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I love our core trio, featuring law-abiding characters like Alex "the only crime you can go to prison for is murder" Rider, Kyra "if their firewalls aren't strong enough to keep me out they don't deserve privacy" Vaschenko-Chao, and Tom "I don't think girls and boys should sleep in the same room together" Harris
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Everything You Want (Peter Parker)
Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader
Warning: Cursing, lots of fluff and cliches
Summary: When Y/n breaks up with her ex, she declares to her friends that she will never, by any means, fall in love again. To her surprise, Peter seems to take this as a challenge, trying to win her heart in a mere afternoon. Â
Author: Dizzy
A/N: I was on a bit of an unexpected hiatus, but I am here to stay. School and quarantine was kicking my ass and my family is moving halfway across the country so things have been very hectic around here. But, with Falcon and the Winter Solider and me rewatching all the Marvel movies to cope with this wack ass time, I am feeling inspired.
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âThatâs it!â You slammed your lunch tray down on the cafeteria table as you huffed and sat down beside MJ. âIâm done with men. I hate love. Iâm over it.â
MJ looked over at you and sighed, rolling her eyes. She didnât believe you, especially since the boy youâd broken up with was the boy you dated not even a week after swearing off men the last time.Â
âWhat are you talking about?â Ned asked before receiving a swift kick from MJ.
âDonât ask about it.â The girl replied through gritted teeth as she fully turned on the bench to face you. âY/n, you know I love you, but I canât help but think youâre being a little rash.â
âRash?â You scoffed. âYou wanna talk about rash? MJ, you broke up with Ethan Brooks in eighth grade because he accidentally stepped on your foot at the winter formal.â
âI know youâre just being harsh because youâre heartbroken, but letâs be real, Y/n, you donât hate love.âÂ
âYes, yes I do. Iâm never, ever, ever going to fall in love. Iâm not even going to think about it. I now will live in a world of tragedy and heartbreak because love does not exist.â
You stabbed your fork into your mac and cheese aggressively. Maybe MJ was right, you thought, you might have been being a little harsh and you were very heartbroken.Â
You had the unfortunate curse of being a romantic, loving the idea of love and anything having to do with a good rom-com. You couldnât help but fall in love with everyone youâd ever had a romantic moment with. You just loved the experience that came with being in love.Â
However, now sitting heartbroken and eating your feelings in mac and cheese, you really really didnât like the idea of falling in love and would have rather fallen off the face of the earth than like another boy.
MJ sighed heavily, reading your body language and knowing you wanted nothing more than to curl up in bed and watch a sad movie.Â
âY/n, I know youâre sad, but look on the bright side, you have more time to hang out with us. Weâre going to the movies after school today.âÂ
You looked between your three friends, smiling shyly. âThanks, guys, but I really just feel like being alone.â
âOh, come on, Y/n.â Peter sighed, giving you a nudge with his foot. âI know you secretly want to pig out on popcorn and see that new horror movie.âÂ
âI donât think so, Peter. I really donât feel good.âÂ
Peter pouted, giving you puppy dog eyes. âPlease, Bug, come on. You blew me off last week to go out with Brad and weâre best friends. You owe me one.âÂ
âI thought we were best friends.â Ned spoke up, earning another swift kick from Peter. âOw! What is with you guys and abusing me?âÂ
You smiled, rolling your eyes at your friends. Especially at Peter, who seemed serious enough to use the only face you couldnât resist and a nickname that always seemed to keep your attention on him.Â
âIâll think about it.â You caved, taking another bite of your food.Â
âDonât think. Just say yes.âÂ
âAre you seriously going to be pushy right now, Parker?â You raised a brow at him. âI am heartbroken. Sick with sadness.âÂ
âIâm just saying, the best way to get over someone-â
âIs to get under someone.â Ned stated proudly, cutting Peter off.Â
âEw, no!â Peter gave Ned a light shove. âI was going to say that the best way to get over someone is to be around people who care about you.â
âOr burning his personal belongings before he asks for them back.â MJ added, stealing a fork full of your mac and cheese. âWe could always burn Bradâs stuff and roast marshmallows over it.âÂ
âI like MJâs idea way better than going to the movies.â You agreed, pointing to the girl beside you while you locked eyes with Peter.
âWeâre not going to burn his stuff!â Peter exclaimed as MJ frowned. âIâm pretty sure itâs illegal to burn someone elseâs property and we already made plans to go to the movie.â
âWell, damn.â You frowned. âNow look whoâs being harsh.âÂ
MJ began to chuckle beside you as Peter began to frown.Â
âHarsh would be me forcing you to go to the movie.â
âOh yeah, and badgering me to go isnât forcing me right, Peter?â You raised a brow at him as you finished the last of your meal.Â
âAt least Iâm asking and not physically forcing you to go.â
âThat is true.â You shrugged. âI guess Iâll come, but if I am having a terrible time, you have to take me home.â
âAlways.â Peter smiled, nodding as he reached forward and grabbed your hand. âItâll be fun, Bug. I swear.âÂ
You shrugged, squeezing the boyâs hand as the bell rang loudly. You pulled away quickly, catching a glance at your now ex-boyfriend and the girl attached to his arm as he walked past your table. You cleared your throat, corralling your things together as you rose from your spot on the bench.Â
âIâll-Iâll, uh, see you guys later. Iâve got to get to Chem. I canât be late again or Iâll get a detention.â You stammered, feeling the tears prick at your eyes as you pulled your books in your arms.Â
âLet me walk with you.â Peter offered, noticing the sudden change in your mood as he rose from his seat and rounded the table to where you stood. âI have to get to Bio next door anyway.â
You nodded silently, surprised when you felt Peterâs hand press lightly against the small of your back as he guided you through the crowd in silence.Â
âYou know, Bug, itâs okay to say things arenât okay.â He finally said as you made it into the outer corridor of the cafeteria.Â
You bit your lip at his words, holding back the tears as you glanced over at him so he could finally see your eyes and cheeks red with pent up feelings.
âIâm fine.â You choked out, swallowing the lump that formed in your throat.Â
Peter pulled you aside, out of the way of the walking students. His eyes, you could see as he rested his hands on your shoulders and forced you to look at him, were full of concern.
âI know youâre not. You want to talk about it?â
You couldnât help it, the warmth and care in his brown eyes caused your tears to begin to fall as your hand shot up to wipe them quickly.
âYou must think Iâm pathetic.â You laughed uncomfortably as you spoke, âIâm crying over some stupid boy and you have to watch.â
Peter shook his head, his expression clearly showing the confusion in his mind as he looked at you.Â
He never found you pathetic nor would he ever. On the contrary, he found you to be the most amazing person heâd had ever known, and not just because you were best friends. Watching you cry, he realized something heâd never wanted to take a good hard look at.Â
You were the girl heâd always wanted to be with and youâd always kept him on the sidelines. You were everything heâd ever wanted and yet you always kept him as the best friend, the shoulder to cry on, the boy who often kept you afloat.Â
For a girl so in love with romance and cliches, youâd never realized how much of a walking cliche the two of you were.Â
Not that Peter was upset. He would never be upset by that, especially when you still allowed for him to be so close by your side.Â
âOh, Y/n.â He pulled you into a hug after giving you a moment to clean yourself up. âI would never think you were pathetic. Youâre the best person I know.âÂ
You sniffed, bringing your arms around him to embrace him back before pulling away and looking up at him.Â
âYou really think so?â
âI know so.â He gave you a shy smile as he glanced down at you.
Your eyes traveled from gazing into his and looking to the spot on his shirt that you had now stained with tears and mascara.
âEven if I stained your nice white shirt with my make up?â
Peter pulled away, looking down at the shoulder of his shirt as he tugged at it to see the stain better. He sighed, chuckling lightly as he looked at you with a smile as warm as the look in his eyes.Â
âI have other shirts. I didnât really like this one, anyway.âÂ
âPeter, thatâs your favorite one.âÂ
Peter shrugged, letting go of the fabric between his fingers as he looked at you, wiping away the last remaining tear that clung to your cheekbone. âIâll just have to find a new favorite then.â
You swallowed a bit, your hand reaching up and resting on his wrist as you smiled shyly, sudden feeling nervous.Â
âI should probably get to class.â You said softly, your voice barely above a whisper.Â
Peterâs hand fell from your face quickly as he became aware of the new energy between you two.Â
âYeah, yeah.â He cleared his throat harshly. âI should get going too.â
You nodded, allowing for silence to fall between you two as you quickly rushed to class, giving him a small wave before walking into the classroom.Â
The rest of the day felt uneventful and monotone with spurts of sadness and confusion here and there. You could feel the heartache of your breakup settle in every once in a while, especially in moments in which you let your mind wander while watching your ex-boyfriend now flirt with the girl beside him.
When your mind wasnât wandering with thoughts of pain and heartbreak, it was full of thoughts of Peter and the moment you shared in the hallway.Â
It wasnât that youâd never had a moment like that with Peter before, youâd had plenty of moments in which he comforted you while you were upset and visa versa. You were best friends, of course youâd have your fair share of comforting moments, such as the time when you spent a week at Peterâs house after his uncle passed away.Â
However, while you sat in class with your pen between your lips as you watched and counted down the minutes to the bell ringing, you couldnât shake the feeling that that moment in the hallway meant something more to you.Â
As the bell finally rang, you practically ran out of the classroom and into the hall, only to run into the person you were looking for.Â
You feel backwards and onto the floor, slightly shocked by your bottom hitting the ground as Peterâs hand shot out towards you as he bent over.Â
âShit, Y/n, you okay?â He asked as you grabbed his hand and allowed for him to help you up.Â
You dusted yourself off before picking up your bag. âYeah, Iâm fine.âÂ
âWhat were you running for?â
âI was, uh, looking for you. Weâre supposed to go to a movie, right?â
Peter nodded, starting to walk towards the front entrance of the school, his hands shoved into his pockets as you walked closely beside him.Â
âAre you feeling better?â He asked after the silence between you felt too heavy for him to bear.Â
âI donât know.â You shrugged. âI donât know how I could really feel better while having to see my newly ex flirt with another girl not even 24 hours after our breakup.â
âIâm sorry, Bug.â
âItâs not your fault.â You shrugged, kicking a rock that sat on the sidewalk in front of you. âHe can do what he wants. Heâs a single man now.âÂ
âI wouldnât call him much of a man.â Peter admitted, taking a look in your direction.
You kicked the rock again as you approached it, watching it bounce and tumble down the sidewalk and into the grass.Â
âAre MJ and Ned going to meet us at the theater or whatâs the plan?â You asked, trying to derail the conversation from the topic you had no interest in rehashing.
Peter pulled a hand from his pocket and rubbed the back of his neck before putting it back in his pocket. He shouldâve known youâd ask about the other two people who were supposed to be in attendance to your evening out.Â
âMJ had to go to detention since sheâs behind on her sketchbook work for art class. You know how she is, likes to draw people in detention for whatever reason. And Ned went home sick after lunch. He made the mistake of eating the meatloaf.â He lied, surprised he thought of something believable off the top of his head.Â
In reality, he paid MJ twenty dollars to refrain from going to the movie and to lie about her whereabouts, something she never had trouble at doing, and he promised Ned that heâd spend the rest of the weekend helping him build another Star Wars lego model even though Peter wanted to grow out of the habit of playing with legos.Â
You frowned a bit, having hoped you couldâve had some much needed girl time with MJ and wanting the funny commentary and banter of Ned during a movie that would normally terrify you.Â
âOh. Well, that sucks, but itâs okay. At least weâre still going together.â You raised your frown into a slight smile.Â
Silence fell between you once again, leaving the only audible sound to be the wind and your heels hitting the ground in unison as you walked towards the movie theater.Â
âDonât worry about paying tonight. Itâs my treat.â Peter stated as the theater came into view on the horizon.Â
âOh, Peter, you donât have to.âÂ
âNo, I want to. Just let me treat you to a night out. I feel bad that youâve been having a rough day, so itâs the least I could do.â
You reached out and grabbed his arm, stopping him in his tracks before you engulfed him into a hug with your arms tight around his neck and your perfume filling his nostrils.Â
âPeter Parker, you are truly my best friend and the love of my life.â You announced proudly, not realizing that the words warmed Peter in a way heâd never experienced before.
âI love you too, Y/n, but I cannot breathe with you choking me out like this.â He said softly, pretending to wheeze as you pulled away, giving him a shove.
âYou are so dramatic.â You chuckled, starting to walk down the sidewalk once again.Â
âIâm dramatic?â Peter scoffed as he jogged to keep up with you. âArenât you the theater nerd?â
âDoesnât mean youâre not also a drama queen.âÂ
âIâll have you know, I am very good at keeping my cool.â
âTell that to Flash Thompson and your little rivalry.â
âFlash is an asshole.âÂ
âIâm not saying he isnât,â you argued, âall Iâm saying is that you get a bit dramatic with him. I like to think heâs secretly in love with you.âÂ
âEw, gross.â Peter shook his head. âFlash is the last person Iâd want a dramatic romance with.âÂ
âI think Flash is the last person anyone wants to have a romance with.â You laughed.
Peter was glad that it seemed your spirits were lifting as you finally made it to the theater. He could feel his own spirits lifted by your bettering mood which left him not needing to worry as much.Â
He didnât know whether it was the elation in mood he was feeling between the two of you or the instinctive urge to keep you close and protected that had him reaching for your hand as he opened the door to the theater to let you in first, but as you walked through the corridor, he grabbed it without thought or hesitation.Â
You didnât know what possessed him to grab your hand either, but you found yourself refraining from questioning it, wanting to feel the warmth and caring touch of someone else. Though your spirits were lifted a bit, you still felt lonely deep down.Â
âAre you okay?â Peter asked, glancing down at you as he grabbed the tickets from the girl at the ticket counter and began to guide you towards the snack bar.Â
You nodded, unsure of what to say as Peter continued to watch you closely. You held your breath, suddenly nervous with his eyes on you before you were saved by his eyes travelling to view the menu far above your head.Â
âIâm thinking we get a large popcorn and two sodas.â He thought out loud as you frowned. âUnless, thatâs not what you want?â
You blinked, shaking your head quickly as you spoke. âNo, no, sorry. I got lost in thought. That sounds fine. Iâm not that hungry, though.âÂ
âHow are you not hungry? You ate two bites of mac and cheese at lunch and then pushed it around on your tray.â
You shrugged, pulling your hand from his and crossing your arms over your chest. You were somewhat building up an appetite, but every time you did, you suddenly felt sick by your own intrusive thoughts about your heartache and break up with a boy you knew you shouldnât have been crying over.Â
âI guess Iâm not really in the mood to eat too much.â You finally said.Â
âWell, Iâm still getting the large and if you ask for any, I wonât give you some. You already said no.â Peter teased.Â
âOh, you would never say no to me.âÂ
âYou wanna bet?â Peter raised a brow as you reached the front of the short line.Â
âIâll bet you a bag of overpriced M&Mâs.âÂ
âI thought you werenât hungry.âÂ
âI am always hungry for M&Mâs.â
Peter smiled with a light eye roll. âAlright, but you canât eat any until we determine who won.âÂ
âDeal.âÂ
You smiled as he turned away from you, ordering your snacks and you began taking each one from him before he carried the popcorn and his drink and you carried your own drink and the bag of M&Mâs you were so excited to win. You watched your feet fall to the ground to his in unison as you two stayed silent, trying to navigate the hallway for the theater your movie was in.
âHey, Peter?â You caught the boyâs attention as he walked through the open door of your theater, a fistful of popcorn in his hand as he looked at you.Â
âYeah?â He began walking backwards as he faced you and tossed the popcorn into his mouth.
âCan I have some popcorn?âÂ
âYeah, sure.â He nodded as he spoke through his mouthful of popcorn and held the bucket out to you.Â
You began laughing, taking a few pieces of popcorn and popping them into your mouth.Â
âWhy are you laughing?â Peter asked as you were giggling beside him now following him up the stairs of the theater before looking down at his bucket. âOh. I guess you can have those M&Mâs after all.âÂ
âWe just made this bet! Howâd you forget already?â You chuckled, walking past him and into an aisle, picking the perfect seat in the middle of the theater.Â
âI-I donât know! I got so involved in the popcorn I forgot.âÂ
âI guess thatâs one way of saying you want to marry a food item.â You teased as he rolled his eyes and took a seat beside you.Â
âYou know, Iâm not going to get mad cause youâre going through it, but when youâre over it, I will get you back for this.âÂ
âHow? Youâre already a victim of premature Alzheimerâs. You wonât remember this by the time I get a new boyfriend.â
You reached over, grabbing a handful of popcorn and beginning to eat the pieces one by one as you watched Peter closely.Â
âYou know, sometimes I hate you.âÂ
âNo, you donât.âÂ
âHow would you know?â
âCause you donât even have a mean bone in your body. Flash bullies you mercilessly and you donât even say anything back.âÂ
âIs that a bad thing?â
âNo.â You shook your head. âIt makes you a good guy. And we need good guys in this world.â
âYou think Iâm a good guy?â Peter raised his brow as you nodded wildly at him.
âOf course I do.â You leaned over, placing a hand on his. âYouâre not just a good guy, but a guy too good for this world, you know? You deserve the world, but the world doesnât deserve you.âÂ
Peter leaned in close to you. âSorry, I donât think I heard that.âÂ
You could feel your breath hitch as he leaned in, his face a few mere inches from yours. It wasnât that you were scared, but nervous at your excitement at the thought of him kissing you.Â
Peter could feel your anxious energy as he leaned in close, the urge to kiss you in the way heâd always wanted to growing strong as he moved his head so your lips were lined up to his ear. It wasnât that he wanted to kiss you, but he didnât want to take advantage of your loneliness in that moment.Â
You leaned in close to his ear, your nostrils now full of his shampoo as you spoke softly. âI said that I thought you were such a great guy that you deserve the world, but the world doesnât deserve you.âÂ
âYou mean that?â He answered back, his voice as soft as your own.
