#legendsofwholock fic

[thoscheitrashdhawan]

Unfriendly Rivalry - Tom Holland x Reader (Enemies To Lovers AU)

Words: 2,400

Summary: You and Tom don’t get along, but you find yourself enjoying the constant trading of insults. When you’re forced to work together on a project, neither of you are happy about it. At least, not at first... A/N: I’m officially an idiot. I posted this a few weeks ago for @mcuspidey‘s writing challenge, and I just accidentally DELETED IT. So here I am, posting it again. 

You were his enemy. If anyone asked you, then you would say he was your arch enemy - but you always did have a flair for the dramatic. Whenever you saw him, the two of you would exchange glares, and, when appropriate, snarky comments. Insults would be thrown across the room, but, even though you hated each other, neither of you would take them to heart. Why should you? Neither of you wanted the other to think they’d gotten under their skin. 

It was childish, really, but that didn’t bother you, no matter how many times people told you. All that mattered was what you were going to say to him next, and you spent a lot of time thinking about it, trying to come up with destructive one liners to use the next time you saw him. And, despite constantly telling yourself that you hated him, you found yourself looking forward to the next time you’d see him, looking forward to the next argument and witty exchange.

“What do you want?” You snapped, feeling someone tapping you on the shoulder.

“Oh, sorry, are you busy?” A female voice responded, and you quickly turned around and started to apologise.

“I’m so sorry, Nat, I thought you were-”

“Tom? I know. But, fortunately for all of us, he’s away this week.” You gave her a weak smile and nodded, trying to be happy that your rival wouldn’t be here, but feeling a slight twinge of disappointment. 

“Right… So, what’s up?”

As your conversation continued, your mind wandered, and your thoughts centered themselves around Tom again, wondering why he had the week off, and already thinking about how you could use his time off as the butt of a joke. 

The rest of the day went by slowly, since there was no one there for you to talk to, and verbally spar with. It turned out that your job was a lot less exciting without him around, but you decided that it must simply be a bad day. There was no way that you missed him; after all, all he did was annoy you.

A week later, you saw him walking into your building, and you couldn’t stop a small smile from making its way onto your face, though you tried to hide it before he noticed. His eyes landed on yours, and a smirk graced his features. Too late.

“Happy to see me?” He asked, sauntering over to you.

“Only because it means you’re back here, and not having fun on vacation anymore.”

“Oh, it was anything but fun, trust me. I was off sick.”

“Sure you were. “ You turned back to your computer, and let a smirk make its way onto your lips. “You know, my sister is still friends with you on Facebook.”

“Shit.” He mumbled under his breath, knowing that he’d posted pictures of himself and his friends partying.

It was hard to stop yourself from grinning - it felt good to know that you’d won this little debate.

To his relief, it was at that moment that your boss decided to call everyone’s attention to her. After a lengthy meeting, she explained that everyone was going to have to work in pairs for this assignment, and started calling out names.

“Brie and Tessa…” The two women shared a pleased glance, “Robert and Chris…” Quite a few people looked to Robert, as there was an abnormal amount of people with the name Chris at your workplace, “...Evans. And Tom, I’m putting you with…” You were looking around at the room full of people, trying to figure out who hadn’t been paired up yet when you heard your own name being called. 

 “Oh, fuck.” You mumbled under your breath, before looking over at Tom to see him grinning at you with a self-satisfied look in his eyes.

After the meeting, Tom collapsed into the chair next to you.

“Hey there, partner. Looks like we’re going to be working in close quarters for the next few weeks - think you can handle it?”

You rolled your eyes and stayed silent, reading the handout that explained what project you were meant to be doing. 

“Shit, she wants this done by the end of the week?” He mumbled, reading over your shoulder. Hearing his words, you quickly skipped to the bottom of the page, and saw the deadline too, cursing under your breath. “Looks like we’re going to have to pull some all-nighters if we want to get this done on time.”

“Agreed.” There was a pause where you considered what to say next - you knew you’d have to spend time with him outside of work hours, and you tried to pretend that it didn’t excite you, just a little bit. “We should get started as soon as possible. I have some other work to finish off, but you can come round mine tonight, and we can get started.” As the words left your mouth, you realised what you’d just said. You’d invited him over. Alone. “If you want, I mean, you don’t have to.”

“Yeah, sure, I’ll see you at 6?”

“Don’t be late.” You nodded, and he went back over to his workstation, leaving you to think about what would happen.

When you’d finally finished all of your work, you ran home, got changed, picked a few things up off the floor, and before you knew it, the doorbell was ringing. 

“Hey.” He said, walking into your apartment the second you opened the door.

“You brought pizza?” You asked, gesturing to the large box in his hands.

“No, I brought an empty box for us to stare at. Thought it would be fun.” He responded sarcastically, making you roll your eyes as you grabbed the box and put it on the table.

“Everything we need is on the table.” 

“Great, then let’s get started.”

The two of you worked in silence for a few hours, nibbling on the pizza, until Tom leaned back in his chair and yawned. 

“Is it just me, or is this really boring?” He suddenly said, after a minute of watching you as you worked.

“It’s not what I wanted to be doing this evening, but it’s work. We have to get it over with.” 

“What did you want to be doing?” 

“I’d probably be watching tv and eating ice cream.” You shrugged, wondering why he was suddenly taking an interest in your life.

“Let’s do that instead, then.” He saw your look of uncertainty, and shot you his most dazzling smile. “Come on, we deserve a break; we’ll come back to this afterwards.”

Just as you opened your mouth to agree, your phone chimed, saying you’d got a text. 

Hope you’re having fun with Tom. But not TOO much fun ;))

You laughed a little, and sent back a thumbs up emoji before turning off your phone and placing it face down on the table.

“What was that?” He asked curiously, trying (and failing) to read over your shoulder before you put the phone down.

“It’s just Nat trying to be funny.” You explained, and he nodded, before the two of you returned to your work, sighing at the large amount of paper on the table in front of you.

Each day, he came over after work, and you got closer - closer to finishing the project, and closer to him. The two of you still exchanged witty remarks, of course, but there was less fire behind them now, and you’d even occasionally find yourself laughing at some of the things he said.

By the time Friday had crawled around, you were making a bit more of an effort, changing out of your work clothes into something you thought made you look good. When Tom arrived, he handed you a bag of food and went to sit at the table, getting used to this routine. But he did do a small double take when he looked at you, and a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. 

“You look lovely today.”

“What, you saying I look horrible every other day?” You asked, pretending to be offended. 

“No, I-” He started, before suddenly realising you were joking. “Yeah, it’s horrifying, really.” 

You pouted before pulling the boxes of food out of the bag and putting them out on the table between the stacks of paper. After a deep sigh, you looked over Tom with a small smile, and started to work, knowing how close the two of you were to finishing.

A few hours later, you dramatically pushed your chair back and stood up with your arms in the air. 

“We’ve finished. Finally.” 

He grinned at you happily, before his face fell.

“Well, that means I don’t need to be here anymore. I guess you’re happy to see me going, huh?” He asked, but it was more of a statement, and neither of you looked very happy about it.

“You don’t need to leave yet.” You blurted out, before you’d properly thought through what you were going to say. “The first night, you wanted to watch tv and eat ice cream.” You suddenly remembered, smiling. “Well, let’s do it now. We have the time.”

There was a small amount of hesitation, but Tom found himself nodding. 

“Yeah, okay. Let’s do it, to celebrate finally finishing this project.”

Grinning, you threw him the remote, telling him to find a film to watch, and you ran to the freezer to find ice cream. You knew that you had some in there somewhere, because after he’d suggested it, you’d went out and bought some more, just in case he ever mentioned it again. 

As you wandered over to the sofa, you plucked two spoons from the counter and dropped one into his lap as you passed him. Of course, the ice cream was one big tub, which meant that you’d have to sit right next to him in order to share it - but secretly, neither of you minded - in fact, you preferred it.

The film he picked out was mostly boring, but you used the time to think things over - your work, the project, and him. A week ago, you wouldn’t have thought that the two of you would be here, on your couch, sharing a tub of ice cream and sitting so close that your bodies were touching. 

At some point, he put his arm on the back of the couch, and you couldn’t help but think that if he’d moved it down slightly, it would’ve been around you. 

Later on, you caught him staring. Except it wasn’t really a stare, more of a… gaze. And when your eyes met his, neither of you could pull yourselves away. The film was long forgotten as the two of you stayed there, gazing at each other, before he suddenly cleared his throat and dragged himself away. 

“So, I should get going. It’s getting late, and I don’t want to keep you up.”

“Oh, it’s okay, I don’t mi-”

“It’s getting late.” He repeated, using that lame reason as an excuse for his sudden disappearance, because even he couldn’t understand his feelings right now, and he didn’t want to involve you.

And with that, he was gone. 

On Monday, you went back into work, and everything felt the same as always. You were doing the same job, having the same conversations, drinking the same coffee… until you saw Tom come in. You were a little nervous because of the abrupt way that he’d left on Friday night, but you tried to push that feeling aside. And, although you didn’t know it, he’d been having the same struggle - trying to come to terms with whatever feelings he was having, and he decided that the best way was to forget that anything had ever happened. To forget that whole week he’d spent with you, and let yourselves return to your normal dynamic.

A little while later, he came over to your desk, and dropped a pile of paper in front of you.

“Looks like the boss was pleased with my work.” 

“Your work?” You repeated, not believing what he was saying.

“Well, your table was helpful to lean on, but other than that, you didn’t contribute anything.”

...The only problem with Tom’s plan of returning things to normal was that he couldn’t quite remember what normal was. He wanted to cause a little fight with you, so the two of you could trade insults as always, and he’d be reassured that nothing had changed. That he hadn’t come to see you as a friend… and maybe a little more. But, alas, he’d gone too far, and instead of being playful, he’d just been plain rude.

“I can’t believe you just said that! I did more than my fair share, and you know it!” You exclaimed, your voice rising as you threw your hands in the air. As you felt yourself getting angrier, you decided that the best thing to do was to leave the room to cool off, but he simply followed you. “You know what, Tom? I was actually enjoying myself a little bit this week. I was starting to think that maybe you’re not so bad, and it actually felt weird not seeing you over the weekend, because I’d gotten so used to seeing you every day. But whenever I start to miss you, I remember what an asshole you are, and the feeling fades.” Although you weren’t entirely aware of it, your voice had been getting louder as you spoke, until you had completely shouted the last line.

“Look, I-” he started, intending to explain himself, but instead he took a step back and ran a hand through his hair as he thought, an irritated expression on his face. “I just…” He let out an irritated groan and started pacing in front of you. “No, fuck this. Fuck it.” He suddenly said, and you watched as he suddenly came closer to you, his hands roughly holding the sides of your face as you shared a passionate kiss. He took a few steps forward and you stumbled back until you felt the wall behind you, somehow managing to not break the kiss. But, eventually, you had to pull away, and you looked up at him, both of you breathing heavily.

“God, I hate you.” You mumbled, and he grinned back at you.

“I know.”

[notmanagingmymischief]

𝑀𝒾𝓈𝓈 𝐻𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓎 | 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌, 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝐼'𝓁𝓁 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃

How about miss honey x reader where the reader is a former student and comes back to visit. Miss honey and the reader fall in love 😬

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title: "when will i see you again" by shakka

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prompt by: @loverofallthingssarah

requested by: @loverofallthingssarah

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warnings: none?

word count: exactly 10.1K. This might be my longest fic ever.

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You still remember the first day you came to this school. As you stand in front of it's wrought iron gates, much better quality than when you last saw them, your memories come rushing back. They make you smile, for as horrid the management was back then, you still had many happy moments in that worn down old school house. You had one memory in particular that made you blush like a schoolgirl all over again. A face that came to mind every time you thought of this place made you giggle, and you had to admit the fact that you'd be seeing her again definitely made you more than a little giddy. Finally you stop reminiscing and actually push past and into the open courtyard. All cleaned up and looking nice, children playing and laughing loudly, the place looks so much bigger. Without the threat of Trunchbull lurking around every corner, ready to lunge, made this a lot less terrifying than it was back when you were a little girl. Your eyes dart over the crowd and a smile makes it's way onto your face, though you don't want to intrude. So, you slip past the kids, and manage to get into the building without being noticed. Once you're inside you take a deep breath in, looking around again. Still the same old walls, the long corridors leaking memories from their cracks. Of which there were much less now. Not wanting to get lost in your thoughts once again, you shake your head a bit and begin wandering through the halls. You look for one door in particular, though you're sure with the new employment arrangements the woman you searched for would most likely not be there anymore. Still, it was nice to return to your childhood, if only for a while. It doesn't take much searching, you still know these halls like the back of your hand (along with the handy hiding spots which hadn't been hidden or disturbed, much to your childish delight), and once you arrive you can't help but to press your hand against the old wooden door. Your smile grows again as you just stop there for a bit, letting your mind wander. It's been so very long since you've been here, so seeing it all again is as much overwhelming as it is exciting. But you don't have much time at all to stay like that as someone says behind you "Hello?" Your head raises from it's bowed position and you can feel your chest tighten in joy. Unable to stop a grin from pulling at your lips, you spin around to face the owner of the voice. And there she is, just as perfect as you remember. She's a little taller, and her hair is styled a bit differently, but she's still the same woman you had known all those years ago. Though now her cheery expression has turned into one of confusion as she seemingly attempts to figure out who you are. Taking a step forward, you whisper "Miss Honey?" and you can hear the childlike admiration already coating your tone. After you speak you can see her eyes light up in recognition and she replies, just as quiet, "y/n?" The one word is all it takes for you to nod before throwing yourself at her. You're much taller than you used to be, so the sudden weight makes the teacher let out a quiet "Oh!" before stumbling back into the wall. But still she wraps her arms around your waist even as this went on. She still smells the same, you realize; flowers with a hint of chocolate, just like you remembered. You mumble "I've missed you," into her neck and hold her just a little tighter before letting go and backing up a few steps. Awkwardly you laugh and rub the back of your neck as you say "Sorry, I just....sorry." But the smile that adorns Miss Honey's face is enough to push the embarrassment at your impulsive decisions, and you find yourself mirroring her. Her voice, still quiet and polite, is much less timid than you remember, and it makes your heart beat a little bit faster as you listen to her talk. "It's been....oh my...." "Seven years, give or take," you quickly answer for her open ended question, which makes the woman laugh quietly, and the breathy lilt it has to it almost makes you shudder.

