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perfidy;tom holland|14

chapter 14: the side-stories

enemies to lovers au/enemies with benefits

chapter summary: harry, tim, the oh shit moments and the ice cream.

pairing: tom holland x y/n

warnings: swearing, alcohol mention, smut mention, angsty (?)

word count: 8k

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social media before you read (IMPORTANT FOR THE CHAPTER) :

before boarding: Haz wants free breakfast, Tim reaches out, and James gets protective

On flight : Tom joins a club, y/n tweets from the sky and Emma reaches out

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So, the chapter came earlier because I had time and inspo and because I really wanted to get to this chapter already. Anyway, huge thanks to @hxpeysuenxs for helping me out to get my ideas straight and also... PLEASE!

Go read ‘the moment’ by @jambrosemc it’s a spinoff which I consider canon for Tim and y/n’s relationship.

In movies they always manage a “meet-cute” moment, you know the guy who's walking his dog and the dog runs off to the girl of his dreams, or the clumsy— why is she always clumsy?—The clumsy girl who accidentally spills coffee on the guy and then he immediately falls in love with her. Stupid and cliché but they never fail. The repetitive script that we all know and adore.

The guy who ends up with the girl, the girl who’s always so different from the rest. The girl who gives up her dream for a guy. You know, those incredible moments at airports when she runs to him and he declares his love, or he stops traffic or… any kind of cute crap we all know and adore. Those breathtaking moments.

The movies, however, never show the “oh shit” moments, the moments when you realize that you’re way deep in love with them. The moment when you know that there’s no going back. The moment when you feel like you’re screwed.

Harry knew of those. Especially of the ‘oh shit’ moment, he’d had it with Y/N, when she’d turned 16. He remembered it, she had only started dating that idiot, Louis. Complete idiot, but y/n didn’t realize it until he dumped her hours before prom, but we already know that story.

But when she turned 16, Louis had thrown her a party, under the … stars and the sea? It didn’t make any sense, not for y/n’s style. But Harry had taken her out after the party, to this café. And after hours and hours of talking and laughing. He remembered seeing y/n look outside, at the cars, and then chuckle to herself. And Harry thought she was the most beautiful girl he would ever see, with the most melodic laugh the most perfect smile.

And that’s when Harry thought: “Oh, shit.”

Harry also knew of the typical “meet-cute”, he’d heard of one and he’d lived one. Which wasn’t exactly how they’d met but… how one of them had realized of the existence of the other.

Timmy and y/n had had one, long before they officially met. Harry had heard from Tim how he’d “met her” long before they’d met, the meet cute turned into the ‘oh shit’.

Tim had already seen her, they had a class together, and the way Timmy described it, Harry knew it. Tim was perfect for y/n.

“She’d walked in, 16 minutes late to the lecture, she didn’t even have to explain what had happened. Her head was soaking from the rain, she was carrying like twenty bags and she was holding her car keys, to the convertible, now I know exactly what happened….and she’d bit her lip and tried to quietly make her way to the back, and she failed because she dropped everything, and I remember seeing her, stare at her stuff, scoff and then she cursed under her breath, pulled out her soaking notebook and glared at me because I laughed. And I thought she hated me, but I just—I saw a main character, you know? She literally just—God, she looked so pretty. And I thought oh, shit, I don’t even know her and I’m already in love with her.”

They were probably each other’s endgame, and Harry knew that. How difficult it had been for him to finally accept it when they had initially started dating.

But Harry wasn’t bitter about it, because Harry had seen y/n’s light turn off before Timmy. And slowly Timmy had brought y/n back from the death, if that made any sense at all. Y/N smiled again with Timmy, and she would laugh again and she would be herself, and that’s all Harry cared about.

Harry knew that y/n’s sudden downfall had all to do with Tom, even though his brother never addressed that matter. Harry was completely sure that Tom and Y/N would always have unresolved issues because even if Harry didn’t like to admit it to himself, Tom and Y/N made sense, in the most stupid way they could. Even if they didn’t. Such a complicated relationship that Harry knew was only a redundant way to cover up for the fact that they probably both loved each other. Yes, Harry was not dumb and he knew Tom probably had always reciprocated y/n’s feelings. In his own particular way.

It’s easy, when you’re in love with someone you see who else is, because you’re observant, because you know how it feels. Harry wasn’t observant but he knew his brother too well not to notice that Tom practically drooled every time y/n would walk into the room.

No, Harry wasn’t stupid. But Harry had probably been the only one who knew. Or he thought so.

He was very conflicted about Tom, because sometimes it genuinely seemed like y/n was his biggest enemy and that Tom was actually trying to destroy her. But there were other times when Tom wasn’t as good to hide up the fact that y/n made him blush.

Our bodies never help us to hide up our feelings, no matter how good we think we are at hiding it and no matter how good of an actor he was. We all get weak. Specially when we are in love, it seems to be the best way to tumble down our walls.

The eyes, Chico, they never lie. And Tom’s eyes didn’t lie. Whether he said he hated y/n or not, Tom’s gaze was only for y/n.

“Y/N only likes me because I’m a movie star,” Tom said once.

But Harry didn’t stomach why Tom had never understood how y/n had loved him way long before he even considered being an actor. She’d said to Harry after Tom had gone to prom with her, how she also quite could figure it out.

Harry remembered how Tom had broken her heart back then, he’d just been cast as Spiderman.

“Congratulations, you now get to say Spiderman took you to prom.”

Harry knew Tom and Y/N had kissed back then.

“I think it’s funny how Tom always forgets I loved him before he turned into whatever he is today.”

Tom often did forget that. Tom often forgot that y/n had loved him for a long while now. And he couldn’t really understand why his brother would continuously rip y/n’s heart apart. And why did she choose Tom over the course of the years? Harry had been right beside her, always. But he never said anything.

Harry had almost told her how he felt before she left for Rome. He hadn’t, but he thought that she knew it.

And it had almost happened.

Y/N was almost finished packing, she was roaming around the room.

“I mean it’s the whole summer,” she explained.

“But you’re gonna wash your clothes, y/n,” Harry laughed. “Hey, what if we—take a break? You know, let’s order a pizza or something and then we will come back and finish with all this mess.”

Y/N didn’t hesitate twice.

Harry barely remembered how it happened, they’d ended up on the couch. Like any other night, it wasn’t special, it was just another rainy night in London. The lights went out after a lightning stroke, and y/n only jumped to his arms.

Harry held her close, and she only hugged him back. This wasn’t weird, y/n was affectionate but of course, Harry somehow felt it was his last chance.

He only stared deep into her eyes, and she sensed it. His eyes travelled down to her lips, and they stayed quiet, for a bit. Harry hesitated on whether he should make a move or not. He only leaned in slightly, and her gaze was scared, but she was leaning over, too. But maybe they had been tired, or maybe it had been the moment. But both of them knew it was wrong, and both of them pulled away before they could even get closer. She stood up quickly, out of his grasp.

“Uh, I’ll… I’ll continue packing, sorry, I uh…” She didn’t say anything. “No…”

“I’m sorry… I yeah, let’s get to packing--”

And they had, so vigorously ignoring what just had happened.

“Y/N about what happened-” Harry had said before he left her apartment.

“We will talk when I come back.”

But they hadn’t.

Harry had noticed about three years ago just after she’d come back from Rome, how y/n’s eyes would brighten up even more each time Tom smiled, and how Tom would stop to listen whenever y/n spoke. Harry didn’t mind if they were dating.

Not really.

Though it was a burden to bear, the reminiscent smiles were only a hint for it.

Of course he’d be heartbroken, we can’t control our emotions and feelings. But he’d be happy because if anything, Harry cared too much for his brother. And he genuinely loved y/n too much to impede her from being happy.

And Harry himself had always been skeptical about his own feelings towards y/n. Had it been only a whim caused by a stupid childhood crush? No, it was love.

It was love. There is nothing more painful than to love and know you’ll never be loved back.

But he had accepted y/n and Tom were secretly dating back then, or whatever they were doing. Big was his surprise when they’d seen each other at the club.

Which brings us to our meet-cute, going back to y/n and Timothee.

Harry perfectly remembered how that night had gone, and he knew y/n, and he knew Tom. And Harry wanted an answer, if there was anything that Harry hated was the fact that Tom never admitted it. Why didn’t he?

Or was Harry too dumb and too jealous and blaming the fact that y/n didn’t love him back that he had made himself think that Tom loved her too?

Maybe Tom had never loved her.

But he’d seen y/n fade away that night, he had seen how happiness had left her body. Harry could swear he had heard y/n’s heart shatter on that nightclub when Tom was kissing that pink shirt.

And it wasn’t like this was the first time Tom broke her heart. He’d seen it again, and again, and again. And he’d seen how y/n would only take a deep breath, look away, and ignore the usual cold tear shedding. Harry would always silently offer his shoulder.

But that night, he hadn’t. And he wondered what could’ve happened if he had. Timmy had made her smile even at that precise moment when y/n’s heart had broken into pieces. That’s how incredible Timmy was. Even in the darkest time, Timmy had made y/n smile.

And Harry remembered wanting to fight Tom the very next day, without addressing what was really going on. He only wanted to kick his brother's ass and tell him off for breaking y/n’s heart again, but he hadn’t. Because Harry himself didn’t understand it, if they had been dating why had Tom so deliberately crushed her heart?

That’s what Harry never understood, why would anyone do that? Make them fall in love with you only so you could hurt them? And Harry had seen Tom do it again, and again. Gaining y/n’s trust only so he could break her, betray her in any possible way.

However, nobody had seen what had happened. Tom hadn’t gone home with that pink skirt, after y/n had left with Sam, Tom had drifted away from her, and then had left with Haz and Tuwaine.

Tom had only pulled an act to mess with y/n.

Harry had stayed with the other group, the one with Timmy and Emma. Emma… that was another story.

And the very next day, Harry had seen Tom with tears in his eyes in the kitchen, looking up and asking questions to the ceiling. Swearing to himself.

Harry didn’t talk to him initially, until he saw him coming back with yellow flowers. He seemed nervous.

“Tom, were you and y/n on a date?” Harry had asked him.

Tom watched him. “No.”

“Did she know that?” Asked Harry with venom.

“Yes.”

“Are you fucking sure?” Harry snapped. “You are very aware that she’s got feelings for you.”

Tom looked away. “Well she’s dumb,” Tom said. “She should clearly be in love with you instead.”

“That’s not what we are talking about,” Harry sassed. “Did she or did she not know that it wasn’t a date?”

“No.”

“What was it, then?” Harry asked. “And why did you buy her flowers?”

“How did—“

“Yellow flowers? She loves them.”

“I will go and apologize for making her believe that I could—I dunno.”

“Why do you insist on breaking her heart?” Harry wondered, “she’s—She’s the most amazing girl and you’re so fucking lucky that she loves you. Why would you insist on hurting her? She’s done nothing wrong to you, and her fucking biggest sin is that she loves you, and you did that? You think I didn’t see you? Strolling around giving her hope and making her fall in love with you? Go and tell her you don’t love her, because deep down she thinks you do, and she’s so stupid for believing that. But I swear Tom if you dare to keep that door open for her it’ll only get worse, let her be, and stop playing with her heart. Close that door forever.”

And he saw him leave and then come back, with a bag full of dirt. He saw him, kicking the couch, he heard him yelling and then he saw him, downing beer after beer.

Tom hadn’t spoken to anyone for a few days.

And then y/n hadn’t spoken to any of them for months, she barely answered his texts. She would cancel on their lunch, and she would blame it on school. He’d seen her on campus, without her smile and the usual sunshine that followed her. He’d try to reach out to her but she would back away.

But Harry saw someone there… Tim. Little by little he saw the green eyed fella walking with y/n more and more. And little by little, y/n’s sunshine was coming back.

He had seen her in the halls, walking with him. How Timmy would always make her smile, and blush. And Harry loved seeing that again.

Harry knew that they were probably made for each other. Initially, when Timothee had appeared he wasn’t as fond. You can never be too fond of someone who is also in love with the girl you’re in love with. But for Harry it was different.

For each and every rom-com he’d watched, for research purposes, he claimed, he had seen the perfect meet cute and the guy whom the girl is supposed to end with. And when Harry had once again heard y/n’s melodic laugh back, he knew Tim was her endgame.

And he decided that it was time to move on. And he had, exactly with his “meet cute”, Emma.

Emma had accidentally spilled her drink on Harry. And Harry would be lying if he ever said there wasn’t a strike of electricity when he’d looked into her eyes, like in movies, when the guy meets the girl.

Emma.

Who initially wasn’t fond of y/n, because of course, the girl didn’t even look at her best friend, and there was Timmy, all smitten with her. But Emma had become the perfect friend y/n could ask for.

And the perfect girl Harry could never imagine.

Emma had told him a lot about Timothee.

“It's amazing we bumped into you guys that night, Timmy here had always had a crush on the girl with the cute jeans and dirty sneakers.”

And he fell in love with Emma as an accident. He hadn’t planned it, and neither did Emma. Because it all started as two people hanging out because their respective best friends were in a relationship. Not because they had to, because they had wanted to. And they started to hang out, and Harry knew it, it had been one night under the stars, when Harry knew he was finally over y/n.

And it was great. Until… y/n broke up with Timmy. Old feelings resurfaced. But when it occurred, Harry remembered how she had walked in, around New Years.

He remembered how conflicted he’d been, trying to hold her hand, and how he had briefly opened his heart to her, but it hadn’t felt right. He knew it, he was over her. And though it hurt seeing her like this, he didn’t… feel the same. All he could think about when y/n was crying on her shoulder was Emma. And y/n had become a bittersweet song, an undermining memory.

Emma was an accident, and she’d changed all of Harry’s plans. Initially, she had become a distraction, from whatever Harry was doing at the time, but slowly she dug her way into his heart. Emma was someone Harry would’ve never thought he’d fall in love with, but she was someone who now he never wanted to lose. That’s why he had proposed.

But he had been… conflicted. When Emma told him she’d ask y/n to be her maid of honor...it felt weird.

Why did he feel weird? It was normal, right?

Maybe it was weird because he had a feeling that Y/N probably was again falling into Tom’s spell.

Of course, he had asked Haz and Sam. And they’d denied it. He had asked James, though. He hadn’t denied it, he didn’t confirm it..

“I don’t know.”

Simple answer.

And Harry didn’t, either.

Because maybe it hurt him. But it didn’t hurt him in the way one would think, it would hurt. It hurt in the way that he knew where Tom would go. Again breaking her heart.

So he wondered why y/n was so stupid. How was she going there again? And was she?

Did he have to reach out for her? And why did she keep ignoring him?

He knew he couldn’t be for her this time. Or did he have to?

Why did she keep ignoring him? Why did it bother him so much?

Harry knew. Because y/n was his own first love. And it hurt to think of it that way, but he looked back at it. Like an old memory. An old song.

And he found it funny, how y/n was someone who planned ahead and stuck to real thoughts, and yet she was always finding herself at the crazy curveballs. Which made her stay out of her lane. Out of Harry’s path.

But maybe they were meant to stay that way, with their paths never touching, and their words never colliding. Only for a friendship.

Maybe Harry had to let go off the plan, because he had a new one. With Emma.

That didn’t stop Harry from reaching out to her.

“Hello? Harry! Hello!” Y/N answered facetime. She was in the lobby, and she seemed tired, but her smile brightened up as soon as she saw her best friend.

“Hey! How is it going?” Harry grinned as soon as he had seen her.

“Good, good, uh, Tom and I just checked in on the hotel,” she explained, her voice was muffled then. “Wanna say hi to your brother?” She moved the phone and Tom gulped but waved.

“Hey!” Was all he said.

“Uh—y/n, I actually had to talk to you, I’ll talk to Tom later so maybe—“

Y/N stayed quiet. “I’ll—give me a sec.” She had turned off the camera.

Harry was sweating, he didn’t understand why he’d taken up the courage to call her. It was late for him, but he couldn’t sleep unless he reached out to her. Because he knew all of this would go wrong and he couldn’t be right beside her.

A muffled Tom could be heard, barely, but he was there. “Yeah, yeah, see you in a bit.”

Which had Harry wondering, were they in separate rooms at the hotel? And why the fuck did it matter?

“Harry!” A cheerful y/n said after she’d turned it back on, she still seemed to be somwehere in the lobby which only made Harry’s suspicion higher. “Hola.”

“Y/N,” Harry grinned. “Salut.”

It was a very stupid tradition they had. They had taken Spanish and French lessons together, yes y/n had learned french even before Timmy and it had stuck, they would randomly say words in either language.

“How’s New York?” Harry asked. “Finally you get to go to your dream place.”

“Well, the airport was nice,” she laughed as she plugged in her earphones. “And so far I’m… in love with the city, Tom said he’ll give me a tour because he…” She laughed. “Knows it so well because he’s Spider-Man,” she mocked

“Oh, don’t trust him, he’ll get you lost in five minutes,” Harry chuckled.

“Wait, it’s like 1 am over there isn’t it?” Y/N chuckled. “Why are you awake? Long day filming?”

“Yeah, a bit,” Harry admitted. “Gosh, it’s been crazy.”

“I bet, but you’re having fun aren’t you?” She wondered.

“A lot,” Harry admitted. “But uh-- I wanted to talk to you about something.”

Y/N cleared her throat. “Uhm… Is it about Emma’s… request?”

Harry didn’t answer. Had she not accepted it yet?

She smiled. “Because I haven’t had the time to answer her, but I’m going to say yes, don’t worry! I just wanted to sit down and write down a whole ass--”

“No, no, it’s not about that--But great!” Harry gulped. “No, no, it’s…”

“Yup?”

“It’s about Tom.”

The end of the line stayed dangerously quiet. She licked her lips and looked away. She didn’t move.

“Y/N?”

“Yeah, I’m here,” she sighed. “I… What about Tom?”

Harry licked his lips. “I know you, y/n, I just… Don’t let him fool you again.”

“He’s not fooling me, I--where are you even coming from?” She coughed, she’d turned stiff. “I.. We’ve become friends and that’s it. We’re getting along.”

“I don’t have to be there to know you’re crushing on him again,” Harry explained. The tweets, the pictures, Tom and y/n constantly bickering on the group chat. James’ answer, the way Harrison had denied it so intensely and...The way that Tom had been ignoring Harry. Harry knew something was going on.

“I’m not,” she answered, but she had bit her inner cheek.

“Look, y/n,” he clicked his tongue. “I’m only worried because I don’t know if I’ll be able to be there with you, and--Tom sooner or later will hurt you.”

“Then you should call him up and tell him not to, don’t call me, I’m not… doing anything,” she snapped then squeezed her eyes shut. “Look, Harry, I can take care of myself, I’ve done it before and…”

“And how did that work out for you?” Harry frowned. “I’m just saying this because I’m your best friend.”

“But are you really saying it because of that, Harry?”

“What?” Harry frowned.

“No… Nothing, I’m just… I know where you’re coming from, but this time I won’t let him hurt me, and I.. I am not crushing on him.”

“Fine, I’m just… worried, okay? And I know it’s hard already...Having Timmy there and-”

She pinched the bridge of her nose. “I--Harry, I’m tired from my flight, okay? I need to go and take a shower and just…You know? I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?”

“Y/N I didn’t mean to-”

“Love you, bye!”

He shouldn’t have mentioned Timmy.

And Timmy truly didn’t know where he was standing. Timothee didn’t want to be too intrusive, but he couldn’t help it. He was jealous, that was unequivocally an understatement, Tom drove him insane. And Tim was getting prepared exactly just for that. Could anyone be prepared to see the love of their life happy with someone else?

Timmy had learned where they were staying. He had debated to himself whether or not he should bring her flowers, but over the course of the years he’d learned that y/n loved flowers, so it might give him a little… advantage.

There was possibly no way that he’d be able to bump into them. He didn’t even know when she’d arrive, and was it creepy? He probably was being creepy. He was standing in front of a hotel with little to no information of whether y/n would be there. He held the peonies as he headed to the entrance, he had to leave this was… no. He was being crazy right?

But he walked in, and he saw her, sitting down, bummed. Her hair resting against her hand, her hair falling down. She looked tired, but radiant at the same time, she looked like a summer song. And he wondered if this was the perfect movie moment, when the guy cheers up the girl and they fall back in love. He could easily run up to her and ask her to love him, and somehow, she’d do it.

But he couldn’t. He just watched her from afar, and if he knew her well enough, he knew she was about to shed a tear. She took a deep breath and tapped her foot anxiously.

What was troubling her? Maybe it had only taken a flight for Tom to break her heart. But… that wasn’t her ‘Tom screwed me over’ face. She seemed angry.

Tim was frozen, he wanted to approach her and be there to comfort whatever Tom had pulled this time but just as Timmy had finally managed to move, he saw Tom getting out of the elevator. Strutting with arrogance.

He stopped to watch the scene, he expected yelling. He thought y/n would turn around to Tom like she always did and yell at him. And Tim wanted to see the bickering, the usual fighting. But there… wasn’t any. Instead, Tom had come to wrap his arms around her from behind and placed a sweet kiss to her cheek. A smile came back to her face as she turned to face him, and they didn’t kiss this time, but the smile she dedicated him was all it took to break Tim. The glance y/n directed at Tom was the gaze Tim had fought so hard to get.

And it only took Tom a stupid kiss on her cheek.

Tim felt it again, the knife all across his chest as he watched them leave for the elevator, her hand clinging to his arm as he would lean over and whisper to her. And time stopped. And Timmy wished he hadn’t walked in to see that, he wished he hadn’t had the incredible idea to give her flowers. He wouldn’t have seen that, he shouldn’t have bought the stupid peonies.