He did dare lean back or move his head from the position it was in for fear that heâd kiss you so soon. The words you were saying were ones he always wanted you to say, but never thought would come out. He wanted to be everything you ever wanted, but your words now felt somewhat short yet so close to that sentiment.Â
âOf course I do.â You replied, your own urge to kiss him rising steadfast in the back of your mind.Â
You couldnât tell if it was your loneliness or the sudden dimming of the theater lights that had you realizing that all you wanted was to cross the line of friendship with Peter, a line you never realized was made to be crossed when it came to your friendship.Â
Every touch, every sweet nothing, every thing about him you loved began to swirl around in your mind as you pulled away from him and gazed into his eyes before planting your lips on his, pushing him back into the armrest of his seat.Â
Peter was shocked by the gesture as he leaned into the kiss, his hands resting on your cheeks before you pulled away from him breathlessly.Â
âY/n, I-â
âPeter.â You cut him off before giggling. âGo ahead.âÂ
âBug, I donât want you to think Iâm taking advantage of you and your feelings about your breakup even though I really like you and-âÂ
You cut the boy off with another kiss, not wanting to hear what he had to say. You knew he was going to give you some speech about how you might not know what your feeling and so on, but you didnât care. You knew that you kissed him and you liked it and that it felt more right than any date with Brad.Â
You pulled away, putting a hand over his mouth before he could speak as you began to instead. âPeter, I know how I feel. I like you too, okay? Now, can we just take advantage of the fact weâre some of the few people in here and just hang out?â
Peter nodded, pulling your hand off of him. âI think Iâd like that.â
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Mari Christmas And A Happy New Adrien
Summary:
Lost in the aftermath of Hawkmoth's defeat, Adrien loses complete track of time and before he knows it, the holiday season is upon him. Will a Christmas visit to his girlfriend's house be just what he needs to move on?
Hello and welcome to my piece for the @mlsecretsanta event! My giftee, @lesslinette, asked for among other things, Adrienette, family bonding, fluff and just a bit of hurt/comfort and I aimed to please!
I had to do a good amount of research into French and Chinese Christmas traditions (including interviewing my long-suffering French friend - thanks @emsylcatac!), so hopefully I didn't get anything *too* wrong.
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Enjoy!
Marinette đ: You still up?
Adrien: Yeah Still not sleeping great House was always too quiet Never thought it could get more quiet tho lol Whats up?
Marinette đ: :( Just wondering what u were doing 4 xmas Since You know
Adrien: Since father went to jail and mom died again? Havenât thought about it Guess ive still got time to figure it out
Marinette đ: ⊠..Its the 23rd of Dec Like 2am Not a lot of time left
Adrien: oh Guess uh Stay at home?
Marinette đ: Adrien Its been like two months Youve been going crazy in there Youll just be stuck in there all by yourself Why donât you come over?
Adrien: I donât know⊠I donât want to bring anyone down Or ruin anyoneâs christmas
Marinette đ: Adrien âKindest Boy in Parisâ Agreste
Adrien: Oh no she used my middle name
Marinette đ: You are coming over tomorrow And letting me pamper you And letting my family - your REAL family - love you And that is the end of that ...Is that okay with you?
Adrien: Whatever you say maâam
Marinette đ: Good Be here no later than fifteen hundred Let me know if I need to pick you up
Adrien: Will do
Adrien laid back down, his face lit up only by the glow of his phone and the only noise in the room being Plaggâs snoring. Putting his phone to sleep, he turned over, closed his eyes, and honestly smiled for what felt like the first time in a long time.
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Adrien reached the door to his girlfriendâs house with a gift under one arm, an envelope in his pocket, and a weak smile on his face. The latter wasnât because of a lack of feeling on his part - the exact opposite, actually.
It had been hard to go to sleep after their conversation that night, a swirl of mixed emotions keeping him from getting the rest that he craved. Last night wasnât much better and he was left exhausted. Heâd even been half tempted to call and say that he couldnât make it, but somehow that only made him feel worse.
So here he was. Heâd shambled his way to the car, driven himself there through blurry eyes and frequent yawns, and turned the doorknob. Maybe theyâd understand if he just dropped off the present and headed home.
Well, maybe not home, but just where he lived.
The instant the door opened, a wave of hot air buffeted him. Not only did it warm his freezing face, it brought all sorts of wonderful smells on it. There were the expected scents - baked potatoes, salmon, chicken. But then was something else, something a little harder to place.
After puzzling over it for a moment, he shook his head and stepped into the house. No sooner had he closed the door behind him than he heard some voices calling out from deeper inside.
âWait, was that the door? The family wasnât supposed to be over until tomorrow, werenât they?â
âTom, that has to be Adrien!â
There was excitement in Sabineâs voice that warmed his heart, but not quite as much as when heâd taken a couple steps into the house and was blindsided by Marinette bursting out of the living room to wrap him in a hug.
âWorried I might not show?â Adrien whispered after they parted from their kiss.
âNot even for a moment, chaton.â She smiled up at him before her eyes wandered down to his arms, a suspicious look on her face when she saw the one present. âLooks like you showed some restraint this year.â
âOf course!â At her continued doubting look, he added. âCome on, Iâm perfectly capable of giving reasonable gifts.â
âLast year you tried to give me my favorite restaurant.â
âBut I didnât!â
âOnly because I hid your checkbook and credit cards!â
Adrien snorted. âDetails.â
Rolling her eyes, Marinette tugged on his coat sleeve. âFollow me, you ridiculous man. You can put your gifts under the tree, weâll open them tomorrow.â
She led him into the living room, where their Christmas tree had been set up in all its glory. There were red paper chains wrapped all around it and a huge variety of homemade ornaments - including a few that heâd made in years past. Ever since he and Marinette had started dating, heâd been welcomed into their household with open arms. And even before that, theyâd been nothing but kind to him.
His eyes poured over the tree, looking for one specific ornament. It didnât take him long to find it - with its poor quality, it stood out among the beautiful glass orbs and painted baubles. His fingers brushed over the patches of glitter, a nostalgic smile spreading across his face as he took in the patterns of melted wax inside it. His first ornament. Theyâd barely been dating a few months when heâd made that one.
Had it really been four years already?
Arms wrapped around him from the side and he looked down at Marinetteâs chin resting on his shoulder, peering up at him with big blue eyes.
âWhatâre you thinking about, hot stuff?â
âOld memories, thatâs all.â
âHmmâŠâ She leaned up to give him a kiss on the cheek. âYou just about ready to make some new ones?â
âWith you? Always.â
âYou two want to come in and help us finish cooking dinner?â They both jumped when Sabineâs voice reached them.
Blushing, Marinette reluctantly let Adrien go and headed toward the kitchen. âComing, maman!â
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A few hours later and the four of them were seated around the dining room table. Some things had been moved around from what Adrien remembered from the usual arrangement, and a long table had been set up. Most of the spaces were empty - with the four of them, only about a third of the table was occupied. But while the chairs were mostly left bare, the table was not.
Even though he had helped make some of it, Adrien was still amazed at how good the food all looked when laid out on the table like this.
Most of it was pretty traditional, at least from what he knew. A lot of the time his experience with Christmas dinners were meals allowed to grow cold until he gave up on his father showing. But the roasted chicken was still steaming when they cut into it, the smoked salmon and toast still holding the heat of the oven on them. Add in the gratin dauphinois and this was just about the ideal Christmas dinner he could imagine.
Naturally, it got even better with Sabineâs contribution - spring rolls.
As Adrien shoveled them onto his plate, he asked Sabine, âIs this the only Chinese dish for today, maman?â
âJust you wait, dear.â She smiled over her plate. âToday was Tomâs turn to make dinner. Tomorrow will be mine and youâll definitely have your fill then.â
âI canât wait!â Adrien took some of the chestnut sauce to pour over his chicken. Which reminded him⊠He glanced nervously toward the oven. âI donât suppose you made foie gras, did you?â
Marinette made a face and shivered.
Tom quickly shook his head. âOh no, son. Back when Marinette was⊠what? Eight, nine? She found out how it was made and made us promise to never have it again.â
âEleven years later and we havenât broken that promise yet,â Sabine finished. âThere are plenty of other foods in the world.â
âThatâs good.â Adrien breathed a sigh of relief. âIt always made me uncomfortable when my father ordered it.â
âOrdered, dear?â Sabine gave him a confused look.
âOh, we never really cooked our own dinners.â
Tomâs jaw dropped. âNot even Christmas dinner?â
âNope. Sometimes heâd have to order the dinner prepared the day before and then weâd reheat it the day of, since no one wanted to come into work on Christmas day, you know?â
âI seeâŠâ Tom shared a look with Sabine, but the meaning was lost on Adrien. âWell, you make sure you have your fill, son! Weâll be making more for tomorrow, so this is all for us.â
âThanks,â Adrien said with a grateful smile.
The conversation meandered and for the most part Adrien was just content to listen in, drinking in the company after spending so much of his time recently just by himself. Well, mostly by himself. Marinette would visit whenever she could get the time between college classes and internships. Nino and Alya were more elusive, if only because they were outside the city so often these days.
But there was one person who was his constant companion, Adrien thought with a smile as he peeked into the breast pocket of his T-shirtâŠ
...Only to see that it was empty. Maybe heâd gone to visit Tikki and the kwamis of the miracle box? Adrien was drawn out of his thoughts when Sabine directed a question at him.
âAre you ready for the pre-dessert snacks, dear?â
âOh! Sure, yeah. What do you have?â
âYouâll love it!â Tom excitedly got up and hustled over to the kitchen, Sabine right behind him. He raised his voice to be heard as he went to the room next door. âWe know how much you love camembert soâŠâ
Adrienâs eyes widened. They didnâtâŠ
Tom returned with a platter of cheeses in his hands and a frown on his lips.
âSomething wrong, papa?â Marinetteâs eyes glanced between Tom and the cheese platter.
âNo, no⊠its just⊠I could have sworn I bought more cheese than this. And I was so sure that I had purchased camembert.â He rubbed his chin. âAh well, there is more than enough for the three of us anyway.â
While Sabine set down a large bowl of salad in the middle of the table, Adrien glanced at Marinette. At his side, Marinette was biting her lips and pointedly staring into the middle distance, trying her hardest not to laugh. For his part, Adrien was frustrated that he couldnât go anywhere without Plagg making a noticeable dent in the food supply.
His annoyance with Plagg was so great he almost didnât enjoy the Yule Log that Tom had made for dessert. Almost, but not quite.
Once they were done with dinner, they cleared the table.
âSo, howâd you like the meal?â Marinette asked as she dried off the dishes while Adrien washed them.
âDefinitely better hot. And homemade.â
Marinette chuckled. âIâm glad the bar was so high for us. Really makes us feel like we accomplished something here.â
âHow aboutâŠâ Adrien bit down on his lips and narrowed his eyes in thought. âIt was the most delicious meal Iâve had in months.â
âOoo, now weâre getting somewhere.â
âYears even.â
âGood, good, go on.â
âI had never known food could taste so delicious until you graced me with your heavenly meals.â
Marinetteâs eyes gleamed with restrained laughter, the hint of a barely contained smile ruining her deadpan. âGlad I could finally weasel how you really feel out of you.â
âYeah youâre pretty good at that, arenât you?â Hands still in the sinkâs soapy water, he leaned over and planted a kiss on her forehead.
âNo fooling around now, we still have to help put up the last decorations before we relax for the night.â
âWhat sort of decorations?â
âPaper lanterns and paper chains. That sort of thing.â At Adrienâs politely confused look, she added, âItâll help make momâs side of the family feel welcome. Plus they look pretty cool.â
âWell what are we waiting for then? Letâs kick this into overdrive!â
Adrien suddenly worked in a flurry, Marinette scream laughing as she got splashed with some of the water thrown up by his breakneck pace. Marinette could barely keep up between her giggling, but she somehow managed.
With the last fork, plate, and glass sparkling clean and put away, Marinette shook her head and dabbed at her slightly damp shirt with a fresh towel.
âYouâre a dork, you know that?â
âSo my girlfriend tells me.â
Adrien relished the sometimes quiet, sometimes loud evening he spent with the Dupain-Chengs. When he went upstairs and cuddled Marinette in the cozy darkness, Adrien felt only excitement for the next day
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Morning came swiftly, but Adrien rose to meet the dawnâs first light with a smile on his lips and a spring in his step. Marinette was⊠a little less eager, but he managed to coax her out of the bed, eventually.
When they finally got down the stairs and made it to the kitchen, Sabineâs eyes widened and she even froze in the middle of folding one of her dumplings.
âMarinette? Iâm surprised to see you up so early.â
Bleary eyed, her daughter simply jabbed a finger toward Adrien and grunted. Adrien rubbed the back of his neck and chuckled.
âI knew youâd be a good influence on her, sweetie.â Â Sabine patted his cheek with a warm smile. âNow, once youâve had some breakfast Iâd really appreciate some help out here. From you especially, Marinette, since you know exactly how to do it the way I like it.â
âCanât Tom help?â Adrien made some toast for him and Marinette, doing his best to stay out of Sabineâs way. âNot that Iâm not willing to lend a hand, but heâs got to be pretty good at it after all this time, right?â
Sabine laughed and even Marinette cracked a smile. âYouâd think so, but no. The man can make almost any dessert known to French mankind, but Iâve yet to see him finish one spring roll or dumpling in all our years of marriage. Just about the only thing Iâm trusting him with today is the roasted pork.â
âNot even the cheese plate?â Adrien asked, tongue in cheek. To his surprise, Sabine shook her head gravely.
âWe donât make one for Christmas day. After all, everyone that is going to be here is from my side of the family and weâre all lactose intolerant.â
âOh.â Adrien glanced at Marinette, who shrugged.
âI got lucky and got papaâs tolerance for it, I guess.â
âHuh⊠well, can I help?â
A few hours passed, most of which Adrien spent doing vital but unskilled cooking like stirring and kneading. Although they did let him try to fold a few dumplings. It ended up nowhere near as well done as Marinetteâs, but she still gave him a kiss on the cheek for the good effort. From what he gathered, Tom had never even managed to get it to stay together.
They had just put the last batch in the oven when they heard a knock at the door, Sabine quickly taking off her apron as she rushed to answer it.
Adrienâs ears perked up when he heard a conversation in Chinese start up, but between him being a little rusty and them speaking so fast, he couldnât pick out much.
A few moments later, Sabine walked back into the room with an older Chinese couple. Marinette pulled him towards them. Sabine put a hand on Adrienâs shoulder and introduced them.
âAdrien, these are my parents. My mother, Ling,â she said, gesturing towards the grey-haired woman currently hugging Marinette. âAnd my father, Zheng.â
The older manâs grey eyes sparkled with excitement as he held out a red envelope for Adrien, who just now noticed that Marinette had also been given one. He froze, eyes widening. Was he supposed to have gotten them something too? He hadnât realized that anyone would be getting him anything, except maybe Marinette. There was a moment where he was about to decline but he took a shot in the dark and accepted.
The moment his hand touched the envelope, Zheng spoke in Mandarin, âBest wishes for the New Year!â
âThank you very much!â Adrien replied automatically in the same language. While the finer points might escape him, Adrien was fluent in niceties.
Zhengâs eyes widened before he nodded sagely to himself. âAhh, I see youâve picked up some Mandarin from my daughter, yes?â
âOh, no, sir. Iâve been studying since I was fourteen.â
Once again, Zhengâs eyes widened before he chuckled and looked knowingly at Marinette. âThis one is definitely a keeper! I approve.â
Marinetteâs cheeks were almost as red as the envelope, but she still smiled.
The bright, enticing red of the envelope made him want nothing more than to open it right then and there. But Adrien took a nod from Marinette, who had very pointedly left it sealed even as she refused to set it down. He chose to follow her lead as they all made their way to the living room.
While the Dupain-Cheng parents and the Cheng parents were getting settled there, Marinette volunteered them to go make some tea. Once they were in the kitchen and out of earshot of the new arrivals, Adrien held up his envelope with a raised eyebrow and curious look.
âYou can go ahead and look at it now, itâs just not polite to do it right when you get it.â She carefully unsealed the envelope. âIt's this Chinese tradition - good luck money for the new year, you know?â
Adrien followed her lead and found one ten, one twenty, and one fifty euro note inside. Glancing over, it seemed Marinette got the same. He was half tempted to just give her his euros since he didnât have any need for it, but decided that might be tacky. If she would even take them at all. After stashing the envelopes away in a kitchen drawer, they came back with tea for everyone.
Over the next few hours, more and more family members funneled into the house. Adrien, used to seeing maybe four people during the holiday season, thought the room would be close to bursting after the first aunt arrived with husband and two kids in tow. But then came the uncle and his family, then the second aunt with her boyfriend and by the end of it fifteen people were packed into the living room. For some reason apples in boxes became involved? Adrien thought that was a pun but that was more his pun sense than his linguistic skill.
Before anyone could get too settled in, they finally got to opening presents. Despite his fears from the red envelope, no one else seemed to have gotten Adrien anything.
At least, none of the extended family had. The Dupain-Cheng family, howeverâŠ
âHere you go, dear.â While the rest of the room was chattering among themselves, Sabine placed a package about as big as a shoebox on Adrienâs lap. Before he could react to it, Marinette had shoved a bag stuffed with packing paper.
âLet me go get your-â
Adrien felt a tug on his arm and looked down at Marinette seated beside him. âOpen your gifts first and then weâll open the ones you got us.â
âOkay, okay.â Adrien looked at the box on his lap and tore it open. He tilted his head in confusion as he lifted the fabric that he found there out of the box. His eyes widened when he realized it was an apron with âKiss the Chefâ on it.
âIts for when you come over to cook with us!â Tom beamed down at him proudly. âNow you donât need to borrow our aprons any more - youâll have one of your very own!â
Adrien felt his eyes get misty and he bit his lips to keep himself from crying. After a few moments of pulling himself together, he managed to say, âThank you, guys. Iâm really looking forward to wearing it!â
âSpeaking ofâŠâ Marinette prodded the bag she left with him.