But you compose yourself before Miss Honey can see you, and her eyes

return to yours as soon as yours do. A moment passes before she asked "How have you been, darling?" You had almost forgotten how easily the woman threw out pet names, and hearing it fall from her lips, directed at you, makes you smile shyly and drop your eyes to the ground as you reply "Uhm...fine. Tired and lonely, but okay." The last bit seems to worry the brunette, but if she thought anything of it she doesn't say. Instead, she nods before pulling her bottom lip between her teeth as she looks to contemplate something. Your eyes definitely do not linger there for a moment too long, and you push those feelings away even as your little girl crush begins to filter back into your head space like a broken water mane. Your thoughts are, once again, interrupted when she says "Would you...would you like to come over after school is over?" Sure that your heart is about to burst from your chest as your throat went a bit dry, you still find yourself nodding and mumbling "I would. I'd never say no to an opportunity to catch up with my favorite teacher." The statement, paired with the playful wink the followed after, has Miss Honey's breath hitching and a blush creeping up her neck. She quickly stutters "I-I...of course. You don't...oh goodness." She trails off and slides her gaze away from yours in embarrassment, unconsciously leaning back into the wall that she stands in front of, an action that makes you giggle. You're about to say something else when suddenly the bell rings, interrupting the peaceful and calm atmosphere that the two of you had built up and replacing it with the slowly approaching sound of rowdy children talking and laughing. Both yours and Miss Honey's eyes snap to the main double-doors just as they are pushed open and a group of children enter. In a second, you feel a small hand grasp your wrist and pull you gently forwards and out of the way of the herd of youngsters. You glance to the side at Miss Honey for a moment, who's eyes remain fixed on her children as they all call out varying forms of "Good morning Miss Honey!" They ignore you completely, which you're completely fine with. That is, until they've all filtered into their respective classrooms save for one girl. Black hair and a fair complexion, she wears a cerulean bow that holds her hair back. Her eyes lite up at the sight of you two and your wrist is let go of in order for Miss Honey to catch the kid when she jumps into the woman's arms as she exclaims "Mom!" Your lips part in shock as you hear the word fall from the girl's mouth and you instinctively take a few steps away. So she was married. The thought makes you feel many emotions all at once; possibly jealousy, irritation, regret, before settling on a dull sense of sadness that you mask behind a halfhearted smile. You watch as Miss Honey interacts with what you now know as her daughter, both females beaming and talking quickly and quietly. But soon you're discovered when you attempt to slink backwards and into the shadows, as the girl turns her head towards you. Her eyes shine with curiosity and briefly remind you of yourself at her age. "Who are you?" she asks, but Miss Honey lightly swats her arm and murmurs "Manners, Matilda." The child pouts and apologizes quickly before instead asking "What's your name, Miss?" You can't help but to smile fondly at the girl, who's name apparently is Matilda, before replying "I'm y/n. And you are?" Grinning, Matilda exclaims "I like your name, it's really pretty!" You pout, your expression turned affectionate as some sort of bond begins to form silently between you two. Soon Matilda is out of her mother's arms and in front of you, standing tall enough to be just above your waist, as she sticks her hand out towards you. "My name's Matilda!" Her joyful attitude is infectious and you grin, shaking her hand and saying "It's nice to meet you Matilda. I like your name as well, it's quite unique." Matilda giggles and bounces on her heels a little before saying "Do you know mom?" You nod and said "Oh yes. She was my teacher way back when." Crouching down on

one knee, you lean towards Matilda as if sharing a closely guarded secret, and whisper (but not really as it was just below your normal volume) "Don't tell her, but she was totally, like, the best teacher ever. But you didn't hear that from me," before giving her a playful smile, once which she returns as she whispers back "I won't tell if you don't!" Grinning happily, you return to your feet and glance back to Miss Honey, who's both blushing and fidgeting a bit, even as she looks between you and her daughter, her eyes warm and affectionate. Not wanting to exactly break the moment, you absently begin to fiddle with Matilda's bow as she bats at your hand, giggling loudly in the process. "So..." before realizing you'd been talking for much too long as you glance at the clock and hiss quietly. "Oh my god, you need to get to class young lady!" The teasing scolding makes both girls chuckle, the younger's more of a tittering giggle, before she pouts and looks between you and her mother before finally sighing and returning to the latter's side, opening her arms and prompting Miss Honey to crouch down and give her a quick hug. But when they separate, you're surprised to find the child returning to your side and doing the same. Hesitantly, you chuckle and repeat the older woman's gesture, wrapping your arms loosely around Matilda's form and mumbling "Now you get good grades alright?" Once she's pulled away, the ebony-haired girl nods eagerly and gives the two of you a last goodbye before skipping away and to her class. Once she disappears around a corner you sigh happily, standing back up and dusting off your pants before returning your gaze to Miss Honey. You notice a split second before she schools her features an unknown expression, fond but also...something else. It's gone as quick as it came and is replaced by a warm smile as the woman says "I'd love to catch up right now, but I have to make my rounds." You nod in understanding, arranging to meet up with her outside the school once the day was over. -- "You...you moved out." is all you say as you and the mother-daughter pair approach a large white house, bordering on a mansion. Miss Honey's face goes a little pink as she remembers showing you her cottage at one point. She'd mentioned it a few times in passing, and at one point you had got up the nerve to ask if you could see it. Of course, being the nice woman that she is, Miss Honey had smiled and nodded, and the two of you had walked over together, chatting and laughing. So, quietly, the woman says "Yeah, I did." You don't push her for details, instead just smiling brightly and replying "That's great, I'm sure you missed it," and finishing it up with a wink before walking a few steps ahead to where Matilda is skipping towards the house.

The two of you smile at each other and began talking animatedly until you reach the door, at which point you look behind you and wait for Miss Honey to catch up, which she does a moment later, giving you two a look and mumbling "You need to slow down, I'm old remember?" But you just laugh and say "Excuse me, you are not 'old'. You're like....12. Don't go there." The brunette opens her mouth for a moment before closing it as a blush forms on her cheeks; it seemed as though it was quite easy to get her to blush, which makes you smile to yourself once she had walked in front of you to open the door. Meanwhile, Matilda's eyes dart between you and Miss Honey, narrowed in suspicion.

The girl was smart, extremely smart, and already an idea is forming in her head as she watches you and her mother interact. But she keeps quiet, for now, following quickly behind you two into the large house.

As soon as you step in, your lips part in awe; it's so much larger than you imagined, somehow; the tall ceiling, open space, everything. It's all so gorgeous, and you can't stop yourself from breathing "woah," into the silence, making Matilda giggle and Miss Honey smile in amusement as she watches you. Your eyes sparkle in wonder and your expression is one of silent astonishment, and honestly it makes the brunette's heart beat a little faster. When your gaze returns to her, you smile widely and say "This is so cool." And she laughs again, shrugging and replying "That's one way to put it." With that, the three of you move to the living room of sorts, and Matilda ends up dragging you over to a bookcase that stands against a far wall, filled with books of all different sizes.

Your eyes roam the shelves, skimming over the various authors and titles, and your hand unconsciously raises to brush your fingers over the spines of a few. Quietly, you whisper "Where did you get all of these?" Matilda shrugs and you glance down at her for a split second as she says "I had some, Miss Honey had some. We bought some." You nod and reply "There's no way you've read all of these," but the girl just smiles and says "Yeah I have!" Your eyebrows furrow as you look back down at her, fingers pausing their movements. "That's impossible. There are so many, you're not even old enough to have..." your eyes flickers from Matilda to Miss Honey, who has snuck up on the two of you and is watching your interaction with a bemused expression.

"Has she really....?" "Yeah." You stare at her for a moment, trying to figure out what to say, but eventually you just give up and return your gaze to the books. Your eyes catch on one in specific; The Price of Salt by Patricia Highsmith. You'd read it once, and already your cheeks begin to heat up a little bit. Unconsciously, you find yourself gingerly pulling it out and into your hands, running your fingertips over the cover before opening it and letting your eyes wander over the pages. "Have you read this one?" you breathe, and Matilda stands on her tiptoes in order to see what you mean. Once she does, she beams and exclaims "Yep!", popping the 'p' at the end of the word. Your mind wanders a bit; this book, it's about two women falling in love. So to see that these two have it in their house, that they've read it, makes your chest tighten a bit and a smile twitch on your lips.

But before you can get any deeper, you quickly replace it back it's spot before clearing your throat and mumbling "Anyways," which makes Miss Honey do the same and say "Would you like something to drink...?" Hesitantly, you nod and reply "Yes, I'd like that." Before the brunette can walk away though, you quickly step to her side and mumble "Not so fast babes, I can help," before raising your volume to say "We'll be right back Matilda, okay?" The girl nods eagerly and you watch from the corner of your eye as she quickly snatches a book and plops down into an armchair before beginning to read an instant later. You smile as you return your attention in front of you, silently following Miss Honey into the kitchen.

Once you arrive, it doesn't take long for you to begin the process of getting the drink of choice, tea, ready. As you do so, you initiate small conversation; "So how've you been, Miss Honey?" The woman doesn't respond for a moment and you glance over at her, seeing her lingering in place with her lips pursed, thinking about something. Another moment passes and she continues her movements as she murmurs "We're both adults here, you can call me Jennifer." Your breath hitches and you end up freezing too, hand hovering above the handle of the kettle you had just put on the stove. It takes a minute for your brain to completely process her words, but eventually you breathe "Alright, if you're sure." It takes you a moment to rewire your brain, but eventually you do start to use her name.

You get talking again, Jennifer telling you about what had happened after you left; about the Trunchbull leaving, though she seems to leave out some details as the story seems a bit rigid. But you don't mention it as you carefully pour the hot water into three cups, saying "That sounds...interesting. Well at least they've got you now, hm? Couldn't have chosen a better gal to replace her." You smile as you hear her chuckle breathlessly, mumbling "Sure." Rolling your eyes, you replace the kettle on the counter, turning the stove off. Eyes wandering, you search for the sugar, and notice it just in front of Jennifer. So, sliding up behind her, you purr "Don't mind me," in her ear, lips just barely brushing her skin, and reach your arm over to grab the small container, the other hand absently resting on her hip.

Your chest pressed to her back, you can physically feel her tense, and hear her breathing hitch before speeding up a bit. Her hands freeze on whatever they were doing and you faintly hear her breathe "y/n?" But you just smirk and pull away; as you do, you allow the hand that had fallen to her waist drag across her lower back, loving how she shivers under your touch. It doesn't take you long to fix the tea up, remembering how Jennifer liked it and asking her quietly how Matilda did. Her voice still shaky, she told you, and you smirked but finished up. Once you're done, you absently walk over to the sink and pour out the remaining water in the kettle; but you don't realize that it's still hot somehow, and as your fingers accidentally end up getting in the way of the liquid and you yelp, dropping the kettle loudly in the sink.

The noises quickly grab Jennifer's attention and she darts over to your side with a quick "Are you okay?" Biting your lip, you nod shakily and whisper "Yeah, just a little burn. I didn't know the water was still hot." But the brunette doesn't seem to believe you as she gently pulls your hand away from your chest where you had been cradling it in a lame attempt to soothe the pain, where she then carefully turns it over, and inspects the newly forming red mark, as well as the heat that still radiates off the portion of skin. Biting her lip, she meets your eyes again and mumbles "We should probably bandage that just in case." You shake your head and frown, insisting that you were fine, but you fall silent when Jennifer gives you the look, and begrudgingly let her lead you away to the bathroom.

