is the first time i’m writing something, idk if anyone’s going to read this but i hope you enjoy it and please forgive me if there’s any mistakes, english is not my first language.

Word count: 898 words

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You and Timothée had been pretty serious for quite a while now, but you still hadn’t met his family. Wanting to change this, his family invited you over for thanksgiving, and honestly, Timothée couldn’t be more excited.

“They’re gonna love you, trust me” – he said kissing your forehead after reading his mom’s text. He was your first boyfriend, you had never had to meet someone’s parents before, and the thought of it completely freaked you out.

“But.. what if they don’t?” – you asked worried, you were truly afraid his family wouldn’t like you.

“Y/N, are you kidding? Why wouldn’t they? You’re the nicest girl I’ve ever met, plus you make me really happy, that alone should be the number one reason they’re going to like you” – he said cupping your cheek and staring strongly at you.

That made you smile, truth is, you’ve never felt happier than when you started dating Tim, he always made sure you were okay, always made you feel comfortable around him, and did everything to see you happy. If you could describe love, this would definitely be it. You’ve never felt this way about anyone before, and you tried your best to make sure he could feel the same about you.

“I love you so much” – you said kissing him.

“I love you more, Y/N.”

When the day came, you were a nerving wreck. He spent the entire morning looking out for you and trying to calm you down, saying nice things to try to get you to worry less because he knew how anxious you were, he couldn’t help but worry a bit himself, but deep inside he still knew his parents were going to approve you, he meant it when he said you’re the nicest girl he knows.

“Y/N, are you ready to go?” – he yelled going towards your bedroom.

“Yeah” – you said coming out, you tried your best to look presentable. You had on a long-sleeved black dress, black pantyhose and black combat boots, and you did a light makeup just because – “too much?”.

“You look absolutely beautiful” – he said eyeing you up and down, he gave you a quick peck before you head out, and in a matter of minutes you were at his parent’s place – “this is it, are you ready?”

“Not really, but let’s go.” – you answered as you got out of the car. It was really chilly in New York this time of the year, but you were used to it already, being from London, cold weathers were really your thing.

He hugged you tightly, kissed the top of your head and said everything was going to be fine, all this reassurance made your nerves calm down a little bit. Holding hands, you both made your way to the door and knocked, instantly a woman, you assumed was his mother, opened it, giving a huge smile and pulling Timothée in a hug.

“My baby, I’ve missed you so much. It feels like we don’t live in the same city, you barely come visit.”

“I know, I’m sorry, but you know I’ve been busy” – Timothée said hugging her back.

“Well, at least you made it. Come in, it’s so cold” – She said before pulling you in.

“Mom, this is Y/N, Y/N this is my mom.” – he said introducing you two.

“It’s so nice to meet you, Mrs. Flender” – you said holding your hand out for her to shake.

“Oh, please, just call me Nicole – his mother said, pulling you into a hug – You look very nice, didn’t you bring a jacket?”.

“Oh, no. I’m used to the weather, it’s all good”.

“You’re british. You didn’t mentioned she was british, Timmy. – his mother said, now turning her attention to him – we barely know anything.”

“Sorry, but that’s why she’s here for. You’ll have plenty of time to catch up – he said, grabbing your waist – now let’s go, I want you to meet everybody else.”

He introduced you to his father, sister and the entire family that was there, they were all very gentle with you, which made you feel very comfortable, and as the night went on you had completely forgotten how scared you were, every now and then Timothée would look at you and smile, as if to ask if everything was okay, and you smiled back to let him now that it just couldn’t be better. The whole evening was just perfect, his parents adored you, and you genuinely felt so happy, this was your second time celebrating Thanksgiving in America, the first one was just you and your roommate binge-watching movies and eating sandwiches, and this was sure a better memory to the holiday than sitting in an living room doing nothing.

The ride home was quiet, seeing as you were both very tired, but Timmy was really happy you had had a good time, and sure, very happy his parents liked you.

“Hope this was all worth it” – he said grabbing your hand and placing a kiss on it.

“It definitely was, thank you so much, baby. Text me later?” – you said, kissing him and ready to get under your covers.

“I will, have a good night.” – he smiled at you as you got inside your building. While you were going upstairs you felt your phone vibrate, it was him.

Friday, 12:30 AM

Angel 💘: glad u had a good time, I love you.

#timothee chalamet #fanfic #one shot #cute #thanksgiving #timothee imagines #timothee chalamet fanfiction #timothee chalamet x reader #timothee chalamet imagines

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dukereviewsmovies · 4 years ago

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Duke's Holiday Reviews: Dr. Seuss' How The Grinch Stole Christmas

Hello, I'm Andrew Leduc And Welcome Back To Duke's Holiday Reviews..

Well, There's No Doubt About It, The First Remake Of The Grinch Is A Holiday Classic, Jim Carrey's Hilarious And The Sets Are Imaginative, Yes, Everyone Loves It, Through And Through, But The Critics.... On Something Called The Internet Do Not!