âRight, right.â
Adrien removed the paper and pulled out what turned out to be a sweater, cream colored and decorated with mistletoes and black cats in red scarves. It felt amazingly soft as he slipped it on over his head, embraced in a warm hug that - he lifted the fabric to his nose and took a deep breath - yes, smelled exactly like Marinette. For now at least.
âDo you like it?â Instead of replying, Adrien wrapped his arms around Marinette and pulled her close to him, nuzzling his nose against her neck. Giggling, she smacked his arms lightly. âIâll take that as a yes, now let go!â
After he pulled his arms back, he stood up and stepped between the Cheng family members and made it to the tree before heading back to the little corner of the living room that they had claimed. He passed the envelope to Tom and the box to Marinette.
âA⊠gift card for an appliance store?â Tom said, his brow furrowing.
âI wanted to get you an actual new stove because youâre always upset at it,â Adrien explained in a rush, feeling embarrassed that his gift felt so⊠impersonal compared to theirs. âBut when I went to the store I had no idea what actually made a good stove and searching it up on the internet only made it more confusing and⊠yeah,â he finished lamely.â
He glanced up at them and felt better to see them smiling back.
âThatâs very thoughtful of you, Adrien! Thank you, weâll make good use of this.â
Beside him, Marinette began opening her gift, which Adrien was much more excited for. Not because he had spent any less for it, but because that at least he knew exactly what to get.
He knew heâd done good when she gasped as she pulled out the expensive fabric sheâd once stared at longingly from the otherside of a storeâs window in Paris. Which, of course, meant that he was also expecting the smack on his arm from her as well.
âAdrien! This is expensive! You definitely shouldnât have bought this.â
âActually, youâll remember that I get to spoil you exactly three times a year - birthdays, Valentineâs, and Christmas.â He gave her the most innocent look he could manage. âSo you like it then?â
She narrowed her eyes at him. âYou know I absolutely love it, you cat.â
âThen thatâs great!â He continued with the overly chipper and oblivious tone, knowing how much it bugged her. He rubbed his hands together. âSo⊠whenâs dinner?â
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After a Christmas dinner packed with Chinese dishes, they slowly returned to the living room.
Adrien sat in a corner of the room, taking in the warm and inviting atmosphere, the excitement and energy of so many people gathered together in such a small space.
Holding Marinette close, Adrien felt like he was part of a real family for the first time in a long time.
#Miraculous Ladybug#Adrien Agreste#Marinette Dupain-Cheng#Adrienette#Love Square#Tom Dupain#Sabine Cheng#ml secret santa exchange#my writing#Mari Christmas and a Happy New Adrien
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AIGHT YâALL I wasnât tagged but Iâm doing this anyways because f u c k i t
It's the year 2021 and you're obsessed with The Karate Kid. How are you feeling?
Deadasss weird as fuck, my dude. Like...out of all the things I couldâve predicted happening in our lordâs year 2021, it definitely was NOT getting hyperfixated on a hammy gay ship with a punk and a nerd from a goddamn karate soap opera. And yet...here we are??? I will never understand hyperfixations, my guy. But Iâve met a lot of really cool people in this fandom, so I canât really complain.
Did you grow up with TKK or are you new to the series?
I have never seen a single Karate Kid movie in my entire life. When I was a kid, it looked kinda dumb so I never got into it XD But then I saw my roommate watching Cobra Kai on Youtube Red one day (he has every streaming service known to man) and I was hooked. And...here I am!
We gotta do the basics. Favorite character: Â
Literally EVERYONE except for Kreese, Yasmine, Kyler, and Tory, sorry stans
Okay but if we gotta pick, Johnny Lawrence is my Problematic Fave. Also I love my boy Daniel, heâs trying his best!!! And Amanda LaRusso, we stan a queen!!!
Among the kids, definitely Miguel, with Demetri as a close second. I also love Sam, Aisha, Moon, and Hawk (pre- and post-Bastardization Arc, anyways XD)!
Favorite ship: Â
Take a look at my username and take a WILD FUCKING GUESS lmao Yes itâs Eli/Demetri because DUH, every interaction they have is so fucking gay and Eli fucking saved him!!! And came back to him!!! And betrayed the worldâs most terrifying dojo with a WAR CRIMINAL SENSEI all for Demetri!!! And how Demetri was willing to forgive him for everything at the drop of a hat because he always had faith there was still good in his best friend??? Thatâs TRUE LOVE motherfuckers. Please let them kiss in Season 4. I will sell you all of my limbs. Sam/Miguel is a close second because theyâre cute as shit and itâs just so lovely to see two people so unapologetically smitten with each other. They are in LOVE, and I will RIOT if they break up again!!! Keep Sam and Miguel together 2k21!!!
Underrated character:
SAMANTHA LARUSSO!!! The amount of hate my girl gets for acting like a normal teenager and fucking up occasionally JUST like the rest of the cast makes me want to start punching things. She cares SO MUCH about her friends!!! And she loves the shit out of Miguel!!! She hasnât always been the best friend but you know what??? Neither has Hawk, and we still forgave his ass!!! Also LET HER BE FEMININE but also kick utter ass, my god!!! Femininity should not be synonymous with being weak, yâall! ALSO DEMETRI, like yes, he likes to complain and occasionally run his mouth, but guess what else he likes to do??? Never give up on the love of his life his best friend Eli Moskowitz and refuse to lose faith in him no matter how much of a little shit heâs become, and I for one think thatâs very badass of him. Also the way he takes care of Eli pre-Cobra Kai in his own snarky bastard way makes me absolutely Weak and needs more appreciation. Like the dude has charisma and COULD have probably made other friends and left Eli behind if he wanted, but did he??? No, he wants the weepy loser with the lip scar in the polo shirts and dorky sweaters and will protect him as much as his wimpy ass is able!!!
Underrated ship (donât say therapy, lol): Â
Among the adults, Daniel/Amanda!!! Like maybe I just donât watch that much tv, but it seems kinda rare to me to see a happily married hetero couple, and itâs just nice to see a married couple who genuinely love each other and where thereâs not like...lingering resentment or some shit. I feel like this ship gets overshadowed by Lawrusso a lot (which like--okay, fair!!! Daniel and Johnny do have a ridiculous amount of chemistry, and the gay undertones are undeniable, so I get it), and it makes me kinda sad. I do love Lawrusso, but I donât like when Amanda has to get her heart broke for it to happen, you feel? Among the kids, honestly YasMoon. Like I really love the idea of Yasmine trying to better herself because of Moonâs influence on her and because Moon like...inspires her to be a better person, I guess? With their pretty strong friendship, it just makes more sense to me for Yasmine to get a redemption arc through Moon than through Demetri. ALSO girls DO often pull the whole âmean girlâ shtick to cover up being closeted lesbians, and Moon IS canonically bi, so it could work!!! I just think this one could be a really interesting Friends to Lovers take, and could make a really nice coming-out arc for Yas. And MoonPiper too, honestly!!! Like they only got 5 seconds of screentime so I understand WHY itâs underrated, but I still love what we DID get and loved that there was a canon gay ship (even if only for 1 scene lmao). Iâm really excited to potentially see more of them in Season 4!!! Please, Iâm begging!!!
Wax On, Wax Off or Sweep the Leg?
Sweep the Leg because it will always be deeply hilarious to me how Demetri took note of the first move Eli ever used on him and spent presumably weeks perfecting it OUT OF SPITE just to get him back with it at the soccer game MONTHS later. Just goes to show how OBSESSED Demetri is with Eli and their little karate rivalry which is just NOT straight, Iâm sorry
Which of Danielâs dumb little outfits is your favorite?
Thereâs something so funny about this pretentious little fuck walking around in fancy suits once he becomes a #SuccessfulBusinessman, and still occasionally trying to do karate in a full-ass suit (take THAT, Tom Coleâs boba!!!) Iâm also a big fan of how he looks in his gi with his little headband. Still killing that look as a 40-50-something!!!
Character from the films you most want to return, whoâs not Terry Silver:
Tbh I have still never seen a single Karate Kid movie (they took them off of Netflix, RIP), so...I donât really care if they bring anyone else back??? Iâm invested in the characters we already have in the show, I donât need some rando from the movies to make a cameo to have a good time XD The only character I really wanted them to bring back was Ali, and they already did, so like...Iâm good??? Thatâs all I really needed, I can die in peace now XD
Scene that lives in your head rent-free:
Basically any fluffy Elimetri scene, but 5 in particular: ~Miguel first meeting Eli and Demetri at the lunch table, and Eli looking at Demetri like he hung every goddamn star in the sky ~Demetri going off at a terrifying, âunhingedâ karate sensei on the first day of Cobra Kai because he made fun of Eliâs lip and Demetri is not about that shit ~ELI STEALING DEMETRIâS NACHO AND SMIRKING AT HIM, LIKE EXCUSE ME SIR PLEASE BE A LITTLE LESS HOMOSEXUAL IN FRONT OF YOUR GIRLFRIEND ~Eli yanking Demetri onstage during Valley Fest to hold a board, and Demetri being visibly like...extremely turned on when Eli breaks said board ~ELI SAVING DEMETRI DURING THE CHRISTMAS FIGHT, ELI APOLOGIZING, DEMETRI AND ELI KICKING COBRA ASS TOGETHER AKSBDCUWYVCBU
Will Anthony LaRusso ever be relevant?
I hope not! Heâs kind of a funny meme character to pop up now and again but I donât think he deserves a serious plotline when there are so many more interesting characters to follow.
You live in The Valley and are forced into the karate gang war. Which dojo do you join?
Miyagi-Do because Cobra Kai would eat me alive. Also Iâd probably straight up get stuck and die in that cement mixer, if I even made it that far XD Besides, being salty that your friend who you have a crush on likes martial arts better than you and starting martial arts to impress them but also being too lazy to join anything TOO intense is a Big Mood and I am certainly not speaking from personal experience here, no sirree
Whatâs your training montage song?
"Shut Up and Driveâ by Rihanna for a weight-training and bicep-flexing montage, âWhatever It Takesâ by Imagine Dragons for a more intense punching-and-kicking-shit montage. I donât know why this is, I just feel it in my heart.
Itâs the crossover event of the century! Which TV show are you combining with Cobra Kai for an hour-long Saturday night special?
*Briefly panics because I donât actually watch that much TV and most of the stuff I do watch is fantasy/sci fi shit that absolutely would not work for a CK crossover*
Hmmmm okay but ACTUALLY
You know what would be fucking funny as hell would be an Itâs Always Sunny In Philadelphia crossover. Allow me to elaborate: ~The Gang goes to LA on vacation during the height of the Karate Dojo Wars. They literally can get barely anything done without all these goddamn karate-fighting teenagers getting in the way. ~They are all very annoyed by this. Even the most obscure of tourist attractions is eventually intercepted by karate fights. ~Mac tries to join Cobra Kai because he sees all this karate fighting on, and wants to unquestionably prove both his badassery and masculinity. Both Johnny and Kreese are like âWtf are you doing here? Arenât you like 30?â ~Mac gets a planet-sized crush on Johnny after all of 5 minutes and endlessly gushes to the gang about him. The gang mercilessly roast him about this and about how much of a pathetic loser with his life together in no way whatsoever Johnny sounds like. They proceed to have exactly 0 self awareness about this. ~The Waitress is in town visiting family or something, and Charlie is stalking her, as per usual. However, every time heâs about to go up and talk to her, a pack of battling Miyagi-Dos and Cobra Kais throwing punches and kicks everywhere blocks his path. One times, Mac is among one of these packs and Charlie is like â???? He didnât get kicked out of that teen karate dojo yet???â ~Seeing how much the Kids These Days seem to like fighting, Charlie drops by a local high school to try and sell Fight Milk to the kids doing karate. Only Kyler and Brucks buy into it, and subsequently get the entire West Valley High wrestling team sick. Charlie is inevitably arrested, as Counselor Blatt thinks heâs selling the kids drugs. ~Dennis makes a plan to have sex with every hot chick he can in Los Angeles. He meets Ali on a dating app post-divorce, and inevitably tries to bang her. It doesnât work. ~Frank crashes the rental car, and inevitably the gang ends up at one of Danielâs dealerships. Dee quickly takes a liking to Daniel and is like âWatch, assholes--Imma homewreck this guyâs marriage.â She starts frequenting the dealerships to attempt to flirt with Daniel, until one day she walks in on him having sex with Johnny in a back room and sheâs like âIs that the guy from Macâs goddamn dojo?!?!â ~Dennis, of course, tries to sleep with Amanda. Amanda is not having it, and rebukes him in the most snarky, Amanda-esque way possible. Dennis is just like âOh not AGAIN--the women in this goddamn diva city have too high of standards!â ~Later on, the gang is at the beach and Dennis spots the blonde lady he went out on an ill-fate date with, and decides to give it another shot--that is, until he sees her go up and kiss another woman and heâs like âIS THAT THE LADY FROM THE CAR DEALERSHIP??? STUPID-KARATE-KICK-COMMERCIALâS WIFE?!? YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME.â ~Dee complains to Dennis about her lack of luck getting laid, and Dennis is just like âOh come ON, is everyone in Los Angeles gay???â Smash cut to Hawk and Demetri having sex, Moon and Piper making out, Bert and Nate holding hands, Chris and Mitch doing oral, and Amanda, Ali, and Carmen having a threesome. ~Frank tries to scam Kreese into buying cheaply-made karate equipment for his dojo. The gang ends up having to leave LA because Kreese is quite literally plotting all of their murders.
For tagging, uuuuhhhhhh @jackonthelongwalk @soe-leo @max-eagle-fang @cc-tinslebee @backawayfromthegay @asphodel-storm do the thing, if yâall havenât yet!
#cobra kai#cobra kai season 1#cobra kai season 2#cobra kai season 3#ck#tag game#binary boyfriends#daniel larusso#johnny lawrence#it's always sunny in philadelphia#iasip
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Take it Slow - Part Three
a/n: okay this is my first shot at a harry:y/n fic, and it will be multiple parts. y/n had a bad experience with an ex over a year ago, and finally accepts her coworker and good friend Niallâs invitation to go on a blind date with his friend Harry. (Fluff and slight smut? If you squint? )
Part One Part Two
You woke up at eight-thirty so you could shower and get yourself ready for the day. You blow dried your hair and threw some curls in at the ends. You put on some light makeup, and then rummaged through your closest for something cute, but casual to wear for brunch. You decide on a pair of light, high wasted jeans and a black shirt to tuck into them. You grab your white toms and slip them on. Five after ten Harry texts you letting you know heâs downstairs.
Heâs standing outside his car. He has a beanie on over his gorgeous hair, a few curls peeking through. Today he has a white t-shirt on with dark blue jeans. He looked heavenly. You could see more of his tattoos peeking through the white fabric. In the light of day you could tell he really did have a lot. Eagerly, you wrap your arms around his neck to give him a hug and a peck on the cheek. He wraps his arms around your waist and gives you a squeeze before letting you go.
âGâmorning.â He smiles.
âMorning.â He opens the door for you, closes it, and gets in himself. âSo, where are we going for brunch?â
âItâs called Rickâs, itâs really good. I like it because it actually has things I can eat.â He laughs. He starts driving towards the restaurant.
âWhat can a vegan eat for breakfast? I still eat eggs and stuff.â
âTypically, Iâll go for some fruit, potatoes, maybe even a slice of toast. I also eat beans.â
âThat sounds good.â
âOn any given day though I usually just make a smoothie.â
âI usually do a smoothie too.â
You pull up to the restaurant. He opens your door for you. Heâs such a gentleman. When you enter he takes his beanie off and shakes his hair out. Respectful of the establishment too. Itâs a seat yourself kind of place, so you find a booth in the back, and sit down.
A waiter comes over and pours you both some coffee and water, and tells you heâll be back. You both look over the menu. You agree to split a bowl of fruit. You opt for some oatmeal. You donât like how greasy omelets tend to be at place likes this. Harry orders beans on gluten-free toast. Your food is brought out pretty quickly. You didnât realize how hungry you were until you took your first bite of oatmeal.
âMm, this is perfectly made.â
âOh good, Iâm glad.â He smiles taking a spoon full beans. âSoâŠâ
âSo?â
âAfter this Iâll take you to get your car. Iâm sure you have things you need to do today, but I was wondering if you had plans tonight?â
âJust had a date with my TV, but I can cancel.â You laugh. âWhat did you have in mind?â
âWell, I was wondering if youâd like to come to my place. Iâd like to cook for you.â Your jaw nearly drops.
âYou cook?â
âSure do. I worked in a bakery as a teenager back in the U.K.â
âOh, cool. Iâd love to do that. Can I bring anything?â
âJust yourself.â He winks.
âNo really, I hate showing up empty handed.â
âHow about you bring a dessert?â
âWhat can a vegan eat for dessert?â
âDark chocolate, fruit?â
âIâll think of something.â
âPerfect.â
You both continue to eat. He puts his beanie back on when you get outside. He drives you to your car at Pinz. He gets out to let you out.
âYou donât have to keep doing that.â You say, taking his hand to help you out.
âSure I do, how would I get a proper hug goodbye in?â He says with a smirk on his face. He wraps his arms around you, and you reciprocate.
âThank you again for breakfast.â You say into his ear, and give him a nice kiss on the cheek.
âYouâre more than welcome.â He says looking at you. His lips press to yours, and you happily kiss him back. This time he breaks the kiss first. âRight, well we could be like this all day, so, um, Iâll see you tonight?â
âYup, what time?â You ask getting into your car.
âSeven?â
âWorks for me.â
You stop by the store on your way home. You grab some melting chocolate and some strawberries. When you get home you melt the chocolate and dip the strawberries in it, and pop them in the freezer. You also grabbed some red wine that would taste good with such a dessert. You take the remainder of the day to tidy up, work on some emails, and catch up on a TV show you were desperate to watch on Netflix.