She drops your hand as she drifts away, you assume to look for some sort of bandage. You watch her move around, steps light and efficient. When she returned to your side, her actions are still gentle as she carefully wraps your finger in the soft material, and within a few minutes it's all covered. Your hand still in hers, she brings her gaze up to yours, smiling shyly and whispering "Is that okay?" You mirror her previous actions and bite your lip for a moment before nodding and replying, just as quiet, "Yeah. Thank you." You both smile gently, but you find your eyes wandering after a moment to her lips, subconsciously leaning forward. When you bring your eyes back to hers, you see them also focusing on your own lips, and they twitch into a tiny smile as she once again breathes your name into the silence, like a question.

Your head tilts to the side a bit as you take a small step closer to the woman, but just before your lips can meet, you jerk back as Matilda's voice rings out through the house, calling your name loudly. Clearing your throat, you quickly retract your hand and with one last glance you turn around and exit the bathroom, calling back "Just a second, Matilda!" before swiftly returning to the kitchen and grasping yours and the younger's cups. And with that you head into the living room and gently hand Matilda her tea with a mumbled "Your tea, m'lady," making the girl giggle airily. Once she's settled, you end up taking a small sip of your own drink before setting it down on the small end table and checking out what Matilda was reading.

Jennifer walks in shortly after, but you make it a point to ignore her, not exactly knowing what to say after your little...moment only minutes earlier. So as Matilda explains her story, you focus solely on her words, nodding along and picking your tea up again. It isn't as hot as before, but it's still warm enough for your taste. Once Matilda stops talking, you smile up at her from your position on the floor, saying "That sounds wonderful, sweetheart. You like this one a lot, hm?" The child nods eagerly, and replies "Oh yes, very much. It's one of my favorites!" Before you can respond, she jumps off her chair and ambles on over to the bookcase, returning her book to it's place before pulling another one out. Your eyes track her movement, watching as she comes back to rest in her same spot.

But this time she hands the book off to you as soon as you've set your cup down, and you see it's the same one you had been admiring before. You look between her and the book, muttering "What is this for?" Matilda smiles a bit wider and says "I want you to have it. You looked like you knew it." Your breath hitches and your cheeks heat up as you tell the child that you really don't need it; she doesn't seem to be taking no as an answer though, as she gives you a look and says "Just take the book, y/n, please?" The way her eyes glint, almost pleading you to listen, you find yourself nodding and whispering "Alright, I will." Clutching the object to your chest, you thank Matilda again, who just smiles and nods a few times.

Her attention then turns to her adoptive mother, who sits across from you two. Her eyes remain fixed on Matilda, apparently just as determined to not make eye contact with you. "Can she have it, mom?" The brunette smiles and nods, replying "Of course, if you're alright with parting with it." The young girl nods too, grinning brightly and thanking her. With that you three manage to make conversation, thanks to Matilda who keeps it going and prevents anything from being awkward. But eventually you have to leave as you notice it gradually beginning to get dark. So, you clear your throat and drag yourself onto your feet, brushing yourself off from invisible dust and glancing between Jennifer and Matilda. "Well, I should be heading back," you state, and Jennifer is quick to also stand up, adamant about walking you out even as you tell her that you can find your own way the thirty feet to the door.

Not wanting to argue with the woman, you sigh quietly and nod, mumbling a thank you, before turning to Matilda and holding your arms out. She understands the prompting gesture and quickly launches herself into your arms, making you huff quietly and laugh. When you two separate, you promise to see her again and to take good care of the book, before waving goodbye and following Jennifer out to the front door. You open the door and she quickly slips past it, standing outside with you awkwardly, eyes still not meeting yours. After a second, she mumbles "It was nice to see you again, y/n." You repeat the sentiment and say "Same to you, Jen. I'll....hm. I'll see you again sometime?" You pose it as a question in case she decides to not, but to your surprise she just nods and says "That would be nice."

With that you smile and, risking it, take a step forward so you can press a lingering kiss to her cheek, breathing out "See you soon, amour." And with that you pull away and swiftly walk down the porch and out to the drive. Just before you disappear around the corner, you look over your shoulder to see Jennifer still watching you, and wave a little. And then you're gone.

--

It's been over a week since your last interaction with Matilda and her mother, almost two in fact, and you find yourself missing them more than you thought you would. As you walk round your kitchen, preparing yourself something to drink, you're once again reminded of the day that you visited. How your body had molded to Jennifer's as you reach over her shoulder, the way your name sounded slipping past her lips, those lips so close to having touched yours. You try to dismiss those kinds of thoughts, shaking it off as just a moment of confusion. There was no way she....no, of course not. It was simply wishful thinking on your part. So you ignore the slight ache that your heart feels as you think about it and finish making your tea.

As soon as you're sat down in your normal spot on your small sofa, you find yourself picking up that book. Carol and Therese, two women from completely different walks of life, and somehow they found each other. Somehow they managed to make it work, even through their troubles and the pressures of society. It really is such a wonderful story, and it makes you smile as you begin to read it again, turning each page carefully. You don't even realize how late it's gotten as you finally turn the last page, frowning and closing the book. You glance up at the clock and bite your lip momentarily before sighing and heading to the kitchen to rinse out your cup. Once you're done, you just head upstairs to get ready for bed.

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Your body moves on autopilot as you leave your house the next morning, determined to see her again. Your mind wanders, and before you know it you've arrived at the school. Deciding to not go in, you just lean on the pillar that holds the high gates, glad for your sunglasses as the sun glares down upon you, heating your skin and making you squint. Today you wear just a short purple sundress that falls just above your knees and leaves your arms bare, accompanied by some summer flats. Even though it's only spring, it's always gotten hot pretty early around this time of the season, so you aren't surprised that you're already wearing loose clothing.

You'd arrived just a hour or so before school should let out, so you end up wandering further in until you stand in front of the steps leading inside. Instead of walking up and in, you just move to the side and lean on the front of one of the concrete sides, crossing your arms and waiting patiently. Absently, you think that you probably could have came a bit later, since just standing outside in the heat isn't all that comfortable. But yet you deal with it, sighing heavily and preparing for a very long hour.

By the time you hear the doors open and children begin to pour out of the building, you've scooched yourself up onto the structure and now sit cross-legged on it's surface, silently watching the kids filter into groups, talking loudly and laughing with each other. Seeing them so free, so unlike how you had to behave back when you went here makes you smile and sigh quietly. Once again, the last people out are the headmistress and her daughter, following slowly behind the crowd. Neither of them notice you (somehow) until you cough and call out "Wow, not even a greeting?" The sound of your voice makes Matilda spin around, and as soon as she sees you a bright grin pulls at her lips and she dashes back up the stairs to greet you excitedly.

"Y/n! You came back!" she exclaims, and you nod, mirroring her smile and replying "That I did, darling." you glance over at Jennifer and your grin softens into a smirk as you say "Miss me?" The older woman bites her lip and glances away, barely nodding her head. So you wave Matilda away a bit so you can hop down onto the landing, at which point Matilda grasps your hand tightly and excitedly says "Are you gonna come over again?" Your gaze moves to her mother for a split second before saying "No, your mom probably has some stuff to do-" "You can come." You're cut off mid-sentence by the very person you speak of, so you look back to her with a curious expression. "What?" you ask, and Jennifer repeats "I don't mind. If you want to, of course."

It doesn't take you but a moment to be nodding and agreeing, Matilda bouncing up and down in excitement again. And before you can say another word, you feel your hand being tugged at as the child says "Race you!" A challenging grin on your face, you respond "Try me." And with that, the two of you are off, racing down the stairs and onto the gravel path towards the house. Just to be fair, since you know that you're faster than Matilda, you slow down a bit to allow her a head start. Dramatically, you call "Wait up!" But of course she doesn't listen, laughing and shouting "Hurry up y/n! You're so slow!" With those words, your eyes narrow and you smile wickedly. Glancing behind you to see Jennifer a decent way behind, you call out "See you there, Jen!" before sprinting forward.

It takes you about three seconds to catch up to Matilda, passing her easily and saying "Who's the slow one now?!" The girl shrieks playfully, trying her best to catch up, but you're almost there and it doesn't take you long to reach the driveway, where you stop and wait for a second. Out of breath, you shove your arms out and half tackle Matilda, pulling her into your arms and end up tumbling onto the ground with the child on top of you. Both of you laugh breathlessly, and you manage to say "I win." Matilda pouts and smacks your chest a bit as she replies "That's not fair, you're bigger than me!" But you just shrug and say "Hey, you're the one who dared me, what did you expect?" Again the two of you dissolve into giggles, only stopping as you head the sound of footsteps approaching.

A second later, you look up to see Jennifer's face hovering above you, looking down on you with an amused expression. Quietly, she says "Are you two going to lay there for the rest of the afternoon or are you coming inside?" With a sigh, you gently shove Matilda off of you before standing up, gladly taking the hand that Jennifer extends to help you up. Once you're up you let go with one last smile before shaking your dress out, pouting as you realize the tumble had stained it a bit. Under your breath you murmur "Now I have to clean this again," before rolling your eyes and following the pair inside. But before you can get inside, Matilda manages to convince you to stay outside as she goes with Jennifer, making you frown in confusion.

But you listen, wandering over to the long swing that hands from a thick branch of the large oak in the yard. Carefully, you sit down and swing your feet, looking around the grounds of the place. Flowers and plants have replaced the old weeds that used to cover the ground, and the entire atmosphere no longer feels suffocating and sucking the life out of everything around it. It takes a few minutes for the door to open again and Matilda to fly out the door, Jennifer in tow, with a book clutched to her chest. You smile softly as you watch them and get off the wooden swing in order to greet the two.

Speaking rapidly, almost too fast for you to understand, Matilda asks you if she can read to you. Amused, you end up agreeing, and within a few minutes, you're next to Matilda on your stomach, listening to her read. She has a clear voice, and never stumbles even on the bigger words that a child her age would normally not be able to pronounce. As you get lost in the story, you don't feel Jennifer's eyes on you; the woman had taken your place on the swing and was silently observing you and Matilda, though she kept getting distracted as you swung your feet absently, causing your dress to slide up a bit further, exposing the lower part of your thighs and catching the woman's eye every time.

Meanwhile you continue to listen, asking questions or making comments every now and then to make Matilda giggle. Once the book is about halfway done, you hear a soft voice behind you comment "Matilda, why don't you take a little break and go get the cookies?" The child smiles and nods, closing her book and placing it in front of you before jumping up and running into the house. As she goes inside, you roll over and sit up on your hands, bending one leg up and letting the other lay flat on the grass. Cocking one brow, you give Jennifer a prompting look, figuring that she has something to say.

Her eyes search yours for a moment before she takes a deep breath and says "I wanted to apologize, for the other day. I-I...didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." You figure out what she means immediately and brush her apology off, replying "No need to apologize, I wasn't uncomfortable at all," before tilting your head back to expose your neck to the sun. Casually, you comment "I didn't mind the position, though the interruption was less than welcome." You can't see how Jennifer's body tenses and her hand tightens around the rope of the swing until her knuckles turn white, unable to find the words to answer. She doesn't have to, luckily, as her daughter calls out from across the yard as she carries a small bowl in her hands, careful not to trip or drop it.

Your head still tilted back, you can see her approaching, though it's upside down, and the girl giggles as she sees you smiling up at her. You raise your head again, neck muscles complaining a bit at the movement, and adjust your position so you're sitting cross-legged as Matilda mirrors you. Placing the bowl down carefully on the ground, she snatches a cookie first and you chuckle, grabbing one for yourself and one for Jennifer, holding it out to her and mumbling "You want one?" She swallows but nods and reaches out to grasp it, fingers brushing against yours in the process and sending a tingle up her arm that she does her best to ignore.

Once you've pulled back, you take to nibbling on your treat, smiling and making a remark about them being delicious, which makes Matilda beam and exclaim "Mom and I made them together!" So you smirk and move your eyes to the former, saying "Well, my compliments to the chef then." and winking playfully, not waiting to see her reaction, already knowing what it would be. Quietly conversing between the three of you, the bowl is half empty by the time Matilda leans towards you and whispers "Mom's been staring at you a lot. I think she likes you." You choke on air a bit, surprised that the younger noticed the growing tension between you and Jennifer, but still allow your eyes to wander to the brunette, resting there for a moment before returning to Matilda and nodding subtly, whispering back "I think so too."

You two titter quietly together before pulling apart and acting like nothing happened as Matilda gets a sly gleam in her eyes. The only thing she says is "tag!" before poking you and shooting to her feet and dashing away. You growl under your breath playfully and murmur "That girl," under your breath. You also stand up, glancing at Jennifer, winking, and sprinting in the direction that Matilda had gone. You faintly hear her laughing and change courses, following the noise until you find her and lunge, barely brushing her shoulder and calling out "you're it!" before spinning on your heel and bolt away, trying to sneak around the various bushes and flowers. Needing to catch your breath, you come to a stop behind a tree, but all at once a black haired blur appears, hits your skin, repeats your words, as well as your actions, disappearing an instant later.