Now, Please Don't Ask Why, No One Quite Knows The Reason, Perhaps It's Because They Have No Lives To Brag About, Perhaps It's Because Their Shoes Are Too Tight, But I Think The Most Likely Reason Of All It's Because Their Brains Are 2 Sizes Too Small...

Ok, Screw Rhyming From Here On Out, What Is Wrong With You People!?!

The Grinch Is One Of The Perfect Remakes As Far As I'm Concerned, But It As Bad As Every Moron On The Internet Believes It To Be?

Let's Find Out As We Watch How The Grinch Stole Christmas...

Our Tale Starts Inside Of A Snowflake Which Leads Us To The Town Of Whoville, Where The Whos...

Who Look The Way Whos Should Look In This Reviewers Opinion...

Are Preparing For Christmas As We Come Across Cindy Lou Who (Played By Taylor Momsen Before She Went Insane And Her Taste In Style Got Thrown Out The Window) And Her Father, Lou Lou Who...

Everyone Of Course, Except The Grinch (Played By Jim Carrey) Who Soon Finds He Has Visitors In The Form Of Drew And Stu Lou Who And Their 2 Girlfriends Who Want The Brothers To Knock On The Grinch's Door...

But When They Do, They're All Scared Off By An Animatronic Controlled By The Grinch's Dog, Max...

Realizing He Could Use A Little Social Interaction, The Grinch Heads Down To Whoville With Max Where He Causes Some Trouble With The Mail But He's Soon Confronted By Cindy Lou, Who He Scares Into A Pile Of Boxes But He Saves Her With A Little Push From Max...

But Not Wanting To Look Like The Good Guy He Wraps Her In Wrapping Paper...

Eventually Finding Cindy Lou, Lou Takes Cindy Home To Her Mother (Played By SNL's Molly Shannon) Who Is Putting Up Christmas Lights As Her Neighbor, Martha May Whovier (Played By Christine Baranski) Puts Up Hers.,,

As Cindy Gets Ready For Bed, She Sings One Of The Only 2 Songs In This Movie...

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And All I'll Say Is It's Better Than Anything That Comes Out Of Taylor Momsen's Mouth Nowadays, Seriously, Taylor, You Call That Crud You Sing Music?

This Message Brought To You By The Taylor Momsen Get A Life Foundation

Returning To His Lair, We Get A Couple Of Funny Scenes With The Grinch Before We Cut Back To Cindy Lou Who Is Visits 2 Biddys (One Of Them Played By Frau Farbissina) Martha May, The Mayor (Played By Jeffrey Tambor) And His Right Hand Guy (Played By The Ice Cream Man) Who Tell Cindy The Origin Of The Grinch...

Yeah, Seems That The Biddys Raised The Grinch From When He Was A Baby To When He Was A Child (Played By Timmy From Passions RIP) And He Hated Christmas Even Then...

But When He Fell For Martha May, He Finally Got Into The Christmas Spirit, However, When He Was Bullied By The Mayor, He Shaved His....Beard?...(I Never Considered It A Beard But...) Everyone Laughed At The Grinch To The Point He Went On A Rampage And Ran Off To Crumpit...

The Next Day, The Holiday Whobilation Begins As Everyone Votes For A Holiday Cheermiester, This Leads Cindy To Vote For The Grinch At The Mayor's Behest But With Cindy's Words Touching The Town, The Mayor Says Screw It But When The Grinch Doesn't Show He'll Wear The Crown By Default...

So, Cindy Goes Up To Crumpit To Tell The Grinch That He Won To Which He Has Mixed Reactions To, And By That I Mean He's Glad Alot Of People Lost But He Still Doesn't Want To Go...

But After A Long Funny Scene Of Him Figuring Out What To Do, The Grinch Eventually Shows As He Lands In Martha May Whovier's Boobs First...

To Which Some People May Go...

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But I Go...

Despite The Grinch Wanting His Award, He Goes Through All The Contests Before They Get To A Gift Exchange Where The Grinch,..Gets A Razor... As The Mayor Proposes To Martha May...

To Which..,You Can Probably Guess What Happens From There....

The Grinch Goes On A Rampage In Whoville Before Heading Back To Crumpit And The Town Blames Cindy Lou Despite Her Just Wanting Everyone To Spend Christmas Together...

With Tomorrow Being Christmas, The Grinch Decides To Stop Christmas From Coming By Disguising Himself As Santa Claus And Max As His Reindeer, Leading To Our Last Song...

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And...While Carrey Is No Thurl Ravenscroft He Does It Well, But Hey, Anything Is Better Than That Dumb Grinch Rap In The Illumination Animated Grinch Movie...

Seriously, Illumination, What The Hell!?!

Going Down To Whoville, He Starts Swiping Gifts Starting At The Lou Who's Where He Swipes Everything But When He Goes To Swipe The Tree, He's Caught By Cindy Lou, Who He Tells A Fake Story Before Getting Her Water And Sending Her Back To Bed...