Around five-thirty, you go into your room to look for something to wear. You wanted to look nice, so you decide on a dress. You pull out your navy blue dress that had the buttons down the front. The straps were thick, and it flowed around you down to the midpoint of your thighs. You put on a jean jacket, and slipped your white toms on. Harry texted you his address, and out the door you went with your dessert and wine.
You got to his place promptly at seven. He buzzed you in, and up you went. The door was opened a crack for you. You walked in and closed it behind you.
âHarry?â
âOver here, love.â
He had his back turned to you, as he was just straining some pasta in the sink. He had an apron tied around his waist. He had put a long sleeve button down shirt on, it was blue, not navy though, baby blue. He changed into an unripped pair of black jeans. When he turns around to look at you he rushes over to kiss you on the cheek and take the items out of your full arms.
âThat can go in the freezer.â You say pointing to the strawberries. You take your jacket off, and scan his studio apartment.
He had it set up perfectly. The bed was at one end, up against the wall, but still room for someone to walk on both sides of it. In front of the bed was a couch, and in front of that was a coffee table, and a TV mounted to the wall. He had a bureau adjacent to the bed. There was a full bath down a hall way. Opposite the bedroom/living area was a pretty decent sized kitchen. He had a small cart that he used as an island. There was a table that fit four chairs around it. He had camera bags and a giant iMac and desk in the corner next to his bed. He clearly worked at home quite a bit.
âHarry, your place is lovely.â You say walking over to him.
âThank you. You look beautiful by the way.â You kiss him on the cheek.
âSo, whatâs for dinner?â
âI made black bean pasta, and roasted some vegetables. Iâm just making up the plates now.â
âIt smells delicious.â
âPlease, have a seat. I can open this wine up.â
âThe wine will taste better with dessert.â You say sitting down at the table. He had lit two candles and you feel yourself melt a little. Heâs romantic.
âAlright, I have some other wine that will go with this particular dish anyways.â
He brings a plate over to you. You notice he had drizzled some olive oil on top. It looked like something someone could get at a restaurant. He sits down adjacent to you, instead of across, much more intimate.
âThis looks amazing, Harry, thank you.â
âOf course, I was happy to do it.â He takes out his phone, and you see him go into the Spotify app. He puts on some light music. You smile at him as you take a bite. You canât help but moan at how delicious the food it.
âThis is delicious!â
âIâm so glad you like it. Sometimes that pasta can be bland.â You love the way he says pasta. It sounds so different from the way you say it.
âSânot bland at all. Lots of flavor. And I love what you put on these veggies. Is that paprika?â
âYes, and a little chili powder. I didnât want to use too much because I didnât know if you liked hot food.â
âLove it, I love spicy food. Hot wings used to be my favorite thing when I used to eat meat. Now I do buffalo cauliflower.â
âYou make it yourself?â
âYup.â
âIâd love to try that sometime.â
âMaybe next weekend I could make it for you.â
âYouâd make me wait an entire week?â He asks playfully, shoveling some food into his mouth.
âWednesday is usually my rest day from the gym, if that works for you.â
âWednesday it is.â He smiles.
You couldnât believe how often he already wanted to see you. Your second and third date, now technically fourth, were back to back. It was nice to feel wanted for a change. After you two finish eating, Harry insisted he didnât want you to help clean up, but you insisted you did because he cooked. You decided on you wash, him dry.
âCare to have dessert over by the sofa?â
âSure.â
You pad over to the couch, and sit down, crossing your legs at the ankle. You hear Harry pop the cork to the wine you brought. You watch as he takes the chocolate covered strawberries, and puts them on a serving plate. He brings two glasses, the wine, and the dessert over. He pours you each a glass of wine.
âDid you make these?â He asks, pointing to the strawberries.
âSure did.â You take a sip of the sweet wine. âHere.â You pick one up and hold it in front of his mouth. You expect him to take it from you, but instead he just takes a bite. You feel goosebumps raise on your body. He licks his lips after and takes a sip of the wine.
âYou were right, this wine is perfect for dessert. Thatâs a juicy strawberry.â He picks one up and smiles at you, gesturing for you to do the same as him. You nervously lean forward and take a small bite. The chocolate shell cracks off, and falls onto your dress.
âOh, shit.â You pick it off and place it onto the napkins on the coffee table. âI guess I couldâve done that more gracefully.â You laugh.
âItâs easier if you bite up here.â He shows you where, eating the rest of the strawberry you just bit into. âHere, try again.â He holds up another for you, and you bite where he showed you, this time not making a mess. âPerfectly executed.â You both laugh.
You guzzle down two glasses of wine like itâs nothing. He does the same, but seems less intoxicated than you. The majority of the strawberries have been eaten. You canât help but stare at the tattoo on his wrist. Itâs an anchor, you reach of his hand and trace over it with your index finger.
âCan I look at the others? The ones on your arms?â
âSure.â He shrugs his shoulders, stands up, and unbuttons his shirt. He reveals a white t-shirt, and places his button down on the bed. He sits back down and lets you examine him. âSome of them have meaning, and others were just for fun. Do you have any?â
âOh, god no. Something Niall and I have in common, weâre afraid of needles.â You laugh.
âBut your belly button is pierced.â He says raising an eyebrow at you. Your cheeks flush. âSorry, I noticed it last night while we were playing one of the games.â He smiles nervously.
âItâs alright. Sometimes I forget itâs even there. I got it my first year at college. I got drunk with my friends, and I felt like rebelling against my parents, so I got the one piercing my mom told me I couldnât have.â
âYouâd think she would have told you not to get your nipples done or something.â He takes a sip of wine. Your eyes grow wide. âSorry, does the word nipple bother you?â You feel your cheeks grow hot.
âUm, no. I justâŠâ You look down at yourself. His eyes grow wide and his mouth falls open.
âWait a second, so you wonât get a tattoo, but youâre telling me that not only do you have your naval pierced, but your nipples as well?â
âYes.â
âOkay, I need to hear this story.â
âIt was my junior year of college, and all of my friends and I got them done together. I was afraid, I knew it would hurt way more than this.â You point to your stomach. âSo we did a bunch of shots and went down to the parlor. The second one hurt worse since I knew what to expect after the first one.â
âWhy was that something your friends all wanted to do?â
âBecause not everyone was willing to get a tattoo. I think it was the permanence. Piercings can always be taken out. It was sort of childish. I couldnât wear a bra for over a week, which is not easy to do when youâre, well, chesty, and they burned so bad. They werenât infected or anything, it was just like this weird sting. Eventually I got used to it, and now I barely remember theyâre there.â You laugh, pouring yourself a third glass of wine. You figure you can always uber home if you need to. You top off Harryâs glass. âDonât tell Niall though, he only knows about the naval.â
âI promise you, I will not mention your nipples to him.â You both laugh. He scoots a little closer to you. âAnything else on your body youâd like to tell me about?â
âNope, I think thatâs it.â
Youâre feeling bold, and want him even closer to you. You put your hand on his forearm and rub it lightly back and forth. He takes his other hand and tucks some hair behind your hair.
âCome here.â He says, gesturing to have you scoot closer. He puts his hand on your lower back, and you press your hands to chest. Similar to how you were last night at your place.
He leans in, brushing his nose with yours. You kiss him first, and he pulls you in closer. He leans back against the arm of the couch, and your crawl into his lap, putting your legs on either side of him. You finally part your lips for him. Heâs slow at first, sliding his tongue along your bottom lip. You let out a small moan at the motion. His tongue enters your mouth, and you lightly suck on it, causing him to moan into you. You feel him twitch beneath you. Youâre practically hovering over him, but you still feel him shift. His hands move up your back, and pull you closer to his chest. Your hands go straight for his hair as he begins to plaster kisses to your jaw, and then to just under your earlobe. He nips and sucks at the skin.
âOh, Jesus.â You whisper.
âWrong name, love.â He says into your ear, nibbling on your earlobe.
You moan and press your hips down on to him. Not exactly grinding, but thereâs no space between you anymore. Your hands tug at his hair as he bites down on the crook up your neck. It was sure to leave a bruise, but right now you didnât care. Nothing some makeup up and a high enough shirt couldnât cover up. He lifts his hips to press into you, and you roll on top of him. The vibration of his moan against your neck runs through your whole body. It makes your mind wander to where else his hot breath, nipping, and sucking would feel good. Your eyes burst open. You canât think like that, not yet.
âHarry.â It comes out as a whimper, so keeps sucking on your neck, getting a good taste of you. You push back on his chest and grab his face in your hands. His pupils are fully blown, you imagine yours are as well. âI like what weâre doing, but our clothes have to stay on, all of them, okay?â
âOf course. Taking your dress off never even crossed my mind.â He smirks at you.
âSure it didnât.â You roll your eyes.
âIn all seriousness, I want you to feel comfortable, so if I overstep, please donât be afraid to tell me, okay? We can stop altogether now if you want.â
âI definitely donât want that.â You kiss him quick. âIâm just not ready to, umâŠâ
âYou donât have to explain yourself.â He smiles. âIâm happy to just make out.â
Your shoulders lower in relief. You kiss him again, this time sticking your tongue in his mouth. They mold together perfectly. You can taste the chocolate and the wine, and youâd be lying if you said it wasnât delectable. You could really smell his cologne too, it was intoxicating. You just wanted to berry your face in him. One of his hands slides down to the top of your ass, and gives it gentle squeeze. You lift up a little so he can get a better grip on you. He puts his other hand on your cheek, and laces his fingers in your hair. You moan into his mouth as he starts to suck on your tongue.
You desperately wish you could squeeze your legs together to relieve the pressure thatâs been building. Youâre certain your panties are soaked at this point. Heâs so hard for you, and you want to grind against him to help him relieve his pressure, but you donât. You know if you start this, youâll need to finish it. He took a break from your mouth and kissed down to the top of your chest. You knew your skin had to be pink from the alcohol alone. You move to kiss down his neck. You wanted to nip and suck on him the way he did you.
âOh, fuck.â He says breathless the minute your teeth pinch down on him. He pulls you as close as he possibly can to him. Desperate to feel your breasts against his chest. You start to roll your hips on him, moving back and forth. Your body needs the friction. He grabs your waist to halt your motions. You stop to look at him. His chest is heaving. âIf you keep doing this, Iâm going to come in my trousers, and Iâd rather not make things awkward between us.â He gives you a half smile. You start giggling and rest your forehead on his shoulder. He giggles along with you.
âGuess we should probably cool it for the night then, yeah?â
âI guess that would be the smart choice. I donât want to make you feel uncomfortable, but this couch has a pull out if youâd like to stay. I donât want to send you in an uber home alone at this time of night, and Iâm in no condition to drive.â What time is it anyways?
âThatâs awfully sweet, but Iâd rather go home. I donât have a toothbrush or anything here.â You smile. âI know who I can call.â
You get off of Harry, careful not ogle at the strain in his pants. You find your phone and call Niall.
âHe said he can be here in about fifteen minutes.â
âSounds good.â
You help Harry clean up the dessert and wine glasses. He gives you some water, and you guzzle it down. You two start to kiss again, slowly but with need, when youâre interrupted by a knock at the door.
âThatâll be him.â Harry says. âUse your key, mate!â Niall keys in. You think itâs cute he has a key to his friendâs apartment. Even Niall doesnât have a key to your place.
âOi, lad, what did ya do to my friend? Get her so drunk she couldnât get home?â
âEverything I did was from my own doing.â You slur, putting your jacket on. âUm, I guess Iâll have to come by tomorrow to get my car. I can just uber for that.â
âI can bring ya by here, (y/n).â Niall says. âHarry and I have plans tomorrow anyways.â
âPerfect.â You and Harry smile at each other. He puts his hands in his pockets and gives Niall a look.
âIâll go wait in the hall so you two can say gânight.â
You pad over to Harry and give me a deep kiss. Something for him to think about. He gives you a light tap on your bottom.
âI had a great time tonight, thank you for dinner.â
âThank you for the amazing dessert.â He bites his bottom lip. âGood night.â
âNight.â You blow a kiss at him as you leave.
Thank god Niall was home, and sober. Thereâs no way you wouldâve been able to get home tonight.
âSo, I take it you had a nice night?â He asks, as he peels out of the parking lot.
âMhm, heâs the best.â
âIâm proud of you.â
âFor what?â
âFor sticking to your not moving too fast thing. Not many women can resist Harry.â
âTrust me, itâs not easy. I gladly wouldâve fucked him tonight, but I know it wouldâve been too soon.â
âYou can do other stuff yâknow? Heâs a giver, you wouldnât even have to actually have sex with him.â
âWhat do you mean heâs a giver?â
Niall holds a hand up and separates two fingers under his chin and makes a licking motion. You scoff and nudge his arm.
âYouâre fowl.â
âIâm telling you. Iâm sure some heavy petting would be okay to start. You donât need to hop right on his dick. But you also donât need to punish yourself.â
âThatâs true, and I know I donât. Weâre seeing each other again Wednesday. Iâll see how I feel then.â
#harry styles#hs1#hs2#take it slow#harry styles x reader#harry styles y/n fic#harry styles imagine#harry styles fic#harry styles fluff#harry styles fluff fic#harry styles smut#smut#fluff#harry styles smut fic#yall please reblog#would love to know thoughts#i have nine parts written lets goooooo
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My thought process as I watch season 7 of GoT
-S07E03
-Can Cersei please shut up god, Iâm so tired of listening to her talk
-Qyburn can suck a dick
-i have never hated a character more in my life
-this is painful to watch
-oh no not the ince*t, god anything but that, Iâm so over itÂ
-STOP KISSING
-no one cares if you're the queen stop fucking your brotherÂ
-i would love to see cersei burned by a dragonÂ
-brooding buddies ahaha
-this scene is so pretty, the way his cloak blows in the wind is *chefs kiss*Â
-tyrion and jon interacting makes me happyÂ
-âare you trying to present you're own statements as wise wisdomâ PleaSeÂ
-donât make me think about robb and rickon PleaSe
-fucking lord baelish ugh
-sansa and her quick fire wit
-there are some chars i cant stand listening toÂ
-ooh is it arya, please i hope it is,Â
-its bran instead oop, didnât expect that,, hug it OUTÂ
-bran is so pretty wow
-this is so sweet, the way the snow enhances her hair is *chefs kiss*
-oh no is Sam gonna be in trouble for helping jorahÂ
-this is nice
-i hope sam doesnt get kicked out of the cidatalÂ
-GO SAMÂ
-ive heard so much about Casterly Rock and this is the first time Iâm seeing it and tbh the hype wasnât worth itÂ
-SECRET TUNNEL!!
-pointy stick go stabby stabbyÂ
-FUCKING EURON AGAIN I SWEAR
-canny hack it, am not enjoying this
-for fuck sake the lannisters are at highgarden and for why
-I still donât know if i like Jamie Lannister or not
-they arenât gonna kill ornella, i hope not
-they really think they're gonna win how embarrassingÂ
-she really just drank the wine
-the fact that jamie is jofferys dad still grosses me out
-S07E04
-pretty op sceneÂ
-Tom Hopper in game of thrones whaattttt
-Oh my god, every time i see cersei i wanna take my eyeballs out
-i donât trust baelish with bran
-i donât trust baelish period.Â
-imagine giving a kid a dagger that almost killed him i-
-i donât want meera to leave
--alot of people died for bran ouchÂ
-wait bran died, hol up, does that hes ACTUALLY the three eyed raven this timeÂ
-ARYA JUST GOT HOME
-they better let arya inÂ
-Arya gone ahah
-sansa and arya moment, reunited at last
-this moment is kinda sad tbh
-this is so wholesomeÂ
-its sad again, i wish robb and rickon were here too
-âits wasted on a crippleâ i bby noo
-brans wheelchair is so nifty
-i love podrick payne
-okay but theyre outfits are kinda bomb
-thats a lot of fucking dragonglass
-secret cave what will it hold
-the children and the first men are smartÂ
-yess queen fight with them, wait bend the knee i- nevermind
-ion like this, does she really think heâll bend the knee and the north folk will be happy
-what now
-oh no shes angry and doubting tyrion that cant be goodÂ
-jon is so prettyÂ
-Daenerysâ shoulder broche thing is so cool, i want one
-brianne and pod training together is so nice
-im so proud of arya, what a bad bitchÂ
-seeing arya ad brianne train has me shookÂ
-âIâm a Bastardâ me too jon me too
-ITS THEON I MISSED HIM
-uh-oh jon doesn't look happy to see theon
-are they gonna hug
-NO THEY ARENT FINNA HUG, pleas no fighting
-im glad he isnt killing theon
-the queen is gone?! Miss thing where did she go
-i can't get over the fact that tom hopper is in game of Thrones
-Fuck the queen especially Cersei
-its gone all quiet that means something bad is gonna happen oh no
-this shit gives me anxiety
-thats a lot of dothraki
-"we can hold them off" my guy no you cant
-she brought her dragon good luck holding them off now pahahah
-is this where jamie dies, I wouldn't be mad :|
-miss thing its over for them
-everything is going up in flames i- why are they still fight back at this point
-if ser bronn dies I'm gonna be mad
-sliced off the horse leg and for what
-deadass though if bronn dies I'm done
-i have so much anxiety oh no
-thats a big fucking arrow
-tyrion looks so sad oh no
-jamie is gonna die if he does boost soon
-I dont want the Dragons to get hurt ahhh
-i love bronn but king this ain't it
-HE HIT THE DRAGON THAT DANI IS ON I- THIS ISNT GOOD
-he blew the arrow thing up instead
-jamie leave youre going to die
-mayhe I don't want him to die just yet but he should listen to tyrion and fuck off
-ser bronn to the rescue?!?!