You still wait a moment, half in shock and half in "I cannot breathe", waiting until you catch your breath before sneaking around the tree, which just so happens to be the one which holds the swing. You see Jennifer still sitting in her spot, just observing her daughter dart past her field of view. You also note the movement, but instead of following it, you sneak up behind the brunette and, leaning down a bit, snake your arm around her left shoulder and in front of her. You then run your middle and index fingers over her jawline, making her gasp in surprise, but her head still follows your gentle prompting. Once she's facing her, brown eyes staring into yours, you smirk and lean forward again, just barely brushing your lips to the corner of her mouth, and whisper "you're it," feel the shuddering breath in that she takes and slipping away.

You make it around the tree before finally sprinting away, trying to find Matilda. It takes a while, but you do. Before she can run away, you say "I'm not it!" which makes her freeze and look at you quizzically. Grinning, you whisper "It's Jenny." Matilda's eyes widen and a smile of her own form, nodding. You silently make a decision to run opposite ways. You get a glimpse of the now empty swing, still moving a bit as if the occupant had just left. Smirking, your eyes roam the vast area you have to work with, and decide to make this just a little bit more fun. At least, fun for you. Slowly, you wander around the place, making sure to stay out of sight, on the search for a familiar teacher.

And then you see her. She isn't running, but you can see her clearly looking around. So at least she's trying, but you don't blame her for not running. Running's hard, man! So you once again take on the role of the predator and slick around until you're a few meters away from Jennifer. She doesn't seem to notice you and continues on her search. 'Perfect', you think trying to figure out the best way to do this. Eventually, you decide on the simplest way; picking up the pace, you quietly approach her from behind again, observing her every movement. And then, just as she gets to where you want her, you attack.

In a split second, you have her pinned to a tree. Your hands grip her hips and your body presses her into the surface behind her. Her own hands had automatically flew to your shoulders and now lay on your collar. A smirk adorns your face, while hers is a mask of shock and slight panic. The panic leaves when she realizes it's you, but the shock stays. Your fingers tighten fractionally and you lean forward about another inch. "You're not very good at this game are you, Jen?" you ask quietly, and instinctively the woman shakes her head, still unable to speak. She's acutely aware of the feeling of your hands on her waist and your chest pressing into hers and keeping her in place. Your faces only a few inches apart, she makes note of the fact that she has to look up a bit to make direct eye contact, which makes her feel that much more vulnerable. But it's...a good vulnerable.

You both stay silent, but then you lean your head a little further until once again your lips hover at the corner of hers, almost touching but not quite. "This is up to you now, amour. What do you want?" you breathe, and give Jennifer the chance to make a decision. Her head spinning and thoughts cloudy, she finally decides that she's had enough of the teasing and takes that last leap. A second later she's turning her head enough to press her lips completely against yours. Your eyes flutter completely shut and you press back, staying gentle and slow. Your skin tingles and your senses go into overdrive at the feeling of her lips moving against yours at last. As for Jennifer...

Well, not only is her heart pounding so hard that she swears you should be able to hear it, but her hands already begin to shake somewhat against your chest, so you move one hand off her hip and guide her arms to curl around your neck. They respond in time and her fingers automatically come to tangle in your hair. That hand then comes to her chin, tilting her head a little bit to the side in order to deepen the kiss further, making Jennifer whimper quietly against you at the unfamiliar feeling. She's not even sure herself what this feels like. It's like nothing she'd ever experienced before; it feels like her soul is on fire and her heart is aching in the best ways, her skin is hot and she wants nothing more than to feel like this forever.

But eventually you're forced to part with her as air becomes a necessity, even though you're reluctant. She tastes like raspberries and summer, like ice cold lemonade on a hot day. She tastes like nothing you've ever tasted before, and to say it was addicting was an understatement. Catching your breath, you hear Jennifer breathe out "Ohhhh," the vowel dragging out for a few seconds and fluttering over your lips again. You smile and tilt your head to place a few gentle kisses along her jaw and neck; the woman's head tilts to the side on instinct and you feel her shiver a bit, hands still resting at your neck. Chuckling against her skin, you murmur "I suppose that was alright then?"

The words make Jennifer huff and gently pull you back to her lips, connecting them again as an answer, and you smile through the kiss. But it's only a second later that you part once again at the sound of Matilda's voice quite close by saying "Took you long enough." Both of your heads turn to look at the child who wears a satisfied but smug expression as she watches you two. From the corner of your eyes you see a bright blush creep up Jennifer's neck and you chuckle. Placing one last kiss to her now heated skin, you remove yourself from her space, causing her arms to wall back to her sides again. She watches silently as you appear in front of Matilda and scoop her into your arms, immediately beginning to tickle her while saying "Oh yeah?"

The girl cackles loudly, begging you to stop, which you only do after a minute of torturing her, but you do let up and set her back down with one last ruffle of her hair. You look behind you again to Jennifer, who's blush had receded some and watches you two fondly. You grin and wave her forward, which she does without hesitation, and pull the both of them back to your spot by the swing. Gently prompting Jennifer to sit back down on the swing, you then move behind her and place your hands on her waist and place a few kisses on the back of her neck, making Matilda fake-gag, exclaiming "Stop it, that's gross!" You grin wickedly and cock a brow, leaning forward and saying "Oh is it now? I'll show you 'gross'."

And with that you quickly tilt Jennifer's head up and properly connect your lips again. The sudden action makes her let out a surprised noise bordering on a moan, and her hand comes up to the back of your head to hold you against her as you nip at her lower lip. You only part when Matilda continues to complain, leaving one last gentle peck on the woman's lips and guiding her head back up. She's breathing heavier and both of your lips are a bit kiss-swollen, but you still smirk towards Matilda and say "How's that for gross, petit faon?" Matilda scowls playfully and says "I'm not a deer!" But you just shrug and say "Not a deer. A 'fawn', darling." Quietly, you hear Jennifer mumble "I didn't know you could speak French."

You hum and smile, replying "Oh there's a lot of things you don't know about me Jen," The sudden drop in your tone and how your voice becomes more husky in those words makes the brunette tremble and unconsciously lean back into your body that remains behind her. Though you just smirk, brush her hair back into place, and drift around the swing to sit down against the tree that holds it, crossing your legs, and relaxing back. Surprisingly, it doesn't take long for conversation to start up again between you three, and eventually it's started to get dark.

"Well, as much as I hate to leave, it's getting dark again, so--" "Stay!" You pause with your mouth still open, and look to the little owner of the voice in confusion. "Excuse me?" you ask, and the girl repeats her statement. But still you say "I don't...." "I think she wants you to stay the night." Jennifer speaks up, and you give her a grateful look as she continues; "Matilda, don't push it, y/n is an adult who has things to do--" "No I don't. Tomorrow's the weekend, so technically..." Your words make Jennifer's attention jump back to you with her eyes a bit wider and curious. You smile and shrug, mumbling "If you want me to stay, I don't mind." That's all it takes for Matilda to grab her abandoned book along with your arm, and pull you up and away, leaving her mother behind to catch up on her own.

Matilda's mouth moves quickly as she explains something, though you can't catch most of what she's saying. So you retract your arm from her grip which makes her pause, and say "You're talking a little too quick, cheri. Slow down." The child huffs and rolls her eyes, but repeats herself anyway. "We can read for a little bit, and then I can get ready for bed and you can be with mom, and you can stay in her room-" You choke on nothing again and splutter "M-Matilda, that isn't-goodness gracious. That's not appropriate, sweetheart." You hadn't noticed Jennifer enter behind you just as Matilda said that, and she freezes, hand still on the doorknob. The idea of you staying with her, in her bed, for the night, makes her cheeks heat up and her mind conjure multiple images that she really does not want to be thinking about right then.

You clear your throat at about the same time she does, and your head snaps towards her, still not having realized she was in until that moment. You can feel some heat of your own warming the skin of your neck and chest as you lock eyes with her for a long moment. Matilda goes silent, glances between the two of you, and makes up her mind that she needs to convince you to listen. You snap out of your paralysis when the girl says "But you can't sleep alone, that would be rude, and since you already kissed her you might as well." Her logic is annoyingly solid, and you find yourself unable to come up with a retort, and end up just staying silent. Jennifer seems to have the same problem as her head spins and she tries to just make up her mind.

Before she can think of it any longer, she just says the first thing that comes to mind; "I don't mind." She inwardly curses herself for that, flinching minutely at the seemingly brash response. But your lips twitch subconsciously into a smile and you no longer have the need to come up with another denial. With Jen's permission, you finally nod and murmur "Okay," at which point Matilda squeals in victory before gesturing for you to follow her. You do after one last glimpse to the brunette in front of you, you do so, going along with her instructions. You end up reading The illustrated Man for about an hour, allowing Matilda to lay sprawled across your lap as you read. At some point, Jen says "I think that's enough for tonight, girls."

You glance over at the woman and nod once, closing the book after placing a marker in it to keep your spot. Afterwards, you guide a reluctant Matilda off your lap and onto the floor, after which she disappears to, you assume, get ready for bed. Once she's gone, your gaze returns to her mother and you walk towards her slowly, almost stalker-like, until she's backing up so far that she hits the wall. You smirk wryly and casually place your right hand next to her shoulder and lean a bit closer, wanting to see if the brunette is going to be bold enough to make a move or if you'll have to do it for her. And you're pleasantly surprised when, with a deep breath and a determined expression, Jennifer's hand reaches up and grasps your collar in order to pull you against her quickly and crush your lips to hers.

Her other hand joins it's twin at your chest as your free hand settles on her waist and your arm bends so it's resting on your forearm against the wall. As you tilt your head to the side again, allowing you to slip your tongue past the woman's lips, you find yourself thinking that you wouldn't mind spending the rest of your life like this. With her. Hell, the entire world could burn to the ground, but as long as you had Jennifer, it would be okay. And Matilda, of course. When you finally part, you place quick, light kisses up her jawbone before licking a thin line up her neck and to her ear, where you catch the cartilage between your teeth and breathe "God you're delicious," just to see what her reaction would be.

And it's worth it, as she whimpers and her hands tighten drastically in the fabric of your dress, pushing you roughly back before twisting her fingers in your hair and yanking you forward again, forcing your lips against hers roughly. A surprised moan tumbles from your lips and is swallowed by the older woman's mouth as your lips move hungrily against each other. "I'm a terrible influence aren't I, if I'm rubbing off on you already." you manage to mumble against her, but she just huffs and ignores you. Even after you part, panting and breathless, she still keeps her tight hold on your hair, and you lean your forehead against hers. Eventually, you mutter "Wasn't expecting that," and hear Jennifer chuckle, chest shaking against yours as her normal shy demeanor returns and she apologizes timidly.

But you just smile and press one last kiss to her temple as you breathe "Good job, mon amour." And with that you pull away from her, her hand already having dropped onto your shoulder again. And in perfect time, for just as you're off of her, Matilda walks around the corner, already changed into her pajamas. Her eyes narrow suspiciously and she looks between you and her mother. She clearly knows something is up, but she doesn't say anything except "I'm done. Are you?" You nod and chuckle quietly, taking the hint and allowing Matilda to drag you off for the hundredth time today. Up the stairs and into what you assume is her room, your arms is finally let go as Matilda quickly snuggles under her covers.

Jennifer comes up behind you a moment later, resting her chin on your shoulder as she mutters "My room is two down to the left. I'll be there in a bit." You nod silently, press a fleeting kiss to her cheek, and glide out of the room and towards where you were told. Once there, you perch carefully on the bed, glancing around the room a bit. It's neat, and somehow just screams "Jennifer Honey". The thought makes you smile and titter under your breath. It isn't but five minutes later that said woman is floating through the doorway. Her eyes lock on your immediately and she smiles as well, asking "What are you smiling about?" You just shrug and say "Nothing." As you watch her retrieve something from her drawers, you assume her sleepwear, she calls out "Would you like something to wear? You're a bit taller than me..." But you just shake your head and reply "No, that's fine. The dress is fine, I wouldn't want to intrude."

Jen insists that you wouldn't be doing anything of the sort, but you just give her the look and say "Go get changed, chaton." Though the woman pouts, she still listens, exiting the room for a few minutes. When she returns, her dress folded neatly in her arms, your eyes roam over her figure, causing the brunette to blush profusely as she puts her things away. In a pair of dusty pink silk pajamas, matching pants and button up shirt, she makes her way around the bed to settle across from you. You do the same, toeing off your shoes before curling your legs beneath your form and looking over at Jen. She smiles and says "Are you sure you're okay with this...?"

You nod and gesture for her to get comfortable, both of you doing so. It only takes the smallest of prompts to have the woman curling up into your chest. Your arms slip around her waist and hold her close to your body, and you take a deep breath, getting one last smell of her perfume, and closing your eyes. No words are exchanged between either of you, for none need to be said, and it doesn't take you long to fall asleep, comfortable and complete with Jen in your arms.