With Everything Swiped At The Lou Who's He Moves Onto The Other Whos Houses Including The Mayor Who He Gives A Interesting Gift Which Makes The Me Too Movement And Myself Laugh, Despite Other People Asking "Really, You Had To Go There?"

With Everything Swiped He Takes Everything To The Tip Top Of Mount Crumpit To Dump It, But Before He Does He Goes To Listen As The Town Cries Boo Hoo...

To Which They Do At First, With The Mayor Blaming Cindy Lou For Ruining Christmas But Lou Stands Up For His Daughter Saying He's Glad The Grinch Stole Christmas As It's Not About The Gifts, Contests Or Fancy Lights But About Family...

Hearing The Whos Sing, The Grinch Puzzles Until He Realizes Christmas Doesn't Come From A Store, But Means A Little Bit More To Which His Heart Grows 3 Sizes...

And I Do Got To Admit This Scene Is Hysterical...

But With The Sleigh Starting To Move, The Grinch Goes To Get It But Is Unable To, But Seeing Cindy Lou On Top Of The Sleigh As She Didn't Want Him To Be Alone On Christmas...

The Grinch Manages To Lift Up The Sleigh So Him And Cindy Lou Can Take It Down To Whoville Despite Losing Their Brake, But With The Help Of Martha May, Lou And Cindy's Mom, They Manage To Stop It...

With The Grinch Apologizing, He's Let Off Easy Before Martha May Refuses The Mayor's Marriage Proposal From Earlier As She Loves The Grinch...

So, As The Town And The Grinch Sing, They Head To Crumpit Afterwards For Their Feast As The Grinch Carves The Roast Beast...

And That's How The Grinch Stole Christmas And I Ask Again, How Is This Movie Horrible?

Carrey Is Hilarious As The Grinch, The Makeup On The Whos Are What Whos Look Like In My Opinion, The Sets Are Fantastic With Some Still Up At Universal...

Why People Complain About Weird Angles And The Film Being Smokey Is Completely Ridiculous, And The Reason The Whos Are Corrupt And Materialistic Is A Mirror Reflection Of Us At This Time Of Year, So It Makes Sense To Make The Whos That Way...

So, Yeah, Despite Internet Critics Hating It So Much, I Love The Film And I Honestly Say Don't Listen To Those Morons And See It...

Till Next Time, This Is Duke, Signing Off...

#How The Grinch Stole Christmas #Jim Carrey #Taylor Momsen #Molly Shannon #christine baranski #dr seuss

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Hi!! I'm specifically asking for literally everything you have for the dc/hp au!! I love it soooooo much. I dont care if it's long or short, whatever you want to do, but pleaseee I loved it so much it was amazing, I need more

Okay so I’ve got a lot of thought on this one but let’s start with the basics

Martha and Thomas Wayne died in the first wizarding war. They were the first and one of the very few noble pureblood families to be killed in the war. It was a wake up call that truly no one was safe and the Wayne name became rather infamous.

Bruce goes off to school only a couple years later. He’s sorted into slytherin. A solem, intense child desperate to learn, to fight this war himself, to get justice, to get revenge. Only the war ends before he can. He’s in his early to mid teens when Voldemort is destroyed and Harry Potter becomes the boy who lived. Bruce isn’t totally able to buy it. After everything that happened who can things really be over?

So Bruce makes sure he is always prepared. Always.. a little over a decade later he’s proven right. Because the Dark Lord is back and Bruce believes it the second that Potter boy appears out of that maze with a boy and wild claims, because it only proves what Bruce always knew. The peace couldn’t be real. (Even after the end of the second war Bruce isn’t ever really able to accept peace and hes basically a doomsday prepper for the rest of his life because just in case....)

But he fights in the war and joins the order and in the end they win but it feels empty, because again, Bruce has never been good with peace.

The first time is an accident. He didn’t plan on adopting dick but he hears the story from Jim Gordon family friend and head Auror when he’s commiserating about the struggle to find homes for all the kids misplaced and left without homes or families after this war. Bruce’s heart does out to a boy alone in the world in a way Bruce is achingly familiar with. Within the week Dick is living at the manor with him, and Bruce feel like maybe this is what he needs after the war. A way to keep going good.

Adopting Jason was also a bit of a surprise (honestly Bruce never really set out to adopt really any of his kids) the kid tried to pick pocket him in the middle of diagon alley and he’d just looked so scared and hungry that instead of turning him in he talks him out to eat and Jason tell him his story, and Bruce is noting is not a bleeding heart. So he takes him in and it takes a bit but eventually dick and Jason do start to get along and delight in being absolute terrors together.