Honestly, he would never get used to seeing that. He felt like someone had cut off a piece of his heart and crushed it right in front of him. Timmy never really understood why she loved Tom. However, he knew y/n didn’t know it either. She’d deny it, she’d avoid the subject. She’d never speak of Tom, unless it was to assure him she despised him. And yet, as the elevator door closed, he saw her, slowly placing a kiss on his lips.

That image had kept Timmy awake all night long, he’d blame it on the jet lag but it was unbearable. Because he wondered where had it all gone wrong? When had he stopped reading y/n?

But had he really?

The next day on set it got even worse, he saw them arrive, fingers locked and that smile Tim had gotten familiar with. The usual tender chuckle. But… was she happy?

She seemed to be, but… Maybe Timmy hadn’t completely forgotten how to read her. She seemed confused, was she?

Tim had brought the flowers again, though he probably shouldn’t have. He should’ve thrown away the peonies. But he couldn’t, y/n loved peonies.

Of course, he couldn’t… give them to her, so he just arranged someone to leave one at Tom’s trailer. Even when he knew that y/n could think they could come from Tom.

But maybe y/n hadn’t forgotten that Tim’s signature flowers were peonies. Hopefully she really hadn’t. But Tom did take the credit for, he’d seen y/n kiss Tom’s cheek.

And it hurt Timmy, but then she saw him… when she saw him, it felt like she knew. She just gave him a sad smile.

Filming for the next few days had been…painful. Y/N and him hadn’t talked, not really. Tom didn’t let her be around, not that he had forbidden it but anytime Tim would get close, Tom would rush in, and pull her close to him.

However, Timmy hadn’t stopped with the flowers, not big arrangement every day, a single peony every now and then, and he’d seen y/n with one, outside the trailer, confused...but she was too busy with Tom. And Tim had gotten to the idea, even if they hadn’t really talked about it. It was obvious. But Timmy faked blindness, even when it was too much to handle.

Like that day when Tom and Mad had slipped while dancing, and y/n let out a loud laugh as she rushed to see him...to see Tom.

“Did you just laugh?” Tom asked, chuckling.

“No,” but y/n couldn’t stop laughing. “Well—I—I… its cause you—“She let out a loud cackle that could even be confused with a snore.

Tim smiled to himself, he missed that laugh. The messy one, the one that told Tim she didn’t care anymore.

“You are still laughing,” Tom now started to laugh with her, as they threw their head back.

Timmy saw it, and he felt it. The way Tom has probably felt throughout their whole relationship. Because what hurt Timmy the most wasn’t that he couldn’t kiss her, what hurt Timmy the most was he wasn’t the reason for her smile anymore.

“Stop laughing!” Tom said.

And then y/n kissed Tom, repeatedly. Her hands cupping his face as she only smiled against his lips.

Well, maybe it did bother Tim.

Because there was just so… much kissing. It seemed like Tom never missed an opportunity to get his lips on y/n. It was so annoying, especially when Tim was around, he seemed to have a magnet to her lips, and his hands always on her waist.

They were disgusting. Other people called them adorable, but Tim called them disgusting.

Because it bothered him, and because he had been right. About all of this. That troubled Timmy enough, let alone the fact that they didn’t care if he was seeing, it was the fact that he had been right all along.

Never would have Timmy thought he’d end up with a cigarette on his mouth as he listened to a pianist on a New York bar. He had a scotch in his hands, and he could only wonder where y/n was. Probably with Tom, Tom probably was taking off her clothes and kissing that sweet spot on her neck that drove her crazy. Her clothes probably were on some fancy hotel floor, and her lipstick would be tattooing Tom’s body. And she probably was smiling, and Tom would get to hear her laugh, and she’d probably be moaning Tom’s name.

And Timmy couldn’t believe it. Where had he gone wrong? What in this world did Tom do to have y/n making a fool of herself for him?

And Timmy cried, even though he wasn’t really a crier, he couldn’t help it. Really, he couldn’t help it. But he soon forgot it, he started drinking with some random girl he’d met at that bar, with pretty eyes and a southern accent, she told him she was there looking for her dreams. And they had gone dancing instead because the piano had bored him, for the first time he was bored of a conversation, and he told her: I just want to dance, and the blue lights had barely helped him to forget y/n, as the girl kept grinding against him, and wrapping his arms around Timmy, but he could only think of y/n and how they were always dancing. But he kept drinking and smoking, and dancing. But y/n stayed on his mind, in his imagination. No matter how loud the music was going, and no matter how good looking the girl was, he couldn’t see anyone but the image of y/n. Because she was everywhere, in the music he was dancing to, in the shirt he was wearing, everywhere.

And Timmy wasn’t the guy to have a one night stand, and yet... He found himself walking out of a random wannabe New Yorker small studio to go back to his hotel. He wasn’t pleased with himself. That wasn’t him. But he had felt lonely, and he wasn’t over her, so he really only wanted to get his mind off of it. It hadn’t helped.

If anything, this was y/n’s fault, because he couldn’t help but think about it. He’d slept with a stranger, but that wasn’t what was bothering him… It was the fact he had danced with a stranger. And dancing, dancing was their thing.

Timothée was crying on the subway.

“I fucked up,” he texted Emma. “I miss her so much and I can’t stand this.”

Emma had called him immediately.

“Talk to me, Tim.”

“Did I wake you up?”

“No, I was… already awake, tell me,” Emma said.

“It’s just hard, Em,” he explained. “I don’t even know what to tell you, now, I feel like I’ve lost her and now, I just I know I fucked up by proposing but I--”

“Timmy, don’t say that.”

“But that was it, she faded away when I proposed, and that’s on me,” Tim sighed. “I should’ve known she wasn’t ready and that we--fuck, I don’t even know, I just want to win her back and be how we used to be, I miss her and her smile and her laugh and-”

“Aren’t you guys talking? I thought you told me you were on talking terms,” Emma answered.

“Not here, not in New York, and fuck, it makes it harder, New York makes it harder,” he explained. “Just before the proposal, we were planning on coming, you know? We had our whole trip planned, and in my head, I would have been walking down this city already engaged, and here I am, walking down to my fucking hotel after hooking up with some-”

“You hooked up with someone?” Emma questioned. “You?”

“Yes.”

“Oh, then it must be bad.”

“I… just, I can’t stand seeing her with Tom,” Tim said. “I just… out of everyone.”

“Hold on-Tom?” Emma asked.

Tim bit his lip, did they not know about this?

“Yes, Tom… I thought you would know,” Timmy frowned. “Didn’t Harry tell you?”

“I don’t think Harry knows this,” Emma explained. “Which… is technically better for me, I guess.”

Timmy didn’t answer.

“I asked her… to be my maid of honour,” Emma explained. “Which I know, I’m sorry I would’ve asked you but…”

Timothée kept quiet.

“We both know she’s got history with the Hollands,” Emma sighed with sadness. “And although these are bad news for you, it…”

“I know.”

“Is it wrong?” Emma asked. “I know you love her Tim but… Is it wrong I still fear how she’ll act around Harry?”

“It’s not her who you’re worried about,” Tim sounded convinced.

“You’re right, but… You know what they say, keep your friends close and your enemies closer,” she explained. “And though she is not my enemy per se, I just can’t help but be anxious around her, after all she was Harry’s first love, and you’ve heard her say it.”

“True love might only be the first one,” Tim answered. “I know, but… I really think you shouldn’t worry.”

“And I really think you shouldn’t worry about Tom,” Emma insisted. “After all, he’s her enemy, and she might just be doing the same thing I’m doing, keeping her enemies close, and we both know Tom will eventually fuck up.”

“You’re right.”

Tim had texted y/n afterwards begging to go out for dinner, and y/n had eventually agreed, but it wasn’t really dinner she’d agreed on. Still, Tim was thinking about it. How he’d been right all along.

Tom did have feelings for y/n, and even if y/n had never admitted it. She had feelings for Tom.

And Timmy knew this, but it’s easier said than done. He couldn’t stomach and map out any emotions, how could he? He had been right, this whole time. But he also knew y/n, and he knew that y/n was someone who always had her mind busy. Thoughts, creativity, lists… many lists. And guilt, y/n would often have to settle down her mind at night if something was bothering her. Even with simple stuff, like if she hadn’t tried an ice cream flavor even when Tim would assure her she wouldn’t like it , she’d have to go the next day to try it. Or whenever a new movie came out and y/n would read the reviews and know she’d hate it, but went and watched it anyway just to be disappointed by it.

So maybe that was what was going on. Tom was the coconut-pistachio cheesecake ice cream y/n so wanted to try, but wouldn’t like in the end. Y/N was dating the terrible reviewed movie right now.

However, the ice cream bumped into Tim, anyway the same day he’d go out for dinner with y/n, holding a peony that Tim had given her that day.

“What are you doing?” Tom frowned.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Tim said, looking down at the schedule he had to follow, he spoke then through the radio and walked past Tom.

“You really think I don’t know these are yours?” Tom frowned.

“Well, I’m helping you out, man, take the credit, for all I know you already are taking it,” Timmy rolled his eyes.

“Why are you doing this?”

Tim watched him. “I just gave her flowers man.” And really that’s all he’d done. He hadn’t even tried to talk to y/n. He didn’t want to intrude. One flower a day didn’t hurt anyone.

“No, no, no, why are you trying to-”

“I’m not trying anything,” Timmy answered calmly.

Tom clenched his jaw. “You lost your chance.”

“It’s funny you out of everyone say that,” Tim snaked. “Seems like chances are given for free.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Why are you angry?” Timmy shrugged. “She is your girlfriend, you don’t have to worry about me--”

Tom didn’t answer.

“Ah, she’s not your girlfriend, yet.”

“Well but she might be.”

“Then why are you worrying?” Tim cackled dryly. “If she is in love with you then she won’t even look at my flowers. And as I said, take the credit man.”

“Exes don’t give out flowers,” Tom frowned.

“Well, I do, I love giving her flowers, and at least I know for a fact she doesn’t cry whenever I give her flowers,” Tim shrugged. “Now, if you’ll excuse me-”

“You don’t have the right to mention that,” Tom frowned.

“Seems like I already did,” Timmy rolled his eyes. “Look, I don’t want to argue with you, you go be happy with her.”

Tom watched him. “You don’t even know what we’ve gone through, and we are very happy.”

Timmy stared at Tom. He truly didn’t understand why Tom was being so bitchy about this, yes, probably it wasn’t fair play giving her flowers. But honestly, Tom had been worse while y/n and Tim were dating, always big gestures, that of course would be erased by any kind of mean words Tom directed as y/n. Always hurting y/n. Yes, Tom had never been a fan of Tom, because he always managed to turn y/n’s light off, only with a glance and y/n would be on the verge of tears. Tom was a monster to y/n. Why the hell was y/n now sprinting with him? Why the hell did y/n kiss Tom the way she was kissing him?

“I don’t have to know much to understand you’ve broken her so many times,” Tim argued back.

“I’ve changed.”

“Have you really, Tom? And does she know that?” Tim had started to walk away.

Tom stayed quiet for a bit, “She does.”

Tim turned around. “I think you’re scared because even if you know her from your whole life, you don’t actually know her.”

Tom frowned. “I know her perfectly.”

“But for your own conveniences, you know how to make her cry, you know how to break her, but that’s it,” Tim raised his arms, shrugging.

Tom clenched his jaw. “You’re just angry that she’s screaming my name now,” Tom snapped.

Timothée had to look away. “That’s the issue with you, Tom. You don’t know the magic of y/n,” he told him, shaking his head as he stared down at the floor. “Maybe you managed to get her in bed, but you won’t get to have her completely and you know that, because it’s the little moments that count for y/n, and you don’t get that, you always have to put up a show for her.”

Tom rolled his eyes. “You dated her for only two years, what makes you think you know her more than I do? I’ve known her my whole life.”

Tim chuckled. “I didn’t buy a Polaroid, for instance, I don’t have to fake around her,” Tim explained. “I made her smile with a single peony, because I know she doesn’t need whatever big flower arrangement I know you’re already planning to give her. I know her.”

Tom scoffed. “I don’t need to give you any explanation, and I don’t even know why I’m bothering to argue with you, y/n doesn’t even love you, if she did she would’ve accepted your proposal,” Tom snapped with venom. “Now please stop sending her flowers, and don’t dare to bring her flowers tonight.”

With that, the bad-reviewed movie had walked away. Tim looked away, he was hurt. But not because he’d said that. But because y/n had told him. It just… Didn’t make any sense.

They’d meet at her hotel’s bar. A less formal thing, and Timmy understood.

He had seen her walk out of the elevator, and… Tom had, too. They seemed to be tense, but Tom kissed her cheek anyway before leaving for the entrance.

Timmy really didn’t like elevators anymore.

Y/N walked over to Tim, she didn’t seem… excited.

“Hi,” he greeted her. He hadn't brought her flowers this time. Not because Tom had asked him to, but because he knew it wasn’t the place for it.

“Hey,” she gulped as she watched him. “Let’s… go for a drink, shall we?”

And it was awkward at first. They’d never been awkward but she had been this time, quiet, and she looked sad. They were sitting on the tallest stools in the bar, where y/n was swinging her legs, trying to get a hold of the film canister she’d pulled out at the beginning of their conversation. She had Toyed with it, long enough for Timmy to wonder which of the many film canisters was it. He’d given her thousands of them, with notes, with films… and one with a ring. The canister seemed more interesting than Tim himself. But she looked beautiful, and Tim only wished and longed to go back in time, and have her smile at him like she used to.

Instead they were barely even looking at each other.

“So, have you been exploring the city?” Tim asked her.

Y/N shrugged and smiled. “Not...really,” she admitted. “We—“she cleared her throat. “I’ve barely had the time, you know? Always filming and then I am tired but—Tomorrow I might,” she told him. “Tom has a free day so—“

“Yeah,” Tim watched her. “Anywhere special you want to go? New York has always been your dream.”

“Dunno yet, Tom probably has something planned, something big,” she smiled to herself. “He only keeps surprising me…”

“So uh, you and Tom huh?” Tim had asked as smoothly as he could’ve.

“I… well,” she shifted on her sit. “I guess.”

“It’s okay, I knew it was coming,” he smiled. “I’m happy-“

“Timmy I’m sorry I—“ she looked at him, finally looked at him.

“No, no, I’m happy, as long as he makes you happy,” Tim lied with the most convincing smile he could pull.

“I’m very sorry Tim,” she sighed.

He reached over for her arm, “Y/N, no, I don’t want you to be, really,” he squeezed her arm and then pulled back his hand.

“Are you okay?” She looked at him.

“I feel like I am, but I mean, you can’t really—I mean, I’m as fine as I can be,” he chuckled to himself.

“Tim,” she gave him a sad smile.

“I’m being honest, y/n, one can only be as cheerful as they can while they see the love of their life taken away,” he had said and he’d felt his heart become smaller as he said it.

Y/N watched him. “You really think I’m the love of your life?”

Tim looked at her, she timidly smiled. “I know it.”

Y/N bit her lip. “How do you know that? Who the love of your life is?”

Timmy watched her. Somehow that question felt like an old conversation, of the ones they used to have. He didn’t know why she’d asked it. But maybe his answer would get her back to her senses.

“Well, you feel it. You know?” Tim chuckled. “It’s that breathtaking moment y/n,” he explained as he looked at her. “I guess it’s the person that makes you feel like you’re watching your favorite movie, the one you know you’d never get tired of,”he looked at her lips and then at her sight, she seemed conflicted but she was listening. “The person you feel calm with, the one you only need a smile from and everything turns better,” he grinned. “It’s walking under the rain and feeling warm. It’s… you.”

She looked at him, and then stared at the film canister again.

“What’ve you got there?” He looked at it.

“Ah, nothing,” she gulped. “It’s—Nothing,” she smiled at him. “But uhm, have you had time to explore New York?”

“A little bit, yeah,” he chuckled. More than he wanted to, if he was honest. “I actually got lost in the subway, you know how distracted I am—“

“You’re kidding,” she smiled again.

“No, no, but—“And he started telling her stories, like he used to do. And she listened, and she laughed and she smiled.

And eventually, she put the film canister back in her purse, making Tim wonder what the hell was in it. But it didn’t matter, because she was finally smiling again, and with every single story and with every single sentence, he felt like he was falling back in love all over again. And hours went by, and they didn’t even notice how time had passed. And it felt like old times. Older...times.

But eventually she kissed his cheek goodbye, because she of course had to go back to Tom. Who had walked back into the hotel. But maybe had imagined it, the whole conversation maybe hadn’t gone as espectacular. And this wasn’t a movie, the girl and the guy probably wouldn’t fall back in love just after a conversation at the bar, and maybe it wasn’t breathtaking. And he saw her walking back up to Tom, and kissed his lips. Not his cheek, his lips.

But Tim did have an oh shit moment, it was different from that moment when y/n had walked into the lecture, 16 minutes late. It was the oh shit moment when Tim realized it, the repetitive script we’ve all learned and adored from movies wouldn’t replicate in Tim’s life. Not for now, at least. Because y/n, for once, had liked the ice cream.

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shipsforeveryone · 4 years ago

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Hi there! Can I have some ships please? You are awesome for doing this! With Atla, GoT, Harry Potter, MCU, OUAT, parks and rec, star wars, and Hobbit please? With ask out scenario?(for any of them, which ever you feel most inspired by!)

I'm a straight female (so male ships pls)

MBTI: ISFJ and INFJ (I constantly switch between the 2/the S and N are always pretty much even)

Enneagram: 6w7 and 4w3(i know i know you are only suppose to have 1 but i swear I’m both lol)

House: Slytherpuff (I got both the first time on pottermore and it made me chose one, and every quiz I take anywhere always gives me a dif house each time 😅), and Thunderbird

Love language: Def physical touch, but I'm often too scared to initiate it. But hugs and cuddling are my fav things ever. Also giving and receiving gifts and words of affirmation

Personality: I'm kind of an oxymoron in general, like I'm super duper shy but extremely bubbly and energetic when I do talk. I'm get like super passionate about things and excited about everything and accidently get too loud sometimes. Or, when it comes to school and work I dont talk at all. Really bad with starting conversations and thinking of things to say.

Can be super awkward but like I think cute awkward? Super innocent. I'm annoyingly empathetic, often over little things like someone getting their feelings hurt. Extroverted introvert, I like to be included and go out and LOVE adventures and taking chances but I NEED my alone time to recharge. I can go go go but then i will need a week completely alone.

I get super intimated by guys, especially ones I like/think are cute, hence really the only guy friends I have are gay. I get left out a lot but also create fun for myself and not afraid to go to places alone and have a great time. Always worried about being rejected as I have dad abandonment issues and dance world rejection because of a minor disability(mild cerebral palsy on one side), but sometimes Im so worried about being liked that it becomes a self filming prophecy, I also think everyone always hates me secretly.

I have tons of ambition and passion and am super sweet. Can always find a positive in any situation. I can be super over sensitive tho. I can be super intense sometimes and steam roll but it's because I'm super passionate. I get excited about any and everything. Both a kid at heart and an old soul

Hobbies/interests: Musical theater (cant sing to save my life tho opps), Video editing, dancing, animals (always say I'm gonna die cause of an animal attack cause I want and try to approach and pet every animal I see 🤣), superheros, disney and disney world(worked there as a photographer), history and museums(I love old artifacts and places), traveling and going on adventures, redemption arcs 🤣

Thanks so much and sorry this was so long!

Of course, babe! So I just kinda wanted to input, you can ignore me if you want, but your description of yourself sounds more like an INFP/ENFP than an IxFJ. I would suggest looking up the cognitive functions of each type. To me, you read as a dominant or auxiliary Fi. Also, you may be tritype 469.

I’ll jump to the ships, feel free to ignore that first bit! xx

Avatar: The Last Airebender

OTP - Zuko. I can just see the two of you going to theater performances together. (Though avoiding The Ember Island Players)

BrOTP - Katara

NOTP - Toph

Game of Thrones

OTP - Jon Snow.

BrOTP - Samwell Tarly

NOTP - Jaime Lannister

Harry Potter

OTP - Cedric Diggory

BrOTP - Neville Longbottom

NOTP - Percy Weasley

Once Upon A Time

OTP - Graham / The Huntsman. There is a lot of common ground between you. Up to and including your love of animals. He’d find you extremely honorable and would completely admire you.

BrOTP - Snow White / Mary Margaret Blanchard

NOTP - Emma Swan

Parks and Recreation

OTP - Andy Dwyer. As much as I love Andy and April, I think I might even ship you with Andy more. There’s so much in common, albeit Andy is even more extroverted. So I think you’d be a great balance for each other.

BrOTP - Chris Traeger. Although I think it’s fair to say, pretty much anyone could be BrOTP with Chris.

NOTP - Tom Haverford

Star Wars

OTP - Luke Skywalker

BrOTP - Is it cheating to say R2? If so then Obi-Wan Kenobi.

NOTP - Anakin Skywalker

The Hobbit

OTP - Bilbo Baggins. You’re both safety-seeking types that are also adventurous. So I can easily picture you both running off on adventures together and then going back to Bag End when you’re both socially drained and curling up together with a nice cup of tea.

Asking Out - I think the rest of the Company would have to play matchmaker between the two of you. You’re both too shy to approach the other about your feelings. One night, Kili gets impatient and tricks you into admitting your feelings for Bilbo, not knowing that Bilbo is within earshot. So when you stop by a village the next day, Bilbo asks you if you’d like to have a picnic with him.

BrOTP - Kili. He’d bring you out of your shell and would respect your need to be alone sometimes. Plus he’d be the main matchmaker between you and Bilbo.