-im so stressed out ahaha
S07E05
-canny hack it they almost drowned
-jamie 'the twat' lennister
-tyrion walking through the aftermath makes me uncomfy, feels bad man
-dragon said rawr
-what the fuck kinda option is bend the knee or die
-tyrion murdered his dad and he'll do it again
-Just bend the knee it literally cant be that hard
-is she gonna feed them to the dragons
-oh my God she is, wait shes gonna roast them, that's definitely far worse than bending the knee
-ashes to ashes ig
-Cersei should be worried, Dani has three dragons why do they think they can win
-cersei gives me a headache
-jon is so pretty and for what
-mister dragon needs to chill
-is he gonna eat jon
-oh hes letting jon pet him alrightie
-it's kinda creepy seeing it up close ngl
-"gorgeous beast" PleaSe
-figure of speech yeah sure right mhmm
-didnt you want jorah dead like three seconds ago
-i fucking hate those ravens
-thats a big mountain
-thats a lot of dead folks oofdt
-oh sam
-hes a smart wee lad
-i hope they listen to sam, hes making very good point
-some of these measter are dickhead
-im so tired of bending this fucking knee
-what the fuck is a wet nurse
-how are you gonna bring a wight to the capital
-this is whisky business
-trusting a stranger is never a good idea but okay I guess
-the minute jon leave everyone starts shitting on him, what arseholes
-sansa is so pretty
-im so confused what is happening
- Ion like this
-oh no is jamie gonna kill tyrion
-not tyrion making jokes as if he isnt gonna die
-wheres gendry i miss him
-look at my mans I love him
-he looks so good,, look at him king shit
-pop off gendry with your big hammer thing,, I was not expecting that
-not miss thing tryna get bronn killed for betrayal i- đ€đŸhold up
-IS SHE PREGNANT AGAIN OG MY FUCKING GOd,, shes really ginns have another ince*t baby i đ,, cut the fkn camera
-gendry you had one job
-"youre alot leaner,, you're alot shorter" I king PleaSe pahahaha
-tyrion is so pretty
-jon you need to return cause like, I dont want you to die
-wait is sam leaving,, bye big library
-what is lord baelish up too now,, I'm sus
-only copy of what,, what is he doing
-is arya finna break into his room
-i dont like this,, he probably has whatever arya is looking for on him
-he hid it in the mattress that smart ngl
-what is lord baelish plotting,, it's making me unsettled
-"you need to convince the one with the dragons or the one with that fucks her brother" paahahah I cant pLease that's so fuunny
-tormund and jorah fight let's go
-"were all breathing" I mean ya I guess pahaha
-gendry is so pretty
S07E06
-they look so tiny against the snow
-"down south the air smells like pig shit" "you've never been down south" "I've been to winterfell" "that's the north" "pfftt" I love that whole interaction
-does tormund wanna fuck gendry i- pahahah
-hes allowed to be mad at you for selling him
-jorah and jon are having a moment bless them
-arya reminiscing about her dad is so cute and it makes me sad
-oh no they're arguing
-"beloved Joffrey" ouch
-we were getting along so well,, and lord baelish had fucked it up
-"gingers are beautiful" yes they are my guy yes they fucking are
-dws tomund what dick is đ€đŸđ€
-uh babies tormund chill out
-the way Jon's jacket coat thing puffs out is so funny
-i really hope Jon's not in love with Dani
-cersei wants to murder alot of people
-wait why cant dani have children
-they looks like ants in the snow
-is that a polar bear,, NOT A POLAR BEAR I REPAET NOT A POLAR BEAR
-THEYVE GOT FLAMING SWORDS
-mans is gonna get eaten alive
-hes gonna die out here and he doesn't even care,, or maybe he wont die i ??????
-where did they get a flaming sword from
-lord baelish needs to stfu
-what is baelish planning
-its gone all quiet again
-jon said slice and dice
-that a loud fucking screech,, oh no I hear rumbling that cant be good
-go gendry go!!
-theyre running across a lake what if the ice breaks,,
-gendry is a fast little fuck huh
-im so stressed I dont want anyone else to die,, especially gendry
-theyre gonna freeze to death
-oh no thros froze, feels bad man
-where did he get a flaming sword,, it pretty poggers
-ive got anxiety
-not sansa going back to king's landing
-miss thing, honey, sansa it's never safe
-yall Danis coat is so pretty
-how to train your dragons type beat
-well done hound you've provoked the dead
-wheres dani and her dragons when you need her
-if tormund dies,, oh nooooo
-someone should help him
-this is so sad
-sis came through what a queen
-the king Walker is gonna throw the ice spear and kill the dragon oh naw
-the stress is coming back
-he just killed on of her dragons,, I'm so shook
-jons gonna drown
-okai hes still alive but how long still he freezes to death
-miss thing you're literally gonna freeze to death dont try to fight
-seeing uncle benjen die, saving him,, that hurted
-the CRUNCH of Jon's coat oft
-shes not gonna kill sansa right?!?
-arya gave her the dagger but now what?!?
S07E07 (this should be good)
-bronn I'm offend men with dicks are just as good with men without them
-the dothraki really just fight for fun huh
-THEON!!!!
-not the brothels đ€đŸđ„Ž
-the wight doesn't enjoy that box
-cersei you wont be killing anyone,, miss thing needs to SIT DOWN AND STFU
-god I don't wanna deal with any lennister,, apart from tyrion
-i love podrick
-maybe I dont like ser bronn
-im sus,, something bad might happen,, its gone all quiet
-here comes miss thing and euron
-im gonna be sick with anxiety
-does everyone just have a permanent from on their faces or what
-i hate when she speaks
-dragons as a means of travel is so handy
-ats a big fucking dragon pahaha
-constant state of stress
-euron shut the fuck up
-euron is gonna get punched in the face if he doesn't shut up
-sit down euron or fuck off
-cersei shut up for two seconds
-does whe really think the army of the dead is a bad joke,, MISS THING COME ONNN
-does miss thing believe them now after almost being attacked by a wight
-100,000 AT LEAST oh no
-euron is scared lol hes definitely gonna die
-"until the dead is defeated they are our true enemy" Miss thing we've been trying to tell you
-oop mans already been pledged and miss Cersei is pissed
-honestly fuck the Lannisters
-everyone is pissed at jon for not lying lol
-tyrion don't talk to cersei,, that's a bad idea just waiting to happen
-oh lord am stressed
#game of thrones#incorrect quotes#theon greyjoy#jon snow#S7 recap#jamie lannister#cersei lannister#tyrion lannister#podrick payne#brianne of tarth#ser bronn#sansa stark#arya strak#daenerys stormborn#daenerys targaryen
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Good Company
Summary: Gwilym lee x fem!reader. Your familyâs annual ski trip with the Lees is the first time in a while youâre seeing your childhood best friend Gwilym.Â
Word Count:Â 6.3k
Warnings: cussing, fluff, smut light (18+!! marked with ***)
A/N: This is my entry for @laedymoonâ 1k follower celebration! This is only my second Gwil fic and it was actually really nice to write. I got some definite inspo from @sweet-ladyyâ MOTH ch. 5, this is a bit of a switcheroo on that, but if you know you know ;) Thank you to @coffeewritingwineâ for beta-reading! Any feedback including likes, replies, reblogs and asks are greatly appreciated! Especially replies, messages, and asks are super helpful for my writing âcause I get to hear what you think!
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(gif by @mazzelloplotsâ; ugh heâs so hot)Â
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Every March, for so long that it had become tradition, your family and one other would go on a ski trip. This trip started before the two pairs of parents were even married, and continued until now, when their kids were all grown up and had kids of their own.
This year, by some miracle, all kids, spouses, and now grandchildren were able to come. So it was you; your brother, Nick; your sister, Kate, her wife, Jen, their daughter Ella; and your parents Julia and James. On the other side was the Lees: the parents, Tom and Ceinwen; their son Geraint, his wife Mary, kids SiĂąn and Aled; another son Owen; their daughter Rhiannon, her husband Elwyn, their son Tomos; and finally, their third son who was your age and your childhood best friend, Gwilym.
There was no way the 18 of you would fit into one house, so you were divided into two that were next door to each other. The people with small children were in one house (affectionately dubbed the âchaos houseâ by you) and the rest of you were in the other. The houses were identical, two four-bedroom cabins with just enough room to house you all but not enough so that anyone could avoid each other. It was all by design because good old T, C, and double J wanted to make the most out of having all their kids and grandkids together at once.
Each couple had their own room, the kids were in one, Nick and Owen were sharing one (as they were also best friends), and you and Gwilym were sharing the other.
Which was fine. The two of you had had countless sleepovers since you were little, going all the way through until the summer before university, so you were totally comfortable in each otherâs presence.
Now that you were grown up, you were still close. Since you were both living in London, you did try to see each other at least once a month, but it was difficult with how busy Gwilym was with shooting and such. So when the trip came around, and you hadnât actually seen each other in over three months since the annual Christmas Eve eve party that your parents had, you were super excited for a week with him and both families.
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Your flight had been delayed so you knew you were the last one arriving. The cabins you had rented were at the ski resort, and you took the ski shuttle to them, your luggage in tow. Luckily, you would be renting the actual skis. Getting off at the main building you had a bit of a trek to the cabins. By the time you reached them, you were out of breath, your hat was about to fall off your head, and you were sure that sweat had plastered your fly-aways to your forehead, but you were too excited to see everyone to care.
Knocking three times, you only had to wait a second before the door was flying open. Owen was standing there, beaming at you, and although he had seen you only two weeks before at Nickâs birthday drinks, he pulled you into a big hug and squeezed you too hard with a laugh. You got much gentler hugs from the others, except Nick who just pulled your hat down over your eyes before giving you a quick side hug. Then the kids seemed to realize you were there and a ten and eight year old, SiĂąn and Ella, respectively, came running over, yelling your name. You hugged them both and kissed the tops of their heads.
Then the two two-year-olds, Tomos and Aled, toddled over, curious as to what was causing the commotion. When they recognized you (both were very smart two-year-olds), they garbled out your name. With a grunt, you managed to pick both of them up at the same time, giving them big kisses on the cheek that they laughed at and then returned, no doubt getting whatever they had last been eating on your face.
The only person who hadnât greeted you yet was Gwilym. Your mom saw you looking around for him and said, âGwilymâs just down the hall in your room getting the bed ready.â
âOkay. Better go say hi and put this in there,â you replied, grabbing the handle of your suitcase.
The two of you were in the only downstairs bedroom, so you walked down the hallway past the kitchen and a bathroom, finding the door slightly ajar all the way at the end.
You knocked lightly before pushing it all the way open, âKnock-knock, is the movie-star decent?â
Gwilym was just finishing making the bed, placing the little throw pillows perfectly when he looked up and saw you. He grinned and walked around the side of the bed, rolling his eyes before pulling you into a tight hug.
âSorry, no movie stars here, love. Just me, hope thatâll do,â he said into your hair and you let out a little contented sigh. No one gave hugs quite like Gwil.
âAs if,â you said, pushing on his upper arms to look at him. Your hands stayed there and his stayed on your waist. âYou cannot play a member of Queen in a big Hollywood movie and then refuse to be called a moviestar. Weâve been over this.â
âWeâve also been over that Iâm the same exact person Iâve always been,â Gwil said, a little sternly.
âWell I know that,â you said, hitting his arm lightly and then letting go. He did the same. âNo amount of fame could knock the dork out of you. Or let me forget what a nerdy little kid you were and still are.â
Gwil laughed at that, relieved that you still saw him the same. In the year and a couple months since Bohemian Rhapsody had come out, you had only seen each other a handful of times, and for no longer than three hours. He had been a bit worried that you could have come to think of him differently and just hid it well around others. But your teasing definitely assuaged that worry.
âSo I made up the bed for us. Thereâs an electric blanket under the comforter so we donât get cold. I donât think this cabin has the greatest insulation,â he pointed out, looking at the walls distrustingly.
âThank you for that, you know how much I hate making beds,â you told him and he smiled. âAnother thing I would appreciate is if you let me sleep on that side of the bed.â
You pointed to the one furthest from you, and Gwil looked at it then you.
âIs this your thing about not sleeping the closest to the door?â he asked, squinting at you.
âI know, itâs irrational or whatever, but Iâd just feel safer if I didnât sleep closest to it,â you replied. You had just a bit of a fear that murderers or something would break in and attack everyone during the night.
âI guess I can. But I donât know how good of protection Iâd be. Iâm no self-defense expert,â Gwil admitted, smiling.
âEven if you arenât theyâd kill you before me, so maybe Iâd be able to run away,â you said matter-of-factly.
Gwilâs face turned into one of shock and he exclaimed, âSo Iâm just a killing buffer to you? Youâd run away while I was being brutally murdered? Good to know Iâm disposable.â
He crossed his arms and frowned harshly, but you knew he was just pretending to try to make you feel guilty. Nevertheless, you hugged him around his crossed arms, resting your chin on his chest and looking up at him.
âAw, Gwilly, you know thatâs not true. Youâre much more than that. Youâre my smart, handsome, funny, dorky, best, best friend in the whole wide world,â you laid it on thick, trying to flatter him into not being âupset,â though nothing you said was a lie. When he didnât budge, you started tickling his sides until he broke and started laughing, uncrossing his arms and grabbing yours to stop you.
He wrapped his arms around you again, resting his chin on your head that you had turned to the side and laid against his chest. âOkay, Iâll sleep closest to the door. Youâll be safe. As long as the murderers donât come in through the window.â
Eyes widening, you looked straight at the big window that was next to your side of the bed. Your arms tightened around Gwil, genuine fear creeping into your voice, âDonât even joke about that.â
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Since it was mid-afternoon when you got there, there was to be no skiing that day. Instead, the whole group made dinner together (well, really it was the grandparents with a little help from the other parents peeling vegetables and setting the tables). You and Gwilym were in charge of the kids while Owen and Nick were sent to buy wine, beer, and juice boxes. SiĂąn and Ella were doing their own thing, playing some kind of spy game that had them giggling and using a pair of walkie-talkies.
Aled and Tomos were content to sit on your laps. You and Aled were playing patty cake while Tomos was playing with Gwilâs short beard. Tomos was having a good time, but every so often, he pulled a little hard and Gwil winced in pain, reminding him to âbe gentle.â
Once dinner was ready, you picked up your respective kid and called to Ella and SiĂąn. They dutifully followed you to the tables, and you plopped the toddlers into their high chairs next to where their parents would sit.
Dinner was good, a chicken alfredo with homemade sauce that was sure to please everyone, including the picky eaters. There were also roasted carrots that even Ella, who hated vegetables, could stomach.
That was followed by a movie, but everyone talked over it.
âHas Aled bitten anyone? Tomos has done it like once, but Iâm hoping he doesnât enter a phase.â
âThe target is in place, get ready for attack, over.â
âAaah! Stop hitting me! Why are those pillows so hard?â
âI see the girls are enjoying their walkie-talkies, youâre welcome, by the way.â
âDo you have any podcast recommendations that arenât true crime? I just worry about SiĂąn hearing since she would actually understand what theyâre saying.â
âY/N, Michaelâs the cousin that lives in California, right?â
âNo, thatâs Mark,â you half-yelled back to Nick, who was talking to Owen and Tom. Then you turned back to Gwil, âWait, you already wrapped? I thought you were shooting until May.â
âNo, thatâs when it comes out,â he corrected you.
âOh⊠Does that mean youâve been in London for weeks and you havenât tried to make plans with me? Where were you for Nickâs birthday?â you asked, in a teasing tone but you were also a little bit mad.
âIâve been travelling some. But I was at a Fashion Week thing,â he admitted sheepishly.
âWhatever, moviestar,â you said with a huff. Then you adjusted how you were sitting so you were against the back of the couch instead of facing Gwilym.
âY/NâŠâ Gwilym started, but trailed off because he knew you would probably interrupt him.
âNope, donât talk to me right now. I want to be able to sleep in the same bed as you without strangling your pretentious ass. Just let me cool off,â you told him. You were being a little over-dramatic, but you knew that in ten minutes youâd be done being annoyed. Both of you knew you werenât really all that angry because you were still sitting with your thigh and arm pressed to his. When you were really mad, you didnât even want to be in the same room as him.
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Once everyone was making their way to bed, you and Gwil took turns in the bathroom to get ready for bed.
âYouâd better go first, I have my whole skincare routine,â you let him know, slight anger long having faded away.
âHow do you know I donât have one?â he shot back and you just rolled your eyes to his laughter.
As he was brushing his teeth, you changed into your pajamas. Just an old uni shirt that was too ratty to wear outside of the house anymore and a pair of cotton running shorts. But it was soft, oversized, and very comfy, so it was perfect for sleep.
âAll yours,â he told you, walking into the room just as you pulled your shirt over your head. You were facing away from him, so at most he had seen your back, but you didnât really think about it, grabbing your stuff, giving him a quick smile, and heading into the bathroom.
As you walked away, Gwil took in a big breath. After not seeing you very much over the past year and a half, Gwil was feeling different seeing you now. You had always been beautiful, but Gwil couldâve sworn your beauty had increased tenfold over that time. That, or he had just been taking it for granted since he used to see you constantly. Whatever it was, everytime you guys hugged, or when you sat close to him on the couch, or just now when he had gotten a glimpse of your lower back as you dressed, Gwilâs cheeks heated up uncontrollably and he had to fight to act normal.
Since the two of you were so comfortable physically around each other, he couldnât pull away because then you would know something was up and ask him about it. He had no idea how you would react and he didnât want to risk the years of your friendship and the bond between your families over a crush.
You walked into the room with a fresh face and moisturizer, ready for bed. Gwil was sitting on the bed, looking deep in thought.
âCan I turn off the big light?â you asked, hand over the switch.
âWhat? Oh yeah, let me just get the lamp,â he told you, getting up and turning on the lamp.
As you switched off the light and then walked to your side of the bed, you took another look at his pensive face, âWhatâs got you thinking so hard?â
Gwil looked at you, pausing for a moment before answering, âJust thinking about which side of the mountain I should go on first. I donât know if Iâm too rusty to hit the backside right away.â
âOh, you should definitely do the frontside the first day so we can ski together. Otherwise, Iâll be left alone with the kids on the bunny hill. I need your guidance,â you said with a goofy smile, climbing under the covers.