Tim’s family was on the wrong side of the war. The child of two posthumously convicted Death Eaters, Bruce has some understandable reservations when Jim asks if he could take the boy in, but Tim is a sweet kid. A few ideas he needs to unlearn but nothing egregious. He bonds with dick over quidditch and with Jason through arguments over the worth of literature. (It endlessly drives Jason crazy that a kid as sharp as little Timmy can hate reading so much)

So that’s the story of how Bruce ends up a father of three young boys within two years and all before he’s thirty. Damian and cass come later on but that is a whole other post that I’ll talk more about if someone asks. Each of the basically has their own plot line for each years. Ugh this has gotten so involved in my head.

Fun little things:

dick spends most of his first year struck by the terrifying realization that he’s been adopted by a noble pureblood family oh no oh jeez is Bruce going to expect him to become his heir? Does dick even want something like that? (Of course he can’t just /ask/ Bruce of course not)

The first of the kids to get a howler is Jason in his third year after he got caught smoking on grounds. Bruce is livid.

Jason had the biggest crush on Headmistress Diana Prince (because I want to include more DC characters in this so I might swap out some more teachers idk) from the moment he saw her.

Once Tim and Steph break up she starts going out with Cass. She likes to joke that she had to figure out some way to marry into the family otherwise how would she hang around and bother Bruce all the time?

#hogwarts batfam #i have all the endgame ships for the batkids planne out #but idk if i want to do anything romantic with bruce #cause if i did it would be clark and i got just no idea how to place him in this one #hogwarts au #batfam #batman #dc #my posts #my post #anon #ask the challenged nerd

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luciferstempest · 6 years ago

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Lucifer x child!reader - Back for more

description: Lucifer finds you after your parents are killed by a demon and decides to take you with him

Characters: Lucifer

warnings: violence, death, sad ending , ooc

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You sat in the closet, hands shaking slightly as you heard the shuffling outside, only a small stream of light beamed into the closet.

"Why are you doing this?" Your mother's voice echoed, it felt louder than it probably was and for the first time in a while, you saw someone come into view through the tiny streak of the closet.

The man had raven hair and a ominous smirk placed on his full lips but perhaps the thing that caught your attention the most, was the silver finish pistol it had aimed at the opposite side of your room.

Then he said something you would never forget, two simple words that your parents had used countless times to inspire you. "Why not."

The shot went off twice before he chuckled, stepping out of your line of view. Your hand went over your mouth as your very breath suddenly felt so loud, your heart beat in your ears as tears threatened at the back of your eyes.

You heard his footsteps echo in your direction, at least that's what you thought, and then you hear a soft snap promptly followed by a thud as he came back into your vision, his cold eyes staring right at you in the closet, holding no more life in them. Your heart beat faster, if that was possible.

Another set of steps echoed. "Every time." You heard a unfamiliar voice sighed. "A little obedience, is that too much to ask." It continued to mutter under his breath while you were damn sure the steps were coming towards you, but it could be just walking past you assured yourself but the next thing you knew, the light streamed into the closet.

You stared up azure eyes, his sandy blonde strands standing up wildly. A slight frown formed on his forehead and there was a slight tilt of his head as he stared at you.

You pushed your body as far back as you could which didn't exactly give you much more space against you and the unfamiliar man.

"You're alive." He stated, his eyes still scanning over you as your eyes switched from him and the dead bodies littered in your room and back to you again. "Most peculiar." He stated again.

His eyes followed yours towards the bloodied bodies before meeting yours again. "Oh, of course. You're scared, a child isn't accustomed to this, are they.." He pursed his lips for a moment before he spoke again abruptly, causing you to jump a little. "Can't very well leave you here alone, can we. God only knows what you've seen."

He offered a hand and when you just stared at it, he decided to continue with the one sided conversation. "Oh, come on. I'm not gonna bite." A smirk grew on his lips. "Unless you ask very nicely."

You took a breath, refusing his help but stood on your own and still silently looked at him.

"Very well, suit yourself. " he muttered. "But for where we are going you're going to have to accept my hand." He stated, once again offering his hand.

You stared into his eyes for a moment before looking at his hand sceptically, glancing at the bodies littered in the room and eventually you locked eyes with him again, he fly placing your hand within his.

A smile grew rapidly on his lips before the wold dissolved, pulling you through the fabric of reality as Lucifer flew you with him.

•• Timeskip brought to you by wings like kotex •• Two years have roughly past since the demise of your parents and the demon, or so you thought. In fact the demon was only sent back to hell to get a run down by Azazel himself but Lucifer never told you that.

The thought of Lucifer being any type of father figure would make any creature laugh but he seemed to care for you, a rare occurrence in itself, but he had taken you in, clothed you, let you lay your demands on any demon and mostly you did as you please but you knew he lived for the torture, that's why he sent you to school, he could deny it all he wanted but you knew it was because he like the suffering it brought you.

Often when you were sitting there, in your own head you'd pray to him and even though you knew he could, he never responded when you were at school.

'This is stupid.' You whined almost everyday in your prayers.

'I don't know why you insist on me coming here.. You know they insult you every morning before they force us to pray.'