NOTP - Dwalin. He may be my favorite grump but that’s what he is. An impatient grump.

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shoreearchive · 4 years ago

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EMMA PERKINS RE: PAUL MATTHEWS.

Buckle The Fuck Up.

emma meets paul 5 months after moving back to hatchetfield. she gets a job at beanie’s almost immediately, and she fucking hates brewing shitty coffee, but it’s a job. paul is a semi-regular, she meets him for the first time after she chews someone out for being an asshole over the pastry selection for the afternoon. she thinks she might’ve scared him (or worse, she’s prepared to fight again), but paul is lowkey and just wants some black coffee to go. easy enough.

he shows up more regularly after that. she remembers him because she remembers his order, and he’s a little awkward when he tries to make small talk, but she doesn’t mind. in fact, it’s refreshing, because nearly everyone else in hatchetfield is just as annoying as she remembers.

it takes her longer than she wants to admit to recognize he’s trying to flirt with her. she doesn’t really play into it at first because she just left some dude in another country who wanted to marry her, she’s not ready for anything remotely related to an adult relationship. but paul is nice, and paul is sweet, and he tips her an absurd amount every time he comes in, so she starts to humor him. he’s cute, so it’s not the worst thing in the world.

it’s only when she starts to look forward to seeing him everyday that she realizes she’s fucked. nora doesn’t really catch on, but zoey sure does. and surprisingly, she doesn’t make fun of her for it, either. she helps her play it cool (emma touts herself as a badass, but when it comes to flirting with men, she’s fucking useless), and emma finally works up the courage to write her number on the side of paul’s coffee cup. (she thinks its a really bad idea and tells zoey she’s watched too many romcoms, but zoey really insists that it’s the best thing to do. the text she gets later that evening is enough proof that she did something right.)

they start talking pretty regularly, with emma texting him while she’s at school to pass the time. he’ll text her during his work breaks, too, sometimes asking if she’s there so he can stop by. eventually, they’re just talking all the time, and emma’s actually comfortable enough to say yes immediately when paul asks her out to dinner for the first time. (he’s not what anyone would pin as Her Type -- maybe that’s why emma finds him so fascinating to begin with.)

they go on one date. then two. then three. then they’re hanging out every weekend, on lunch breaks to share some time together, and spending the night at each other’s apartments. she doesn’t call paul her boyfriend for 5 months (despite him asking), but the level of comfort in which she feels when she’s around him is sort of unmatched to anything else. (she has no family left in hatchetfield, and paul’s the first person that’s made her feel like coming home wasn’t a mistake.)

when she does, though, she means that shit. and she surprises herself even more when they reach a year together, and emma says i love you for the first time. not just to paul, but for the first time in her life. it’s very scary and she’s very nervous but there’s something about paul matthews that makes her more open and trusting than she was even 5 years ago, and she lets herself feel that content and happiness because it’s about Damn Time.

she moves in with him (and patricia), and they start to build their own life together. emma’s still going to school, still planning on starting her own pot farm, and paul’s still working for CCRP. they go on vacations and they take stupid trips to ikea and they struggle with putting a fucking bookcase together, but it’s never really painstaking. emma never pictured herself as someone who would enjoy domesticity, but she does. because she’s still herself. she’s just grown up.

they get engaged. they nearly stumble into it, honestly, because emma’s sort of content with just becoming life partners without having a big ceremony or anything like that. but they’re joking around, and she pokes fun at paul, and paul insists she should marry him. and when she agrees, it’s not as life changing as she expected it to be, because it just feels good.

it’s not a huge wedding, it’s pretty lowkey and emma does Not plan a damn thing because she cannot be bothered. she does, however, wear jane’s dress (as gifted to her by tom), and she gets shit faced at her reception, and she sort of lets herself be happy because emma at age 27 would kick her Ass if she could see her now, but current emma would do just the same.

she always equated commitment with giving up, with surrendering your sense of self, but when she first starts dating paul, she never really feels like she’s Not emma perkins. she’s still feisty and driven and she wants more than anything to find her own success in whatever she chooses to do. it’s just nice to do that alongside someone who believes in her, and someone who wants the very same thing for themselves.

in conclusion: they’re soulmates your honor.

#𝐯𝐢𝐢𝐢. i fucking killed it. ────── emma headcanon.#𝐯𝐢𝐢𝐢. we hated you guys. ────── emma feat. paul.#𝐯𝐢𝐢𝐢. i never really wanted anything until i met you. ────── paulkins: apotheosised.

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wolfpawn · 5 years ago

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I Hate You, I Love You, Chapter 97

Chapter Summary - Tom and Danielle are found out, but how does the world and indeed the pair themselves react?

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Rating - Mature (some chapters contain smut)

Triggers - references to Tom Hiddleston’s work with the #MeToo Movement. That chapter will be tagged accordingly.

authors Note - I have been working on this for the last 3 years, it is currently 180+ chapters long. This will be updated daily, so long as I can get time to do so, obviously.

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Taylor who? Tom Hiddleston has a new love.

The luck of the Irish, Tom Hiddleston’s new girlfriend is Irish.

St Patrick was not the only Irish person to banish a snake.

Hiding in plain sight, Tom Hiddleston has had a new girlfriend since last October.

Did Tom Hiddleston cheat on Taylor Swift?

Taylor Swift romance proven to be a contract as Tom Hiddleston walks out with his real girlfriend of almost a year.

Was Taylor Swift romance just a ploy to divert from real girlfriend?

Tom Hiddleston’s new girlfriend, his family clearly approves.

Tom Hiddleston’s new lover, chosen by his mother.

It had been a lunch with Emma and Jack that had finally been when Tom and Danielle were found out. They were due to go to Ireland for a few days the next day before they started their next bout of work, but decided to meet his sister and brother-in-law before going. It was a normal restaurant, but in London, it was flooded with people and as a result, they were noticed easily enough. Fans took photos on their phones and posted them online. It took less than three minutes from the first photo being posted and Luke’s call. Tom gave Danielle a look and she knew it was out; she inhaled deeply, but said nothing, only nodding slightly. Emma pulled her friend in against her and spoke a few encouraging words into her ear before they continued with their meal. When they were done and had decided to leave, there was a glut of photographers outside the restaurant shouting for Tom’s attention as they passed. Jack and Emma had gotten out easily enough and went to their car, Tom and Danielle however, were surrounded. Tom had not wanted to fuel them too much, but he feared Danielle getting overwhelmed, having never experienced anything like it before in her life, so he pulled her to his side, his hand on her waist, her body leaning in against his and they made their way to the car. Neither said anything, both looking straight ahead.

Luke released the information as they had requested; the media eating it up in moments, most elated to get everything they wanted without ever having to do anything for it, some irate that Tom and Danielle had effectively taken ‘their’ exclusive from them. The fans divided into their camps immediately. The obsessive ‘Hiddleswift’ and Taylor contingents getting aggressive; Danielle was fat, boring, ugly, untalented, weird, a stalker, a bully, a girl hater, a temptress and all around horrible person, Tom was the devil incarnate for breaking their goddess’ heart. Those who despised Taylor seemed overall happy with a somewhat more ‘acceptable’ other half for their Internet Boyfriend. Though there were some that loathed her as much as they did any other woman Tom had been linked to, if not more because she had dared to go near their obsession and for that unforgivable crime, they effectively tore her character apart without ever having met Danielle. Then there were the fans, the ones that were utterly gushing over Tom and his new love. They scoffed at those who were adamant that Tom was still with Taylor, they pointed out that they knew it was the same girl as went to dinner with him and his mother, who walked the dog in the park, some eagle-eyed fans had actually figured out it was Danielle in the photo with Tom and Emma Watson on New Year’s Eve. To most, their attention to this detail told them that Tom and Danielle were not some farcical rebound or contractual relationship. She knew his family, she was close to his family and she and Tom had not thrown the relationship into the spotlight, to them, it was legitimate, and seeing Tom with someone that they felt was clearly more on his level, was a cause for celebration. They tried to come up with a nickname for the pair, Ben jokingly texted that “TomElle” was the new big thing. Even though Tom severely disliked it, he did not dislike it enough to not jest about it to an even less impressed Danielle.

She did not tell Tom, or anyone else, but Danielle went online to see what people were saying. Overall, she smiled a lot, elated at how people seemed to realise she was nothing like Swift. She was hurt by some of the comments, but she forced herself to remember that these people did not know her, or indeed Tom for that matter. It was clear from some of their comments no one would ever be good enough, they thoughts she was not smart enough for him, or that her career was incompatible with his, that she was using him; but her mind immediately reminded her of how that very morning, she was the one that was in bed with Tom, him begging her to stop teasing him as she toyed with him and his manhood and that was the most important thing to remember, she had Tom and the jealous internet brats could not take that from her. The one thing that had her smiling above all others were those who hoped they would see more of the pair together, that seemed to think she made Tom happier and more alive again. She was being given credit for things she knew she had no right to be, like his demeanour on the Kong tour and even people who seemed to think her and Mac were what Tom needed and were complimenting her; one page even going so far as to start logging her fashion choices, saying she was the role model for the normal girl, to be yourself and comfortable in yourself rather than depressed, overly skinny and wearing clothes only fit for a ridiculous runway, the word ‘wholesome’ was being used again, but this time it did not bother her as much.

There was one picture that was doing more rounds than any other, the one they had chosen to give themselves, Mac was front and centre, having photo bombed the selfie Tom had attempted to take only to cause both to laugh and lead to an incredibly honest and fun photo. Even those were not fans of Tom’s were commenting on how they had dealt with their being found out and the photo being perfect and honest and open.

Luke had also added that the pair asked for people to respect their privacy, that Tom wanted to remind people that Danielle was not a celebrity, she did not wish to be one, she simply fell for one so to give her some modicum of privacy, he knew that it was showing a rag to a bull to some, that there would be those who would hound her more, but most, it was clear, were only going for them when in public, still not ideal, but Danielle was willing to take it.

Tom seemed almost meek when he came into the sitting room with two cups of tea. “Hey.”

She smiled back happily at him, “Hello, what has you all shy?” “How are you with everything?” “Good, well, I mean, it was full-on, the world now knows I exist, which is odd, but fine,” She smiled reassuringly.

“I wish you never had to go through this, I wish I was just some ordinary person.”

“Tom, stop, you don’t mean that, you are you, and I knew that from the start.” She pointed out. “We knew this would happen, we elected to allow it by going in public, it has happened and it can’t un-happen so let’s just get on with things. Are you packed?” Danielle leant forward and took the mug she always used. “I am, the bags are by the door. Are you sure it is a good time to go over?” “Tom, Michael Jackson, Kim and Kanye, Marilyn Manson, Will.I.Am, Beyonce and Jay Z, Elton John and a fuck tonne more people holiday in Ireland all the time and no one ever knows the half of it, it is safe to say, no one cares there. To make a fuss is frowned upon, you get accused of having notions, you don’t want to have notions. Bono has them, terrible things.” “I heard that said before actually,” Tom confessed with a chuckle.

“It may actually be the best time for us to go, no one will expect there. They will see us at the airport and expect us to be going someone hot and foreign, it will send them completely into a tizzy and we will have a few days in cute little B&B’s and not giving a feck.”

Tom sat beside her, “That sounds idyllic.”

“I am going to bring Mac for a walk in a minute, are you coming?” Truthfully, Tom was not in the mood for being harassed a second time in twenty-four hours by cameras, but he knew they would hound Danielle, in a way, he suspected that was her way of asking him to go with her for support, though not voicing her concerns on the matter aloud. “After tea.” “Of course.” On seeing her physically relax, he knew that his assumptions had been correct.

* The walk was awkward. There was a photographer following their every move, and that caused fans to notice Tom as well; meaning there were a couple of them taking photos too. The pair just acted as though they were alone, it was Mac that was less than pleased by those that were following them, though if anything, his eyeing the photographer was what kept the man from getting too close.

“Are you alright?” Tom asked in a low voice as they made their way through the park.

“Fine, I knew this would happen at first, it will be fine, they’ll realise we are just as uninteresting as anyone else going for a walk and get over it soon enough.” Danielle smiled. When they got to a field area, Mac started to jump around, looking back at them. “What?” “That’s my fault,” Tom admitted as he reached into his jacket pocket, producing a tennis ball which caused Mac to focus fully on Tom, sitting in front of him as patiently as possible, his butt barely tipping the ground in his excitement. “We started doing this when you were in Ireland.” “He never chased a ball for me.” Danielle stared between the pair of them.

“Really? He loves it.” “I am not going to lie, I am actually a little hurt.” Tom looked at her worriedly, “Should I not have…?” “Not at you, at him,” She pointed to Mac, who barely glanced at her for a moment before looking back at the ball in Tom’s hand. “Judas.” She unclipped his lead and the dog did a little spin on the spot before sitting waiting for Tom the throw. “Let’s see what we’ve got.” Tom threw the ball as far as he could, resulting in Mac bolting after it, catching it after the second bounce before running back elated with himself. “Why didn’t you do that for me?” Danielle demanded, to which Mac placed the ball at her feet as an answer. “Three weeks I spent trying to get you to fetch, we could have been doing this for ages.” Again, he just looked at the ball. “I am getting one of those sling things that throws it further.”

“I saw them in the pet shop when I got that, are they any good, they are so cheap I didn’t think they would be?” Tom asked as he watched Danielle throw the ball and Mac chased it.

“Yes, they get another twenty or so feet on it sometimes, he’ll love it.” When Mac returned, he dropped the ball for Tom. “Good, we can grab it when we get back then.” He looked to throw the ball again but paused on seeing someone in the distance.

“What?” Danielle looked around, thinking there was an issue, when she spotted someone, she groaned. “Careful of her.” “Yes, we interacted with her before, we walked by and she nearly, as you say, had kittens, that Mac was on the same path as her dog, and it started going insane barking at him and she got rude with me.” “Yes, that happens a lot, small dog owners don’t actually train their dogs or indeed treat them as actual animals and then get all annoyed when some crossbreed or other big supposedly ‘vicious’ breed is calm and their dog goes bananas, and Archibald tends to go batshit crazy.” “Who’s Archibald?”

“That barking rat.”

“She called that thing Archibald?” “Yep.” Tom found himself having to look at the ground as the woman in question came close enough to glare at them, her miniature poodle, beside her, shaved to look like it had been attacked by a lawnmower, the pair merely ignored it as it began to yap incessantly at Mac, whose only concern was why no one had thrown his ball for him. He gave a look of mild disgust at the irritating creature before nudging Tom to get his attention for the ball. “Sorry Buddy.” As soon as the woman and her dog were passed, he threw the ball again.

Danielle noticed the woman taking note of the photographer that had followed them standing nearby, photographing them; she looked between the man and the pair she had seen on a few occasions and held in such contempt, never realising that it was someone of note that she thought herself above. “Well, we have her attention now.” “Who is she?” “She was on the phone one day as she passed me, she is the wife of some Tory idiot that was running for parliament. Dunno if he got in, but she seemed to think that made her someone.” Danielle turned and took the freshly retrieved ball and threw it again. “I don’t know and I don’t care, as long as that rat doesn’t bite me, I don’t want to know.”

“Agreed.” Tom took the ball that time.

After ten minutes, Mac was lying in front of them, giving them both the idea he was done, so they reclipped his lead and walked towards home again, not paying any heed to the photographer. “I’ll get our things, you make sure he goes to the bathroom.” Danielle walked into the back kitchen and retrieved all of Mac's belongings for the kennels as well as the two roller suitcases that were ready inside the door. When she came back out, Mac was in the car, as was Tom. She put his belongings in the back with him, Mac looking at them as she got into the front seat. “He knows he’s going back.” “I think so.” “Am I a bad owner, because I am doing this a lot recently and I feel like I am being pretty shitty.” She looked at Tom sadly.

“You are making sure he is in a place that cares about him and who treat him well, no you are not a bad owner.” Tom kissed her hand. “You are going to be working a bit at home soon, or at least around home, why not see if you can arrange to get a place that will allow you bring him. Ask Branagh if he minds you having him in your trailer. You have his passport, so you can bring him on the ferry to Ireland and France with you if you want and arrange the same there. I have seen actors have their dogs on set before, you can do it too.”

Danielle immediately smiled at that. “That is actually a really good idea.” “Of course it is, I thought of it.” Tom laughed. “Come on, we don’t want to be late.”

#I Hate You I Love You #chapter 97 #tom hiddleston #Tom hiddleston fic #wolfpawn

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nattikay · 6 years ago

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Ok so just ignore the fact that they technically shouldn’t have the kwamis when transformed...this is still adorable!

Also this:

Despite Tikki’s adorableness above tho, for some reason she apparently really doesn’t like it when Emma plays violin

Like c’mon Tikki, it was one thing when she was just starting out but she’s actually pretty good now, cut the girl some slack!

Grandpa Tom also came over to visit his daughter and grandkids for a while!

But good gravy does Hugo look tired. Rough day at school, buddy?

Later on all the kiddos were hanging around at the table. Strawberry started yowling about being lonely so as much as I love to see some sibling bonding, I sent Hugo off to tend to her. I thought he’d have to leave Emma and Louis to do their own thing while he plays with Strawberry, but what does this boy do instead??

hE PICKS HER UP AND BRINGS HER OVER TO THE TABLE so they can all hang TOGETHER HOW SWEET IS THAT?!

He looks kinda surprised here haha, but Hugo and Strawberry’s bond is sooooo cute I love it ;w;

And he goes to get her a toy too--STILL HOLDING HER

BEST PAIR ;w;

Speaking of Strawberry, this is something that happened quite a while ago but I never got screencaps until now.

Tikki and Plagg have a second kitten! A son this time!

He doesn’t live with the Agrestes since their house is full (there’s an 8 sim limit per household, and pets count), so he actually lives with Tom and Sabine next door. He basically looks like a mini Plagg, though it looks like he may have Tikki’s short round ears.

Since he looks like a little Plagg and lives with a pair of bakers, I decided to name him...Plagguette

(you know, like baguettes? The bread? shhhhh let me pretend I’m funny)

But he sure is adorable with Emma!

Remember all those moments of Adrien snuggling Plagg? Well, like father like daughter (or son in the case of Plagg) ;)

While Plaguette seems pretty happy with Tom and Sabine tho, I can’t say I am. Remember when they kicked us out of their house when Marinette tried making cookies? Well, now they got mad again because Louis tried taking a shower. Their grandson!

Like it’d be one thing if they were strangers or even friends, but good gravy Tom and Sabine this is literally your family, your grandson who you are technically babysitting at the moment. Let him shower gosh dangit! D:<

Yyyyyeah Tom and Sabine are super sweet in the show but I gotta admit I’m pretty bitter towards their Sim counterparts rn ^^”

A N Y W A Y S

One day I had the kids go hang out at the Lahiffes’ house after school...but not much hangin’ got done, because Nino heccin’ set the grill on fire!

So everyone was just left in a state of panic!

...well, everyone except Hugo, who didn’t seem to be aware of what was going on and just chilled out with his book:

H u g o w h y ;_;

I couldn’t do anything about the fire right away since only adults can put out fires and I didn’t have any adults in my control at the moment (Marinette and Adrien were both still at work), so I had to just let them panic for a while.

oh no he’s going right towards the fire

hUgO nO

sTAHP

Eventually Marinette and Adrien did make it home and to the rescue!

Sadly I realized too late that I should’ve put them in their superhero suits before sending them in to extinguish the fire...then we could actually have Ladybug and Chat Noir save the day! Oh well, next time I guess haha.

Alrighty, one more adventure for today...to the park!

Yup, just a normal day and...oh geez.

uh huh...keep it classy, Plagg 9_9

...anyways, here’s Adrien hanging with Nino and Plagg (whose face, thankfully, is no longer in his butt)!

Welp, that concludes this episode. Until next time...

#miraculous #miraculous sims #sims 4 #lots of cats in this one lol

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let-it-raines · 6 years ago

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Betting on the Bullseye (23/30)

Summary: Emma Swan loses a drunken bet that means she has to ask her celebrity crush - if you can call him that - to be her date to her office’s annual fundraising gala for Boston’s Children Shelter. Killian Jones is that celebrity. She expects all kinds of humiliation and for her dignity to be completely lost all because of the ridiculousness of the situation.

What she doesn’t expect is for him to say yes.What she truly doesn’t expect is to actually like the man.

Rating: Mature

A/N: I can never thank you guys enough for loving this story so much and letting me know whether by click, kudos, comment, reblog, or hiding out in your comfort zone and simply enjoying! It’s been an absolute thrill to write, and some of my favorite chapters are coming up! 💙

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“So can you tell me again why I’m going apartment shopping with you today instead of Killian being here?”

“Because,” she begins, pulling on a jacket to fight off the early-October chill that’s really coming in this year, the temperatures dipping much lower than usual. All of September was like a blazing inferno until the calendar changed and suddenly a flip was switched for all of Boston to turn into a snow globe…just without the snow. Though, she wouldn’t be surprised if it decided to come early this year with how things are going. “Killian is meeting with the producers of his movie again so that they can do some screen tests with some other actors, so he can’t be here.”

“Okay, but, like, if he’s buying the place, shouldn’t he be here?”

“I mean, obviously Rubes,” she sighs, opening up her front door and holding it open for Ruby to walk through before she can lock it, “but he’s busy and I figured you could give me second opinions. Besides, we’ve already narrowed it down to these places anyways. He knows that he likes them. He just hasn’t physically seen them yet.”

“Well, my dear,” she begins, wrapping her arm around Emma’s shoulder as they walk toward the staircase, “I can be Killian for a day. Just don’t expect me to help you christen any of these places.”