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When you wake up again, you notice your change in positions, Jennifer no longer facing you, but her back pressed against your front with your arm draped over her waist and face pressed into her hair. You take a deep breath and slowly press a little bit closer to the brunette, doing your best not to wake her. But even the subtle movement serves to rouse her from sleep, and you feel her breathing pattern stutter under your hand. Her body tenses for a split second before relaxing again, and she subconsciously brings her hand to yours, lacing your fingers together under the covers and holding it tight to her stomach.

After a minute, you barely hear her murmur, voice rough from sleep, "Good morning," and you repeat the words into her neck, having pushed her slightly-tangled hair away from her shoulder in order to give you access to her skin. Your lips pressed against the upper part of her shoulder blade, and then whisper "How'd you sleep?" Without completely comprehending the words before uttering them, Jen responds "Better with you here." You smile against her and tighten your hold on her a fraction, making sure her entire body is pressed against yours. The two of you stay like that, silent and just content being in each other's presence, for a while; neither of you know, nor do you care, for how long exactly.

But eventually Jen decides to roll over, copying her position from the night before and nuzzling her face into your own neck. You feel her brush her lips against your skin in a feather light kiss that makes you shiver slightly. Gently, as to not startle her, you guide the woman on top of you as you roll onto your back. Even though the movement was slow, Jen still seems a bit surprised at the new position, and you reach your hand up to rake through her messed up hair before letting it drop to her cheek, your thumb absently running over the bone there and smiling fondly as she leans her head into your palm a bit. But soon you gently pull her down, which she allows you to do, until you can softly press your lips to hers.

It's incredibly soft compared to...whatever that was the previous night, but it feels just as amazing. Jen's hands come to rest in their typical spot, your collarbone, where they begin to trace the hem of your dress, which had dipped down your body significantly during the night. From there they move to your shoulders, where they come in contact with the straps of your bra. They pull away the second they do, and you feel Jen's breath hitch slightly. You smirk against her lips and drop your hand from her face to instead creep under her shirt. You don't slide them up to avoid making her uncomfortable, simply drag your fingertips over her stomach and waist with feather light touches.

The actions are gentle and careful, and they make Jen's stomach twist and her heart jump to her throat as she presses her mouth just that much harder against yours. You feel the change and return the same energy, not rushing the woman but once allowing her to set the pace. This continues for a bit, pulling away for a few seconds to murmur something to the other before pushing forward again, the fuzziness that sleep induced having faded minutes earlier and making each kiss just a little bit better than the last. When you at last part for the final time, both of you are breathless, and Jen's arms give out so that her body crumbles onto yours. You readily accept the movement, wrapping your arms around her body once again and just holding her.

The moment is broken when a few knocks are heard from the other side of the room's door, along with Matilda's voice calling out "Are you two done in there?" You chuckle and Jen pushes her face a little harder into your shoulder as she lets out an embarrassed mewl from the back of her throat. But you just pat her back comfortingly and pick her up, setting her back down next to you as you sit up again. Your hands rake through your hair as you call out "We'll be right out, petit faon." You faintly hear a huff of indignation sound from through the wood, but then her footsteps fade as she walks away. With that, you glance down at a still flustered Jennifer Honey, smile affectionately, and place one last kiss to her lips, before pulling away and getting out of bed, gesturing for her to do the same.

"C'mon mon amour." "Why do you call me that?" "Because that's what you are."

[goldenretriever-nicknelson]

can i request a cute fluffy quarantine fic w tom where he convinces the reader to stay in bed until like 3 pm

This was really cute to write! Thank you for requesting anon! 

Word count: 600

Warnings: fluffy fluff fluff, small hint of smut towards the end (blink and you’ll miss it) 

You stirred awake with a yawn, keeping your eyes closed against the small ray of sunshine peering through the curtains. The bed was warm and cosy as were Tom’s arms which you were wrapped up in. 

It had been weeks of staying at home, maybe months. You’d quickly lost track of the days that passed and your brain felt scattered. The only thing keeping you mildly sane was your boyfriend. Tom always tried to keep cheerful and even though you knew he wished he was still filming, he was enjoying the break. He’d just wished it was under better circumstances. 

He was trying to keep everyone entertained and cheerful whether it was a brothers trust event or just playing games in the house, he was doing his best. But his favourite part of the day was staying in bed with you in the mornings, away from everyone else in the house and just wrapped up in your little bubble. 

That’s why as soon as he felt you move to get up out of bed, he’d pout and pull you back in with a grumble. “No, stay.” 

“Tom,” You laughed, kissing his cheek. “I need breakfast.” 

He shook his head and peeked an eye open, making you smile. “Stay.” He mumbled again, wrapping his arms tighter around you and placing a lazy kiss on your lips. You ran your hand through his messy hair and smiled, not being able to resist your boyfriend. 

You snuggled into his arms and closed your eyes again. Tom sighed happily and placed little kisses over your face, a wide sleepy smile on his lips. 

Everything was so warm and Tom was so cuddly, that you felt yourself get lost in all his little touches. Eventually, you opened your eyes and looked up at him, only to see he was already staring at you.

“Hi.” Tom laughed and kissed your head, brushing a few stray hairs off your face before cupping your cheek.

“Hey baby.” You smiled wide and leaned into his touch, not wanting to move a muscle. Tom stole a kiss from your lips as he pulled you closer. The kiss was lazy but full of the love and happiness that radiated from the both of you. It soon escalated into a lazy makeout session until you both pulled back for air. 

You giggled against his lips, stealing another small kiss as Tom laughed with you. It was perfect, it was cosy and it was Tom. 

“I’m never moving.” You whispered and Tom smiled wide as he nuzzled his nose against yours. 

“Good cause neither am I.” 

Before you knew it, the morning had turned to afternoon. You checked the time and laughed before Tom’s stomach gave a loud rumble. 

“Okay maybe we should get up.” Tom admitted, rubbing his tummy. You giggled and kissed him again, nodding in agreement as your stomach rumbled too. 

Tom took your hand as you walked out of the bedroom, squeezing softly and staying close to you. Workout music was playing in the other room and you spotted Haz trying to lead a workout with Tuwaine before Harry caught your attention. 

“About time you two lovebirds got up.” 

Tom laughed and threw an orange at his brother before making you both breakfast. You giggled and blushed before helping Tom, stealing kisses as you made pancakes together. Tom deepened one of the kisses making you gasp softly before Harry loudly announced he was going to join the workout. 

“Knew that would make him disappear.” 

You smacked his arm playfully and laughed before finishing up the pancakes, serving them up on a plate before smirking at Tom. 

“Now for your next trick, take me back to bed Holland.” He laughed before taking your hand and walking back into the bedroom. 

The rest of your lazy day was spent cuddling and watching Netflix with stolen kisses. That was until the kisses escalated into a lot more and the boys decided to take their exercise outside. 

My taglist is being updated!

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My Official Recommendations List

Alright, I created this blog to reblog all the great fics I’ve read on here. But up until this point, this is the masterlist of all the amazing fics you should read. 

EDIT: I didn’t want anyone to think this an actual “official” recommendations list! These are just the fics I’ve read and enjoyed. I created it as the starter post for my recommends blog.

👅 indicates smut

Tom Holland

Series

Boyfriend by @screamholland

Contrapposto by @madmadmilk 👅

Curious by @thirsttrapholland 👅

Different Now by @tomhollandsblog

The Elevator Game by @heyhihellowhatsup0

Ground Rules by @madmadmilk 👅

Heart Eyes by @madmadmilk 👅

Kiss Currency by @madmadmilk

Lesson Learned by @tomhollandsblog 👅

Make Me Love You by @mrs-hollandstan 👅

More Than I Know by @lauras-collection

One After the One by @madmadmilk

Seeing the Thing by @angelic-holland 👅

Sweetener by @keepingupwiththeparkers 👅

Three’s Company by @thollandthot 👅

You Again by @santaholland

One-Shots

2 a.m. by @sunshinehollandd

About Last Night by @hollandtomholland

Another Year Older by @mrs-hollandstan 👅

Arm’s Length by @wazzupmrstark 👅

Baby by @legendsofwholock

The Bookworm by @dahliaspidey

By the Book by @worldoftom

Cherry Knots by @angelic-holland 👅

Choices by @astonishingpeterparker

Don’t Speak by @worldoftom 👅

Eighteen by @angelic-holland 👅

False Pete Dude by @worldoftom

Helping Hand by @watchmegetobsessed 👅

I Might Be the Writer, But You’ll Always Be The Words by @waitimcomingtoo

If We Were a Movie by @waitimcomingtoo

It’s You by @angelhaz11 👅

The Last Piece by @hollandtomholland

Like I Love You by @hollandtomholland

Little Chance Encounter by @fairytaleparker

The Little Moments by @peterplanet

Loosen Your Tie by @stealth-spiderr

Murphy’s Law by @fairytaleparker

Mushy Pancakes by @imaginesmai 👅

Nicknames by @carliehansonwya

No Knock Knocks by @madmadmilk 👅

Plank All Over Me by @waitimcomingtoo

Plank All Over Me - Yoga Edition  by @waitimcomingtoo

A Proper Kiss by @stealth-spiderr

Requited Jealousy @bxckybxrnxs

Slowly by @stealth-spiderr

Something Funny @stealth-spiderr

Teddy Grahams & Coffee by @starksparker

Things You Left Unsaid by @softspiderling

Wasabi by @angelic-holland 👅

We’ve Got Chemistry by @angelic-holland 👅

What are you thinking about? by @heartofpeonies

Written Words @spiderboythomas

You Mocha Me Crazy by @softspiderling

Blurbs

Coffee shop girl by @spiderboythomas

Cover Hog by @tiredgraysonwritings

Fuckboy!Tom having a crush on reader by @spideesenses

Ownerless Dog by @angelic-holland

Pumpkin Carving by @starkissedholland

Tom and sleepy cute morning sex by @osterfield-holland-andcompany 👅

Tom talking to his mates about your sex life by @blissfulparker

You Call that a Kiss? By @hollandtomholland

[worldoftom]

Church of Holland™ - 1.8k Edition

Hi everyone! So it happened, I hit 1.8k followers and I need to thank every single one of you who decided to follow me!!! You guys are kind and supportive, and I must be one of the lucky blogs because there are no haters 💕 The short poll was clear. People wanted Church of Holland™, so I’m hosting my 1.8k Edition the whole weekend (Jan 17-19)!

Since in this House, we worship Our Lord Tom Holland 🙏, here’s what we’ll be doing:

Let’s talk about Tom:

😇 Tell me how much of an Angel Tom is

😈 Tell me how much of a Devil Tom is

❤️ Talk about Tom’s friends/clique

✌️ Talk about Tom’s signature gestures

👅 Thirst is allowed

🍒 Let’s talk about Cherry (since it’ll be wrapping soon!!!)

🥇 Or any of Tom’s projects

🙏 Praise Tom the best way you can!!!

Let’s get random, too:

❓ Ask me one of these questions!

😊 Tell me why you followed me?!

💙 Top 5s (of anything)

🎵 I’ll rec you a song

🎬 I’ll rec you a movie

👀 Have You Ever…

🌓 Would You Rather…

✍️ Rec me a fic (can be your own)

👌 I’ll compliment you or anyone you @mention

Everything will be tagged #churchoneeight in case you want to block the tag. All explicit/nsfw content will be tagged #tw explicit or #tw nsfw so beware of those two tags, too.

Tagging some babes for sb 💖: @tomhollandspideys @hazmyheart @unholyhaz @legendsofwholock @glowunderthemoon @angelhaz11 @aossi @howdyhoe-holland @tomsrebeleyebrow @dahliaspidey @thirsttrapholland @xximaweirdoxx

[blushingbarnes]

buckygrantbarnes writing challenge!

hey y’all! So I wanted to host a writing challenge for my fellow writers out there! This is a great way for new writers to get some recognition, as a lot of people will see your work.

Writing challenge masterlist

Rules

It would be great if you were to reblog for a signal boost!

You must send an ask to claim the prompt

2 characters per prompt, 2 prompts per writer.

Specify number and type (concept, dialogue, or AU) in your ask, and character

Whenever a prompt is fully taken, a line will be through it

For concepts, it doesn’t have to be exact, you can switch out who does what thing

All MCU characters accepted. I would love to see more Sam, and Pietro, but that’s just me..

If you do Peter Parker, make sure the reader is also under 18, and put an FFH spoiler warning if the story includes it. (Someone pls write mysterio I’m a hoe for him, or jake?)

They don’t have to be an X reader, but it’s preferred

Any genre is accepted. For smut, you must be 18+ (or the age of consent in your country) to write it. No non-con.

To be added to the Masterlist at the end, tag me and use the hashtag #buckygrantbarnes writing challenge

There is no deadline for requesting a prompt, but The deadline for fics being posted is September 1st.

I will be adding fics to the list as they come in.

No maximum, or minimum word count for fics. If it’s a series, please tag me in all and have a masterlist for the series

Have fun!