'Can I get a puppy.. Or a cat.. Oh, you know what I want? One of those wild cats that's like half lion and I'm going to call it Lucy."

Sometimes you'd forget that you're praying to him and go off rambling about the most unrelated things but honestly, that was the prayers he loved the most, the ones you forget he could hear and he could see who you were, the real person inside your head.

He loved that you'd pray to him either way, whether it was a ramble or just whining, it always brought a smile to his lips though he would never admit it to anyone, if it was common knowledge that he had grown attached, not that it wasn't obvious even though some believed you had a higher purpose, but he would kill entire continents in a single snap of his fingers if he could ensure your safety.

•• This transition brought to you by business in front, party in the back ••

You walked down the halls of the house you were staying in for the last year now, it was way too big for your liking and since there was usually only two demons posted to keep up appearances of your 'adoption', you got quite lonely some times even though you could have anything your heard desired, the thing you loved more than anything was when Lucifer showed up.

He would come at the most obscene times and never for more than a few hours, but those were the moments you cherished but the fact that he hadn't come in a few days worried you, but you told yourself that he maybe just came while you were sleeping and didn't want to wake you but in reality he was searching for a certain demon that had escaped in Azazel's absence.

You heard some commotion and jumped up from your seating position on the floor, thinking Lucifer had come to check on you again, let's just say it wasn't the first demons he had placed at the house..

You walked barefoot into the kitchen and by some miracle you saw something peek out from behind the counter, you frowned a bit, pursing your lips as you walked towards it only to discover it was Thomas, one of the demons stationed at the house. Your hand flew to cover your mouth as you stared down at his bloodied body, Lucifer had never killed the demons in a bloody manner, and never did he leave the bodies where you would find them, you took a step back from the body only to bump into something being you.

You turned around, half expecting Lucifer to be there, every time you had been in danger, from the time that dog growled at you in the park to the time Timmy was being a jerk, Lucifer had always been there when you were scared or upset but this time, you stared up at someone else, the eyes seemed so familiar while the rest of him had changed.

"Hey sweetheart." He spoke in a sickingly sweet tone paired with a smile that was all teeth and malicious intent. "I've been looking for you."

You stepped back, hitting against the counter. Your eyes frantically searched for something to protect yourself with, you settled for a knife and held it out in front of you.

"Come on. What are you gonna do with that." He said nonchalantly. "I thought we'd play a game, don't you like playing games." His tone reverted back to the disconcerting sweet one he had started with. "I had so much fun with Thomas there." A smirk grew on his lips.

You clutched the handle of the knife tighter and swiftly embedded it within his side before fleeing towards the door until you were lifted from the ground by the waist and pulled you back. "Oh no you don't." He said, pulling you into his chest.

"Leave me alone." You yelled, struggling in his grip.

He ignored you for the most part, using one hand to dig the knife out of his side. "This wasn't very nice, you know.." He murmured. "I might have to punish you for that."

You shot your elbow into his stomach as a response and tried to release yourself from his grip.

He growled and placed his hand against your neck, restricting your airway. It wasn't enough to make you lose consciousness but it was enough to make you gasp for breath.

The next thing you see is Lucifer in the blur but your almost certain you're hallucinating.

"See you're interrupting the party again, Lucifer." His voice came from beside your head.

"Jeremy. I had been merciful with you, if you do not let her go, you will never see the light of day again. "

He chuckled darkly. "You think I care? After everything you had Azazel do to me, I would embrace it." He spat. "What is she to you anyway?"

There was silence for a moment as you and Lucifer locked eyes, his expression getting visibly softer before he looked back at Jeremy. "What do you want?"

"What I came for all those years back but this time, you're too late to stop it and this time I get a bonus, seeing you lose something you love."

Jeremy took the knife that was previously embedded in his side and sunk it into your stomach. The moments that happened after, happened so fast that you could barely comprehend. You saw the flash of Lucifer's crimson eyes, you felt the pain shoot through you and warmth flow down your stomach, and then the world shifted as you fell.

"Hey. I'm here." You heard a few moments later as Lucifer came into view, the distinct splash of blood covering his face. He placed a chilling hand to your abdomen and you shivered. "Come on.." He muttered under his breath.

You just stared up at him, holding onto that azure eyes as the world slowed down, your heart beats got louder.

"Why isn't this working." He yelled frustrated, a single salt tear dripping from his eye onto your paling skin.

"Luce." You finally whispered, his eyes immediately met yours. "I'm scared." Your eyes became blurry as the confession left your lips.

"I know." Lucifer spoke, his voice cracking a bit as he realized he was unable to heal the wound. "I'm here." He said, pulling you closer to his chest.

Your hand weakly fisted the material of his shirt as you buried your face into his chest, the blood leaking from your stomach starting to form a puddle around you both.

You breathed in his scent, in his chilling grip you took your last breaths as you succumbed to darkness.