“You know, some things that you think about, they should never be said out loud.”

“But I just love my darling Emma,” Ruby mocks, adding in what has to be the worst British accent she’s ever heard as she kisses her hair. “She’s just so damn pretty and has hair like gold. And my God, I want to marry her and let her have all of my beautiful babies so that we can be on billboards together.”

“Billboards?”

“Out of all of that, your focus was on billboards?”

She shrugs as much as she can with Ruby’s arm on her shoulder as they exit her building and walk to where her car is parked a few buildings over since she couldn’t get her usual parking spot last night. “Kind of seemed like an outdated thing. Figured you’d go with viral videos or something since we’re already so good at making those.”

“If I didn’t know you were talking about the Christmas video thing, I’d swear you were talking about a sex tape. Something to keep in mind if you ever say that out loud again.”

“You have issues.”

“Ooh,” Ruby gasps, moving her arm, “you two could be in Vogue. There we go. That’s where you and all of your pretty, pretty babies can have your pictures taken.”

She snickers underneath her breath, words escaping her for how to even respond to that as they load up into her bug. She is one hundred percent not ready to seriously think about babies right now, but she can indulge in the thought when Ruby is messing with her. She and Killian have casually talked about kids before, but it’s never been anything definite. They just know what they need to know for when their lives come to that point…sometime in the future. Right now they’re simply trying to find somewhere to live.

Plus, if she thinks about giving birth too much she really freaks out. Some shit goes down.

Sometimes literally.

Nope. No. not thinking about that.

“Whatever you say,” she laughs as she sits down in her seat and closes her car door, “but I can pretty much guarantee that you won’t be seeing my face on any billboards.”

“Eh, I could always rent one out myself. Anything is possible when you don’t care about wasting money and going into loads of debt just to mess with your friends.”

-/-

“Damn,” Ruby whistles as Emma trails her fingers along the marble countertop, tracing the gray line that moves throughout the island to break up the monotony of the white. “This is fancy. You’ve even got a view of the water out this window.”

“That would be all Killian’s preference,” she admits, walking away from the kitchen and through the living room to stand next to the open windows that look out onto the water, the docks filled with boats. “His house is on the beach, you know? And he likes to be near the water. I figure he should have at least that.”

“I mean, it’s not like the rest of this place is too shabby.”

“I know, I know. It’s just – ”

“What?”

“It’s so modern, and neither of us are very modern people, house wise. I mean, I’ve never really had the option to do anything other than thrift store ‘oh that’s kind of a cute chair,’ but I do like the traditional stuff. I think the clean lines kind of throw me off. It’s like it’s not lived in.”

“Well, it’s not. It’s new. Didn’t the realtor lady say that when she was showing us around? What was her name again?”

“Dorothy.”

“Like in the Wizard of Oz?”

“Yep,” she sighs, turning back around to go explore the kitchen now that they have free range of the place with Dorothy standing outside very obviously faking talking to someone else so that Emma thinks there’s another buyer. Sometimes she wonders if real estate agents know just how transparent they are. Not that she would ever tell Elsa that. She’s not about to mess things up there, and she’s sure that Elsa is fantastic at her job. Well, she knows she is. Elsa set them up with Dorothy’s agency and helped them find some of these places when they were in California last month. It’s like she’s sucking up even though literally no one can hear her thoughts. “She’s really sweet, but she kind of makes me nervous if only because I think I’m disappointing her whenever I don’t like a place.”

“Well, in all fairness, you probably are. She doesn’t get paid until you pay the big bucks.”

“True,” she admits before opening up the cabinets, checking their depth as if she knows how much space kitchen appliances take up when she owns the bare minimum. “She was flirting with you, you know?”

“Oh, I know,” Ruby agrees, her voice rising in pitch. “That’s why I felt so bad that I couldn’t remember her name.”

“Did her beauty just make you forget everything?” she teases, leaning back to smile at Ruby who’s got her bottom lip between her teeth while her fingers tap across the countertop. “Oh my God,” she gasps, closing the cabinet a little too loudly, “you like her.”

“Possibly,” she huffs, rolling her eyes before she hops up on the counter, legs swinging and heels clicking against the cabinets. She sits on counters a lot, and the white will likely get scuffed. That’s probably something to keep in mind. Apartment shopping is so damn overwhelming when you have to think about things like your friend’s heels scuffing the counters or Brody spitting up on the carpet when Mary Margaret brings him over. And literally a million other things. “I mean, I’ve spent about forty-five minutes with the woman as she shows you apartments in Boston I’d never dare step into on my own, but yeah, I don’t know. I felt a spark.”

“Did you actually just use the word spark to describe it?”

“Yes, don’t judge me. So this place is a no go?”

She nods her head, looking around one last time. “This place is a no go.”

Despite the fact that she and Killian mapped out every one of these places online before requesting a showing, she goes through seven of them hating nearly every one. One of the apartments literally had a bathtub next to a window that could be seen by anyone walking by on the sidewalk, and a home they walked into honestly made it feel like she was on some kind of old Naval boat. Seriously, there were a million different levels that were not shown online and the staircases made her feel claustrophobic. They keep striking out on things, and it’s starting to get a little disheartening.

There’s about a ninety percent chance Ruby is going to have a date after today, though, so at least one good thing has come out of this, especially because she knows that Ruby hasn’t dated much since she and Victor broke up, just a few nights out with people she’s met online that have not turned into anything.

At least those people weren’t murderers. Dorothy doesn’t seem like the murdering type, but you never know.

Such a fun thing to think about.

“So are you familiar with the area?” Dorothy asks as she lets them into another apartment, their last one on the list before they drive to Back Bay to look at a house that Killian likes that’s next to the river. The pictures online looked nice, but she wasn’t completely sold on how close the bedroom window was to a public park. At least it’s not like the bathtub thing.

The risk of murderers being Tinder dates and peeping Toms looking into bedroom windows is not one she’s willing to joke around about.

Her mind is a wonderful place to live sometimes. It’s too bad there’s no real estate there.

No. Wait. That’s weird. She’s really got to stop looking at listings. She might be going a bit mad.

“I’ve been around here to eat a few times,” she admits, walking inside and immediately noticing the floor-to-ceiling windows that she loved online, the view of the harbor in this apartment even prettier in person as miles of water stretch out before her, “but I’ve never looked at the apartments over here. This is gorgeous.”

“Isn’t it? The views are great, and you’ve got to see it at night when all of the lights are turned on. You’ve got a great patio out there with a firepit that’s great for a date or hosting company or even just a quiet night in. You’d also have room for a small garden or something if you wanted to bring a little life in. I think the people who live below here have a nice little vegetable garden.”

“Yeah,” she sighs, walking past the living space to look through the kitchen. It’s modern, but it’s got these wood and copper accents that she really likes that make it feel a little more homey. Killian will love the counter space too. And the appliances. He’s got a thing about the appliances. He’s got a preference about a lot of things, but she doesn’t blame him. She does too. Just not about her appliances. “How many bedrooms is this one again?”

“It’s two technically, but there’s a spare sitting room that can easily be used as a guest or a nursery. I’ve seen that a lot lately.”

“Ems, I think Dorothy might be John Mulaney’s realtor,” Ruby whispers in her ear, and Emma has to stifle her laugh at the reference.

“She also said a guest room.”

“Well, if it’s going to be a guest room, I need to see it for when I come to visit.”

“You live twenty minutes from here.”

“Details.”

She continues to walk around the apartment, snapping a few pictures and sending them to Killian like she’s been doing all day so he can see things a little more clearly. She wishes that he were here, but work is work and no matter where they’re living, they’re always going to miss some things. It just won’t be everything. It’ll be better. Besides, he’ll be able to look on another day because this definitely isn’t a decision she should be making on her own when this is going to be their place.

Damn, that’s still a weird thing to think about after a month of knowing that this is real and that this is happening.

After their initial conversations and telling their families about everything, the excitement of the move and over moving in together wore down a bit so they could seriously think about the practicality of it all. There were a few times where she felt like her heart was actually in her throat while they were talking, but that never lasted long. She loves him, she wants to be with him, and she’s ready to make this step that should be a giant leap but kind of feels like she’s simply walking up to the Nolans’ house, like it’s natural.

That’s terrifying.

It’s also exhilarating.

They’re good, she and Killian. They fit. She knows that they do, and she’s not going to question the good things she has going.

Okay, she’s not going to question them anymore. She’s already done that, and she doesn’t need to continue to do that. She loves him, and this is going to work. They’re going to have a place that is theirs. There’s not going to be as much traveling or as many plane rides. She’s no longer going to need to worry about always having her neck pillow or about time changes when Killian’s at home and not working. She’s not going to get a ticket for speeding to the airport because she’s running late for a flight, and when she wakes up in the morning, there’s going to be the man she loves next to her.

And he’s not going to have to leave.

That’s the best part.

He gets to stay.

She’s so glad that he gets to stay.

Her phone rings in her hand, and she smiles to herself at the face that pops up. “Speak of the Devil,” she sighs as she answers the phone, holding it up to her ear and walking down the hallway to the master bedroom for some privacy.

“Now, Swan, I know I’m devilishly handsome and that you get to benefit from that, but I don’t think that makes me the Devil.”

She hums into the phone as she twists the knob and walks in. The furniture in here is very obviously staged, but she likes it, the bed sprawling out in the middle of the room with a fireplace in front of it and more large windows looking out into the harbor that have blinds attached. She’d bet those are blackout, and if they’re installed already, that means they come with the property. Elsa told her that. There’s some technical term for it, but she can’t remember.

“It just does, babe. Are you on your lunch break?”

“Yeah, I’m about to go grab a sandwich or something from the cafeteria.”

“You sound like a kid at school.”

“I promise you I’m not. It’s been a solid fifteen years since I was in school getting a sandwich from the cafeteria. What apartment are you looking at now?”

“The Seaport District one. Um, I think it’s on Pier Avenue or something. I can’t remember even though we literally got here twenty minutes ago.”

“Oh, I like that one,” he mumbles into the phone while a horn beeps behind him. Is he walking in front of a car? It’s probably a golf cart. There are a million golf carts at the studio. “There’s a view of the water no matter which room you’re in.”

“Yeah, I think you’d like this one even more in person. There’s a lot of room too, and it’s not too modern. I feel like the only options in this town is everything having not been updated for fifty years or it’s like it’s trying to be in the space age.”

“Yeah, I noticed that too. What about the master bathroom and the closet?”

“Um,” she hums, walking away from the window and heading to the door that she assumes is the bathroom, “let me check now. You want to switch the facetime so you can see?”

“That’d be some smart thinking there, Swan.”

“Yeah whatever,” she sighs as she rolls her eyes, hitting the button to facetime him and waiting to for Killian’s face to pop up. When it does, it’s a slightly blurry version of him until she can clearly see his eyes under the baseball cap. “Well hello there, KJ.”

“Hello, darling,” he smiles, waving at her until he drops his phone, the device nearly tumbling to the ground before he catches it. Or she thinks he catches it because they’re still connected instead of the phone shattering. How the hell is he so clumsy sometimes? “Bloody hell, I was almost run over by a golf cart and nearly destroyed my phone. It’s rough having to look at your face.”

“Asshole.”

“Indeed,” he admits, moving his brows across his covered forehead and winking at her. “Now show me this bathroom, love. I need to see if all of your toothbrush accessories will fit in there.”

She groans, throwing her head back even as her lips curl into a smile while she walks into the bathroom, the light blue cabinets adding in a little color to the white marble that covers the countertops and the walls. It’s got the copper accents from the kitchen over both of the sinks, and she makes sure to show it to Killian so that he can see that there is indeed space for her toothbrush and all of its replacement heads. And toothpaste. She can also have toothpaste.

Dental hygiene and all.

Maybe she can have an entire drawer for her floss.

No, that’d be ridiculous. She’ll just share with Killian.

“See, there’s plenty of room.”

“It’s smaller than my house here.”

“Well, it’s an apartment in a crowded city. It’s not going to be like your house. I’ve still got an actual house to look at later today, but it’s smaller too. I really like this place though. I haven’t been too much of a fan of everything else.”

“Yeah, I’d seen a couple of your texts. Is the shower a good size?”

“It is,” she tells him, opening up the door before closing it and walking to the other end of the room for the closet. “And this is the closet. Is it big enough for your clothes and your ego?”

“The clothes, yes. The ego, not so much.”

“Well, I think you’d have to buy the building for that.”

“That is not happening. I guess you’ll just have to stuff it in there.”

“That’s what she said.”

“Well okay Michael Scott,” Killian laughs, his face crinkling with his laugher as he continues to move, the light fading as he enters a building. God, she loves when he smiles like that, and she loves when he’s smiling like that because of her. It’s such a little thing, but she loves when he’s happy.

And being happy isn’t a little thing. It’s a really big thing actually.

She’s glad that she makes him happy. Hopefully indefinitely.

If eighteen-year-old Emma could hear twenty-eight-year old Emma’s thoughts, she would be entirely convinced that they aren’t the same person. But they are. There’s just been some development. Some really damn good development that she’s proud of.

“I saw an opportunity, and I took it.”

“Indeed you did. I like the place, Swan. I mean, we’ll have to look again when I come into town on Wednesday, okay? Just jot down your top three places, and we’ll arrange it with Dorothy to see them. I’ve got to go. I’m going to eat with some of the kids who came in to possibly play my child.”

“Those poor, poor children.”

“Goodbye, Emma,” he sighs, smiling at her. His smile should not be that bright through a screen It just shouldn’t. He’s turning her into a cheesy mess. Mac and cheese would probably be good for dinner. “I love you.”

“I love you, KJ. I’ll keep texting you updates.”

“Thanks, love. Talk to you later.”

“Ems,” Ruby yells, sliding into the closet and nearly tumbling into her, “guess who has a date tomorrow night.”

“You?” she smiles, sliding her phone into her back pocket and stepping back so that Ruby has some room to freak out.

“Yes me. Obviously me. Can we go shopping after this? I’ve looked at apartments with you all day, so this is literally the least you can do for me.”

“Well excuse me, but I’m pretty sure that the only reason you even have a date is because of me.”

“Eh, that’s debatable. We could have met another way. Like, while running or something.”

“How many people do you meet while running?”

“You would be surprised. I’ve got a fantastic ass. It brings all of the peeps to the yard.”

“You don’t have a yard.”

“It was a thinly veiled reference,” Ruby mumbles under her breath as her finger points to count a shelf that Emma thinks is for shoes. Or possibly folded pants and shirts. She’s not entirely sure. It could be for all of it. “When we go shopping, we have to buy you some shoes. Yours aren’t going to fill this shelf.”

“I’m not spending money I don’t have on shoes just so I can fill that shelf. That’s ridiculous. I’m supposed to be saving, especially because I’m still negotiating the raise at work. I think they’re going to agree to it, but I don’t know yet.”

“Ugh, so economical. Why deny shoes when you finally have a way to display them that’s not having them scattered on the floor?”

“Money. You can buy me shoes for my birthday, okay? I have this pair of boots that I have my eye on. Or you can buy me dishes or something. I probably need some of those.”

Ruby literally groans before she starts walking out of the closet, Emma close on her heels. “You are not allowed to turn boring like Marg and David just because you’re getting all homey.”

“If Mary Margaret and David heard you called them boring, they would be the first people to try to prove you wrong by going out, drinking one beer, and then asking if they could go home before nine.”

“In all fairness, sitting on your ass on the couch is a pretty great way to spend a night. This bathroom is fantastic,” Ruby suddenly states, the change in conversation almost causing whiplash. “The lighting is giving me clear skin.”

“I think that’s just because you have clear skin.”

“But I never knew that until right at this moment.”

She snorts, actually snorts, as she walks over to the window that’s at the opposite end of the bathroom. She’s not quite over the view of the ocean from up here, and she wonders how long she’ll have to live here to get used to it.

Oh.

Oh wow.

This is definitely the place. She’s thinking about seriously living here. She can see herself here. She can see them here. She can see a future here.

This is going to be her home.

This is going to be their home.

“So do you like this place, Ems?” Ruby asks as she checks her eyebrow for stray hairs under the vanity lights.

“Yeah,” she admits, looking back out over the ocean, “I love it.”

They look at the house in Back Bay after that, but honestly, Emma knows that the apartment is the one. It really is. She knows the Killian will love it too, and she tells Dorothy that when she sets up another viewing of it for Wednesday when Killian will be back. She really hopes that Ruby’s date goes well because if it doesn’t, that might be the slightest bit awkward. But she thinks it will, and it’s nice to see Ruby excited as they drive the short distance over to Copley so that they can find something for her to wear. It doesn’t take nearly as long as Emma expected, especially with how Ruby can be, and they’re out of there within an hour once Ruby finds a red dress that she most definitely won’t wear with a jacket even though it’ll be cold tomorrow night.

She really might be turning into Mary Margaret, but she doesn’t want Ruby to get frostbite. That probably won’t happen but still. She’ll try to at least get Ruby to wear a coat for a little bit of time.

It’s likely impossible.

After dropping Ruby off at her apartment, she drives home, pulling into her usual parking space and hurrying inside the building so that she can change into her pajamas and fix herself something to eat. She still kind of wants mac and cheese, but since she doesn’t have any, she makes herself a grilled cheese sandwich and some tomato soup (the classics are classics for a reason) to eat in front of the TV. It’s a Friday night sitting on her ass on the couch, and she’s glad for it. Her life has been so hectic lately, and it’s kind of nice for a bit of calm.

Her phone buzzes next to her, and she reaches over to pick it up at the same time that some cheese falls out of the sandwich and onto her chin. She really is so graceful all of the time.

Liam: Do you want me to mail these pictures to you? Or are you going to pick them up when you’re here?

Emma: Can you mail them? I want to get frames for them and have them as soon as possible.

Liam: I’ll put them in the mail on the way to work tomorrow.

Emma: Thank you! You’re my second favorite Jones brother!

Liam: I’m both flattered and offended.

Emma: As you should be. Give Elsa and Aiden all of my love!

She’d called Liam last week and asked if he had any old family photos of he and Killian together or of the two of them with their mom. It’s a really small thing, but she wanted to give Killian a little piece of home in his new one. He’s really insistent that most everything at his house stay the same so that they always have that option for when he’s working there or for when they’re visiting his family and friends, so she imagines that he won’t be packing up many of the picture frames that are scattered throughout his house. The least she can do is ask Liam to go through the few albums of pictures she knows that he has to see if there are any pictures that she can get for Killian.

If they’re going to be living together, it’s going to be a home for the both of them. That’s how it works. She doesn’t have a lot of childhood photos, but Killian does – and they should most definitely be displayed. Liam sent her some pictures (of the pictures, which is obviously the simplest form of inception) of the ones he’s sending her, and there’s this one where Killian is apparently six and has his shirt off with a blue popsicle melted down his chest and his lips tinted the same blue. He’s got this toothy grin on his face, and his mom is sitting behind him in the grass of whatever park they’re in. She’s beautiful, and even through the blurry picture, Emma can see just how happy she is to be spending the day with her sons.

She looks a lot like Killian. They have the same eyes, and like always, her heart breaks for him to have lost someone who was so damn important to him. She wishes that she could have met his mom, but as she knows, it’s not possible. She can honor her memory though, even if it’s the smallest of things.

For the briefest of moments she thinks of her parents. She thinks of the stories she made up of them over the years. She used to want to meet them, to know if her thoughts about whether or not one of them had blonde hair like hers or if they had her eyes. She used to want to know where she got her height from or maybe if her dad had a sweet tooth like her. She wanted to know everything about them. Mostly, though, she wanted to know why they gave her up, why she wasn’t good enough for them.

She’s old enough now, been through enough, to know that it wasn’t about her. They were probably young and irresponsible and couldn’t provide for her. Or maybe they weren’t. Maybe they didn’t want kids. Maybe they weren’t young, maybe they weren’t irresponsible, and maybe life simply hadn’t worked out for them to keep her.

Maybe. Maybe. Maybe.

She doesn’t know. She’ll never know. All she knows is that they didn’t keep her. They didn’t keep her, and it’s not her fault. She still struggles with that sometimes, with the fact that she knows that it isn’t her fault. Because she does know, but that doesn’t keep there from being nights where she doesn’t still feel abandoned and lost. That’ll likely always stay with her, but she’s learned to live with it.

She thinks she’s learned to overcome it.

She’s got this life that she’s built with family that she’s found along the way, and she’s proud of herself and the light that she lets herself live with. Sometimes she uses humor as a defense mechanism, but most of the time, she likes to laugh. She likes to have that light in her life that she missed for so long.

She likes to have a metaphorical blue popsicle melting on her because she was having too much of a good time to eat it all before it melted.

She loves that on the nights where the light fades away, the darkness encompassing her more than usual, she has someone right beside her who understands her in a way that no one else does.

And she loves that she gets to do the same for him, letting him tell stories of love and loss no matter how late into the night it takes.

It doesn’t matter. She’s got the time.

#betting on the bullseye #captain swan fic #cs ff #cs fic

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traveller-lover-dreamer · 5 years ago

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Don’t Forget About Me, 2 | T.H.

Teaser | Part one |

Summary: The day two broken souls collided and the aftermath of the collision.

Pairing: College!Tom Holland X Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4.8K

Warnings: Alcohol consumption again and still some awkwardness but just enough shy smiles to make it okay

The early morning light spilled on the floor of the room as Y/n stirred awake. For a moment, she didn’t know where she was, but it soon came back to her. That and the dehydration. She had to get her hands on a glass of water or she was going to die. Or at least she felt like she was going to.