Prompts

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Dialogue prompts

“If you touch me again, I'll break your fucking neck.” Bucky= @the-omni-princess Loki= @william-snekspeare15

“I can’t…! I can’t see you anymore!” Bucky= @darkphoenixrisingwrites

“You here to finish me off, Sweetheart?” Sebastian Stan= @your-imagine Bucky? @legendsofwholock

“I'm not allowed to bet, but if I could, my money would be on you.” Loki= @adefectivedetective

“I hate asking for help.” Loki Laufeyson= @ladybugsfanfics

“Are you hitting on me?” Bucky= @darkphoenixrisingwrites

“Babe, where is my...oh...you look better in it anyway.” Mysterio= @lokis-scepter-101

“Sweets, are you drunk?” Bucky= @bells-writes Chris Evans= @time-travel-bouqet

“Please be more careful love, you’re too clumsy.”: Sebastian Stan= @barney-james

“Did I buy a convertible last night?” Tony Stark= @my-capsicle-is-melting

”You fainted right into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention, you didn’t have to go to such extremes.” Chris Evans= @your-imagines

”You weren’t supposed to hear that.” Bucky= @fichoe21

”Look at me—just breathe, okay?” Bucky= @xbuchananbarnes

“You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!” Bucky= @gigglygwil

“I fell in love with you, not them.”

“Do that again, I dare you” Sebastian Stan= @sebssssthighssss

“Sit on my lap” Bucky Barnes= @wordywarriorwrites

“I feel like I’m sweating my ass off”

Concept prompts

Reader works for a tattoo parlor and Character wants them to design their first tattoo.

Character is scared of the thunder and Reader tries to calm them down during an particulary heavy strom. Bucky = @beautyisthemoon93

Reader having to help Character undress after an injury. : Sam Wilson = @ironmandeficiency Mysterio= @whistlingwillows

Character makes an unexpected toast in honor of Reader.

Character and Reader are neighbors, and Reader keeps waking Character up by setting a really loud alarm in the middle of the night. Why they do this is up to you. Steve Rogers= @kayla-kaboo

Reader and Character wearing matching Halloween costumes or ugly Christmas sweaters. Or any matching outfits. Pietro maximoff= @ravennawritesfanfiction

A friend drawing on Character and Reader's faces when they sleep. They wake up to see each other faces covered in silly doodles.

Reader and Character go on a camping trip. Reader forgets to bring a sleeping bag, so they have to squeeze into Character's sleeping bag with them. : Bucky = @gigglygwil Tom Holland= @fanatic1997

Reader getting shy about being naked in front of Character for the first time.

Soulmate AU where the first words your soulmate says to you are written on your wrist or somewhere and while Reader has an absolutely unhelpful 'hey' written on them, Character has something very unique and weird. : Bucky = @the-omni-princess Natasha Romanoff= @thebookwormslytherin

Reader is a famous theatre actor/dancer/singer. Character is their fan. They always cheer really loud for Reader, and Reader goes up to them one day after a show, either out of annoyance or worry for the other's vocal chords. Tony= @ironmandeficiency

Reader and Character sharing soft kisses, lips barely touching, just chaste little things that leave both parties irrationally breathless. Carol Danvers= @ladybugsfanfics Sebastian Stan= @shxrirogers

Reader and Character struggling to find each other in a crowded place. Fortunately, Reader knows just the thing.: bucky= @mareli-carter

Reader reading in bed while Character rests their head on Reader's shoulder, sleeping. Bucky= @kentuckybarnes peter parker= @bitchassbucky

Character posts a picture of Reader somewhere and it becomes a meme.

Au prompts

Dectective AU

Neighbor AU: Bucky= @sugarfreecapsicle

Singer AU

Librarian AU: Bruce Banner= @magnitude101999

Nurse/ Doctor AU: Bucky= @buckybarnes-xyou Steve Rogers = @lxnarholland

Biker AU: Bucky= @thefvcker-tucker

Parent AU (one character has a child or both): Bucky= @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan

Baker AU

Coffee shop AU: Sebastian Stan = @barney-james

High School AU: Bucky= @friday-ocean

Professor AU- Steve Rogers= @xbuchananbarnes

[sunshinesteviee]

hi pals! ally and i both recently hit milestones, and we wanted to celebrate!! since we both wanted to do a writing challenge, we decided to join forces and (somehow) came up with the theme... disney summer movies! all prompts/aus/songs are from disney channel movies that reminded us of summer, and we’re both so excited about this omg. 

RULES

two people per prompt/song, and three per au

one prompt per person!!!

send either me or @naturallytom the prompt you want, and who you’ll be writing for

you can write for tom & co. + any other marvel characters/their actors

let us know if you have any ideas from any of the movies below that we missed, or if you want one that’s already taken!

when you post your fic, mention both ally and i and use the tag #ally&emmaswc 

no smut for anyone under 18, otherwise, feel free to do whatever you want (fluff, angst, any trope, etc.)!

if your piece is more than 500 words, use ‘read more’

let us know if you need help w this!

the deadline is september 8th, but if you need more time, just let us know! 

a reblog would be appreciated! and have fun!

now on to the good stuff, the prompts!!

i made a playlist for all of the songs used in our choices, just in case you need a reminder. find it here.

high school musical

songs

you are the music in me (/2)

gotta go my own way (/2)

everyday (/2)

aus

lifeguard!au (1/3 @sunsetspidey w tom; @inkstiles w tom)

baseball!au (/3)

basketball!au (/3)

quotes

“Hey, I’m still me.” “Blowing off your friends? Missing dates? If that’s you, it’s good to know!” (2/2 @hollandandi w tom; @fairydustparker w tom)

“Here’s to our future.” “No, here’s to right now.” (1/2 @spideypeach w tom)

“I promise.” “Promise is a really big word.” (2/2 @sunshineandparker w peter; @summernykole w haz)

camp rock 1

songs

gotta find you (/2)

aus

camp counselor!au (2/3 @theclearblues w tom; @lovestrucktom w haz)

singer!au (/3)

quotes

“I showered in cold water, I looked at a tree. It’s been three hours, I need hair product.” (1/2 @an-intellectual-dumbass w tonyrhodey;)

“Dude, that is not the golden rule.” (1/2 @joyfulholland w tom)

“I think your whole charade is stupid and immature. You’re hiding behind some crazy lie.” (/2)

camp rock 2

songs

introducing me (/2)

wouldn’t change a thing (/2)

you’re my favorite song (/2)

quotes

“I guess I really didn’t think about that.” (/2)

“Really? And how’s that working out for you?” (1/2 @lostinspidey w peter)

“We should have never taken that shortcut.” (1/2 @ironmandeficiency)

“Take my advice and never get a girlfriend.” (2/2 @parkerpeterholland w tom; @legendsofwholock)

lemonade mouth

aus

band!au (1/3 @y-not-loki w loki)

song writer!au (/3)

quotes

“Then why did you do it?” “For you, you jerk! I did it for you.” (2/2 @soulspideys w peter; @loverholland w tom)

“I like when you smile.” (1/2 @tommyhollandd w tom)

“What happened? Did you all get hit by a bus or something?” (1/2 @peterporkerpete w peter)

starstruck

songs

something about the sunshine (/2)

hero (1/2 @spideyflicker w peter)

what you mean to me (1/2 @peter-man-parker w tom)

aus

starstruck!au (/3)

quotes

“One second I’m amazing, and the next you’re embarrassed to be seen with me?” (2/2 @peterparker-glee-other w peter; @parkersvibes w tom; @hopeless-starry-kingdom w tom)

“Right now, here with you, I feel like I can just be myself.” (2/2 @afterglowparker w peter; @screamholland w tom)

“What did you think? That you could just come here and sing to me and everything would be fine?” (/2)

“So congratulations. You have created a celebrity, but you have wrecked a human being inside.” (1/2 @spidey-caps w tom)

princess protection program

aus

protector!tom (or whoever you choose!) x royal!reader (1/3 @spiderboytotherescue w tom)

prince!tom (/3)

quotes

“A normal dad would go to a foreign country on a secret mission and bring  his daughter back a T-shirt, not a person.” (1/2 @quxntumvandyne w peter)

“Yeah. Trust me, I am not a princess.” “Yes you are. You just do not feel like one yet.” (/2)

“I need a nightgown. Preferably silk. Preferably pink.” (1/2 @fiction-13th)

“Let her go. She needs it way more than I do.” (/2)

“No way am I letting this happen.” (/2)

tagging some mutuals, i hope you don’t mind!

mutuals + @spideyboyx @hollandandi @kilieria @amxliaponds @spiderboytotherescue @lovestrucktom @keepingupwiththeparkers @mcuspidey @lavenderholland @peterplanet @toms-gf @starksparker @hollandroos  @sunsetspidey @gottaletgopete @upsidedownparker @parkerpuffwrites @hollandlovely @summernykole @spideypeach @tommybaholland @poetrypeter @plushparker @astrospideys @lovelyh0lland @tomshufflepuff @raspberryparker @sunshineandparker @hillsnholland @peeterparkr @harryrholland

[thoscheitrashdhawan]

Fire Exposes Our Priorities (Peter Parker x Reader)

Words: 1.2k

Summary: You’re Peter’s best friend. You’re also stuck in a burning building. Can he save you in time?

A/N: Suggested by @marvel-lock a while ago, and I suddenly was hit with the urge to write it.

Isn’t it amazing how fire exposes our priorities?

You’d always been fascinated by fire. It could be so easily controlled by a lighter, yet was so dangerous in a forest. It was one of Earth’s basic elements, and people had learned to use it to their advantage. An unstoppable yet beautiful force. Peter thought that applied to you, too.

“What’s wrong?” Peter had asked you, when he saw you looking irritated as you hovered in a hallway after class.

“Nothing… It’s just, I have to go to work now, and on Friday’s, my manager smokes inside. Which he really isn’t allowed to do, and it makes me so nervous - but what can I do? Nothing.” Peter smiled sympathetically, walking out of the building with you. He suggested talking to someone with more power than your manager, but you shook your head. “He knows I’m the only one who cares enough to complain. He’d get me fired.” You sighed, and a few minutes later, Peter left.

When you got to work, you begrudgingly did as you were told, following your daily routine. It wasn’t until a few hours later that you noticed something was wrong. A burning smell infiltrated your nostrils, but you ignored it, too focussed on your work and not wanting to do overtime. Your headphones were firmly in your ears, and you were happily mouthing the words to a song, oblivious to what was happening around you. People started running out of the room, and you didn’t look up until the fire alarm shocked you back into the real world. Dazed, you took out your headphones and looked around at the fire spreading around you. You’d always assumed that in this sort of situation, you’d be the first person running away, but the fear and shock simply made you freeze in place, staring at the danger with terror in your eyes.

Thick smoke started filling the area, and you finally came to your senses, running for the door. It was too late. The doorway collapsed, trapping you in the room. You could hear shouts from outside, and you walked over to the window - it wasn’t big enough to jump out of. Time passed slowly, the minutes that you were there feeling more like hours. Areas of the ceiling started to cave in, and you had no idea what to do - you couldn’t get out, so you could simply try to avoid the falling pieces of wood and watch people from the small window. There was no point calling for help; they knew you were up here, now.

Breathing starting to speed up, you clutched the edge of a table for support. Smoke infiltrated your lungs; making you gasp for breath as your body fought to draw in enough oxygen. More time passed, until you were laying on the floor, not steady enough to stand. At that moment, your saviour appeared.

“Hey, are you alive?” A voice asked, and you turned your head to look up at him. Your name left his lips, but you barely noticed that Spider-Man appeared to be recognising you, instead using all of your energy to try and push yourself back up.

Reacting quickly, he wrapped an arm around you to help you stand, and turned back the way he came - through the fire. His suit was flame resistant, but yours wasn’t, so he decided that wasn’t a suitable option. Instead, he started attaching webs to the fallen ceiling, pulling chunks up from the floor and throwing them into the other side of the room. When a path was finally clear, he picked you up, seeing that you were barely conscious.

He took a moment to think. This was important, but it didn’t take long. As he looked down at you, he quickly pulled off his mask and put it on your head instead. The mask had a built in filter, which meant it stopped him from breathing in any of the smoke, so he hoped that it would stop you from getting any worse. Coughing a little, he ran through the doorway, and then found a window to swing out of, dropping you on a nearby rooftop.

His instincts told him to take back the mask, to protect his identity, but he wasn’t sure if you still needed it to help you breathe, now you were out of the building. But he didn’t want to risk it, so you continued wearing the mask for a little while longer, as Peter sat next to you and watched the building burn.

When you were finally back to normal, your brain started to finally figure out what was happening - you were sitting next to your best friend, who also appeared to be Spider-Man, while wearing his mask, after nearly burning to death. Despite the shock of all this new information, you tried your best to play it cool, and not freak out about this revelation.

“You saved me.” You simply said, with no emotion in your voice; it was just a fact.

“Yeah, I did.”