#luciferstempest-writes #lucifer #child reader #x reader

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loki-hargreeves · 7 years ago

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Curiosity Killed The Cat - Bucky Imagine [PART 2]

[PART 1] [PART 2] [PART 3]

Warning: gore

Your P.O.V.

To say I was nervous was an understatement. I was dressed in my red office clothes, a tight pencil skirt, a blouse and heels expecting a meeting with Tony Stark but it felt like a police interrogation. I knew I hadn’t done anything wrong but I was jittery nevertheless.

After what felt like forever, I gathered enough courage to walk further inside the luxurious office. But I felt safer on my feet than on that comfortable looking leather chair. ‘’I heard you put your nose up in old business’’ Tony was the one to break the awfully heavy and awkward silence in the room. Although Tony was speaking, I was looking at Steve. He stared right back at me. Something about his gaze made me feel vulnerable, like he could read me like an open book.

‘‘I uh, well..it’s..complicated’‘ And there I made an even bigger fool out of myself. After this, I would need a lot to drink to wipe this off my mind. With Bucky’s best friend here, I felt horrible. It’s like I had hurt him by researching things for my story. Truthfully, I was ashamed.

Well, it didn’t take long for me to sit down. Although I just walked in here, I felt exhausted. My mind had about a thousand thoughts pondering in there which made my head ache. ‘’Complicated, yes’’ Steve finally said something. But I couldn’t tell whether he hated me, if he thought I was a fool or if he believed me. Tony leaned his jaw on his hands and looked at us through narrowed eyes. ‘’I didn’t mean to d-disrespect anyone’’ I tried to fix my image a little bit. Then, I stuttered.

Way to go me!

‘‘Really?’‘ Tony sighed which startled me. My entire body was tense, my shoulders were nearly pressed to my ears and every breath I took was heavy. ‘‘Tony, let the poor woman breathe’‘ Steve muttered seriously which surprised me. Tony heard him out and sighed, now changing his position. He grabbed a grey pen and leaned against his chair, playing with the pen while thinking. I glanced at America’s mighty son who seemed to help me.

I had no idea what was going on. ‘’Look, I can explain myself. I might even have proof if you want to hear it’’ I tried my best to sound reliable. So far it seemed like they were all ears. The only sound here was the clicking of Tony’s pen. I thought they would like to say something but they seemed to think that of me. ‘’I think I met him’’ I spilled the beans which felt both good and bad. At least I said it but now what?

‘‘Where?’‘ Steve was quick to ask me. It didn’t take a lot of brains to figure out this was important. For a moment, I let reality sink in my mind. If they were curious to hear me out, it meant they had reasons to believe James Buchanan Barnes was alive too. ‘‘The Captain America exhibit’‘ I let him know but soon found myself facing the floor as I hid my embarrassment. I wanted to clear things up, starting with why I was there in the first place.

‘‘I was babysitting this kid who desperately wanted to go’‘ I added shyly. Damn, I was not professional at all today! ‘‘Don’t blame kids. Just admit it, you wanted to go’‘ Tony teased me with a smile. Before I could say anything, Steve cleared his throat. ‘‘Right, we have to be serious’‘ Tony rolled his brown eyes and returned his focus on the grey pen.

‘‘You can’t publish a story about it’‘ Steve told me very sternly. The journal inside me got furious but the other Y/N in me knew better not to fight it. ‘‘Why not?’‘ I decided to question him. Steve narrowed his blue eyes at me and stayed quiet. There he did it again, he was reading me. I tried to match his serious look but I found it rather hard. ‘‘It’s too dangerous’‘ He finally gave me an answer but it didn’t satisfy me.

‘‘So I was right? He’s alive?’‘ I questioned them without hesitation. Perhaps I should’ve thought about that but I couldn’t take my words back. The two of them changed looks and spoke through eye contact. Tony just shrugged and it made Steve sigh. ‘‘Y/N, it’s the best for you if you let it go’‘ He told me very seriously. I could almost swear he was worried.

‘‘You can’t stop me with that. I need answers or else I can’t sleep at night’‘ I couldn’t help but to argue back. Now they knew I could stand up for myself - a bit, at least. ‘‘Y/N, we can not risk anything. Just let the story go, please’‘ Steve tried again. I was beyond pissed I had worked for nothing but when I looked at him, I almost wanted to say yes, fine!

They told me not to publish anything but who are they to stop my own investigations?

‘‘Okay. I will not publish a word about this’‘ I agreed to listen to them, finishing my sentence with a smile. ‘‘I don’t- I don’t understand’‘ Tony noticed something fishy about me. ‘‘You have my word, Tony. I can even sign a paper if you wish so’‘ I offered him kindly. He looked at me for a while until he seemed to let go of his suspicion.

‘‘Alright! Not that that’s discussed, how about we chat about some nicer things?’‘ Tony tried to lift the spirit in the office. ‘‘Thank you for your time, Y/N. I hope you stay safe’‘ Steve ignored his friend completely. ‘‘It’s no problem. I better return to work’‘ I excused myself and stood up. I was surprised when I noticed how weak my legs felt but I completely ignored that.