A soft snore was heard behind her and Y/n froze. She finally remembered that she wasn’t alone and that Tom was sleeping next to her. She glanced over her shoulder. He looked so peaceful, his hair a mess but a serene expression on his face.

She turned back around, deciding to get up to find something to drink. But when she moved, Tom rolled closer to her and put his arm around her, pulling her closer as he nuzzled his face in her neck. Her heart skipped a beat in her chest but Y/n stopped moving, not wanting to wake him up.

She waited for a moment, hoping that Tom was going to wake up by himself. Soon enough Y/n started to feel uncomfortable, her back aching from the position that she was in. She moved a little, trying to turn on her side so that Tom would end up spooning her instead but that was enough to wake him up.

Tom rolled on his back, freeing Y/n who suddenly felt cold.

“Mornin’” Tom mumbled, his voice still sleepy.

“Good morning”, Y/n said, glancing at Tom.

How could his profile look so good too? His eyes fluttered opened and he groaned before turning around, hiding his face in a pillow.

“Fucking hell”, he muttered.

Y/n laughed a little, knowing damn well that he had drunk a lot more than she had did yesterday night. “Hangover?”

“Mmh.”

She smiled before getting up, moving towards her bag to find something decent to get dressed with. She glanced at Tom, who was already looking at her.

“What?” she asked.

“Can’t get over your PJs”, he replied and a smile lazily spread on his lips.

Y/n’s cheeks turned red as she chose what to wear. “M gonna take it off, sorry.”

“Even better”, Tom said cockily.

Her cheeks burned even more as she rolled her eyes. “You’re a dumbass.”

Tom chuckled but didn’t say anything.

“Don’t look”, Y/n said and Tom sighed deeply before hiding his face in the pillow.

Y/n quickly got dressed, watching Tom’s back as she did so to make sure he wasn’t going to look. She sat back on the bed when she was done but Tom didn’t move.

“Tom?” Y/n said.

A soft snore replied to her. She chuckled before getting up and walking out of the room to let the boy sleep. She met with Katherine in the hallway, the girl having just left Harrison’s room.

“Morning, babe”, Katherine said. “How was your night?”

“I slept”, Y/n replied, laughing at Katherine’s disappointed expression. “What? You really thought I was going to have sex with Tom?”

“Well, you two really seemed to have fun yesterday night…” Katherine trailed off.

“Doesn’t mean I was going to have sex with him!” Y/n pointed out.

“So you’re telling me you guys slept in the same bed and did nothing?” Katherine asked.

“Well, we just slept yeah”, Y/n answered.

“Oh well…” Katherine disappointedly let out as the two girls walked to the main room of the cottage.

They ate breakfast talking about the night before, Y/n asking questions about what had happened with Harrison and Katherine telling her all about it. During the day, the two girls stayed inside, not daring to face the cold outside. Y/n supposed that the boys went to play hockey or something because she didn’t see them during the day. At the end of the afternoon, Katherine and she decided to take a nap in their room and they woke up only when someone put the music on in the main room.

“I’ll go take a shower”, Y/n told Katherine before grabbing her bag. Katherine only groaned in response.

Y/n went in the bathroom that was connected to their room and she quickly took a shower. While she was under the hot stream of water, she shut her eyes and sighed deeply. She was still groggy with sleep and for a moment she wished she could go to bed instead of having to party all night but then she remembered that Tom was going to be there and she got excited. She quickly finished her shower and got dressed, choosing the cutest outfit she had brought and then putting on some make-up.

When she was done, she walked back to the bedroom. Katherine was sitting on the bed, scrolling through her phone. The girl raised her eyes from the screen.

“Oooh”, Katherine whistled. “Why did you dress so cute?”

“Uh, why not?” Y/n answered.

“Isn’t it for a certain boy?” Katherine teased.

Y/n rolled her eyes and did her best not to let a smile grow on her lips. “Mmh nah.”

“Knew it!” Katherine exclaimed.

“Kate, I swear!”

“Yeah, right.”

Y/n plopped down on the bed before taking her phone out of her pocket while Katherine went to take a shower. When Katherine came out of the bathroom, the two girls took a shot, much like they had did the day before and then joined Emma, Caroline and Alexa in the main room. The five girls partied together for a while, Y/n looking around the room for Tom but not finding him. She decided to have fun with her friends for the night. It’s not like something had happened with Tom anyway.

It’s only a couple of hours later, when the night was turning to an end, that Y/n saw him in the hallway leading to her and Katherine’s bedroom.

“Hey there”, Tom said as he leaned on the wall, visibly a little too drunk.

“Heyyy”, Y/n replied, a long silence following. Y/n scraped her throat. “How are things going?”

Tom chuckled. “Haz is an ass. Made me drink too much.”

“I’m sure you didn’t try to stop him”, Y/n teased.

“Oops!” Tom tried to hide his smile but it spread on his lips nonetheless.

There was another moment of silence, but then a girl walked by and stopped next to Tom. She had curly brown hair and her eyes were dark. More than that, she was extremely pretty. Like the kind of pretty you see on the cover of magazines and in the movies. The girl glanced at Y/n before resuming her attention on Tom. The two of them exchanged a long look before the girl said “What’s up?”

Tom smiled to her, his eyes turning soft. “Not much, I was just talking to Y/n.”

The girl didn’t even look at Y/n, whose eyes went to the floor as she started to feel uncomfortable.

“You should come, we’ll put ‘Shallow’ on”, the girl said and Tom’s eyes lit up.

“Down!” Tom replied joyfully before pushing himself from the wall and walking away.

The girl turned to look at Y/n. “Good night, Y/n”, she said, a gentle smile on her lips which was contrasting the ice in her eyes.

Y/n watched her walk away, her brows furrowed. She then shrugged and walked to her bedroom. Katherine was already there, snoring on the bed. Y/n grumbled before grabbing her PJs and changing into it. She lied down in bed, in the little space Katherine had left her and she thought about the little exchange she had had with Tom just moments earlier. Who was that girl? And why did she seem so jealous that Y/n and Tom had been talking?

Sleep didn’t come easily that night as Y/n turned in bed thinking of what had happened. She remembered how Tom had been happy to see the girl and she wondered if something was happening between the two of them. If that was the case, then why did Katherine want her to have sex with Tom?

Eventually, Y/n fell asleep, but she didn’t rest much that night. Katherine woke her up early the next morning when she went to the bathroom and Y/n couldn’t fall asleep again. Not that she was still thinking about Tom (even though she totally was) but she just couldn’t find sleep. She decided to get up, knowing that she would be able to sleep only when she would be back at her dorm on campus.

The cottage was silent so early in the morning and Y/n walked to the kitchen, where she made herself a cup of coffee. She then returned to the main room and sat in a comfy couch next to some large windows. Outside the trees were covered in snow as snowflakes fell endlessly and lazily from the sky. It looked so peaceful and Y/n sank back in the couch, enjoying the warmth of her coffee cup. At some point, three deer walked by, stopping to eat some grain the owner of the cottage had spread outside earlier. It looked like a scene taken straight from a fairy tale. Y/n took a sip of the coffee, the warmth spreading inside of her and a content smile grew on her lips.

“What are you doing up so early?” a male voice asked behind her.

Y/n jumped, almost spilling some coffee on her. Her head snapped around, a dishevelled Tom coming into view. He was wearing gray sweatpants with a white t-shirt and surprisingly enough he was pulling off the look.

“Kate woke me up and I couldn’t get back to sleep”, Y/n answered as Tom walked to the couch and sat beside her.

“Sucks”, Tom said. “Haz is snoring like the div he is.”

Y/n chuckled. “Maybe we should have slept together again.”

A cocky smirk grew on Tom’s lips. “Oh really.”

“Well, I mean, sleep together as in sleep in the same bed”, Y/n sputtered out as her cheeks turned red.

Tom pouted. “How disappointing.”

“You know you’re a dumbass?”

The boy laughed, the sound sending a shiver down Y/n’s spine. What was happening to her?

They settled into silence as both of them watched the deer eating outside. Y/n was slightly uncomfortable by the boy’s presence. She couldn’t stop thinking about the girl who had talked to Tom last night before she had gone to bed. Even though the sight of the snow and deer was the most peaceful thing she had witnessed in a while, Tom’s presence was sending her mind into overdrive and she couldn’t quite relax.

She glanced at him before resuming her attention on the world outside.

“So how do you like your first year in college?” Tom enquired.

“Exhausting”, Y/n admitted. “We’re just back from winter break and I’m already dead inside.”

“Tell me about it”, Tom laughed. “I’ve been tired ever since I set foot in America if I’m being honest.”

Y/n chuckled, shooting him a look. “How was England?”

Tom’s gaze found hers as he replied. “Was great. Still is, actually. I came here to study because of the reputation of the college. Plus, my dad did a year abroad here and totally wanted me to follow his path.”

“Nice! Your dad’s a doctor?” Y/n asked.

“Nah, he dropped out of college right after his year abroad to become a comedian”, Tom admitted.

Y/n cocked an eyebrow. “Then why would he want you to study here?”

“Said he found himself in America and he wanted me to find myself too, I guess.”

Y/n smiled. “That’s nice of him.” She paused. “Did you find yourself?” she asked, curiosity seeping into her words.

“I’ve been here for two years and a half so…” Tom trailed off.

Y/n watched him as silence fell between the two of them. “So?”

“Guess I haven’t”, Tom finally concluded, glancing at her.

“You still have plenty of time”, Y/n gently said as she noticed how he had gotten tensed.

Tom nodded. “Yeah, I’m not worried.”

Again, silence grew between the two of them as Y/n drank her coffee and the both of them watched the snow outside, the deer having left during their conversation. Soon enough, people started to get up, the cottage coming back to life and Y/n and Tom’s moment ending. Y/n would have liked to talk to him more, but the same girl she had seen the day before came and sat between Tom and her. Y/n stayed for a moment but she started to feel uncomfortable so she decided to leave them together. She would ask to Harrison what was up between the two when she would get the chance.

Y/n didn’t get the chance to talk to Harrison until a couple of days later. They were alone in one of the study rooms back in college, doing a lab report. Katherine had just left to go get a coffee. Even though Y/n wasn’t afraid to talk to Katherine about such things, she preferred talking to Harrison alone. She loved Kate with all of her heart but the girl had the tendency to talk a lot… which meant that sometimes she talked about some things Y/n had told her not to tell anyone.

Y/n looked at Harrison, who was currently listening to music as he was doing his part of the report.

“Haz?” Y/n said. The boy didn’t react. “Haz!” Y/n said louder. Again, the boy didn’t react. “Harrison!” Y/n yelled.

Harrison’s head shot up. “What?” he asked, taking off his headphones.

“Can I ask you something?” Y/n enquired.

“Yeah?” Harrison looked at her quizzically.

“You know last weekend?” Y/n began. Harrison nodded. “Uh… you know Tom?”

“Div, of course I know Tom”, Harrison chuckled. “What about him?”

“Does he have a girlfriend?” Y/n asked, her cheeks turning a light shade of pink.

Harrison laughed out loud. “Tom is single as can be.”

Y/n couldn’t help the smile spreading on her lips. “He is?”

“Yeah”, Harrison confirmed. “He’s talked about a girl in his year once or twice but yeah, he’s single.”

The hope in Y/n’s heart died down a little. “Oh, he did?”

“Yeah, you probably saw her at the cottage”, Harrison admitted. “Kinda tall, brown hair, brown eyes?”

“Rings a bell.”

“That’s what I thought.” The blue-eyed boy furrowed his brows as he noticed how Y/n’s face fell. “Wait, do you have a crush on Tom?”

“What? Me, having a… a crush on Tom?! You’re crazy, Osterfield”, Y/n stuttered.

A knowing smile grew on Harrison’s lips. “Why would you want to know if he had a girlfriend?”

“Mmmh, you know, we slept in the same bed, I wanted to know if that girl was his girlfriend and if she knew about it”, Y/n explained as her cheeks got darker the more she talked.

Harrison nodded his head. “I see. Well, if that can make you feel better, they’re really close but I don’t think something’s happening between them. Tom would have told me.”

Katherine walked in at that moment, holding two cups of coffee. “Sorry Y/n, I didn’t get you one.”

“Oh, no worries, I don’t drink coffee this late.”

“That’s what I thought”, Katherine said as she sat next to Harrison, giving him one of the coffees. “What were you guys talking about?”

There was a moment of silence and Y/n and Harrison exchanged a long look. Y/n was glad Harrison understood that she didn’t want to talk about it with Katherine because he said something about the project. Y/n’s heart started to beat again when Katherine nodded and went on to explain something that had happened while she had gone to get the coffee.

“I’ve gotta go pee”, Katherine said a while later. “Do you have to go?”

Y/n raised her head from her laptop. “Uh?”

“Do you need to go to the washroom?” Katherine repeated.

“Nah, I’m good”, Y/n reassured.

Katherine nodded and then got up and left. Y/n resumed her attention on her work but noticed Harrison staring at her.

“What?” she said.

“About Tom. If you’re into him, you need to know that he’s had it rough with his ex”, Harrison confided. “They broke up a couple of months ago but he’s not over it yet.”

“Got it”, Y/n nodded.

They continued working on the lab report for a while, Katherine coming back not so long after that. Around 9 pm, Katherine let out a shriek.

“What!” Y/n exclaimed as Harrison took off his headphones.

“Tomorrow’s morning class got cancelled!” Katherine explained. “We’re getting out of here.”

“What, really?” Y/n said as she took her phone from the table. She too saw the notification. “Oh my God, let’s go to the bar!”

Harrison’s eyes lit up. “This sounds like the best news I’ve heard in a long time.”

They shut their computers off, putting them in their backpacks before getting out of the library. On their way to the bar, they saw a group of girls also studying in medicine.

“Hey, are you guys going to karaoke night?” asked one of the girls (Julia, if Y/n had understood correctly).

“Actually, we are”, Katherine replied. “Our class got cancelled.”

Y/n watched as her friends talked with the three girls, feeling kind of out of place. She had never talked to those girls before so she didn’t really know what to say.

“Hey, Z is coming to join us”, one of the girls told Julia.

Harrison glanced at Y/n. They exchanged a look and Y/n furrowed her brows. What was that about?

They got to the bar about five minutes later. They found an empty table not so far from the scene where the karaoke would be held later that night. Y/n, Katherine and Harrison put their bags under the table, next to the wall and then moved towards the bar to get something to drink. They ordered a pitcher of beer.

“Hey guys, can you tell me how everybody’s called?” Y/n asked. “I don’t know those girls.”

Katherine laughed. “Sorry, I forgot.” She pointed towards the girl she was talking with outside. “That’s Julia. Next to her is Laura and the other girl is Liz.”

Y/n nodded. “I’ll probably forget the minute I’ll have drunk a beer but good.”

“And that’s Zendaya”, Harrison said, pointing towards the girl who had just walked in the bar.

Y/n’s heart stopped in her chest. It was the girl. The one Harrison had talked about earlier. Tom’s friend that seemed to be a little more than a friend. Y/n looked away when the girl glanced their way.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost”, Katherine remarked.

Y/n looked at her. “Uh, nah, I’m good.” She grabbed the pitcher of beer and then they all walked back to the table.

“Hey guys!” Zendaya said. While the three friends had been getting their pitcher, she had had the time to sit at the table where the three other girls already were.

Katherine and Harrison sat in the booth next to Julia and Laura, which forced Y/n to sit next to Zendaya. Katherine poured three pints of beer and Y/n quickly took a sip. She had to get a little drunk or she was going to be uncomfortable next to Zendaya all night.

They drank and talked a while and eventually, Y/n realized that Zendaya was actually really nice. She kept asking questions about her, seemingly trying to get to know her more. Her smile was sweet and her laugh was genuine. Y/n guessed that she just had had a bad first impression of the girl because of the way she had looked at her when Tom had been there.

When that first pitcher of beer was finished, Y/n and Katherine went to the bathroom before grabbing another pitcher from the bar. As they made their way back to the table, Y/n’s heart skipped a beat. Tom was there, along with two guys and a girl Y/n didn’t know.

“Oh crap”, she said, stopping in her tracks.

“Tom!” Katherine exclaimed, running over to where the boy was standing.

“Hey love!” Tom replied, a smile spreading on his lips.

They hugged as Y/n walked up behind Katherine, holding onto the pitcher of beer for dear life.

“How are you doin’?” Tom asked Y/n once Katherine stepped aside. He had a goofy smile on his lips and Y/n couldn’t help but blush.

“I’m good!” she replied, her voice a little high-pitched. “You?”

Tom nodded, his grin replaced by a cocky smirk. “Better now that you’re here.”

Y/n chuckled, shaking her head. She then turned to look at Harrison but instead her gaze met Zendaya’s gaze. Y/n looked away, wondering if it was anger that she had seen in Zendaya’s eyes.

“Need help with that pitcher of yours?” Tom asked, unaware of what had just happened.

“Nope, all good”, Y/n said as she walked around Tom to sit beside Harrison.

Katherine furrowed her brows but took the empty place beside Zendaya. She didn’t dare asking a question as to why Y/n looked so uneasy right now. She instead shrugged her shoulder and pour a beer for Y/n, pushing it in front of her.

“Drink”, Katherine simply said and Y/n nodded, taking the beer and chugging it.

The exchange didn’t go unnoticed to Zendaya but she didn’t actually care. She resumed her attention on the conversation she was having with Liz.

The night went on, the karaoke starting a little while later as Y/n kept drinking probably a little more than she should have because of how uncomfortable she felt. Her eyes kept wandering to Tom and Zendaya, who were standing to the side now. Even though she was trying her best to stop looking at them, it was stronger than her. That’s when she noticed how Tom pressed a soft kiss on Zendaya’s forehead before walking away.

Y/n looked away as her heart skipped a painful beat. Harrison had been wrong. Something was happening between Tom and Zendaya. Y/n got up from the table, swaying a little because of the quantity of alcohol she had drunk. She held onto the table to steady herself as Katherine asked her what she was doing. Y/n didn’t reply as she stumbled away, moving towards what she hoped was the bathroom because if she didn’t make it there she was going to throw up on the floor.

Somehow, Y/n made it to the bathroom. Luckily for her, one of the stall was empty and she stumbled to it before kneeling in front of the toilet just in time to retch.

She threw up everything she had drunk in the last hours, including the nachos she had eaten with Katherine earlier. Her throat burned but she couldn’t stop.

“Easy there”, someone said behind her as they pulled her hair out of her face. “You’ll feel better once you’ll have finished.”

The voice was comforting and Y/n held on to it, trying to anchor herself back in the present instead of in the miasmas of the thrown-up beer and food. Slowly but surely Y/n found her way back to herself and she put her hands on the toilet seat to push herself up.

Tears were rolling down her cheeks and she was trembling but still she could manage to see through her tear-filled gaze that Zendaya was the one helping her.

“Goddamn it”, Y/n muttered as she sat down, her back against the stall wall.

Zendaya chuckled before moving towards the sink and coming back with a paper towel. “There, wipe your mouth with that.”

Y/n nodded, taking it and wiping her mouth. She shut her eyes, resting her head on the wall. “I didn’t even drink that much.”

“Yeah, right”, Zendaya laughed. “That’s what we all say.”

A small smile spread on Y/n’s lips and she shook her head. “I mean, I didn’t drink as much as I usually do and I still threw up.”

Zendaya nodded. “It happens. Don’t worry though, you’ll be just fine.”

“I know.” There was a moment of silence before Y/n spoke again. “I should get back to my dorm.”

“Need help getting there?” Zendaya enquired.

“Uh, I’ll ask Kate”, Y/n replied.

Someone walked in the bathroom and Zendaya turned to look at them. They moved into the stall next to Y/n’s and Y/n wondered when the other person had left.

Y/n sighed deeply before putting her hands flat on the floor next to her. She pushed herself up, her breath catching in her throat when a wave of nausea hit her again. She shut her eyes and waited for it to pass before moving again.

“All good?” Zendaya asked.

Y/n nodded, not finding the strength to talk. They walked back to their table, which was now pretty much empty. Only Tom and the people who had come with him were still there. Y/n’s heart sank when she understood that Katherine had left with Harrison, not even bothering to make sure Y/n was fine.

Zendaya sat next to Tom before looking all around. “Uh, Y/n, I think Kate has left.”

“Yeah, noticed”, Y/n sighed. “I’ll still go. Thanks for everything.”

Y/n grabbed her backpack and then started walking to the door, breathing in as the nausea resumed. That walk was going to be a long one.

“Hey, I can walk you home”, Tom offered, making Y/n jump as he put a hand on her shoulder.

Y/n stared at him for a moment, her mind in a haze.

“Okay, I’ll take that as a ‘thank you, I needed it’”, Tom laughed before moving toward the door.

Y/n didn’t move and instead looked over her shoulder. Zendaya was looking her way and she smiled to her before turning to talk to the guy in front of her.

“Are you coming?” Tom asked.

He had reached the door and Y/n still hadn’t moved. “Uh, yeah, I am”, Y/n reassured him. She finally started walking and Tom’s smile found its way back on his lips.

Y/n’s cheeks turned a light shade of pink as Tom held the door open for her. She stepped outside and took a deep breath. The cold air calmed her nausea and she could finally walk without feeling like she was about to tumble down any minute now. Although the concrete sidewalk was icy, which was a risk in itself even for someone sober.

“I don’t live in the dorms so you’ll have to show me the way”, Tom told her.

Y/n furrowed her brows. “Where do you live?”

Tom chuckled. “Haz and I have a flat… sorry an apartment not so far from here”, Tom explained. “Well, I mean, it’s literally over there.”

He pointed in said direction and Y/n squinted her eyes. Tom laughed at her expression.

“You look live a div”, he said.