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.” He nodded, and then there was a beat of silence. Not an awkward silence, but definitely a long one. “Can I have my mask back?”

“Right, yeah, here-“ You stumbled over your words as you took off the mask and handed it back to him. “So you’re Spider-Man, huh?” You mumbled, deliberately not making eye contact with him as you watched the firemen start to put out the fire.

“Yeah.” Peter nodded, examining your face in an attempt to figure out what you were feeling; he had a feeling you might be angry that he hadn’t told you himself. But as you turned to look at him again with a small smile, still trying not to freak out, he calmed down a little.

“That’s pretty cool.” You simply hummed, and he nodded, putting an arm around your shoulders and hugging you.

“Yeah, it is.” He grinned, before hearing you cough, which made his expression drop. “How are you feeling? I was hoping you didn’t inhale too much smoke - but you’ll be alright, yeah?”

“I’m fine, Peter, don’t worry. You saved me; thank you.” You sighed, leaning into the hug.

“So was it the cigarette that caused the fire?” Peter suddenly asked, remembering your conversation from earlier.

“I don’t know, but that’s him, right there,” You pointed over to a man on the road, “talking to the police.”

“Hopefully this will teach him a lesson, either way.” Peter muttered, and you nodded in agreement.

As the two of you left the area, he kept his arm around your shoulders comfortingly. When his phone buzzed, he suddenly realised he had lots of missed texts from Ned and MJ, but he typed a quick response, then simply tucked the phone back into his pocket - not before you’d managed to see a few of them, though.

“They wanted to see you; you should go.”

“I see them all the time, it’s fine. Right now I just want to make sure you’re okay.” He said, smiling down at you, and you couldn’t help the smile that graced your own lips in return.

Isn’t it amazing how fire exposes our priorities?

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so I was talking to my girlfriend when I realized I didn’t post these two fics so...here’s this, the (technically) second part will be posted in just a few minutes :’)

also just so you know I do this when I’m alone in my room bc I have a skirt & shirt kinda like that sooo do with this information what you will :^

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warning: swearing, sexual implications and language, office make out session (the best), the song this fic refrences includes the n-word so even though I obviously didn’t write it if you go to find it just know that

word count: 4.1K

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You swirled around your room, short skirt twisting around your thighs and lifting up dangerously high with every step. You definitely did not wear this one outside of your room, besides to the bar or club. It was already high on your legs, at least six inches above your knees and exposing a large portion of skin, and the shirt that you loved with it...jeez. Not something Cordelia would approve of, that's for sure. But goddamn, if it didn't make you feel sexy as fuck. You were the only one home, the rest of the girls were out, since it was the weekend, but you wanted to stay in for a day, clean up your room and all that.

i needed to give you a reference bc this picture was too good to pass up:

anyways

And since you knew you'd be alone, you put on the outfit you wore when you didn't need to worry about someone seeing you. So what originally was meant to be a cleaning day turned into half an hour of playing songs that no one that you hung out with (besides Madison of course) would ever approve of or expect you to listen to, while swinging your hips and dancing to the tunes. You were currently on "Anaconda" by Nicki Minaj, and you were feeling yourself. Every flick of your hips sent your skirt flaring out, and your arms raised over your head raised your already short top even higher on your stomach. You did manage to clean up while you were dancing, a little bit, picking up any stray clothes on the way and prancing over to your closet and putting them away, albeit not the neatest way to do things.

But soon you abandoned cleaning completely when "Dip" by Tyga came on, and if you weren't already feeling it, now you definitely were. "Bitches love me, keep it hunnid. Bitches love you, cuz you funny, they aint even stunners." (we are white we do not say the n-word here, keep it clean >:( ) You rapped along with the lyrics, rolling your body as multiple inappropriate scenarios went through your head to the song, most featuring one certain blonde witch. "I can be your daddy, cuz I am a motherfucker." You grinned, really getting into the swing of things. "Can you make it dip, make it dip, make it dip, make it dip?" Every 'make it dip' made you throw your hips to either side sharply.

You raked your fingers through your hair, dragging it out of it's tie and allowing it to flow over your shoulders. You flicked it over into a side part, running your digits through it again as your arms glided out above your head when you flicked your hips to the side a few more times, enjoying the way the fabric of your skirt flowed, so freely and fluidly across your pale thighs, smirking and biting your lip as you watched your reflection. "All these bitches my minis, got 'em callin' me Mickey."

You weren't so far into the music, however, that you didn't feel the sudden presence approaching your door, and your eyes went a bit wide as you scrambled for your phone, pressing the pause button as quickly as you could, though you were almost positive whoever it was that was now outside your door must have heard at least some of the song. Which frankly mortified you, and you were hoping it was just Madison, since she knew you listened to that kind of stuff. Looking yourself over, you smoothed your skirt down and pulled your shirt an inch further down your torso, since the person now was knocking at your door and you didn't have time to change.

So you called out "Coming!" as you marched over to the door, flinging your phone behind you and letting out a small huff of relief when you heard it bounce on your mattress. Today was not the day you wished to break your phone. You swallowed hard before you opened the door, and it was a millisecond before you turned the knob and opened it that your magic realized that 'oh fuck that isn't Madison', but it was too late as you swung the door open to reveal none other than the Supreme in all her glory, leaning on the door frame outside the thing, and your breath caught in your throat as you stumbled back a step. Hers did the same as her mouth snapped closed and whatever it was she wanted to say fell from her mind when she saw how you were dressed, brain short-circuiting. She stuttered something out and you did the same, quickly saying "Miss Cordelia! Fuck, hi, uh, w-what's up?"

Cordelia's mouth opened to speak, but no words came out as her throat was still too dry from how you looked. Finally she managed to choke out "I-I just wanted to speak to you a-about something. I'll, uh, I'll come back later--" "No, it's fine! Um, you can come in, I just, gimme a second. I'll change." you took a few shaky steps back again to allow Cordelia in, and she did so, trying her best not to look at you for too long lest she pass out or combust from embarrassment. Or perhaps some other emotion that she was unwilling to confront. But she did see the way your skirt slid up and exposed much more thigh than she'd ever seen you showing with every step you took to your closet, and couldn't help but look to the expanse of stomach that was visible. The blonde bit her bottom lip hard enough to draw blood as she shakily sat down on your bed. She watched as you snatched something from your closet and hastily excused yourself into the bathroom to change.

This allowed her some time to calm down, but the image of all of that skin refused to leave her head, no matter how much she tried to rid herself of it, as that unidentified emotion reared every time. As she placed her right hand down on the mattress, her fingers brushed something hard, and she glanced down to see your phone lying there, still on with something showing on the screen. Now, Cordelia was very insistent on respecting her Coven's privacy, but her body acted almost out of her control as she carefully grabbed the device and pressed the volume button down drastically before twitching over the play button on what she now saw was a music player screen. A second of hesitation before she went all in and pressed the button, and her breath caught again and her eyes went wide, face flaring up bright red when she heard the lyrics.

"I always pull up with some Barbie dolls, thick in the thighs, I said we lookin' for some brain, where the Wizard of Oz? Last [REDACTED] was a dope dealer, hell of a guy. He said the pussy top five, dead or alive." Cordelia had never imagined you listening to something like that, and she quickly pressed the pause button and threw the phone back down when she heard the lock on your bathroom door click again. Though the heat in her face still had yet to retreat, and her breathing was shaky, every word she'd heard reverberating around in her head, paired with you in that skirt, and it all got just a bit too much for the woman to handle. She watched as you slipped out of the bathroom, previous outfit clutched in your hands, fabric twisted around your fingers as you fiddled with it anxiously.

You threw it down onto a chair and walked slowly back to your bed and stood a few feet from Cordelia, leaning on your nightstand. "So, um...what did you want to talk about?" you said, not making eye contact because you knew if you did you would blush. "Oh. Ah, I was just wondering what you were doing inside on the weekend. Usually you go with the other girls." Cordelia mumbled, also not meeting your eyes directly. You swallowed and replied "Oh, um, I was cleaning. I mean I was trying to," you cleared your throat awkwardly before continuing. "Um, and I don't usually wear stuff like that, by the way. I-It's really just around here in my own. Just please don't me mad with me, I—" "It's fine, y/n. I was just...surprised is all." You bit your lip, nodding hesitantly, not making any effort to get closer to Cordelia.

The woman noticed and smiled shyly, finally looking at you properly and waving you forward silently. You did, stepping slowly towards her until you could finally settle on your bed, perching gingerly on the edge of the mattress. You still faced away from Cordelia, unwilling to get too close. But when she sighed and reached her hand out to pull you a bit closer, fingers making contact with your shoulder, she gasped sharply and jerked back, and you did the same, flinching away and finally looking at the Supreme with wide eyes, her lips parted in shock and eyes glazed over as she stared blankly at your wall, emotions flashing across her gaze. The woman saw just glimpses of you, in your room with that outfit on, hips swaying to various music, back arching and body rolling provocatively. Her face lit up in a bright blush once she snapped out of it, looking away immediately and spluttering out some sort of an apology before standing up quickly. She glanced down at you and mumbled "I need to go," before disappearing completely, not even minding to walk out as she transmuted somewhere else, leaving you to sit on your bed in a stupor.

You blinked rapidly, mouth agape in silence, not being able to formulate a full thought, beside 'I'm so fucked.' Eventually you stood up, walking on wobbly legs to your chair, collecting your clothes and putting them away quickly, not planning on putting them on for the foreseeable future, which was probably for the best.

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You didn't have a full interaction with Cordelia for three days, as every time she saw you she blushed and turned away, quickly walking away. It was getting a bit annoying, because you had wanted to talk to her at some point but she was making it her mission to avoid you at all costs. And Robichaux's was so big that it wasn't really that difficult. You asked Zoe at one point if she'd seen the Supreme, and the girl said that she had just a few minutes prior, which frustrated you even more, because you knew that it was just you that she refused to talk to.  Eventually you got sick of it, and planned to just somehow confront her, which maybe wasn't the best idea, but at that point you didn't particularly care. But before you could think of a way to do so, Queenie walked up to you as you were lost in thought, tapping your shoulder and making you look at her. She rolled her eyes but said "Miss Cordelia asked to see you. She's in her office." You let out a relieved sigh and nodded, thanking her before excusing yourself, walking in long strides to the blonde witch's office.

You arrived shortly, rapping your knuckles on the wood in three sharp strikes, waiting for the called out "Come in!" before entering. And when you did, you opened the door, stepped over the threshold, and half slammed the door behind you with your magic, crossing your arms and scowling at Cordelia. "What the hell? I've been trying to talk to you for two days and now suddenly you want to see me?" You exclaimed, hands flaring out to the side as you walked to her desk, placing your palms down on the hard surface and leaning down so you were more at her eye level from where she was sitting. One of her brows raised and she smirked slightly, leaning back further in her chair as she crossed her arms as well, still looking at you. You didn't back down, eyes narrowing fractionally in silent challenge. Finally Cordelia spoke; "Yes, you're correct. And I am aware of how long you've been....pursuing me. But I'd watch my tone if I were you."

You scoffed, rolling your eyes and mumbling "Oh yeah sure. Ignore me then expect me to act like nothing happened. Come on Cordelia, you and I both know that isn't how this works." The older witch bit her lip as she listened to you. The sass in your tone exited her, and perhaps it turned her on a bit, but that's not the point. So she stretched her neck out, rolling it back before uncrossing her arms. She then raised one hand, her index finger moving in a 'come hither' motion, prompting you forward. But when you didn't move, only removing your hands from her desk and leaning back, still scowling, she sighed, exasperated. "Honestly, y/n, must you make this difficult?" She murmured before unleashing her powers on your mind, and though she did not do it often, her Concilium skills were still perfect. If you didn't know better, you'd almost believe that you were making the decision to move forward consciously, though you knew that was not, in fact, the case.

You let out a indignant noise as Cordelia forced you to walk around the desk towards you, eyes never leaving yours as she held your stare intensely. "Cordelia what are you--""Shush." One word was all it took for you to shut up, and she finally relinquished control once you were standing directly in front of her, the woman having spun her chair to the right so she could face you. You sighed and bit your lip as you looked down at her, tapping your foot. "And what is this?" you said, raising your eyebrows momentarily. Cordelia hummed in response, making you scoff and begin to turn away to walk back. But before you could the woman's hand shot out and she gripped your wrist firmly, pulling you towards her. This sudden movement caused you to stumble and, as cliche as it was, tumble directly into her lap with a squeal of her name. The witch's hand remained on your wrist as she forced it down onto the arm of the chair and mumbling "Don't move."

You listened, nodding shakily. She removes her hand after a second and your fingers grip tightly on the thing, knuckles turning white as her other hand grips your chin, pulling it an inch closer until your noses are almost touching and you can feel her warm breath on your lips. Your eyes search hers and you whisper "Cordelia?" She doesn't respond, gaze flicking from your eyes down to your lips when your tongue darts out to swipe over them before tugging the bottom between your teeth nervously. Her thumb that rest at your chin came up to probe at that lip, pulling it from your bite before letting it free, though the finger still rested there. Again you mumbled Cordelia's name, swallowing roughly when her eyes met yours once again, hers dark and pupils expanded. The older woman bit her lip now, only for a moment, before replying "What?"