Steve and I shook hands and man, his grip was steady. Tony walked me out, all the way to the main entrance where we stopped again. ‘’Not to scare you but there might be some really bad people mixed up in this’’ He sighed and tried to look casual, probably just in case someone was looking at us. I glanced at the rooftops but I didn’t see anyone.

‘‘I’ll let you know if anything happens, Mr.Stark’‘ I let him know. That made his playful smile vanish. ‘‘Hey-’‘ He tried to correct me but I was allowed to have my fun. ‘‘You took my story, Tony! Let me have a good time for once’‘ I giggled, turned my back and made my way to my car. ‘‘Drive safe!’‘ I heard him say and then he returned inside.

I smiled although I was disappointed I couldn’t publish anything. It didn’t mean I didn’t seek answers. Meeting the two Avengers only made me even more curious so I knew I would dig deeper. So I got in my car and instead of returning to work, I decided to go home. My boss thought I was after a story so it didn’t matter anyway. As I glanced at the clock, I saw it was already four pm. ‘’I wouldn’t had to return anyway’’ I said out loud.

Good for me.

A knock on my door caught my attention. It was eight in the evening already and I wasn’t expecting guests so I was suspicious. I stayed quiet and made gentle steps as I neared my door. The words I was told earlier were fresh on my mind. I knew I had to be careful so I sneaked all the way behind my door and looked through the peephole. Instead of seeing some maniac killer behind my door, I saw Timmy’s father, Owen. Beside him I saw his son. So I opened the door with a smile.

‘’Hey’’ I greeted the two of them who were actually great neighbours. ‘’Hi Y/N. I hate to disturb you at this hour but I was wondering if you could watch Tim for a while? I forgot my papers at work so I need to pick them up. It will just take a few minutes, half an hour max’’ Owen sounded genuinely desperate for someone to watch his kid.

‘’Don’t worry about it. Of course, I can keep an eye on him’’ I let him know. I saw the relief on his face. ‘’Thank you so much. I’ll get going right away’’ He showed his gratitude. Just like that, Timmy got inside my small apartment and his dad hurried in the elevator. I locked the door and walked inside to find Timmy by my tv. I had the news channel on but I wasn’t watching it. I had been on my laptop, trying to find information to help my own investigation.

‘’Feel free to change the channel, Tim’’ I told the kid while sitting down on my black couch. He grabbed the remote and turned on some children’s channel. Just like that, we both stared at our own screens. I was reading some old newspaper articles about secret experiments but other than that, I found nothing useful.

All of a sudden Timmy broke the silence. ‘’Are you and dad together?’’ The kid wanted to know. My eyes widened of surprise. ‘’No, no it’s not like that, Timmy’’ I reassured him. Truly, the last thing I wanted was for my neighbor kid to hate me for being with his dad. I wasn’t sure why he’d think like that anyway. Owen was a single dad but he had plenty of company for what I knew. A new blonde every weekend. I didn’t really care, babysitting earned me some extra money and I wasn’t going to complain.

‘’Makes sense’’ He shrugged but for me, he didn’t make sense. I just let it pass my mind as I returned to the HYDRA article. Too bad there was no HYDRA anymore, for all that I knew. There was no way I could connect it to James Barnes to it so I had to drop it. But that meant I was back at square one. I had nothing. Honestly, I was so curious I could’ve stolen the security tapes and hire a Private Investigator. Sadly, the only one I could afford without going bankrupt was probably Jessica Jones but she didn’t do cases such as this.

My phone rang in my bedroom which made me sigh. I put my laptop aside and got up, although I didn’t want to talk on the phone with anyone now. Nevertheless, I walked through the small hallway and inside my bedroom. Then I grabbed my phone that had been charging, surprised to see an unknown number. Without thinking about it too much, I picked up.

‘‘Hello’’ I was the first one to speak.

Silence.

‘‘Hello? Who is it?’‘ I tried to figure out what was going on. I heard shuffling in the background, like someone was messing with plastic. It confused the shit out of me.

‘‘It would be such a shame if the kid in your living room died’‘ A very obviously filtered voice said. My eyes widened and suddenly, my heart jumped to my throat. Fear crawled underneath my skin like a virus and made me legs weak. Someone knew Timmy was in my living room!

Just the thought of being watched sickened me. But I was frozen from fear so I didn’t know what to do.

‘‘What do you want?’‘ I whispered, unable to find my voice. Tears were already stinging my eyes because I was terrified. I couldn’t let anyone harm that kid. Who the fuck was calling me? ‘‘Come outside, alone. Do not call the police or we will put a bullet through your window and that kid’s skull’‘ The person on the other line told me.

This was like from a nightmare. Before I could beg for mercy, the person ended the call. I stood in my bedroom, phone pressed against my ear so hard it hurt. It’s like this pure horror paralyzed me but I knew I had to move unless I wanted someone to die. This had to be a sick joke.