Y/n glanced at him. “You’re the div who’s pointing somewhere to a drunk girl as if I’m going to know where you’re pointing.”

“Oh, so you’re that drunk?” Tom asked. “Weak.”

Y/n giggled, pushing him. “You’re weak.”

There was a moment of silence as they continued walking towards the dorm and Y/n looked up to the sky only to see stars dancing in a pool of pitch black ink..

“Oof, I’ll keep my eyes on the road or else I’m gonna get dizzy”, she admitted and Tom chuckled.

“Please do, I wouldn’t want to see you throwing up”, he said.

“Such a gentleman, not even offering his help for the damsel in distress”, Y/n shook her head.

“You’re not even in distress”, Tom pointed out.

“And you’re not a gentleman”, Y/n concluded, a smile spreading on her lips at her victory.

“Yet I’m walking you home”, Tom said.

Y/n shrugged her shoulders, not wanting to admit that Tom had won. Tom chuckled and glanced at her profile.

“Don’t wanna admit that I’m a gentleman uh?” he asked.

Y/n shot him a look as her cheeks burned. “Nah.” She paused and then glanced at Tom again, whose eyes were already on her. “Okay, maybe you are.”

A soft smile spread on Tom’s lips, the only proof that he was having an inner celebration about his victory over her.

Y/n looked away, suddenly very aware that she was walking alone with Tom and that he was looking at her in a way that was sending shivers down her spine.

They got to the dorms a little while later. They stopped in front of the door as Y/n fumbled in her backpack for her keys.

“They must be in there somewhere”, she mumbled as she pushed her laptop to the side to see the bottom of the pack. “Oh, there they are!”

She reached down and took them before unlocking the door.

“Thanks for walking me home”, Y/n said as she opened the door.

Tom was standing a couple of steps behind and he smiled to her. “My pleasure, love.”

Y/n’s heart skipped a beat as she just looked at him, standing there with that sweet smile on his lips.

“Text me when you get home safe”, she finally said, a light blush creeping on her cheeks.

She turned around to walk in but Tom called her.

“Y/n!” he said and she turned back around. “Good night.”

Warmth spread in Y/n’s chest as she wished him a good night too before finally walking in the dorms.

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minaminokyoko · 5 years ago

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Godzilla: King of Monsters: A Spoilertastic Review

To get straight to the point for some of you, yes, thank God, this movie is better than Godzilla '14.

For one, the title character is not only in the movie for a decent amount of time, they don't constantly cut away from the action and the film is properly lit so that even in night scenes and scenes with heavy rain, our lizard boi is fully visible. He also is kicking some ass and taking some names, and that's what we came here to see. Thus, it's immediately better than its predecessor.

However, a big problem with the movie is the humans. Not the supporting Monarch team, mind you, but the "family." This is one of the most poorly written families I've seen in a while. It's just baffling. They are very, very unlikable people. You don't really get to know them much, and moments where you do, you just don't like them. They are not easy to root for. It's a very similar problem to a lot of other disaster movies, where they pick a bunch of high strung, angry, selfish people as your leads to the point where you're kind of rooting for the disaster to get them, and that's sadly the other half of this film.

In short, they do the kaiju stuff well, but the humans drag the movie down a couple of enjoyment levels, if you ask me. Let's get to it.

Overall Grade: C

Spoilers ahead.

Pros:

-Godzilla and the other monsters look and sound great. They truly feel like their title: Titans. The movie does a good job of offering scale and giving you different perspectives to understand the size and scope of these creatures, and it's very cool to see some of them in the flesh while others are just named. They name-dropped Kong three times that I counted, but he's still Sir-Not-Appearing-In-This-Movie, which is irritating, but I also think that's for two reasons: (1) they need to build the hype train and sadly this movie is not on track to do well, as evidenced by my theater only having about eight people total in it opening weekend, and they need all the help they can get if they truly want to turn this into a franchise (2) they want to give him and Godzilla an entire rivalry film to themselves instead of just making him an extra here in this movie. Give them the room to breathe and be rivals in their own film rather than just shoehorning Kong into this debut of the other kaiju. But back to my point, the monsters all feel corporeal and intimidating. I really liked Mothra's design in particular. She looks gorgeous and is kind of the Ugly Cute variety of monster. I very much enjoyed seeing these creatures with some good effects given to them (although there are a few spots where it could look better, but WB struggles with this a lot, I've noticed) and the sounds they make are tremendous and impressive.

-The monster fights are pretty solid. I do admit that Pacific Rim kind of raised my bar for kaiju fights even though I know it's not the same story, but that to me is the perfect balance of human characters who are actually likable and useful versus giant monsters. I think it just should be a good blueprint for how to run the show if you're advertising giant monsters blowing up shit and beating the stuffing out of each other. I think the monster fights in King of Monsters are paced well and you can mostly understand where they are in relation to each other and how evenly matched they are. There were also smaller, neat details like seeing Mothra in her larva state then evolve into her adult form. That's very cool and creative and I enjoyed that little detail. The final smackdown with Godzilla and Ghidorah was a good monster mash, and I appreciate them giving it time and not cutting away. Godzilla's finishing move was 100% badass. Kudos to the big Lizard Boi, and kudos to Mothra for coming to help her lizard boyfriend as well against Rodan.

-The Monarch team is dicey at best, but the humans actually did more than just following him around like in Godzilla '14. It was actually a smart idea to introduce the ORCA and the concept of trying to at least either soothe or summon the monsters. I liked it a lot, and it was relatively realistic. We as a species are stupid and would of course try nukes first, but once they learned that these things actually feed on radiation and it makes them stronger, then they would be forced to find alternative options. It allowed the human characters to finally be truly relevant and not just dumb, wide-eyed spectators (although, God, there was a lot of that in this movie) and it gave the whole thing a sort of story.

-Just like the previous movie, Ken Watanabe gave a performance this movie did not deserve. He's just one of those actors where he's so seasoned that even though God knows this movie's script is not fucking Shakespeare, you could still tell that he cared a lot about the project and was easily the best actor hands down.

-I'm glad Emma dies. Fuck her. Thank you for having the teeth to not try and give her some shitty redemption that she wouldn't have deserved anyway. Thank you for sticking to your guns and doing just like Deep Blue Sea and letting the person responsible for all that death take the final bow for her shitty fucking actions.

-This has nothing to do with the canon, but I had a really cool idea: what if Last Action Hero Bad Guy is Tom Hiddleston's character from Kong: Skull Island? Wouldn't that be fucking neat?! It just occurred to me that since Hiddleston's character was probably in his 30's during the 1970's, he'd be in his 70's during this film and he's a tall, thin British dude. I would love it if we got some kind of backstory reveal that something happened that caused Hiddleston's character to turn against Monarch. Wouldn't that be a good idea for a second Kong movie? Seeing the hero turn to the villain for the sake of saving the planet? Man, I like that idea a lot, but that's me.

-I was glad to see Ziyi Zhang return to a big screen movie. I liked her and felt bad about what happened to her career, so it was cool seeing little bits of story, especially about how Asian cultures do in fact consider reptiles to be helpful and not hurtful. That was a neat little mythos thing for me.

Cons:

-As mentioned above, I hated this fucking family. This family is just unbearable. I know the film is ham-fisted in its attempts to deal with loss and tragedy and a broken home, but there is a way to do that. There is a way to write characters reconciling and putting aside a rough history to come together. This is not the way. It's so sloppily written that I was throwing my hands up in exasperation at certain points. They are so unlikable. You see so little of their home life, first off, that there is no real connection to get to know them. This is a common problem in action movies these days, too--they don't know how to set the stage and just rush into action. It's true we come to action movies for action, but that doesn't mean we don't also want to enjoy the characters we're spending time with. We know it's fully possible to have action packed movies with well-written leads. It's been done for decades, so this movie has no excuse for why the three family members are aggressively terrible. Emma is a selfish, thoughtless bitch and her motivations make zero sense. Mark is just an angry ex-alcoholic who just barely is relevant enough to be in the story. Madison is damn near a blank slate daughter archetype with little to offer except to be something to rescue. Even with one brief flashback of when they were happy, we're not given a reason to root for them because you never get to know them and the few character traits they do display are just awful. For that reason, we're gonna give Emma her own bullet point to explain why she is just the worst.

-Emma's motivation is completely ass-backwards. Going the eco-terrorism point makes no fucking sense for what happened to her. Hear me out. I can see what this movie was going for, and I know it's kind of an odd comparison, but what they ended up with is basically blonde Thanos. Fuck this woman. Fuck this woman for deciding that she's right and millions of other people need to die because she thinks she is right about something, and she was fucking wrong. 100% fucking wrong. It made no sense that because Godzilla killed your kid, you're gonna slaughter tens of thousands of other kids to "restore the earth" and make it some kind of utopia. You're gonna subject innocent lives to torture and death and trauma in the hopes that titantic animals you cannot at all control and barely understand will raze everything to ashes and then shit can grow again. This is some deeply white people shit, too. Sorry to pull that card, but yes, this is a full-on white people mentality of doing something that will hurt everyone else BUT YOU and thinking you have the right to make that fucking decision. She and Maddie were somewhere safe, and she told her ex-husband to go somewhere safe too, and then she pulled a trigger that killed millions of fucking people whose only crimes were existing. That environmentalist message was utter shit. Is the earth overpopulated and polluted? Yep. But the fucking solution is not to kill half the goddamn population. The solution is to work together and overthrow the corrupt people keeping us from finding realistic ways to solve the problem, not wiping out half of humanity while you sit in a goddamn doomsday bunker sipping coffee and congratulating yourself. The crazy thing is this blonde Thanos bullshit did not need to happen. Last Action Hero Bad Guy was perfectly fine in this role of basically the kaiju version of Ra's Al Ghul. It made sense for him to be like, "ay, fuck y'all for killing the earth, let's let the monsters have it back and then clean up afterward." All you had to do was keep it the way it was presented to us: he kidnapped her and the kid and forced them to help wake up the monsters. There was no need to for this idiotic Deep Blue Sea nonsense of her agreeing with him and somehow setting it up. Which, by the way, made no goddamn sense because he kills all those innocent scientists in the lab at the beginning of the movie. Did she know he would do that? If so, fuck her. Fuck her in the ass sideways for killing her own teammates. She could have met him somewhere else. What was with the guns and shit if she's the one who came up with this dumb idea? I hate everything about this character and I am glad she died in the end because she was as much a fucking monster as King Ghidorah.

-The dialogue in this movie is atrocious. Look, I get it, it's a generic action movie. But come on. There were seriously points where I just rolled my eyes or threw my hands up in exasperation because there were just so many Captain Obvious comments or unfunny one-liners thrown back and forth. It's painful to endure some of this shit. The "humor" in particular really hurts, because you can see they put pauses after certain lines where they think the audience is laughing, and trust me, no, we were NOT laughing. Stupid shit like telling a character to "hold on" as a fucking maelstrom is trying to blow them away or just other dumb filler dialogue that makes me wanna slap my forehead. It's egregious.

-The Monarch team is still kind of as stupid as the last movie. Not completely, but they were reaching hard in certain cases and they still felt useless. One example that drove me insane was when Godzilla went back to his bachelor pad to recharge, they then say this is where he comes to heal...and then proceed to nuke that shit. And I'm like...bitch, whatchu gon' do now if he gets hurt?! You're just gonna find him and nuke him every single time he's hurt?! What the fuck kind of plan is that? I get that the movie writers wanted a sense of urgency, but that was such an idiotic way to accomplish something needed for the plot. They introduced a cool concept and then eliminated it immediately. Oy. Another example is Mark's dumbass screaming for Maddie like she can possibly hear him at Fenway Park with fucking Ghidorah and Godzilla literally fighting right on top of the stadium. Are you kidding me? My God, Mark is stupid. He did the same thing when he ran into the base with a fucking pistol screaming her name and letting the armed mercs know exactly where the hell he was. I am shocked his dumbass didn't get immediately picked off. Moron.

-Sarigawa's death was some full-on nonsense. Fuck you for killing the only credible actor in the entire movie, and what's worse is that it very much feels like a person of color dying for the sake of some goddamn white people. Because, yes, folks, I'm sorry, this is a white woman's fault. All this shit is because a white woman wanted to be Thanos and now this awesome dude has to sacrifice himself. Fuck off. I hate this point in the story, even though bless Watanabe for giving us the only credible emotional scene in the entire movie.

-Even though she was barely a character, I disliked Sally Hawkins biting it randomly in the first third, and not getting much reverence. No, we didn't know shit about her, but it felt like the movie just said "fuck it" and moved right along like it was no big deal. I don't know why they even bothered.

-How in God's name did they somehow "sneak" Ghidorah's whole ass head out of fucking Boston with no one noticing? It's a giant dragon head! How did you fucking do that and no one saw you bring it all the way to Mexico? I swear to God, this movie is filled with plotholes. I'm fine with them setting up Mecha Ghidorah or just cloning him all over again, but why couldn't it just have been in Boston and they just snuck in during the dead of night and moved it somewhere nearby? That thing is gigantic and it's a hard pill to swallow that they just left without anyone noticing it.

EDIT: A fan corrected me that this was the head that Godzilla ripped off before the end fight, so the above point is invalid. Nice catch! Thank you!

-Nitpick: Did Mothra die? That was unclear. I hope not. She's the Queen. I'll have to ask some Godzilla fans to explain what they thought happened after Ghidorah blasted her in the final fight.

-Nitpick: Good God, these human characters survive shit that would easily kill a normal person and it is a little bit grating on the nerves to suspend your disbelief this hard.

-Nitpick: I hate it when monsters the size of fucking buildings somehow notice tiny ass humans enough to bother giving them their attention or even their ire. "An ant has no quarrel with a boot." I hated it in '98 Godzilla and I still hate it. Something on that scale should not even vaguely bother with one tiny human being, but that's me.

I know I have some very heavy criticisms, but this is still a decent flick if you're just going to shell out for a matinee showing. The monsters are great and entertaining and there's plenty of fighting to go around that is worth a peek, especially the end fight with Ghidorah and Godzilla. It was pretty cool to see in IMAX as well, but I leave that up to you folks if it's worth it.

Kyo out.

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goingknowherewastaken · 6 years ago

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Meet Allie Bennet

► Allie Bennet was created for the Polyvore group In Love With A Celebrity. As the name suggests, she was made to be the fictional love interest of a real life celebrity (Who wants to guess who I picked for the celeb? ;) ). This set was created for her personal information which is listed below the cut. At the very end I am including the requirements that I needed to follow while creating the set.

Enjoy!! ♥

| FULL NAME;

☾Allison “Allie” Bennet

| NICKNAMES;

☾Allie – basically everyone calls her that

☾ Allison – if the full name comes out, then she did something wrong

☾ Al – Byron is really the only person who can get away with calling her this

☾ Picks – a random nickname given to Allie by her friends due to her being a Picker

| GENDER;

☾ Cis Female

| FACECLAIM;

☾ Emma Watson

| DATE OF BIRTH;

☾ 5 / March / 1989

| AGE;

☾ 29

| NATIONALITY;

☾ American, British – She was born in America, but she and her family have dual citizenship.

| ORIGIN;

☾ Before Allie was born, her parents moved from England to America for her mom's job. While both her parents grew up in England, her father's side of the family has Greek traces and her mother's side has French traces. When she was growing up, she gained their accents and never really lost it.

| HOMETOWN;

☾ Portland, Oregon

| EDUCATION;

☾ Allie double-majored when she went to college. By the time she graduated, she had a bachelors degree for both History and Business.

| OCCUPATION;

☾ Allie is a picker and she co-owns a small shop with her brother. They drive around the country, stopping at places that have 'junk' on the property and buy some of that 'junk' to restore/sell in their shop. While both will go out to find items to buy and sell, she mainly stays behind and runs the shop since someone needs to be there and she has the business background.

| SEXUAL ORIENTATION;

☾ Demisexual Heterosexual

| FAMILY;

☾ Marylin Bennet – Mother – Marisa Tomei – 52

☾ Paul Bennet – Father – Nathan Fillian – 49

☾ Byron (Moore) Bennet – adopted brother – Tyler Hoechlin - 28

| FRIENDS;

☾ Byron (Moore) Bennet – brother/best friend/roommate/business partner – Tyler Hoechlin – 28

☾ Larissa “Lacy” Hanlin – childhood friend/roommate – Rose Leslie – 27

☾ Carrie “CC” Clark – college friend/roommate – Paulina Singer – 25

☾ Robert “Robbie” Martin – friend/part-time employee – Darren Criss – 26

| HOBBIES & INTERESTS;

☾ reading, traveling, collecting Breyer horses, restoring vintage items, baking, cooking, clothes/fashion, collecting salt & pepper shakers,

| LIKES;

☾ getting a good deal, seeing others get excited about history, cats, “Say Yes to the Dress”, traveling, donuts, meeting new people, “American Pickers”, people who are just pure little cinnamon rolls, french fries/chips, books and reading, “Expedition Unknown”, Breyer horses, restoring old items, shopping, England, road trips, those ridiculous tourist traps, “Mysteries at the Museum”,

| DISLIKES;

☾ when people make Pride & Prejudice references because of her name, customers who don't know how to listen, spiders, making a bad call on a pick, the song 'What's New Pussycat?' by Tom Jones, geese, flying, mushrooms, clowns, thunderstorms, people who take advantage of others,

| BIO;

☾ Allison Bennet was born March 5th, 1989, in Portland, Oregon to Marylin and Paul Bennet. It was a difficult pregnancy for Marylin, one that resulted in a hysterectomy, but she and her husband were blessed with a beautiful and healthy little girl. With being born in America and having a majority of her family living in England, Allie's parents worked to get dual citizenship to go between the two countries. It was no surprise then when she ended up with more of an English accent (that never actually faded). When she was 6, her parents took her to her first flea market. She fell in love with the place, begging her parents to bring her (and, eventually, her friend as well) to the markets as often as possible. The items were so cool to look at and the sellers were just as awesome to listen to.

Despite not having any siblings, Allie found a brother, and best friend, in the neighbor boy. Also an only child, Byron Moore attached himself to Allie and they became like two peas in a pod. Even though Byron was one year older, the two pretty much ignored each others classmates. They played with each other, protected each other, and helped each other out over the years. When she was eight, tragedy struck. While the Moore family was heading back one night from a trip to Seattle, their car was struck by a drunk driver. Byron was the only survivor, leaving the wreckage with several scrapes and bruises, a concussion, and permanent damage to his ears. Since he had no other family that could take him in (his grandmother was in a nursing home), the Bennet family brought him into their family and eventually officially adopted him. Allie and Byron became even closer as she helped him deal with the aftermath of the accident, spending hours learning ASL for when he didn't want to wear his hearing aids.

When Allie was 12, she gained a new friend. Allie had just entered the school with Byron when they were pulled into office and placed face-to-face with a small red-haired girl. From that second on, 12 year old Larissa Hanlin, former resident of Scotland, turned the dynamic duo into a troublesome trio. Even though it wasn't the same, it was comforting to Allie to hear Lacy's accent. It was also wonderful to have another female she could talk to. Byron was great, but there were some topics that were just plain weird to discuss with him. With Lacy, Allie discovered a love of fashion and makeup, as well as some cute boys as school.

At the age of 15, the trio was snooping around at the local flea market when Allie met the person who would forever change her life. The lady was a Picker – someone who travels around the countryside looking for places with a lot of junk - “rusty-gold” is what she called it – outside. With the landowner's permission, they then dig through the items and buy old pieces to then resell, and sometimes restore, to prospective clients. Road trips? Antiques? Meeting new people? It was the best thing that Allie had ever heard of! She immediately started making plans to have this future. She could picture it then, having long days of picking before heading back to a cute little shop to display her finds.

A few years later, with Byron having gone off to study mechanics a year prior, new graduates Allie and Lacy both became roommates for their college experience. As Lacy started acting classes, Allie decided to dual major in History and Business. If she wanted to have her dream of picking and owning a business, this is what she had to focus on. Her first year passed without a hitch and in her second year she met a guy who they've come to call D.B.. Attractive and charming, they had English together and D.B. wasted no time with his flirtatious comments. Allie, having no previous dating experience, was beyond flattered. After a few dates they came out with an official label on their relationship, but, since this was all new to her, she wanted to take it slow so she could get comfortable with the concept of dating. The first month was pure bliss for their budding relationship, but after that D.B. grew a little prickly towards her. It was another month before he finally admitted that he was irritated that their relationship hadn't advanced beyond a certain point. Allie was hurt. She didn't understand why he was so upset. They had agreed on the pace at the start of their relationship, yet, here he was, seemingly on the verge of dumping her. Sure she hadn't exactly told him the 'L' word yet, but Allie did care a lot for him. Since she didn't want to lose him, she thought 'why not?'. Weeeeeell, D.B dumped her two days later. Actually, dumped isn't really the right thing to call it. After two days of silence on his end, she more of saw him flirting and hitting on another girl on the campus quad. While Lacy consoled her with comfort food and Byron threatened to beat the guy to a pulp, Allie decided to swear off relationships for the time-being.

It was in her third year, while she was working at the local library, that Allie met Carrie Clark – a first year history whiz with big plans for teaching the newest generations. The two quickly hit it off with their love of history and soon Carrie joined their little squad. It was Carrie that introduced Allie to the second biggest revelation in her life. C.C. had been going on and on for days about this awesome new website she found called Tumblr. When Allie and Lacy couldn't stand her rambling anymore, they each made their own account. A few weeks later, an intriguing post popped up on Allie's dashboard late one night. It was about different sexual orientations and gender identities. Once section in particular caught her attention and the more research she did, the more Allie realized that she was Demisexual. Suddenly, the idea of dating wasn't so daunting anymore.