Guidance, Gwil thought for just a moment before recovering and getting under the covers himself, âOkay, sounds good, Iâll join you on the front side.â
âThank you!â you said, beaming at him. Then you leaned over and pecked his cheek, âWeâd better get to sleep. Early morning and all.â
âYouâre right,â he said, turning off the lamp, glad that the darkness would hide his red cheeks at your kiss. âGoodnight, Y/N.â
âSweet dreams, Gwil.â
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The next morning, the musical sound from your alarm woke you up. You groaned, opening your eyes slowly and lifting an arm to turn it off. Except the arm wouldnât lift. Looking down, you realized you were tangled up with Gwil.
Your cheeks heated up in embarrassment for a second, but then you thought again and realized it was Gwil and he would not care at all that the two of you had ended up cuddling. The two of you tended to cuddle whenever you got tipsy anyway. Â
So you slipped your arm from underneath Gwilâs and were able to turn just enough to reach your phone and turn the alarm off. Your movement made Gwil stir and he blinked his eyes heavily. Then they opened wide when he realized how you were situated.
You giggled at his look and said, âMorning, Gwil.â
Relaxed by your laughter, he let out a chuckle too, âMorning, love.â
Neither of you moved from each otherâs grasp, happy to be lazy and warm in each otherâs arms for the moment.
âI feel like I just got the best sleep I have for months,â you told him, playing with the collar of the shirt he was wearing.
âMm, me too,â Gwil agreed, squeezing you in his arms a bit.
âMaybe we should always sleep in the same bed,â you joked.
âHaha, yeah,â Gwil replied kind of awkwardly, but when your phone went off again, you were distracted.
âThatâs my âyou better be awake by nowâ alarm, so we better get up,â you said, patting his chest before disentangling yourself from him.
Gwil let you go and got up himself. Realizing the family was going to head to the mountain in less than an hour, the two of you rushed to get ready and eat breakfast, not having time to chat very much.
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âI am in dire need of hot chocolate. Iâm sooo cold,â you announced, your teeth chattering as you removed your snow-soaked jacket and hat.
âSame, Iâll go put the order in,â Gwil said, having removed his wet clothes faster than you.
âAnd some fries,â you called after him and he waved over his shoulder in acknowledgement. âAnd chicken strips!â
Gwil just shook his head, but you knew he would get you them anyway. He was always so good to you. Sometimes it made you wonder whether there was anything between you, but neither of you ever made a move, and it never seemed like the time to talk about it. You loved Gwil, sure, but loving him as your best friend and being in love with him were two different things. Sometimes that line became a bit blurred, especially when you noticed how good he looked on this trip, his hair and beard having grown out. But these feelings had popped up before, and had gone away in a couple weeks, so whoâs to say that this time would be any different?
âAlright, here we go, you mooch,â Gwil said, somehow managing to balance two cups of steaming hot chocolate, and a giant basket of chicken strips and fries.
âLet me take this,â you said, grabbing the basket from him so he wouldnât accidentally spill. You grabbed a couple fries and shoved them in your mouth. âThank you!â
âHasnât anyone ever told you not to talk with your mouth full?â Gwil asked sarcastically, as the two of you sat down.
âActually, youâre the first,â you replied in an equally sarcastic fashion.
âWhatever, give me some of those fries.â
The two of you ate, mostly silent because you were very hungry. The ski lodgeâs stereo system was playing the radio at a medium volume, so you were content listening to that. Then âBohemian Rhapsodyâ came on and you looked at Gwil with wide eyes.
âItâs your song!â you said excitedly, immediately swaying to the music.
Gwil threw his head back in slight exasperation but laughed all the same, humming the rhythm of the guitar and doing some light air guitar that made you break out in laughter.
The whole situation brought him back to a time probably two years ago when he had finally been able to tell you about the project that was Bohemian Rhapsody.
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âYou what?!â you exclaimed. âYouâre playing Brian fucking May?! What the actual fuck, thatâs so exciting!!â
Then you tackled him in a hug that actually knocked the wind out of him.
He coughed and then replied with a grin, âYeah, it really, really is.â
You pulled back at him and smiled, âOkay, tell me everything. Even the stuff youâre not supposed to.â
Gwil chuckled and smiled back, âThereâs not a ton to tell. Serious. But I can show you a mockup they did of the Greatest Hits album.â
He pulled out his phone and pulled up a picture of the four actorsâ faces superimposed onto the album cover next to the original. It took you a second to tell them apart. Multiple seconds in fact. What gave it away was the actors that were playing Roger Taylor and Freddie Mercury. Then you looked back and forth between Brian May and Gwilâs version.
âYou literally look like a carbon copy of him, what the hell? Oh my gosh, I cannot wait to see you in a wig,â you gushed, laughing as you continued to stare at the two pictures.
Gwil looked at you, smiling and you caught his eye when you looked up, rushing forward to hug him again.
âIâm so proud.â
Over the course of filming, he had you on set a couple of times, and you had met the rest of the cast. They were a great bunch and you loved how happy Gwil was around them. Part of you was a little jealous that they got to see so much of him, but it was his career, and overall you always stayed supportive.
He had invited you to the premiere too, but you had sat with his family to watch it, as he sat with the rest of the cast. The popularity of the movie meant he had been busier and busier, and it was hard to see him consistently. Thatâs why you were so happy for this weekâs vacation; a chance to reconnect.
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Ever since the movie had been announced, everyone from both families had taken to listening to Queen much more than they had previously, both to be supportive, but also because it just reminded them how good their music was.
So, that night when you were hanging out with Rhiannon, Kate, and Jen in the kitchen of the chaos house making cookies while everyone else was making dinner, you were playing Queen in the background. Soon, the conversation turned from family gossip to a debate about the members while looking at pictures of them as the cookies baked.
âListen, I will concede that Roger does have a certain appeal as a blonde, but Deaky just has something else,â Rhiannon stated.
âHmmm, I canât really relate about his looks, but I definitely think Deaky wrote some of their best songs,â Kate pointed out.
âI gotta say that thereâs something about Brianâs voice, though, that makes me feel something, like, in the depths of my soul. His voice is just so melancholy and soft,â Jen said dreamily as she pointed at him in a picture. All three of you turned to look at her, pulling faces and then everyone cracked up.
Gwil walked into the house, looking for the four of you to tell you that dinner was ready when he heard loud laughter coming from the kitchen. He smiled to himself, wondering what you were laughing about and then he overheard you talking.
âDonât get me started on Brian. He looksâŠâ Gwil was sure that you were about to say âJust like Gwilâ but instead you finished âSo hot in this picture.â
Gwilâs eyes widened at the implication as he connected the dots; if you thought he looked exactly like Brian and Brian was hot, did that mean that you thought he was hot? Gwil didnât want to jump to conclusions, but he didnât know how else to interpret what you said. Maybe there was something there. Maybe his crush wasnât one-sided. Maybe he should talk to you about it? Maybe.
For now, he just walked up to the swinging kitchen door, knocking lightly before he walked in.
âDinnerâs ready. You all better get over there before it gets cold,â he warned with a smile, ignoring the way you rushed to take your phone off the counter and that you hardly looked at him.
Kate, Jen, and Rhiannon looked at each other quickly; they had seen the looks both of you gave each other when you thought no one was looking and had actually talked to each other about it when they were on the ski lift. Gwil was easy to read and they were certain that he was practically in love with you, but you had been a little harder to understand. But then you went and said what you thought of Brian and that was the final nail in the coffin.
âYeah, weâd better get over there so the guys donât take all the food,â Kate said with a smile.
âOh, but the cookies arenât done,â you pointed out.
âYouâre right. Gwil, why donât you stay with Y/N and help her out and weâll save you guys some food?â Jen asked, though it seemed more like a direction than a suggestion.
âYeah, you donât mind,â Rhiannon said, looking at you and then Gwil pointedly.
âUh, okay sure,â you said, a little confused as to why they were acting strange.
âThatâs fine,â Gwil answered at the same time, making eye contact with his sister and nodding ever so slightly, but you missed it.
The three of them walked out of the room and then out of the house to the other one, whispering and giggling all the way.
You shot Gwil a confused look but he just shrugged.
âSo what type of cookies are they? They smell good,â he asked pleasantly, walking to stand next to you.
âOatmeal chocolate chip. Momâs specialty, although now sheâs passed that off on me and Kate,â you responded with a closed-lip smile.
He groaned appreciatively, âThose are my favorite.â
âI know,â you said, smile growing, âThatâs why I suggested them.â
âYouâre literally the best,â he said, pulling you into a hug that you accepted happily.
âI know,â you said, resting your cheek against his chest and wrapping your arms around his waist. His rested over your shoulders and he chuckled in response.
You were tired from the day of skiing, and it felt nice to be in Gwilâs arms, so you relaxed there, closing your eyes. After a minute, Gwil decided he did want to talk to you and pulled away slightly. Looking up at him, you waited for him to speak, but he just stared at you for a moment. You found yourself unable to look away from his intense eyes, and they were getting closer and closer, though who was moving you didnât know. You got so close you could see little flecks of green and hazel in his blue eyes and feel his gentle breath on your face.
The air felt charged with possibility, and you were just about convinced to lean up the two inches more and connect your lips. You were two more seconds away from closing that gap, now needing to know what kissing Gwil would be like. You were sure that once you started you wouldnât be able to stop.
Then the timer on the oven went off and both of your heads whipped to the side to see where the noise was coming from. You broke away from Gwil to turn off the timer and then opened the oven door and took out the cookie trays with oven mitts. As you were placing the trays on the heat proof pads on the counter, Gwil turned off the oven.
âThey can just cool here until everyoneâs done with dinner,â you said too quickly, and Gwil nodded.
Then the two of you took off for the other house, Gwil about five steps behind you. It wasnât until you were in the other house and surrounded by a bunch of loud family members that you felt you could breathe normally.
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That night, after getting ready for bed, turning off the lights, and climbing under the covers, you patted the part of the bed next to you and reached your arms out to Gwil.
He paused for a second so you said, âCome on, if weâre just going to wake up like this anyway, we might as well save sleeping us the trouble.â
âYou make a good point,â Gwil conceded, scooting closer to you, again grateful the lights were off. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders and you cuddled into his side, bringing one of your legs over his closest one.
Once both of you were settled, you patted his chest and wished him a good night, him doing the same with a squeeze of your hip.
As you were dozing off, Gwil thought that at least the almost kiss or whatever it was hadnât made things so uncomfortable that you couldnât sleep next to each other. That was a good sign.
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Once again in the kitchen, you found yourself in his arms. But this time, instead of anything interrupting you, your lips crashed together. The kiss was hot and intense, and before you knew it, you were seated on the counter with Gwil standing between your legs.
Hands were everywhere; yours were running through his hair and tugging on it as his roamed across your breasts, hips and ass. Then you were unbuttoning his pants and he was pushing them down along with his boxers revealing his hard cock. You hopped off the counter, turning around and laying over top of it, and Gwil pulled your panties off, throwing them to the side. With a few swipes through your wet folds, Gwil pushed into you, a gasp of pleasure escaping you as he did.
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Gwil opened his eyes blearily, having been woken up by you moving and then your loud gasp.
âY/N?â Gwil asked softly, but when you didnât answer, he looked at your face and saw your eyes were still closed. The two of you were now in a more typical spooning position, having migrated to it throughout the night. By the low amount of light that was in the room, Gwil assumed it must be early morning.
Then you squirmed again, this time practically grinding into his cock, and Gwil froze in shock. You let out the most wanton moan Gwil had ever heard in real life and he had to clap his hand over his mouth to keep from gasping himself.
Just when Gwil thought he couldnât have been more surprised, you said, âYes, Gwil, right there,â and Gwil almost moaned. His cock was definitely getting hard, and he didnât know what to do so he moved his hips back away from yours so you wouldnât be able to feel it.
He tried to remove his arm from around your waist, but you were holding it to you even in your sleep, and he feared that if he moved you too much you would wake up and know that he heard you. And see his hard-on.
Then you squeezed his hand and whined, âFuck me harder, please Gwil,â and he didnât have the choice but to wrench his hand away from you. Getting out of bed and out of the room as quickly as possible, he headed to the bathroom to take a cold shower. As hot as it was that you were having a sex dream about him, he felt it would be wrong to bear witness to it and give himself any pleasure because of it. It did further confirm the idea that you had feelings, or at least a subconscious attraction, to him though, so that was a plus.
Gwilâs sudden movements had pulled you from your dream, and as your body slumped in the bed you only just saw him before he left the room. But you saw his boner and your eyes widened as you remembered your dream. Thereâs no way he could have known what you were dreaming about, right? The boner was just morning wood, right? Then you shifted so you were sitting up and felt that your underwear were a mess. Maybe it had been kinda obvious. Fuck.
You got ready before Gwil was done with his shower, going to the kitchen to help with breakfast. When he came down the hallway and the two of you made awkward eye contact, you felt your cheeks heat up to a dangerous degree and ran into your mom who was carrying a stack of pancakes.
At breakfast you and Gwil sat next to each other like usual and when his leg brushed against yours you knocked over your glass of water. As the two of you were wiping up that mess, you kept bumping into each other and your hands kept touching and your breath caught every time. By the time breakfast was done you were dizzy with all of the blood that was rushing to your cheeks and lower stomach as each brush and accidental touch reminded you of your dream.
âYou know, I didnât get very good sleep last night and Iâm feeling kind of off. Iâm gonna stay here and take a nap, maybe join in the afternoon,â you told those around you.
âGwilâs not kicking you in his sleep is he? He used to do that to me all the time when we were kids,â Geraint said with a laugh.
You laughed lightly in response, âNo, nothing like that. Just a restless night. Have fun you guys.â
Then you went to your room and laid down on the made bed, staring at the ceiling as you waited for everyone to leave. When you heard the door close and no more footsteps followed, you walked into the living room and flopped on the couch.
âCan we talk?â
You just about jumped out of your skin and looked around, realizing you hadnât noticed that Gwil was sitting in the armchair across from the couch. You sat up and hid your face in your hands and heard Gwil walk over and sit by you.
Then you looked up at him painfully, âCan we actually just never ever talk about it?â
Gwil got worried; he had wanted to talk to you about your feelings for each other, but he didnât know what to do if you were just going to shut him down.
âWhy?â was all he could think to say, trying to get some explanation.
âBecause itâs so embarrassing,â you replied, looking away from him.
Gwil got a bit peeved that you would say that and scoffed, âEmbarrassing?â
Now you were confused. He should understand why you were embarrassed. Then it dawned on you that you might be talking about two different things. âWait, what did you want to talk about?â
âThatâs what Iâm trying to tell you,â he said with a huff. Then he took in a deep breath, âWhat I wanted to talk to you about is that I have feelings for you. I wasnât sure to trust them at first because weâre so close and I worried about transference or whatever, but itâs not that, itâs you.â
You felt the embarrassment completely drain from your body, replaced with happiness at his words. Although you were a little surprised, you were more than relieved that he felt the same as you. Smiling, you took Gwilâs hand in yours and told him, âMe too. Itâs you, my feelings are all for you.â
Returning your smile, and with nothing to stop him or interrupt him this time, he leaned in and kissed you. It was much slower and more delicate than the one in your dream, but it was also infinitely better with the real Gwil.
Moving your free hand to cup his cheek, you deepened the kiss softly, teasing your tongue along his lower lip. He opened his mouth, moving his tongue with yours. Even though it was gentle, it was a deep kiss and still took your breath away.
You pulled away after a minute and breathed, âWow.â
Gwil smiled, pressing his forehead to yours and repeated, âWow.â
Then your lips connected again and Gwilâs hands moved one to your hair and one to your back, keeping you close to him. You couldnât believe in how long you had known each other you had never done this. It was quite possibly the best feeling in the world, Gwilâs lips pressed to yours, the drag of his tongue, his strong hands on you, and you didnât want to stop. That is, until Gwil pulled away. You followed his lips and he gave you a quick peck but pulled the rest of the way away after.
You looked at him, waiting for him to talk so he said a little awkwardly, âSo what are we?â
Nervous laughter from you followed his question and you gave him a look.
âWell, I just think it would be good to answer that before anything else happens,â he defended.
âNo, youâre right, youâre right, I was just surprised. Normally I have this conversation after something else happens,â you joked and then took a deep breath. âI, for one, want it all. I want to date you, to be your girlfriend, to kiss you, everything else. I want everything with you.â
Gwil breathed out a sigh of relief, âI want everything with you too.â
âGood,â you smiled, leaning back in for a kiss. Gwil indulged you for a few seconds but pulled away again.
You frowned and pouted, âWhat now? Havenât we talked about everything?â
âWell, there was one more thing. As your boyfriend now,â he said with a cheeky smile, âIâd like to know about the dream you had this morning. A dream, it seemed, that was about me.â
You facepalmed and felt your cheeks get warm again, âThis is exactly what I didnât want to talk about, itâs so embarrassing.â
âWell I was thinking that as your boyfriend I could maybe try to help you recreate it,â he said with a wink and you felt heat pool in your lower stomach.
âOkay,â you said breathlessly. Then you thought for a second, âBut probably not in the kitchen.â
âIt was in the kitchen?â Gwil asked, surprised and you nodded sheepishly. âNo, maybe not in there. I do know of a nice big bed that we could use though.â
You smiled in excitement, standing up and pulling Gwil with you, saying flirtily, âShow me this bed.â
âAs you wish,â Gwil said, grabbing your waist and picking you up. You squealed but wrapped your legs around his waist as his arms supported your thighs. Then he carried you down the hallway, your mixed laughter bouncing off the walls as you exchanged messy kisses on the way.
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Instagram Live [T.H. x Reader]
Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader
Summary: Tom doesnât realize he never ended his Instagram live. Heâs in deep trouble now.