Your breath caught in your throat for just a moment when her other hand fell to your waist, fingers coming to clutch at your hip bone, and you finally said "kiss me," and it was all Cordelia needed to hear before she crashed her lips against yours, pushing into them hard as you kissed back with equal fervor. The fingers previously gripping your chin slid so that they were cupping your face, thumb and index fingers against your cheek and the others resting on your neck lightly, still holding you close. Your lips moved in sync with hers, fitting against each other perfectly as you pressed forward, urging Cordelia's head back until it was resting against the back of her chair, allowing you to rest more comfortably in her lap. It didn't take long for you to remove your hand from the armrest and bring it to wrap around her neck, fingers tangling in her long hair. You let out a tiny whine at how soft it was, and you felt the woman's lips twitch up a bit.

Eventually the two of you had to pull away to breathe, chests rising and falling rapidly even as you laughed, breathless. You pressed your forehead against Cordelia's, and she smiled, eyes falling shut and dropping both arms to snake around your waist, sliding you a little further up her lap and pressed more flush to her body. You giggled her name when she blew a little huff of air at you, rubbing her nose against yours gently. Soon she pressed her lips back to yours again, though the kiss was much slower, lacking the heated desperation that your first contained, instead being more languid and loving. And when the two of you parted, she mumbled "I've been denying myself this for too long," making you chuckle quietly and nod, replying "So have I. I assumed you didn't like women, or at least not me."

Cordelia tsked, poking your waist and making you squeak and giggle as she said "Oh come on. You mean you haven't seen the way I melt around you? Unbelievable." You shrugged, untangling your hands from her blonde hair and instead smoothing it out a bit and twirling a few strands between your fingers, her own fiddling with your shirt. After a moment she said "I think seeing you in that outfit was the final straw, honestly." Your face heated when you remembered the event, biting your lip again. "Yeah. Uh, sorry about that again. I didn't plan on having...um, anyone see me in that really. I only wear that with Madison." Cordelia's fingers tightened around your waist then, and your breath hitched when her voice dropped an octave or two as she mumbled "You're not allowed to wear that around anyone else again. You are mine, and I plan to keep it that way."

You swallowed harshly at the word 'mine', and your heart sped up, pounding rapidly in your chest at the possessive tone the woman carried. You quickly responded "O-Okay. I won't," and she nodded, pleased at how willing you were to listen to her. It was a quality Cordelia always admired, loving how easy it was to get you to do things for her. She never used it to her advantage, of course, as she wasn't Fiona, but it was something she always kept in mind. With a hum, she finally said "Now that I think about it..." trailing off at the end as she smirked, and you grew nervous, not knowing what she was planning. Now, being the Supreme had it's perks, really. A lot of them. And Cordelia had seen her mother use a certain power, only once, as she usually preferred getting changed on her own. But Fiona was in a hurry one day, and Cordelia watched as the former Supreme changed her outfit instantly, with just a snap of her fingers. Now, Cordelia had never tried it on herself, let alone on someone else, she she didn't know if it would even work, but pushing the doubt aside, she raised one hand from your waist, pressed her thumb and middle finger together, and snapped.

A gasp was ripped from your throat when your outfit disappeared, and was replaced with that outfit, eyes going wide in surprise. You looked down in amazement, though also embarrassment. "How did you...?" Cordelia simply shrugged, still smirking as she also observed your new attire, pushing you off her lap gently as she stood, rising to her full height and forcing you to do the same, though her hands remained on your waist. Her fingers now connected to bare skin, your top exposing most of your stomach. You also smirked slightly when her eyes trained on your thighs and abs, fingers ghosting over them as she mumbled "When did you manage to get these?" You took pride in your appearance, and keeping in shape was important, but you just shrugged and said "Oh, that's nothing. I workout on the weekends." Cordelia rolled her eyes and smiled, looking back to your face for a moment as one of her hands slid from your waist and against your hip, moving until it was on your thigh, flitting across your skin in a feather light brush, making you shiver slightly, muscles tensing under her touch.

In a moment you found yourself spun around and pressed against her desk, your ass hitting the edge of the thing before you were lifted on top of it, and your legs were spread apart, allowing Cordelia to stand between them, and you instinctively wrapped them around her hips, hooking your ankles behind her. Your face flushed at the position, and it got worse when the older witch's fingers came to rest on your bare thighs, your skirt having hiked up when she moved you. Your hands shakily braced yourself on her desk behind you, doing your best not to knock any paperwork off of it and onto the floor. Cordelia leaned close to you again and you moved forward automatically, meeting her in the middle in another rough kiss, and you felt her tongue flicker against your bottom lip, and you parted them to allow her to push it into your mouth, coming to wrap around yours and engage in a fight for dominance, fingers tightening around your thighs and nails digging into your skin slightly.

The gentle sting made you groan quietly into the kiss, and Cordelia smirked, raking her nails across your flesh, making little red lines appear on the pale skin there. Again you whined, one hand shooting to her neck, resting at the back and pulling closer, forcing her to take a step forward until she was completely against you, hips resting against the edge of the desk and her chest pressed to yours. You soon felt her hands return to the apex of your thighs, sliding further inwards until they were dangerously close to your increasingly wet center. But before she could go any further, a knock was heard on her door, and the two of you sprang apart, breathing heavily even as she pulled away, helping you quickly off the desk as she said "Who is it?" Her voice was breathy and uneven, and you were sure whoever it was could tell as you could swear you heard a snicker sound from outside before a voice said "It's Queenie. Is y/n still in there, we need her help for something."

You bit your lip, looking to Cordelia quickly as she did to you. But the Supreme replied "Yes, she'll be right there. We're just finishing up." and Queenie acknowledged it with "Alright. We'll be in the greenhouse, y/n. Make sure you're appropriate." The words made you blush bright red, hiding your face in Cordelia's neck with a groan, and the blonde chuckled, patting your head lightly before you pulled back again. You then gestured to your outfit, saying "Uh, can I...have my clothes back? Please?" and Cordelia nodded, waving her hand and instantly your old clothes were back, and you straightened out your shirt, pulling your jeans up your hips just a bit higher. You then fiddled with your hands a bit, unsure of what to say, but Cordelia separated them carefully, and placed a soft kiss on your lips before mumbling "Go on. I'll see you later, and then we can continue this" against them. You hummed, pretending that the woman's words didn't make the ever increasing heat in your stomach flare even more, and pulled away after a moment, taking a few steps toward the door.

When you reached it, you pulled it open, turning back to find Cordelia already sat in her chair again, still watching you with a small smile on her face, which you returned. And with one last wave and "See you later, Delia," you walked out, pulling the door closed again, but much softer this time. The entire walk to the greenhouse you had a huge grin on your face that refused to leave, even after you walked in and saw the rest of the girls, only dimming slightly.

Zoe and Queenie shared a look and snickered again and Madison rolled her eyes, a cigarette in her fingers as she said "So what's Cordy like in bed?" "Madison!"

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worldoftom’s 750-word Writing Challenge

Hi everyone! B here 😊 It is time! I hit the milestone of 750 followers and thought of doing a different type of writing challenge. Keep on reading to know what it’s going to be about!

HOW TO ENTER:

Send me an ask and tell me which of these 750 words you prefer.

Will it be an adjective?

Will it be a noun?

Or will it be a verb? (click on each option to see the words)

Bonus! You can choose as many words as you want and write as many pieces as you want, just make sure it’s one word per fic/one fic per word.

THE CHALLENGE:

You have to write a 750 word fic that includes the word you picked!

Say you choose the word poetry. This means that your story will have to include the word poetry in any way you see fit, and it should have a word count as close to 750 words as possible. If you make it 750 words exactly, even better!

THE RULES:

You don’t have to be following me.

Include the word you chose in your fic.

Follow the word count guidelines.

All characters allowed (RPF, fictional characters, OCs,...).

Write whatever your little heart desires :)

You can write as many pieces as you’d like.

Remember to add a “read more” cut (if possible).

Tag me when you post and use #b750challenge.

Deadline is December 1st.

Remember the magic words: legal, respectful, consented.

Have fun!

THE REWARDS:

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(If you want criticism and I find anything, I can tell you in private.)

I will make a masterlist with all the submitted entries.

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If your fic is within 700 and 800 words:

I will make you a 3-picture banner/moodboard; or

If your fic is within 725 and 775 words:

I will make you a 5-song playlist; or

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Church of Holland ™️ – Rainy Hangout Edition

Hey everyone! It's Church of Holland ™️ weekend!!! 🙏

It's also raining today and I'll be writing and editing a new fic the whole weekend, so how about you come hang out with me until Sunday night? I might post something then to end the celebrations!

Let’s talk about Tom...

😇 Tell me how much of an Angel you think he is

😈 Tell me how much of a Devil you think he is

❤️ Talk about his friends/clique

✌️ Talk about his signature gestures/moves

👅 Thirst is allowed

📝 Concepts, too (just for fun)

🍒 Talk about expectations for Cherry

🥇 Are you looking forward to any other projects?

🙏 Praise Him the best way you can!!!

We can also talk about something else...

🎵 and I'll rec you a song

🎬 and I'll rec you a movie

❤️ for a compliment

💯 and your favorite tumblr and I'll tag them

👀 Tell me about your crush

😑 Rant/vent about whatever

😬 Unpopular opinions

🥺 Top 5s (of anything)

😎 FMK  

💋 Have You Ever…

🧲 Would You Rather…

🙈 Go on anon and tell me a secret

🍄 Learn 1 random fact about myself

📚 Rec me books or fic

✍️ Ask me questions about my fic/wip

🌧️ Ask me anything!!!

Let’s do this!!!

Tagging my lovelies for sb and to join me 🙏😊

@glowunderthemoon @legendsofwholock @farfromhaz @hoforhaz @mysmileyspideyboi @angelhaz11 @thirsttrapholland @softspiderling @softbaby-tom @heyhihellowhatsup0 @hazshauntedbelle @hypnotized-so-mesmerized​ @fatnb @cherry-holland @robbinholland @angelic-holland 

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writing challenge masterlist

this is the masterlist for the Buckygrantbarnes writing challenge. Check the Original post for all rules.

Reminder that fics are due September 1st. I’ll do another reminder at the one month and 2 week mark. This is not a strictly Bucky challenge!!!

If I haven’t reblogged your fic, dm me! And also, maybe tag some authors you think would be interested?

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Dialogue prompts

1- Ambushed by @the-omni-princess (Bucky Barnes)

Trust me (loki)=@william-snekspeare15

2- Bucky Barnes= @darkphoenixrisingwrites

3- Sebastian Stan= @your-imagine

Cat and mouse(Bucky Barnes) @legendsofwholock

4- You are my sunshine (Loki Laufeyson)= @adefectivedetective

5- Asking someone out = @ladybugsfanfics (loki)

6- Bucky Barnes= @darkphoenixrisingwrites

7- you look better in it Mysterio= @lokis-scepter-101

8- Toes (Bucky Barnes)= @bells-writes

Chris Evans= @time-travel-bouqet

9- Sebastian Stan= @barney-james

10- tony stark= @my-capsicle-is-melting

11- Chris Evans= @your-imagine

12- Bucky Barnes= @fichoe21

13- Bucky Barnes= @xbuchananbarnes

14- sharing is caring (Bucky Barnes)= @gigglygwil

17- Wicked cradle (Bucky Barnes)= @wordywarriorwrites

Concept Prompts

2- Bucky Barnes= @beautyisthemoon93

3- oven ouchies (Sam Wilson)= @ironmandeficiency

End result Mysterio= @whistlingwillows

5- Steve Rogers- @kayla-kaboo

6- Pietro Maximoff- @ravennawritesfanfiction

8- Bucky Barnes= @gigglygwil Tom Holland= @fanatic1997

10- Inked wrists (Bucky Barnes)= @the-omni-princess

Found you (Natasha Romanoff): @thebookwormslytherin

11- Tony Stark= @ironmandeficiency

12- Love someone (Carol Danvers) @ladybugsfanfics Sebastian Stan= @shxrirogers

13- Bucky Barnes= @mareli-carter

14- Tomorrow (Bucky Barnes)= @kentuckybarnes

Peter Parker= @bitchassbucky

AU prompts

2- Neighborly Part 2 = @sugarfreecapsicle (Bucky Barnes)

4- Bruce banner = @magnitude101999

5- Catastrophe and the cure (Bucky Barnes)= @buckybarnes-xyou

Steve Rogers= @lxnarholland

6- Bucky Barnes= @thefvcker-tucker

7- Ready or not by @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan (Bucky Barnes)

9- Sebastian Stan= @barney-james

10- Bucky Barnes= @friday-ocean

11- Rumor has it (Steve Rogers)= @xbuchananbarnes