When graduation loomed on the horizon, the question of 'What to do after this?' came up more and more. For Allie it was easy – buy a roomy vehicle and hit the backroads of America. The only problem was where she was going to live. That was decided over pizza. Since none of the girls wanted to be separated and with Lacy searching for acting jobs, Los Angeles was perfect. They could find a house to rent together and it would offer each of them a chance for jobs.

It seemed like seconds had passed from the time Allie and Lacy had moved to when C.C. join them down in L.A. two years later. Allie had bought and sold enough items to be able to keep up with the picking lifestyle. Although, she hadn't gotten her storefront yet. An online store, yeah, but not her physical shop. Though that changed after three years in the bustling city. Allie mainly focused on non-machine antiques; things like toys, furniture, signs, and the like, but occasionally a vehicle caught her eye. That's when Byron would be called. When she was in the middle of Kansas, she found and bought an old, decrepit Harley-Davidson, Byron was summoned down to L.A. from Portland to see about it's restoration. Three days of talk ended with him quitting his mechanic job in Portland, moving into the group's little house, and becoming Allie's business partner. Together they bought a small storefront using the money they got from selling the old motorcycle (among other items) and set about stocking it with their finds. Allie, with her business degree, took over the shop and dealt with clients and customers while Byron took on the picking aspect and the mechanical restorations. Bennet-Moore Antiques officially opened for business when Allie was 25.

When she was 26, Robert Martin joined their merry troupe. Robbie, a local L.A. mechanic, had come into the shop to look at a bike they had for sale. After chatting with the siblings about their business, Robbie ended up becoming a part-time employee and full-time friend. When he wasn't working his own job, he helped Byron with restorations and learned the art of picking, a skill that Lacy and C.C. helped him develop as well.

Now 28, with a thriving store, a dream career, and great friends, Allie honestly doesn't know how her life could be any better.

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amandaj718 · 7 years ago

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Emmerdale Not So Live but Still Organized - October 20, 2017

Welcome to the late very late pre-show. This will be quick.

This fandom is large. It is very diverse and full of opinions. Not all those opinions will match up, and people will clash. If I have ever made anyone feel uncomfortable or upset over an opinion expressed in a review, theory/speculation blog post or on any of my social media, I am sorry. However, I will not apologize for liking or disliking a character or storyline. If you don’t like what I have to say: Unfollow me. Mute me. Block me. Ignore me.

I try to learn from my mistakes, and I know words have more power than anyone can imagine. There are certain words I will never use in this fandom again. One word, in particular, is upsetting to one side of the fandom and I will hold back on saying it from now on out of respect. However, I will not stop having an opinion about characters or storylines. I am not trying to be a bully. I’m standing up for myself and my thoughts. Calling me or my friend's names will get you blocked. Calling me a bully because I don’t agree with your opinion? Gets you blocked. Swearing at me? Figure out the pattern yet? (Hint: BLOCKED).

Some people need to grow up. Not everyone is going to like the same things as you. Talking these differences out respectfully is what makes this fandom fun. Let’s make this fandom fun again.

Ok? Good, now, on with the show.

Moira’s House

Faith isn’t helping the situation, but I agree. I am a firm believer in having a good cry. It can make everything better in the end.

Jack and Sarah look excited to see their new Uncle. It's very cute.

Sarah is adorable. I hope they don’t go where I think they will go with her.

That baby! It is the cutest thing in existence.

Moira. Honey! He wants to be picked up and given a hug. He wants his mom to love him.

Oh god. She is off running. NO! MOIRA! Poor Moira. Poor baby! *BUBBLE WRAP FOR MILES*

Kerry/Dan

“The telly is the heart of the home!” – Kerry *COMPLETELY AGREE*

Amelia is a sweet kid. She is street smart though, and that will keep her safe in life.

Geez, Daz. HOLD IT TOGETHER.

Home Farm

OH GOD. Robert is playing him so hard. It's making me laugh and I have to look away. I won’t lie, I will miss most of their scenes from nervously laughing and having to look away. *bits the bubble wrap to hide a scream of pain*

Lachlan is the only one who has a good head on his shoulders.

I’d like to point out that at every point in this first scene, Lawrence/Rebecca/Chrissie all laid big hero eyes at Robert. Damn boy. I’m impressed. Lachlan…the only one. Aaron would see though all this because Aaron knows Robert. Lachlan seems to know too. Those three idiots don’t. It's just…. interesting. That’s all.

LYDIA! WHATS UP! NO LYDIA NO!

Well, Chrissie is back on, “Robert what are you doing?” kick. Well, Lawrence is in his palm. *slowly claps for Robert*

“I’ve always been on the outside.” There is a lot of truth to that. One thing I think got Robert by during those nine years away was his charms, his quick thinking, and his plans. This is like he has gone back to that. Anything for revenge. Anything to survive. He is on the outside, and that is all he has left, in his mind anyway. It's really sad.

I’m analyzing Roberts state of mind because the scenes between Lawrence and Robert are laughable. The actors are soooo not into it (they are trying so hard) but its just…FUNNY. *SNORTS* *Has to look away*

The Café Crew

I feel bad for Daz. His mistakes he made in the past are just slapping him.

I do like how Daz admits that he has a past and knows it could be problems for his future. I feel for Dan and Daz. I know he is backing his brother, which is sweet, but that is going to backfire. It always does on a soap.

I love this little family of Daz/Dan/Amelia/Kerry. ADORABLE. I’m into it. *high fives everyone*

Debbie/Cain

“Moira doesn’t want me.” – Cain *SOOOO NOT TRUE*

Ah. Tom. Welcome back, Tom. Kind of welcome back. I don’t know.

“At least Pete was a steady loser.” – Cain *snorts*

I won’t lie. I kind of love seeing Debbie stand up for her dad. It's kind of cute. In a Dingle sort of way.

Cain/Police Station *TOGETHER FOREVER* (Featuring Moira)

Cain is an expert at police interviews.

I mean, after everything that went down, who didn’t want to kill Emma.

Moira let’s not upset the detective. Let’s not overdo it.

Moira is trying to protect Cain. Either she is guilty of something or she thinks Cain did something for her and *COIRA LOVE* *SING-SONG VOICE*

The Pub Crew

I’m worried about so many characters on this show. Harriet included.

What a weird line. Victoria keeps all her messages because of Adam? Was that a plot point or something stupid? WAIT…WAIT! Oh…right…. *I’m keeping this to myself for now*

Lydia! I adore how all her favorite names are in her life! *MY HEART JUST GREW TWO SIZES*

Cain is trying to figure out of Moira did something. Moira thinks Cain did something. Coira trying to keep each other safe.

‘It’s Just Speculation!’

As per usual: Stay off the message boards, respect each other’s opinions, breathe, reboot and eat a Snickers. If you want to talk theory or the show come on over to my twitter and Tumblr @AmandaJ718

Until next time, see you around in Emmerdale!

#Emmerdale #Live and organized #Robron #Review

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perditaalottachocolate-blog · 7 years ago

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“Curfew”, ML Reveal Week - Day 7: Loved Ones

Thank you for this lovely week. I hope you liked my stories and had fun reading them. I’d love to hear what you think of them.

Thank you @miraculous-weeks for opportunity to do this and see you in future weeks!

Day: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 |

(AO3 / FFnet)

Emma Agreste was only fourteen but she knew that her life would never be the same. Things tend to be that way when you just watched a live feed of what started as a coverage of simple diplomatic visit of representatives of another country and ended up in imprisoning the Mayor of Paris and half of her clerks together with all the journalists invited to cover the visit.

As it happened the extremists from the Revolution for the New Millennium with just one effective attack had managed to seize both of Emma’s aunts - Chloe Bourgeois-Kutzberg, the current Mayor, and Alya Lahiffe, the reporter conducting an exclusive interview at the moment of the attack.

Unsurprisingly, from that moment on things had gotten worse. Surprisingly they had gotten miraculously worse, because a few days later, when government forces were preparing a counterattack they were crushed by two familiar yet very strange figures of Vixen and Queen Bee. Whatever brainwashing the Revolution masterminds practiced, it seemed to be effective, super-hero effective even.

But life had more surprises for Emma Agreste, because on the evening of Vixen and Queen Bee’s alleged betrayal she found a small, octagonal, black box with red patterns on the cover, lying on her desk on her desk.

***

Why did their mansion have so many rooms and corridors? The trip to Hugo’s room seemed to be taking ages when you had a box containing a simple brooch inhabited by a lavender bug. Could it distort time? Emma arrived at the door to her oldest brother’s room red in the face and panting.

She was about to knock when she heard what sounded very much like a fight. She could be wrong of course, but she thought she heard the rattle of something metallic hitting something bony.

Hugo and Louis were often fighting, sometimes even on purpose, as each of them mastered an art of their own choice. But that was mostly hand combat. They certainly never used any weapons save Dad’s fencing gear.

Emma decided to enter without permission when she heard an even louder clank accompanied by two ‘Owww!’s of her brothers.

Her first instinct was to close the door immediately with a cry of ‘Sorry, wrong room!’. In a mansion this big it’s bound to happen sometimes.

But it was the right room. Hugo’s room. Filled with books and strange artifacts that he loved to collect.

And in the middle of the room there were two strangers in purely bizarre attire, rubbing various parts of their bodies that probably got hit during the clank incident. Emma could only see their backs at the moment but she took a good look considering her next move.

The taller of the strangers was about Hugo’s height. He was wearing a dark green skin-tight suit, covered by a leather sleeveless jacket reaching his tights, with a darker belt around his waist. A hood attached to the jacket was covering his head. There was also a shield at his feet, shaped as a turtle shell.

The other man was a bit shorter but he definitely drew her eye. Dressed in blue suit of impeccable cut with iridescent embroidery around the sleeves, he was the most colorful person Emma had seen in the entirety of her fourteen years of life. There was something on his back that looked very much like a folded cape, peacock eyes peeking at her from the folds of the lower hem. It had a very feathery vibe. There was a clank similar to the one that brought Emma to this room, when the blue man kicked a metallic fan, that looked dangerously sharp around the edges.

‘Those things are lethal, Lou!’ the taller man complained reproachfully. ‘You could have cut me!’

‘That’s the point, bro. They are a weapon after all,’ the blue man flashed him a toothy grin and then picked up the fans to inspect them closer.

Emma finally gathered her courage and cleared her throat.

‘Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my brother’s room?!’

The intruders turned around and she found herself staring at two set of familiar eyes hidden behind a green hood and a blue peacock mask.

***

‘Nice suit, sis,’ Louis held out a fist for her to bump.

‘Thanks,’ Emma replied looking herself up and down in the mirror. That was… not what she had expected when the lavender bug, who now she knew was called Nooroo, explained the transformation to her. Purple leggings and a shade darker ankle-high boots, lavender tunic wrapped tightly around her body and a silver mask.

‘You look cute, Emma,’ Hugo added from the other side of his room where he was frantically looking for some books he thought could help them. ‘I like the wings!’

Ah, the wings.

If she could tell her four-year-old self, that in a decade she’ll become an incarnation of Barbie Mariposa, baby Emma would have died in ecstasy clutching her favorite doll to her chest.

‘Now that we are super-cool super-heroes we need a name,’ Louis said whirling around in front of the mirror and observing how his feather cape caught the wind.

‘Like Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles from grandpa Tom’s comics?’ Emma asked weakly. She was new to this super-hero stuff. It was Louis’s and Dad’s area of expertise.

‘Not quite,’ Louis frowned. ‘There’s only one turtle here. Although he seems to know all there is to know about the Miraculous. Which if you’d ask me is a bit suspicious, even if extremely convenient.’

‘I already told you,’ Hugo looked at him, trying to sound patient, even though Louis was getting on his nerves. ‘Uncle Fu always had a story for anyone who would listen. I listened. You did not.’

‘And that’s why you get to be the new Guardian?’ the blue hero’s frown deepened. ‘Because you listened to some fairy tales?’

‘Guys, stop,’ Emma could see this fight was brewing for some time. She tried to remember what her brother’s kwami told her when Hugo and Louis dropped their transformations in front of her. ‘You heard Wayzz. Hugo got to be the next Guardian not because he listened. But he listened because he was to become the next Guardian.’ That actually had more sense when the green kwami explained that to them. Emma was just satisfied with the bottom line of “Your abilities had guided you through life so far. You got what you needed to become the wielder of your miraculous.”

‘Yeah, whatever,’ Louis waved his hand dismissively. ‘The names?’

‘Why don’t you think of something. You know all about this super-hero stuff,’ Hugo could recognize an expert when he saw one.

‘Well, I may have an idea,’ his blue brother admitted with a cunning smile.

Keep reading (AO3 / FFnet) (sorry, this story is actually 2,8k long)

Here’s a drawing of how the Agreste siblings look in their superhero outfits.

If you liked it, check out my other stories on AO3 or FFnet.

#ml reveal week #loved ones #reveal #Emma Agreste #Hugo Agreste #Louis Agreste #Ladynoir #Miraculous Ladybug #aged-up characters #new miraculous wielders

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shoreabove-moved · 4 years ago

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EMMA PERKINS RE: PAUL MATTHEWS.

buckle the fuck up.

they start talking pretty regularly, with emma texting him while she’s at school to pass the time. he’ll text her during his work breaks, too, sometimes asking if she’s there so he can stop by. eventually, they’re just talking all the time, and emma’s actually comfortable enough to say yes immediately when paul asks her out to dinner for the first time. (he’s not what anyone would pin as her type – maybe that’s why emma finds him so fascinating to begin with.)

when she does, though, she means that shit. and she surprises herself even more when they reach a year together, and emma says i love you for the first time. not just to paul, but for the first time in her life. it’s very scary and she’s very nervous but there’s something ABOUT paul matthews that makes her more open and trusting than she was even 5 years ago, and she lets herself feel that content and happiness because it’s about damn time.

she moves in with him (and patricia), and they start to build their own life together. emma’s still going to school, still planning on starting her own pot farm, and paul’s still working for ccrp. they go on vacations and they take stupid trips to ikea and they struggle with putting a fucking bookcase together, but it’s never really painstaking. emma never pictured herself as someone who would enjoy domesticity, but she does. because she’s still herself. she’s just grown up.

it’s not a huge wedding, it’s pretty lowkey and emma does not plan a damn thing because she cannot be bothered. she does, however, wear jane’s dress (as gifted to her by tom), and she gets shit faced at her reception, and she sort of lets herself be happy because emma at age 27 would kick her ass if she could see her now, but current emma would do just the same.

she always equated commitment with giving up, with surrendering your sense of self, but when she first starts dating paul, she never really feels like she’s not emma perkins. she’s still feisty and driven and she wants more than anything to find her own success in whatever she chooses to do. it’s just nice to do that alongside someone who believes in her, and someone who wants the very same thing for themselves.

in conclusion: they’re soulmates your honor.

#𝐞𝐩. i fucking killed it. ────── emma headcanon.#𝐞𝐩. i never really wanted anything until i met you. ────── paulkins feat. horrorhearts.#𝐢. power down. ────── queue.

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wolfpawn · 5 years ago

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I Hate You, I Love You, Chapter 92

Chapter Summary - Sophie has the baby.

Previous Chapter

Rating - Mature (some chapters contain smut)

Triggers - references to Tom Hiddleston’s work with the #MeToo Movement. That chapter will be tagged accordingly.

authors Note - I have been working on this for the last 3 years, it is currently 180+ chapters long. This will be updated daily, so long as I can get time to do so, obviously.

tags: @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog @jessibelle-nerdy-mum @nonsensicalobsessions @damalseer @hiddlesbitch1 @winterisakiller @fairlightswiftly @salempoe @wolfsmom1

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Danielle squeaked with joy causing Mac to jump up and stare at her in confusion for the high pitched sound. Tom ran into the room confused, his phone in his hand as he read over what the Jimmy Kimmel show had sent him after his afternoon at the BBC as he rushed around readying for the travelling part of the Skull Island tour. "Elle?"

"Sophie had a little boy!" She squeaked again, hopping up and down in the spot, "Bubble is here."

"You are going to call that poor child 'bubble' still?"

"Shut up. He's here and he is so cute."

"She sent you a picture?"

"It's a group text thing I'd imagine, they named him Hal."

"Short for Henry?"

"I suppose, I mean Christopher is Kit, so you know." She leant up and kissed him. "I need to get some presents ready."

"Are you going to the hospital?"

"Jesus no, I dare say it is families only today, but I want to have everything ready." She sang chirpily as she went for the stairs.

"She is more excited about this that I thought she would be," Tom admitted to Mac, who was looking between him and the door as though asking Tom why his owner had gone insane. He walked upstairs to see Danielle picking out some of the clothes she had bought for the baby. "This is a bit much, isn't it, I mean, he won't get to play with this or wear that until he is Christopher's age." He pointed to a toy and a little outfit in front of Danielle.

"Those are for Christopher." She informed him. "Everyone is going to be all about the new baby, I don't want him to feel like he is left out."

Tom's brows furrowed. "Are you sure you don't have any siblings?" he asked curiously. "I remember when Emma was born, I was jealous, people did sort of ignore Sarah and myself."

"I remember other people talking about it, I just want to be nice."

Tom wrapped his arms around her, "You are being incredibly nice." He smiled. "You're not getting baby-fever, are you?"

Danielle laughed. "No, not yet. I mean, I know that I would like that, but not yet. Though I enjoy practising."

Tom's brow rose. "Practising?" Tom's eyes widened when he realised what she was saying. "Oh."

"Speaking of practising, you're leaving me in the middle of the night and we won't get to…" Danielle ceased speaking when Tom rushed over to the bedside locker that held the condoms she had purchased for their the few days before and pulled it out. Looking into the box, he grinned. "Perfect, one left."

"We cannot have gone through six of them already," she stated in shock as she walked over and looked in. "How?"

"The night of the sexy lace, the morning after, the afternoon after, yesterday morning, the torn one and last night, then this one." Tom recited with a grin on his face. "We have so much sex."

"No, we are calculating in that we will be apart for two weeks. What date are you back to me?"

"The 18th."

"Damn."

"What?"

"I have the interview in New York then."

"When are you home?"

"The 19th."

Tom pulled her onto the bed to him, "And I have the Empire awards that night, meaning this condom very much is needed now." He grinned, kissing her.

"Don't let it tear." She warned, straddling his hips.

"Half an hour tops," Danielle stated firmly as they pulled up outside the hospital with the presents for Hal. Because of Tom leaving early for his flight, Ben suggested they say hello before he left if they had nothing planned. So with a dinner ready for their return, Danielle and Tom agreed to a quick visit to the hospital.

Ben had ensured no one from the public knew that Hal had arrived, and though there was an element of risk to it, Tom and Danielle walked into the hospital together. "Wow." Tom looked around, "This place is like a hotel." they went to the reception and were issued two visitor passes and were instructed where to go.

"Security is really tight here," Danielle noted.

"Elle, this is where Kate had George and Charlotte, the Beckhams had their kids here, this is effectively the penthouse of hospitals," Tom explained.

"So that's why the ID check, I knew I was being accused of looking too much like a filthy peasant." She joked as they got in the elevator. "I don't like it here, it's too…I dunno, hospitals are supposed to have of a din to them, especially maternity ones, it's almost like a library."

"And you would be a connoisseur of hospitals how…?"

"Five years as an emergency responder you big twat." Danielle laughed, Tom, becoming somewhat sheepish at not having remembered such a simple thing.

"So, no to having any kids here?"

Danielle looked around as they left the elevator. "It just seems too much." she paused for a moment, "Wait, did I read before that you get lobster and a bottle of champagne when you come out from the delivery room here?"

"I think that is some deluxe package."

"Jesus Christ, it was a far cry from this I was reared."

"So no posh baby hospital for you then?" the pair turned to see Ben behind them, smiling brightly. "Hello."

"Congratulations." Danielle was closer him, so she was the first to be given a huge hug and a kiss on the cheek. "How is everyone?"

"They are good, Sophie is obviously tired, Hal is settling and Kit is unimpressed. I think he thought there would be someone for him to play with, instead of a bundle of boring." Ben stated before getting a large hug from Tom, who clapped his back as he did so. "Hey, what time are you off?"

"Danielle is dropping me to the airport at half four, the flight is in the air at six."

"Thanks for coming before you left. I didn't think you would want to be sharing him with everyone before he left." Ben joked.

"Bubble is here, we have to say hello."

"Jesus, don't call him that." Ben pleaded, but he continued to smile. His eyes fell on the bags in Danielle's hand. "Why is there more than one?"

"One is for Hal and one is for Kit."

"You got something for Kit?"

"Well, everyone will be all about the new baby, I didn't want him to feel left out," Danielle explained sheepishly.

Ben beamed in delight, "Well, thank you for being so considerate, though I dare say you have gone overboard…again." Danielle simply shrugged. "We head down this hall here, she's excited to hear you both could come, especially with the early start."

"How could we not?" Tom clapped his friend's shoulder.

On entering the room, they were met with Sophie sitting up in the bed with the newest member of the Cumberbatch family in her arms. "Hey."

"Hi," Though they were not friends overly long, Danielle darted to her and gave her a one-armed hug. "How are you?"

"Tired."

"I bet." She looked down and her face turned to one of delight and awe. "Look at him, he is so cute." her voice went up a few octaves. "His little lips and nose and ears and…okay, he's adorable."

"What is it with women and turning to emotional messes at the sight of a baby?" Ben asked as both men looked at the interaction. He nudged Tom in the side, "Be warned."

"Not yet." Tom grinned back.