Warning: Swearing, SMUT & some cringe
Word Count: 1.9K
I was totally not expecting the amount of likes on my previous Tom piece. These waves of wanting to write come in just that, waves. Iâm on a roll right now - so thank you so much for the love and support on my first piece. Enjoy!
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âI totally have to record this, hold on.â Tom screeched reaching for his phone buried deep in his sweatpants. Zendaya rolled her eyes, hands still on the pot resting on the stove. The pasta currently crisp.Â
You laughed at the goofiness that was your boyfriend, Tom and your best friend, Zendaya. âWait, y/n, is the live on?â he asked moving to your side flashing the screen at your face. Thankfully it wasnât in selfie mode.
Instantly you noticed the hearts, the emojis and the words of excitement on the screen. It was definitely on. You let out a small laugh, nodding your head, confirming. He placed the phone up pointing towards Zendaya who was currently trying to dump the contents of the pot.Â
âGuys, she does not know how cook. She almost burned down my apartment,â Tom announced letting a few small laughs escape his lips. Placing the pot back on the stove, Zendaya flashed her middle finger towards the phone hiding her face. âI hate you,â she mumbled under breath.Â
Tom touched the button on the screen turning it into selfie mode. He smiled into the camera, tears forming in his eyes from watching his friend trying to cook. âIâm scared. She says sheâs going to try again.â He said diverting his eyes from the screen to look at Zendaya who was glaring at him filling up a new pot with water. âZ, maybe let me cook.â He said moving towards where she was standing.Â
âStop!â she said causing you to let out a small laugh. She turned to you with pleading eyes. In a tell him to stop look. You shrugged your shoulders. âDonât get me involved,â you said leaning against counter out the cameraâs view.Â
Tom looked down at the comments being posted:
aw y/n is there?
friend goals
âYes, y/n is here.â He said looking at the phone screen smiling while reading the comments, but refraining from showing you to his audience. He knew you werenât too comfortable being in the public eye and he respected that.Â
âOh guys, I have something to show you. I completely forgot about it.â He said as you watched him disappear into the hallway. You turned to Zendaya giving her a questioning look. She shrugged and rolled her eyes.Â
âProbably going in there to spoil something,â she muttered walking to the fridge. You let out a small giggle enjoying the presence of your best friend. âNeed help?â you asked walking towards her.
âSure,â she said handing you some ingredients to chop.Â
Itâd been at least 5 minutes and Tom was still not back. You turned towards Zendaya, âIâm going to go check on him. Iâll be back,â you were about to walk off when you remembered something. âOh, by the way, Haz is coming over any minute now, so can you open the door for him if weâre not back?â She nodded her head and you thanked her by quickly wrapping your arms around her torso before disappearing from the kitchen.
You could hear Tomâs voice as you approached his room. The door was cracked open. Not bothering to knock, you peeked your head in and looked at Tom currently laying in bed still talking to the phone. He quickly looked at you and turned back to the phone.Â
After quietly shutting the door behind you, you sat at the end of the bed listening to his boyish voice speak into the phone answering questions and socializing with his fans. You bite your lip. Watching him filled with so much passion turned you on.
You pouted your lips sending him a small kiss. He noticed the action and tried to play off the obvious smile on his face by reading a sweet comment from a fan. You tried to hold in your giggles bringing yourself closer to his body.Â
You laid on the bed, cheek resting on the palm of your hand. You werenât face to face, you were laying right below the view of the phone next to him. You placed your hand on his thigh to which he flinched. He was currently answering a question about his favorite song at the moment.Â
You let your fingers run to his knee and back up his thigh. You saw him shift his weight. Smirking, you let your hand linger to his covered crotch. Teasingly running your hand up and down with little force. Tomâs voice pitched and you bit your lip trying not to laugh finally looking at his face.Â
A layer of sweat on his forehead had formed on his forehead and there was a very apparent flush on his face. You saw him put his hand up with his famous peace sign. âLove you, guys. Great questions, I had fun but I should make sure Zendaya doesnât burn down my kitchen.â He signed off his boyish laugh and placed the phone face down on his nightstand.Â
His eyes instantly founds yours. âWhat?â you asked innocently sitting on your knees. He sat up pulling you onto his lap. âYou are bad,â he said into your ear biting the soft skin of your earlobe. You let out a small moan looking at him, hands on his shoulders. âOnly for you,â you said trying to sound seductive.
Tom let out a small laugh and gripped your ass forcing you to grind against his hard member. âDid I do that?â you ask biting your lip keeping up the pace. âFuck-â Tom murmured flipping you over so he was on top. His hands slide up your very short t-shirt dress, fingers brushing against your covered core. âTom, stop Zendaya is in the kitchen.â You say closing your eyes.Â
âQuickie?â He asked leaving wet kisses on your neck. You tugged at the waistband of his sweats urging him to take them off. He smiled at the acceptance of his request and removed his sweats and boxers. He pulled his shirt over his over his head, force of habit. You lifted your dress up to reveal your underwear.Â
Tom slid the underwear down your legs, positioning himself in your entrance. Your hands went for his hair, tugging at his roots anticipating the familiar and enjoyable feeling.Â
Holding on to his member, Tom teased your clit eliciting a small moan. âPlease, hurry.â You say bringing your hips closer to him. With little warning Tom slid into you filling you up in one swift movement. âOh fuck-â you say letting your head fall deeper into the pillows. Fingers tangled in his hair.Â
You felt Tom start to move holding your hips steadily. âFaster,â you demanded bringing Tomâs face down to crash onto your lips. One of your hands travelled down his back as the kiss deepen and his thrusts quickened. Tom groaned feeling you clench.Â
âFuck- do that again,â he said letting go of your hips and pulling your thighs to the side of his hips, bringing you closer if that was possible. You clenched again receiving another groan from Tom.Â
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Zendaya was standing in the kitchen with Haz, who had arrived a minute ago. She quickly put him to work asking to finish chopping the ingredients you left half chopped. âWhereâs Tom?â Haz asked working the knife life a pro.Â
âHe went to his room. Instagram live. Y/n went up to get him but itâs been-â she looked at her watch, â10 minutes.â She scoffed shaking her head.Â
âOh theyâre definitely fucking,â Haz calmly said causing Zendaya to let out a laugh. âYeah probably, thankfully youâre here to keep my company now.â She said working on the recipe sheâd found online.Â
âHe probably finished the live the second she walked in the room,â he said. Zendaya was washing her hands nodding. She dried her hands with the white towel resting on the counter near her phone. âLetâs see what he was even going on about. Probably talking shit after roasting me for my cooking skills,â she rolled her eyes resting her body against the counter, Haz joining her side.Â
Zendaya pulled up Instagram. She found Tomâs icon on the top of her screen, the colorful ring around his photo indicating heâd posted on his story. She tapped on the photo and was instantly bombarded with a dark screen, eggplant emojis, and moans. Hazâs face turned red as he looked at Zendaya. âOh shit,â he said.Â
âFuck...â Zendaya said, the moans filling up the kitchen.Â
âHow long has it been going on for?â Haz asked tapping on the phone to rewind the live video. They heard the whole thing. Zendayaâs hand slightly shaking, Hazâs eyes wide. They stood in that position from beginning to present.Â
âOh my god, are we bad friends for watching this instead of going in there to stop it?â she asked looking at Haz. Haz laughed, hand resting on the side of his neck. âItâs kinda hot,â he said regretting it instantly. He felt Zendaya shove his body.
âI didnât think they were this freaky,â Zendaya said with brows furrowed as she heard you moan Tomâs name. âYeah we should probably stop them.â Haz said hand ready to turn off the live video. But suddenly they heard âIâm going - gonna- cumâ in a tone theyâre never heard you speak in before.Â
Haz face once again turned bright red as Zendaya moved his hand from her phone. âMaybe letâs just let them finish,â she said shrugging her shoulders.Â
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You felt Tom hit all the right places causing your eyes to shut close, bottom lip bruised from biting on it. âIâm going - gonna- cumâ, you moaned feeling Tom deep inside you. With every thrust, you felt him hit your g-spot, pelvis rubbing against your clit.Â
âYes baby- come for me,â Tom groaned gripping your shoulders bodies merging into one. He bit your shoulder, which was still covered by your t-shirt dress. You might as well had taken it off, as it was not pushed above chest, breast hanging from your bra.Â
âNooo, you cum first,â you whined hands wrapped around his neck pulling him closer into the nook of your neck.Â
His groans were muffled, his face pressed against your neck. âCome on baby,â you pleaded digging your fingers into his back. It didnât take much for Tom to speed his movements, skin slapping, moans escaping both your lips.Â
âIâm almost there-â he mumbled pressing his lips to your cheek.Â
Stars and colors flashed behind your lids. You reached your high as you felt Tomâs thrusts starting to slow. His cock twitching inside you, throbbing, pumping. Heâd came. You let yourself unravel under him, your hips bucking, walls clenching.Â
You barely had the chance to gather your thoughts, let alone for Tom to pull out, when the door swung open a panicked Zendaya and Haz reaching for Tomâs phone. Haz held on to the phone as Zendaya ended the live.
âWhat the fuck?â Tom asked pulling the grey blanket resting on his bed over your bodies. âWhat are you-â he was cut off by Zendaya.
âYou guys just fucked on Instagram live!!â she said tossing Tomâs phone near your bodies. Tomâs eyes widen, his mouth falling open. He reached for his phone going into Instagram. âHow do I delete it?â he asked panicked fumbling with his phone.Â
âThe damage is done buddy,â Zendaya exclaimed folding her arms, Haz nodding his head behind her. âYouâre fucked, mate.â he said.
Tom turned to look at you, face buried deep in your hands.Â
The awkward silence was broken by the sound of Tomâs ringtone. He shut his eyes, slapping his forehead. Showing the screen to the trio.Â
It was his publicist. He was in deep shit.
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Thrown into it
Part: 1,2,3,4,5, 6
Part 7- Congrats! Youâre living with the protagonist!
We parked in front of a concrete wall, a green sign of characters being the only thing contrasting its pale grey color. A sudden urge of pain makes its way up my spine and to my head, making me grab my hair and inhale sharply. âHey? Kid you okay?â I hear Mic ask. My eyes water, making me blink a few times. âY/n? Do we need to go back to the hospital?â Nezu questions. Is that concern I hear? I open my eyes. The head splitting pain fades as I look up at Nezu. âNo..no Iâm fine..â Where did that come from? Woods turns back in his seat. âAre you sure?â I looked to him only to see something was different. âT-that.. The sign!â I pointed to the green sign in front of us. It was perfect english. âI-I-â
âYeah.. parking for thirty minutes. So what?â Snipe questioned. âI-I-I couldnât read that a moment ago..â Nezu observes me while Snipes brings up something I didn't even notice before. âBut you speak perfect Japanese.â My eyes widen. âWait what?â I questioned. Was it just me or was the world spinning a bit? Snipe laughs whole heartedly while Woods stares at Nezu with a look that screams âAre they fucking serious?â
Mic keeps himself composed as he lowers his shades. âWhat do you think we were speaking? English?â I inhale. What is this tom-fuckery? âCall me crazy, but.. yeah..?âÂ
The group glances at each other. Snipe and Woods just plain confused while Nezu and Mic seemed to be talking telepathically. âLook I know it sounds stupid but. Itâs just true. I know better than to lie to heroes.â Mic glances back at me and speaks in something that sounds like gibberish. âScus?â I mumble just before the pain I felt when I glanced at the sign returns. A groan comes out of my mouth as I hold my head in my hands. My eyes screw shut from the pain. I feel someone touch my shoulder but I shake them away at the pain. âWhat the fuck..?âÂ
âY/n? Y/n?â I hear Mic ask. First calm, but by the second time more concerned than anything. âScrew it, we need to take em back to the hospital.â I hear Woods groan. âN-no! I-Iâm fine.â I gasp. The pain gives way to a newfound lightheadedness. Everything feels a bit fuzzy for a few moments, but with every blink my body returns to normality. I exhale. âI..- I- Iâm fine. Iâm sorry.. I- I don't know what came over me..â I mumble over myself. âY/n? Do you understand me?â Mic asks slowly. I hum and nod. âMind telling me what happened?â I blink away a sudden feeling of tiredness to attempt to explain. âYou said.. Something in alien speak, my head started to hurt, and then it disappeared as soon as it came..â Mic nods silently. âDo you know what language we are speaking in now?â He looks over his shades to me. âJapanese..? Like before? Even though it sounds english?â Mic looks over to Nezu. âShe thinks weâre speaking Japanese still.â Nezu puts a paw under his enormous, triangular head. âInteresting..â Woods turns back in his seat quickly. âI havenât seen a quirk like this before! I mean- Iâve seen hyper intelligence- but it takes people like that at least a hour to know a language front to back..â Nezu chuckles while shaking his head. âThere has to be drawbacks to this quirk.â Snipe comments. âIf not then that thing is damn powerful. Imagine the uses.. Infiltration and undercover work would be easy.â Mic punches Snipeâs shoulder with a look of disgust. âThat is a child! The hell is wrong with you!â Mic yells seriously. The older of the two yelps from his seat while waving his arms around. Damn the roles have reversed. âWhat! Iâm just saying! And besides, Iâm not saying we should actually do it! That's twisted!â I try to hold back a smile but Nezu notices me. Mission failed, weâll get em next time. âAnything funny about this situation?â He prompts. âYour staff is full of brilliant idiots.â I admit lightly. âAbsolute, bloody, brilliant, idiots. And god do I love them.â
The once arguing trio turns to me with a shocked look. âHey you can understand us?!â Woods, Mic, and Snipes yell defensively, making me laugh even harder. Nezu glances between all of us with a smile. He probably would have let this go on. âWe better hurry or else the Midoryaâs will be concerned.â He prompts. We all take a moment to look at each other before following Nezuâs request. I tried to keep it cool but that kind of backfired when I saw the apartment complex that Izuku and Inko lived in. I blinked a few times and rubbed my eyes. Iâm actually going to be living with the main character. I must be a Mary sue. Someone pinch me. I might just make the world implode with a sneeze. âEy little listener!â Mic called from the front gates. âAre you just gonna let the world pass you by all the time or are you gonna move?â His tone gave off a subtle hint of annoyance but he was patient all the same with me. âS-Sorry! Just.. Never seen a building this tall before y'know?â Okay so that was a lie, but he seemed to believe it. âYou from the country or something?â I nod nervously and walk to the group. âYou could say that.â He hums along with my response. Soon enough we meet up with the group.Â
âSnipe, Mr. Woods? Do you mind giving myself, Y/n, and Present Mic a moment please?â Woods crosses his arms as if he was about to say something but Snipes beats him to the punch. âSure. Cmon Woods. I need to talk to you about something.â Snipe grabs Kamuiâs arm and drags him ahead by a few meters. I chuckle at his over dramatic struggling and complaints. I fucking love anime. âNow then, L/n,â Nezu pulls two envelopes from his pants pocket, both of which were twice the size of his paw. One of them was a crisp, pure white with the UA emblem on it. The other was more yellow, old, and is slightly wrinkled. âAniken, should I take the white or the yellow pill?â
âWhat?â Mic asks with utmost confusion, followed by Nezu with a matching look. I tried to brush off my weirdness with an equally confused âWhat?â Thank god they didnât question it. Instead giving me a strange look. Nezu took initiative and moved on from my absurdity. âOne of them is your schedule, the other is information you must give to Mrs. Midoriya. State that itâs from your parents.â I look between the envelopes and nod. âWhat about my uniform? School supplies? Iâm.. not really made of cash y'know?â Mic smiles slightly. âOh we know. The governmentâs got you covered on that.â He gives an enthusiastic thumbs up. I look to Nezu. âSo Iâm a charity case?â Nezu shrugs. âEssentially.â Damn Nezu. Blunt much?Â
Mic chuckles awkwardly at Nezu roasting me alive. âAt least until you're twenty. But thatâs a worse case scenario. The government is actively trying to find ways to get you back home.â I smile a little at the thought. Back at home this would make one hell of a dream. Maybe even fanfiction if I remember all this. And not get writer's block of course. âOkay.. When do I start?â I ask. Nezu picks back up on the conversation. âThe day after tomorrow should be suitable for you, yes?â I take a moment to narrow my eyes. âWhatâs the catch? I know I have to do work in order to catch up to my peers. The finest hero school in Japan doesnât let in just anyone.â Mic covers his obvious smile with his mouth. âOOOooo! She knows her stuff.â Nezu smirks. âIndeed. You will need to catch up. So Iâll give you two weeks to finish all the work. Then you can officially start. Think thatâs enough time Mic?â The smaller of the two asks. Mic nods âOh yeah! Plenty of time for this little listener!â I can't help but smile at that. I feel like Iâm going on a pokemon journey. âThanks for believing in me. Not a lot of people do.â I admit. He dramatically gasps âWell that's a damn shame! Youâre gonna be great kid. Besides, you have me as an english teacher, and with that quirk of yours youâre definitely gonna get straight Aâs for sure.â I look over to Nezu to see his phone suddenly buzzing. He quickly takes a moment to answer it before hanging up on the caller. âIâm sorry to end the moment, but Snipe has reminded me that we are on a time crunch. It is a school night after all.â A long groan echoed through the lot of the complex, making me chuckle.âOof- yeah youâre right.â The blonde agreed. âI got tests to grade and a lesson to finalize.â And with that, the three of us began to make our way to complex 2, third floor. As the light breeze ushered us to our destination my mind went back to the idea of staying with Izuku. Should I tell him what I know? He deserves to know. But what would be the repercussions of my actions? Him knowing that he will be the number one hero can change so many things. It could go to his head like Bakugou and complements. He could back out from the pressure. Fuck I cant do it. Too many factors. Maybe Mirio? I could warn him about what happens in season four. Maybe then he could follow his dream, maybe heâll be the number one hero then. But not now.. I don't know where we are in the story. I know after the sportâs festival, but is Stain still out and about? Has the exchange between Shoto, Izuku, and Tenya already happened?