‘‘Fuck’‘ I whispered and finally moved. I put my phone in my back pocket and tried to walk but my legs felt as heavy as cement blocks. Somehow, I managed to walk all the way to my living room where I stopped. My eyes scanned my windows and then I looked at Timmy. He had a red laser pointed at his forehead that he didn’t notice himself.

I almost screamed when I saw that. Who the hell could hold a child at gunpoint?! Timmy turned to look at me so innocently. ‘’Who was it?’’ He asked me happily. I probably looked really sick and I felt so too. Instead of saying something, I shook my head. Damn, holding back these tears was hard but I didn’t want to cry in front of Timmy.

‘‘I’m going outside real quick. Go to my bathroom. There’s chocolate there, find it’‘ I told him as casually as I could. There wasn’t a window in my bathroom so he would be safer there. As Timmy moved, I looked outside my window and nodded although I didn’t see anything. Then quickly, I marched to my door although my body desperately tried to stop me. I was trembling from head to toe because I knew some psycho was out there to get me.

The second I was in the hallways, out of my apartment, a sob left my mouth. It echoed so I covered my mouth with both hands, silencing my cries of terror. All I could do was walk further. I made it into the elevator and I pressed the right button. My hand was trembling so bad that even that was a hard task.

Oh God I would die.

‘‘No no no’‘ I whimpered as hot tears oozed down my face. Then I sniffled, starting to lose control of my breathing. The elevator was taking me down and it felt like I was going to hell. I should’ve listened to my boss when he told me it was bullshit! I should’ve listened to Tony and Steve when they told me to drop it!

This was all my fault.

My own reckless behaviour put a child’s life in danger and now I would die.

The elevator stopped and the ding signalled I reached the bottom level. I swear it was so close that I would’ve dropped unconscious right there. The dark hallways looked like they were hiding demons in them. But I had no choice but to walk. I took one step after another, holding my breath as tears escaped my eyes. By the time I reached the main door, I couldn’t stay quiet. I was ugly sobbing as I forced myself to open the door. Immediately, I was met my cold air since I wasn’t even wearing shoes nor outwear.

‘‘H-hello?’‘ I called out with a small voice. That’s when I stepped outside, feet touching the dirty ground. My arms were hugging my body tightly, seeking for safety I didn’t have. So far I saw no one. Only the passing cars in the distance and a few people walking. But I didn’t see anyone there waiting for me. This was a joke, right?

‘‘I’m here!’‘ I attempted to speak normally but it came out as a cry. Still nothing. Some sick freak scared the crap out of me and made me stand here alone crying all by myself. ‘‘This isn’t f-funny!’‘ I screamed and took a few steps more away from the door. That’s when I heard something.

‘‘Be quiet’‘ A dark muffled voice whispered from behind and pressed my lower back with something. I knew immediately it was a gun. My reflexes told me to scream for help but I swallowed my yelp and tried to stay quiet. I was more than just terrified. Simply said, I froze. I didn’t even breathe anymore. I was too afraid to blink, afraid this person would shoot me.

Oh fuck...this couldn’t be happening to me!

The person walked in front of me, circled the gun with him so it pressed my stomach. At first, I couldn’t recognize him. Then I saw the dark brown hair, slightly flowing with the wind. Second I noticed the blue eyes but they were hardly recognizable. It was fucking Bucky!

He was wearing a face mask, black makeup and this weird black costume, looking like he was ready for war. Or a secret mission to wipe some people out of existence. Then I saw his arm. It was a metal arm with a red star on it. I looked back at his eyes and silently asked him for answers I knew he wouldn’t give me. His gaze was empty, like it was a completely different person than the one I met earlier. A completely different person than the man I saw laughing with his best friend.

This was the ghost of a man.

Before I could say a word, someone else did. ‘’Y/N?’’ A familiar voice called out from behind me. It was Owen, Timmy’s dad. Damn it. My eyes shut because I knew this couldn’t end well. When I opened my eyes again, I noticed Bucky was staring at Owen with a deadly glare. It even intimidated me, to say at least. I wasn’t even sure if my pants were dry anymore and I was too scared to think about that.

With no reason at all, Bucky raised the gun and pointed at Owen. That’s when my body acted without thinking. ‘’No!’’ I shrieked and attempted to hit Bucky’s arm. I did it just as he pulled the trigger. As I heard the gunshot, my ears stung and it was followed by a beeping sound.

Did he kill Owen?!

I didn’t even notice I screamed as I turned around. Everything around me was moving in slow-motion, just like in movies. But it was even more frightening. I watched as Owen fell on the ground. He had been shot on the shoulder and blood was already staining his grey shirt. I tried to leap at him to do something - anything! But Bucky hit my head so hard I simply blacked out.

I went limp as a dead frog as the man whose business I buried my nose into shot my neighbor, a father. It was all my fault. And now, I couldn’t do anything to help myself or the bleeding man on the pavement.

[PART 3]

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