"'Yet' there's a 'yet'?" Ben toyed.

Tom merely smiled more and moved towards Sophie, "Congratulations." He kissed her cheek, having gone to the other side of the bed to Danielle, "He looks a lot like his big brother, very cute." "Of course he is, have you met his mother?" Danielle pointed to Sophie.

"You see," Sophie stated to Ben with tears in her eyes. "This is why I love her." she wiped them. "Stupid hormones."

"Yeah, the post-baby slump is legendary." Danielle stated as she rummaged through a bag, "Chocolates?"

Sophie openly wept at that. "You remembered."

Ben and Tom looked on in concern. "Apparently after Kit she really wanted these chocolates but didn't get them," Danielle informed them.

"I would have if I was told to." Ben pointed out in his defence.

"Well, they're got." Danielle shrugged.

"Ben, your mum said to ring her at six."

"Shit." it was already ten past. "I'll go do that, Tom?" He indicated to the door.

Tom looked at Danielle. "I think we can cope." She scoffed, watching him follow his friend.

Bye, mum." Ben hung up the phone. "So, they're on the way in with Kit now and I will take him home for the night after they all get to see Hal."

"Congratulations," Tom grinned as they stood in an area of the hospital with proper reception. "How does it feel?"

"Terrifying, I went from one little terror that depends on me to two," Ben answered honestly. "So, what is going on with you two now? Better?"

Tom's smile was enough of an answer. "Brilliant. I went over to her, as I told you; we talked things through and I think things are even better now."

"What about her and the whole 'public' situation?"

"We are announcing it when I come back. Well, not announcing, we are just going to start going places, walking Mac together, go for the occasional meal, nothing to flaunt and when the paps come sniffing, just release what we decided on and let it take its course and be happy."

"And she is okay with that?" Ben did not sound convinced.

"According to her cousin, who she actually told about me; that one shocked me; she started crying one day that she had pushed me away and made me feel like she was ashamed of me and when talking to her about it, she said it too."

"So she is doing this to please you?"

"No, we are not going All-Access, we are just going to live our lives and let the, as she called it 'kerfuffle' happen, then continue on as they realise there is nothing to see here."

"Good plan." Ben agreed. "So, 'yet'?"

"Yes, yet."

"But you would?"

"In the future, if it happens. She is after getting the most incredible offer at work at the moment and flew through the exams she sat, so she's too busy for anything like that."

"Good, I am glad she's doing well. How will that affect you guys though?"

"She has to go the US every so often, but other than that, she will be working on sets and at home as much or as little as she likes. She asked for my schedule for the year and she is going to see where she can fit what suits her around that and I will add it to mine so that we can plan an actual holiday later in the year. She has an interview in the US while I am on the press tour, that would see her in the US for some of the summer, I have Ragnarok at Comicon and of course other things on." He smiled.

"But she is not saying no because of you?" Ben broached.

"Jesus no, she has declined a few that didn't suit her. The interview for the one in the US is something she really wants, so she is going for that above everything else first, including smaller projects that would impede her availability for it."

"Does she have a chance?"

"It is a long shot, but she is hoping, I mean, when I tried out for Thor it was a long shot, look how that worked out."

"You didn't get Thor though," Ben pointed out.

"No, but it worked out in the end anyway," Tom admitted.

"So you two walked in here together?" Be asked, "If that gets out…"

Tom chuckled, "That would be funny, they would all be waiting for a bump that isn't happening."

"Yet." Ben corrected. The men walked back to the room and stepped inside. Inside the room, Danielle was holding Hal in her arms, talking calmly to him as she moved around. "Suits her," Ben stated from the side of his mouth to Tom, who stood silently beside him.

"She fled." Danielle joked.

"I dare say she did." Ben heard the sink inside the bathroom attached to the room running. "You're good with small babies."

"Had to be with work."

"Did you deliver any?"

"No, I just arrived at a car where one had already been born and we had to take her and mummy to the hospital, Sarah they naked her, a good eight and a half pounder too. They didn't think her contractions were contractions until the baby started crowning, she was told they were crippling and hers apparently only hurt a bit."

"Lucky cow." Sophie groaned as she gingerly made her way back to the bed, Ben rushing over to help her as she did. As soon as she was settled in it, she looked to Danielle, who gave her back her son. "What did your mum say?"

"Kit finished his dinner, he is washed and in his pyjama's so they will bring him in to say goodnight to his brother and I will bring him home then." Ben recited.

"Good."

"If you rather we left you get ready?" Tom offered. "I know it is very soon for visitors, but considering…"

"No, we are delighted you could come and that you took time this evening." Ben hugged his friend close. "Thank you," he leant over to Danielle too. "We will no doubt see you both very soon. Tom told me about your interview in the US, if we don’t see you before then, good luck." he smiled. "And congrats on the exams."

"Thanks," Danielle gave a small awkward smile. "We'll see how it goes."

"Only way to do it, we all had a few auditions were we prayed and hoped."

"Worked out in the end for ye." She grinned back.

"I suppose."

"So you'll be off to film soon?"

"Can't tell you that," Ben winked, knowing well that Tom had informed her of his dates for Infinity War, "But I will be in the US for most of the early summer."

"I know nothing." she smiled with her hands in the air. Danielle and Tom turned to leave only to come face to face with Ben's parents and Kit. On seeing Danielle, Kit gave a huge smile. "Hey handsome man, are you all excited to be a big brother?" In her talking to the toddler, she accidentally blanked Ben's parents, his mother bringing the toddler closer for her to talk to, only then did she realise they were there. "Hi," she blushed.

"Mum, dad, you remember Tom from the wedding; this is Danielle, his girlfriend." Ben introduced everyone.

"Hello." the kind smile on Wanda Cumberbatch's face made Danielle feel less foolish, yet still awkward.

"Show Kit what Elle got him." Sophie ordered Ben from the hospital bed as Christopher realised his mother was in the room and demanded via wriggling violently to get over to her. Wanda placed him on the bed with her as Ben took Hal and placed him in his hospital cot for a moment before bringing over the bag. "Stay a second." Sophie requested. "Just see his face."

Tom and Danielle did as requested. As soon as Christopher saw the stuffed toy and outfit she had gotten him, he bounced up and down in joy. "Where did you get these?" Ben half demanded.

"Galway, when I was home. I found them in a small shop, I couldn't resist, Sophie said it was his favourite." She smiled, delighted at the huge hug the toddler gave it.

"It is impossible to get, I checked online even, just cheap knock offs everywhere, everyone wants Peter Rabbit," Sophie explained.

"Well, now he has it."

"Say ta-ta Kit." Ben urged. Christopher just looked at Danielle and showed the toy.

"Yes, do you like him?" Danielle's face was full of expression as she spoke to the toddler.

"Ya." was all he declared before going back to playing with the rabbit.

"I think it is safe to say that it's a hit." Sophie smiled. "Thank you, for all the presents."

"Yeah, don't leave me alone when I see kids stuff, I tend to get a bit excited." she stated in her defence. "Anyway, we'll let you have some family time. Bye-bye gorgeous man." she waved at Kit who looked at her gleefully, Benjamin Bunny's ear already allocated as the grabbing spot.

"Goodbye and congratulations again to you all," Tom added as they headed to the door, his hand at the base of Danielle's back. "Mr and Mrs Cumberbatch." he gave a slight nod of his head to Ben's parents too as they went.

"Safe journey Tom, see you when you get back." Ben bode as they left. "Well now, not many do as well as you do when they become a big brother, do they?" he grinned at his older son. Christopher smiled at him and babbled mostly, the stuffed toy still in hand. "That is going to be a favourite, isn't it?" He added, looking at the toy.

"Is it a good idea to have that as it if it is likely to be difficult to replace?" His father asked.

"No," Sophie pointed to the bag, "Elle bought a second one, in case of emergencies, and apparently that shop does them all the time, so if we lose two, her cousin can post one on."

"Practical woman," Timothy commended. "Who is she? I do not recognise her from anywhere."

"She's from Ireland, lived next to Tom's mum, works on set now, Tom has been seeing her for what, five or six months now?" Ben looked to his wife for confirmation.

"I like her, she seems genuine," Wanda declared. "Very good of her to think of Christopher too. Children are a great judge of character, so him trusting her is a big thing."

* "It was nice to see the baby before I left." Tom smiled as they parted in the driveway again. "Will you be able to get your car out while I am gone?"

"Yes, I am not that spatially challenged, thank you." Danielle scoffed as they got out. "And yes it was." she turned to look at him. "You told Ben about the exams and interview?"

Tom paused, "Should I not have?" He asked in concern.

"No, it's not that, it's just…why?"

"Why tell him?" Danielle nodded. "We were talking about how you were getting on, he asked about your wrist and whether or not you were training and working again and we got talking from there about it. I'm sorry if that was being too…"

"Stop, I am just asking." she smiled. "I just didn't think it'd matter what I'm doing."

Tom frowned. "What do you mean?"

"Well, you and Ben have so much going on and such interesting lives, I have no idea why you would discuss me."

"Ben is one of my closest friends and you are my girlfriend, it makes perfect sense to me. Do you talk about me with Nacelle?"

"Obviously."

"This is the same," Tom wrapped his arm around her, "He asked how you are doing, I sort of went on a bragging streak, since you work so hard and deserve to be acknowledged."

"Just promise you will not do that with people who don't realise you're a complete and utter twat." she joked. "I am so glad Kit loved his present."

"It was perfect and so personal of you, I am sure he loved it."

"Tom, he is two, personal is not something he considers."

"No, but he cares."

"They have the cutest kids, honestly."

"Wait and see, ours will be cuter, when the day comes."

"For now, practise." Danielle grinned mischievously as they went in the front door. "Though with an early start and no condoms left, no more practising until you get back," Tom growled in frustration at that.

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Once Bitten Twice Shy, Chapter 20 Final Chapter

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Chapter Summary - Paige sits in England, trying to get over a brokenheart, not the least bit interested in meeting friends, Mark puts that plan out of action, with interesting consequences.

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“One night?” Sophie pushed.

“I am not in the mood Sophie, Mum is tired a lot since the surgery and it’s not fair to have Dad be the one to help her all the time,” Paige replied. “Besides, I am tired of being the only lone wolf at these things.” “Well, at the last one you went to, you…” “Brought myself into a situation where I ended up getting my heart broken even worse than the time I nearly married a cheating scumbag,” Paige replied. “I am not really in the mood, Soph, but thank you for the invitation. Maybe I will see you soon.” “You live in the same city as me.”

“So there’s a good chance I will meet you soon.” “Maybe.” Sophie shook her head as she put down the phone.

“Paige?”

Sophie looked at her husband. “Yes, she is going to help with her mother.” “Understandable. How is she?” “Great, they seem to have gotten to it before it was a big danger and took out the breast to prevent it becoming any more of an issue, but she is tired apparently and you know Paige.” “Always wants to help everyone. So, eight of us in total then?” “It would seem so, get a spare of everything because someone knocks something or someone gets something wrong somewhere,” Sophie ordered.

“Will do.” Ben kissed her cheek as he went to get what she wanted.

“My turn.”

“What, it is not your turn.” “Yes, it is. I’m the oldest and I said it’s my turn.” Mark sat on his sister, causing her to swear at him. “Go and be human again, Paige.” “I am very human.”

“You know what I mean.” Mark countered. “Look, I heard you talking to Sophie, they are having a dinner night, go be a normal young woman for an evening.” “They will have everything organised by now.” “Just check.”

“You can’t help Mum with certain things.” “Dad and Fiona can do what I can’t. Look, one night won’t kill you.”

“Maybe it will,” Paige challenged. “I am not really in the mood, Mark.” “Well, get in the mood. I am kicking you out.”

“You can’t kick me out, it’s not your house,” Paige argued.

“Dad,” Mark called their father, who came into the room a moment later. “Kick Paige out of your house for the night.”

“What?” Martin looked at his son as though he was mad.

“Kick out your daughter. She is not meeting friends because she thinks she needs to be here day and night even though you, Fiona and I are here and Mum is fine,” Mark explained.

“Mark...” Paige growled.

Martin looked between his children for a second before urging Paige out of the seat she was in. “I do not want to see you until lunchtime tomorrow, do I make myself clear?” “Dad?”

“No, no ‘Dad’, you are stuck in here day and night with your mother and me. You need to be young, not that weekend of foolery you did in college but go and talk to people your own age.”

“Mark and Fiona are my age.” “Now, Paige. Damn it, I am telling you to go and see your friends or so help me I will change the locks and not let you back in here. Go.”

Paige was about to argue her father when she noticed the sad look in his eyes. “Okay, Dad. I’ll go.” She gently squeezed his hand. “Don’t get upset.” “You have been through so much lately, Paigey, with your Mum, with everything with Tom.” She swallowed and chewed her lip. “I just...I hate seeing you so down. Being in the house all the time isn’t going to do you any good. You need to see your friends.” “I do.”

“Then get your ass out of my house and go be a young woman. Who knows, maybe you could find some young man to sweep you off your feet.” “I am doubtful, but I guess anything is better than looking at Mark for the night.” “Bite me,” Her brother snarked.

“Like Hell, I’d catch something,” She retorted. She pulled out her phone. “Guess I better see if I am welcome.” She commented, tapping out Sophie’s number.

* Sophie beamed as she told Paige to get her ass over asap. When she hung up the phone, she went in search of her husband to inform him of their need to set another place. When she informed him, he nodded and stated that he was aware and would deal with it.

When Paige turned up, Sophie answered the door and hugged her tightly. “Hello.” “Hi.” “So, how did you end up being convinced to come?” “Mark told Dad that I was invited and to kick me out of his house so I would come, so here I am.” “I am glad he did.” She ushered Paige into the kitchen.

Ben came down the stairs just as there was a knock on the door. Smiling, knowing who it was, he opened it. “So, do I greet you like an American now?” He joked.

Tom smiled back. “I will take a good old fashioned British one, if you don’t mind.” He embraced his friend. “How are you?” “All the better for seeing you, how was the US?” “Fine, we have a few days off so I said I would come home, meet my new nephew.” He smiled.

“How is your sister, this was her first, right?” “Yes, she is loving it apparently. He’s a cute little thing.” Tom walked with him into the living area. “But they are dealing with him at night and I have not seen you two in ages so when you extended the invite, I thought, why not?” “Why not, indeed, it’s great to have you.”

“So, wine?” Sophie offered.

“No thanks, I want a clear head for tomorrow, Mum is going to the hairdressers, I promised I’d bring her. She is excited to get out and about so I want to make sure she has a good...did you tell your husband I was coming?” Paige asked worriedly.

Sophie’s brow furrowed. “What?” “Why is Ben staring at me like I am some form of apparition?” She pointed to the living area where Ben was staring blankly at her.

Sophie looked into the living room where indeed, her husband was staring at her friend. “I have no idea. I told him to put out an extra set of everything?” “I sort of feel like I am persona non grata.”

“What, no…” Sophie walked towards her husband.

Paige, feeling uncomfortable went to the bathroom.

“What is wrong with you?” Sophie asked. “You have Paige thinking she is not welcome.”

“When did Paige say she was coming?”

“This afternoon, I told you to set another place and you said you were aware.”

“I thought you knew about Tom coming.” “Tom?” “Tom.” “Wait, Tom is here?”

Just as Paige came to the bathroom, the door opened, bringing her face to face with Tom. “Oh.” Tom, just as startled, stared at her for a moment. “Paige?” “Well, it’s hardly Beyonce. What are you doing here, I thought you were in New York for another eight or ten weeks?”

“We have a few days off. Emma had her baby so I came home, Ben offered dinner so I said yes. You?” “I live in London and never said I was going anywhere else?” She smiled awkwardly.

No, of course. How is your mum?”

“Fine, her biopsy came back as expected, but she caught it really early so she is doing great.”

“Good, well not good that she is ill but good everything seems to be set to be okay.” “I gathered.” Paige smiled. “So, did Zawe come with you?” “No, no it was never like that, Paige. We...there was never anything between us. The media tried to imply that there was, but awe, she is a great friend, but nothing more.”

“It’s not my business.” “Paige, listen. I need to speak to you. I tried and tried and every time something came up but I can’t take it anymore, I need to speak to you.” Tom had nothing he had prepared before ready, not the eloquent words or anything else, he only decided to throw it out there before something else got in the way. “I wanted to ask you for so long, but then you said in New York about you waiting too long. Paige, I am insane about you and I really hate not talking to you every day and not seeing you anymore. The time we were together, you were everything I could ever want but I was stupidly thinking you didn’t like me in the same way and how I was so worried about leaving anyone in London. I am gone a lot, my life is a lot of work for me, let alone anyone around me, but you always just seemed to glide through and you being there meant everything to me and I just...I want to be with you, officially, and properly.”

“What?”

“I know this is a lot to process at once, and I am sorry to throw it on you, but every fucking time I tried to tell you, or even kiss you, someone interrupted and I can’t take it again. I needed to tell you. I needed you to say yes or no, whatever you want, I will respect, but I needed to say it and let you know how I feel because I can’t hold it in any more. I just can’t. I am mad about you, I...You literally are the woman I could see a future with and that doesn’t scare me, it excites me. You are so intelligent and caring and independent and I need to let you know and if I am being too forward, tell me. If I am not what you want, then tell me, but not knowing is chewing me up inside. I am so sorry to dump this on you, but I need to get it out.” “That really is a lot to process.” Paige stated in shock. She thought about it. She had begun to accept Tom was interested in another woman, she had forced herself to understand she was not what he wanted so she was not sure how to deal with realising she was wrong. “I...I don’t....” She rubbed her hands over her face. “Tom, I...I thought you weren’t interested.” “I am.” He stepped in front of her, his hand on her cheek. “Fuck me, I am. I just took too long to admit it.” “It’s just…I don’t…”

“Just say it. Whatever it is, I will respect it.”

“I am just so confused.” She inhaled deeply.

“How can I assist?” “I don’t know. I guess, just give me a while to figure it out?” Tom smiled and took her hand, kissing it as he looked her in the eye. “Take all the time you need.”

“It’s not you, please believe me, it’s just, I feel like a mess recently, with Mum and everything.” “Completely understandable. Would you rather I leave?” “What, are you fucking nuts, I am not going to tell you to leave your friends home because I’m trying to figure this out, what’s wrong with you?”

Tom smiled. “Don’t ever change, please.”

Paige bit her lips together and looked at him coyly. “You make it hard to want to.” Thinking for only another second or two, she leant up and pressed her lips to his.

Tom, realising what was happening, kissed her back, his hand going to her face and cupping her cheek gently.

“Tom?” Ben’s voice came up the stairs.

Tom reached for the closest item to him, which happened to be a towel and threw it down the stairwell. “Not now.” He growled.

“If you two go at it in my bathroom, I swear, I will throw cold water on you.” “Better than your bedroom, in all fairness.” Paige retorted before kissing Tom again, him laughing against her lips. When she pulled back again, she looked at him for a moment. “I know you are busy at the moment with the show, but I will be here when you get back.”

don't

“Don’t say that, I won’t go back.”

“You will because you’re a professional. I will be here.” “After that, I have the Loki series.” “I know. And I will still be here. Just...don’t hurt me, not like he did.” “Never,” Tom swore, kissing her again.

Tom sat back in his chair. He rubbed his hands over his face. It was the second last week of the show. He was exhausted, he wanted to go home, ring Paige, and fall asleep to her voice.

He had stayed in her home the following two nights he was in London, both nights spent getting to know each other in the one way their talks did not teach them. Tom had to spend time with his family, but he did so with Paige by his side. When his family saw her, they all were elated. The pair pretended it was simply that they decided to try and work through the time apart, neither wanting to admit their scam before. Tom informed Luke, Paige informed Oscar, both were surprised but not overly shocked, having discussed the other’s character with each other before and noting their similar personalities. Tom went to see Violet before returning to New York, something that made her happier than they thought possible. She cried on seeing him and seeing him holding her daughter’s hand again.

When Tom went to the airport for his flight, he looked worriedly at Paige. “If it gets too much, tell me.” “If you decide you want someone else, tell me.” With promises made, they kissed and said goodbye.

He missed it, he wanted to be back in London, in bed with her and talking, like they did the first morning after they woke in her bed, having professed their feelings. He wanted nothing more than to be with her.

“You look tired.” He turned to see Zawe in the doorway. “Everything alright?” “Missing home.” “It’s not Britain, is it? I never thought I would miss home so much.” She walked into the room, her arms folded. “Do you miss her?” “Terribly.” “What would you do if she was here now?” “Hug her, tell her I want nothing more than to go back to the apartment, sort Bobby and then just relax with her. Swear I was fine but doze off on the couch, her rolling her eyes and snorting, having told me five times to just go to bed.” Tom smiled at the thought.

“Sounds so normal,” Zawe commented. There was no ill-meaning in her words, simply statement of thought.

“Sounds perfect in my opinion,” Tom stated wearily.

“I’m inclined to agree.”

For a moment, Tom didn’t register the voice before his eyes widened, then he turned and he saw Paige standing at the door. “What…?” “I was able to get a flight to New York, so I took it. Mark is going away for Christmas with Fiona, so they are at home this week, I had a few days to burn, so…” Tom got off the chair and noted the smile on Zawe's face. “You…” “Zawe helped me to get in here, she was so good.” Paige smiled. “Guess who both have the same editor, that was handy.”

Tom leant over and gave his co-star a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you.” “Any time. I will leave you two to it.” Zawe walked out of the room. “Have a good evening.” “You too.” Paige walked over to him. “I think we need to get you to the apartment and get you some rest.” “In a minute.” “Why, what have you left to do?” “Kiss you.” Tom leant forward and did just that.

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