Instead of a pleasant nudge to get me out of my thoughts, this time it was a jab to the elbow. âOw!â I look around to see Snipe glaring at me and motioning to the door in front of us. In the doorway was Inko! She had a bright pink apron, her signature skirt and shirt- ah sheâs so tiny! She chuckles. âI-Iâm so sorry! Bad habit!â I hug myself tightly. âI-Iâm trying to break it-'' She shushes me from my rambling with a wave of her hand. âItâs completely fine! My son has the same habit. I think you two will get along well.â Her kind smile warms me a little. âMrs. Midorya, do you have the paperwork we gave you?â Mic asks politely. âOh! Oh yes! Come on in let me make you some tea! The work is around here somewhere!â Inko scampers from the door frame and into the apartment. I didn't hesitate to follow her inside. While I was taking my shoes off I couldn't help but notice how lovely the inside was. The apartment looked exactly like it did in the anime all the way down to the T. It was so welcoming and homey. Almost like Christmas but without the decorations. I was planted in the living room when the heroâs finally came in. From what I assume was Inkoâs room, she called. âMake yourself at home! I'll get the kettle on soon!â I look over into the comfy living room before glancing over at the adults. âWeâre sorry maâam but we can't stay for long.â Nezu responds just as Inko appears again. âOh, well if that's the case, will you at least take something with you! You all help Izuku so much and you work so hard as is!â I see her eyes glance over to the kitchen. âI have cupcakes?â I turn to her. âCupcakes?â My stomach rumbles at the sound of sweets. She giggles âYes. I didnât know what flavor you would like so I made chocolate and vanilla. I hope that's alright?â I point to her like a child. âAre you sure Iâm staying with her? Sheâs too good!â Inko chuckles at my truth. âDon't flatter me, Iâm nothing special. You go and take one. Theyâre over on the counter hun.â She called me hun! Iâm weak! I clench my heart and shake in my spot. âThe world doesn't deserve you!â I say before bolting it to the kitchen.Â
After I grab a cupcake I watch from the counter as the grownups talk. Munching through their attempt at hush talk. âAre you sure youâre okay with this maâam? We do have other applicants.â Snipe starts. âOh no, itâs fine! Besides, I need some more pep in my step! These old bones need some movement!â She assures with a wave of her hand. âYou don't look at day over twenty Mrs. Midoriya!â I call. The group turns to me, Inkoâs face a light pink in embarrassment. At least she has a smile on her face. âOh you-! No flattery in this house!â She retorts. I laugh. âNo flattery, just honesty.âÂ
I glance over at Nezu. It could have just been me but I think his smile relaxed a bit. âWe should be off Mrs. Midoriya. I can see they are in good hands.â I get up from my spot and bring the cupcakes over to them. âHer cupcakes are great. You shouldn't leave without them.â I suggest. Nezu sighs and takes one of the vanilla. Over his shoulder he glances at the heroes. âGo on. Iâm not gonna stop you!â Mic exhaled as if he was holding his breath all this time. âOh thank god!â He snatched two and gorged them. âOh wow.â I comment. Woods jabs Mic in the rib, making him cough on some cupcake. âHey!â Woods glares at the blonde. âJust because youâre my senior doesn't mean that you have the excuse of not knowing some manners.â Snipe carefully takes one and thanks Inko. Is that a blush I see? No. Calm down inner shipper. âWe best be off now.â Nezu restates and soon enough the heroes leave me and Inko alone in her apartment.Â
We take some time getting to know each other at the dining room table. And true to form, Inko was just as sweet as she is in the anime. Apparently sheâs also into American culture and late night dramas. Wouldn't have pegged her for that kind of stuff but the surprise was pleasant. âYouâre really great at baking Mrs. Midoriya!â I exclaim while taking our plates to the sink. âOh- thank you! Iâm happy to know someone besides my son likes my cooking.â Oh right.. I should probably ask about Izuku. âOh right-! I forgot to ask about your son! Whatâs he like?â This is gonna be interesting. âOh well, heâs a little shy but once you get to know him you'll see who he is.â Right on que the door opens. âMom! Iâm home!â I hear that iconic voice followed by the front door opening. âOh Izuku! In here! The exchange student is here!â Something falls and Izuku yells. âI-Izuku?!â Inko begins to get up only for Izuku to call back. âI-Im fine mom!â I glance over at Inko and back at the hallway. Izuku eventually walks into the dining room. âW-Where are-âÂ
Inko motions to me. âIzuku, this is Y/n L/n, they will be staying with us. Theyâll have the guest room.â Izukuâs eyes fall on me. As mine do the same for him. He was still in his school uniform. Pants baggy, tie dishoveled, shoelaces untied, the imperfections out weighed the perfections in his uniform. No wonder the hot mess energy he was radiating was all the more powerful. I can't help but smile. âYou must be running around a lot.â I smirk in attempts to break the tension. He jumps a little at my sudden remark. âO-Oh! Um.. y-yeah. The school is pretty big so..â He trails off into silence. Silence that lasts a whole minute. I bite my lip. âSooo uh.. I saw you at the UA sports festival? You won the first round! I was so smart of you to take off a chunk of the robot and use it for the later portion of the race.â His face flushes a bright pink. âO-Oh no! I bet anyone would have thought of that if they were in my situation!â I chuckle. âDude that's unique to you! Noone can replicate that now without bringing you up!â He goes and scratches the back of his head. âY-yeah.. I guess youâre right.â I hear Inko let out a sigh of relief.Â
âNow that you two have met, how about we get you settled Y/n.â
#mha togata#mha mirio#mha#bnha mirio#bnha#mirio x reader#izuku midoriya#inko midoriya#present mic#kamui woods#Snipe mha#prinipal nezu#mirio togata
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domestic things w/ tom holland
a/n: hope you like it! please let me know đ€Ș
tom would be the best boyfriend in the world
like itâs not even an exaggeration; heâs just always so kind & forgiving
& so so so goofy
heâd always be pulling (harmless) pranks on you
tom is all about making you smile and/or laugh, like the boy canât go a day without saying or doing something funny towards you
& heâd love how goofy you are too
you love teasing in interviews/or whatever about how you âdespise this new spider-manâ đ
tom is always doing hand stands & back flips which you are always warning him to be damn careful p l e a s e
he gets so excited when you agree to let him teach how to do them (if you donât already know how)
going to london every so often to visit his adoring familyÂ
spending time with his brothers when they come to visit; you are practically part of the family
actually youâre even in a group chat with his brothers where you all just roast the shit out of tom
tom is the first one to even mention marriage in the future
& he is constantly talking about your future kidsâ names so randomly
the boy really is lovesick when it comes to you
tom is super polite around the paparazzi but the minute they start harassing you a little too much, he gets f*cking pissedÂ
always holding your hand during premieres & whatnot to make sure youâre taking it all okay
fans absolutely idolize you two & call tom a disney prince & you a disney princess
it becomes a meme
whenever tom posts a picture of you on his instagram his mom comments âmy beautiful daughter in lawâ
laughing hysterically when you see rumors that you are stuck in a love triangle between tom & harrison
& retweeting it on twitter, tagging them both, & writing âhow did they find out...â
decorating for christmas together is a huge event
playing just dance together & getting so mad because tom always wins
he loves surprising you with romantic getaways
whenever tom is away & someone flirts with him, he always replies âsorry but i am happily taken. and she can kick your ass.â
using each other as furniture
he loves it when you scratch his head
you & tom are so damn close that when you speak to each other in non-human noises, you both know e x a c t l y what the other is saying
snuggle sessions
saying âi love youâ like a million times a day
dancing like weirdos in the kitchen while making breakfast/lunch/dinner
sending each other funny but sad memes about missing each other
hanging out with harrison while tom is away & harrison telling him on the phone how grumpy you are without him.Â
also harrison posting a picture of you & him hanging out & tom commenting âđđđâ
tom congratulating you when you burp massively
telling tom all the gossip from work/school & he is REALLY into it
pull very ugly faces at each other, even if youâre on both ends of the couch
just because
wearing toms hoodies & hats (which he finds so freaking hot)
Tom being gone for work & he texts you saying he has something âsexyâ to show you, but itâs just a video of him playing the kazoo (SEE ABOVE GIF)
to be continued...
#tom holland#tom holland headcanon#tom holland head canon#tom holland imagine#tom holland imagines#tom holland x you#tom holland x reader#tom holland fanfic#tom holland fanfiction#tom holland fandom#mine#my writing#marvel#avengers#peter parker#spiderman#headcanon
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A kpop newbieâs reaction to MAMAMOO
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today youâll react to Mamamoo even though you technically already know them
i mean, i don't know all that much about them, really. so this should still be interesting
well, as before, first thing that comes to mind
should i do the top one or
theyâre in the same order. we love consistent queens.
hmm... wheein? then uhhh, s-solar..? then moonbyul and of course my queen.
did you guess them or. you got two of them right !!
i did in fact guess them. oh. fuck it, i'll take it
hwasa and solar, m-my baby. the first one is moonbyul and the third one is wheein
i figured
and apparently this is their formation in every group photo ever
oh, good to know
so, the first one is moonbyul. how old do you think she is and whatâs her personality
she's 23 or 24, and she's a lovable goofball
is she a singer or the rapper
f uc k uhhhuuhhhhh singer
smol baby child. yeah, she's born in 1992, so she's around that age in this photo i think. iâm not sure when it was released. she's the rapper in the group, so her image on stage is cool
i knew it was either her or solar, smh. i remember it distinctively from that height song.
but irl she's greasy and flirts with everyone, tomboy-ish and probably gay idk
alright, so she's the cool one
yeah, she's also the tallest, staying proud at 165 cm
that image was misleading smh. she looks like a silly nerd in it/ are you trying to sabotage my score, miss <-<
i mean, she Is a silly nerd. she usually makes lives with solar and flirts with her all the time and gets herself some slaps on the arm. and she gay panics on stage every time hwasa is in her close vicinity. and she's known for having heart eyes every time a girl talks and she's also the Girl Crush of the entire industry lmao
first we had heart smile now we have heart eyes soon enough you'll be describing a monster from soma. a walking blob made of exposed, beating hearts.
oH SHUT UP
*then i showed him the Wonderful Confession Immortal Songs performance*
that middle aged lady fangirling after hwasa goes "look at me now" lmfao
sadfrghgfdsDFGHJK ME.
this is fokin great. i just got to the rap part. fam they're genuinely talented don't @ me
mamamoo are known for making every show their concert lmao
pff. it do be like that, and i wouldn't have it any other way. a bunch of girl dancers suddenly appeared and i thought my vision was going blurry and i was seeing double. anyway, the rap works surprisingly well, considering the general tone of the song.
moonbyul also has two tattoos. i donât know what one of them says, i think its just her family portrait.
w h o l e s o m e
but the other one says âN'oublie pas de t'aimerâ
alrighty my grill next up is your bias
give her an age
i'll say 24. and she's a singer
she is 27 :)
oof, can you really blame me tho
i canât. she has an actual baby face. whatâs her personality?
i imagine she's sweet and soft, but can be jokingly sassy and teases the others sometimes
oof, she wishes. sheâs the oldest, and the leader, but the other members always bulli her. sheâs the mom friend though, and the best at english, even tho her english isnât all that good anyway sdfghds. and shes a complete goofball
awh ;; is she the short one, then?
nop, shes the second tallest
wait hold up how can the leader be the one who gets bullied this doesn't add up
*then i showed him this marvellous video*
2 seconds in and i've seen enough
*then i showed him the Passion Flower Immortal Songs performance*
solar doesn't have any tattoo but she's scared of bugs so there's that
wholesome. she's a quality idol i like her. this song is dope yo.
the one wearing a hat there is wheein
the wheeout puns are overwhelming ngl
,,,,,,,,,,they fucking are. once u wheein u cant wheeout. she's the same age as hwasa, but a few months older, so hwasa is considered the actual "maknae" (which means youngest member
that much i know. mainly because i googled it a while ago
and here's wheein with short hair cuz fuck yeah
whats her personality?
she's uhh the Short One (tm)
yes, that too. she is Evil
idk, she seems like a sassy singer, but that's just a shallow impression. does she tease the other members a lot, or.. Â <<
tbh, she is pretty sassy. she's also very carefree and a derp. but she does tease the other members a lot and laughs when something funny and unfortunate happens to them. she's been friends with hwasa since middle school, and they have a couple tattoo
ooh, noice
on their ankle, they both have "resonance"
i've seen a picture of that somewhere, if i recall..
she has two other tattoos. one she drew herself, and one that says "la vie est courte l'art est long"
what's with the french affiliation. should i be learning french instead of korean?
probably.
*i showed him that infamous âmamamoo sold their friendship for ice creamâ video*
"hyejin-ah, you know your thighs are the size of your face, right?" i told you, wheein is evil
c r i t i c a l  h i t
hwasa :)Â what do you think her personality is like lmao
she's the serious one (sarcastic humor <<3), the lead rapper but also sings (i noticed this by watching some performances)(edited)i also know that she cooks for them, so extra mom friend points there and she's very independent, but also warmÂ
omf u really are whipped for her
<-<;;;
apparently she really likes beyonce, so some fans call her ahn-yance
yep, shes also a big rihanna fan, and work is her hoe anthem
that's dumb, on one hand because it kinda sounds like "annoyance", and on the other because bey-ahn-ce is a much better pun. i would perform umbrella for her like tom holland, don't @ me
oh, also, hwasa has four tattoos. the "resonance" one, one on the back of her neck, with "maria", her christian name, cuz she is Holy
oh shiet. that name fits her well actually ;;
one on her arm saying âParadise is where you areâ
if she's in your immediate vicinity, then obviously
and one right above that one, thatâs a triquetra
mamamoo are well known in korea, and most of their fans are girls!! i think theyre the group that appeals the most to girls there actually
oh, that's interesting
and here are some songs
*i showed him âWords donât come easyâ*
this is what we call s m o o t h  g u i t a r. and that sexy sax, oh boye (and here is where alexâs inner Shiverbert Creepstein came out, god bless, the only writer i stan) this one's really nice, i'd love to listen to it in a cafe. there's this really nice mental image that you'll never achieve, but it's nice to think of anyway. just sitting alone in the corner of a dimly-lit cafe, watching the performers on the stage sing as you down another shot, people taking quick glances in your direction and wondering what it is you're thinking about, when in fact you're just listening to the music mix in with the raindrops hitting against the windows. i got carried away, oof
o damn, mister shiverbert
<-< hey, nobody clapped
its a nice lil image, though
anyway, that was a great song
*and here i showed him âDecalcomanieâ*
oh, this one's more i n t e n s e. the translated lyrics without any rhyme sound like some sort of strange poem
i know;;
noh-noh is apparently knock knock. the vocals are fokin great
:(((((( stop slandering them, theyre trying
i'm not roasting them, i just find it cute ;;that was a nice song. in fact- (he pinned it)
so, last thoughts on mamamoo?
god bless them best kpop idols out there hwasa please sit on my face
amazing
ayy, that was this weekâs reaction!! alex was actually more excited this time because itâs his ultimate biasâ band
there are some things i (alexa, cuz alex never edits these posts) didnât mention, im sorry if i missed anything important;; i decided to focus more on what alex thinks and says this time, rather than ramble about stuff yâall already know
i hope yâall enjoyed this reaction and if you want, you can leave suggestions!! buh-bye~ ^Ï^
#mamamoo#hwasa#wheein#moonbyul#solar#mamamoo reaction#reaction wednesday#mod alexa#mod alex#kpop#kpop reaction#mamamoo guide#mamamoo introduction#long post#hyejin#ahn hyejin#jung wheein#yongsun#kim yongsun#byulyi#moon byulyi#idk how to clutter this either#fml
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the petermj celebrity au you wrote was too good and i was wondering if you could make a part 2 of it? please?? :)
well only because you said please. kidding
the thing is, that theyâre still as private as ever
like you know, people know but theyâre very unpredictable
like sometimes, peterâs her date to the met gala
sometimes there seems to be no evidence that theyâre still together
but then paparazzi photos of mj walking into stark tower will be seen and itâs like
(yâall get the picture?)
ok so F I N A L L Y
mj gets into acting
like her whole modelling career has been great and all but the whole reason she joined the industry in the first place was to act
no one really knows it but sheâs been going to auditions this whole time
finally, she gets casted for this tv series on netflix
and well,,,,,,,,
it gets BIG
like stranger things BIG
so now, mj NEVER EXPECTED THIS
i mean, technically sheâs already well known
but now double the attention???!???
also, mj is mj
sheâs like objectively,,,hot
no matter how much she tries to downplay it,, with her funny faces and all
she is HOT
itâs a known fact
and her personality is a 9/10 so
well
so when one of her castmates is like, for a lack of a better word, iâll say, whipped
and when the internet starts noticing her castmateâs whipped behaviour in interviews
well, everyoneâs first reaction is confusion!! because they thought she was with the spider-dude??
but that fades
because shippers grow, there are articles gushing over their cuteness, speculations from gossip sites
so when peter gets home after a successful team up with the guardians in outer space,
and he sees that bs on his phone
of course he finds it hilarious at first
but then he watches an interview and heâs like
????
like he knows itâs sexist and maybe he has some possesiveness in him but
michelle is HIS?????
of course, then, a voice that sounds a lot like mj reminds him that she is no oneâs property
and well, he agrees with that voice
but this dude is PUSHING. IT.
and well, because he wants attention too
he tweets
note: peter NEVER TWEETS
so he tweets, âhaha long few days SAVING THE WORLD AHA. no big deal hAHA. iâve missed earth and all the meaningless gossipâ
OF COURSE ONLY DIE-HARD SPIDEYCHELLE SHIPPERS SPECULATE
and peterâs enjoying this
but then he gets a phone call from his very frustrated girlfriend
âare you jealous?â is the first thing he hears when he accepts the call
âthanks for asking, iâm safe and iâm ok.â
she rolls her eyes and tells him that she missed him but then she repeats her question
and pSHHH PETER IS NOT JEALOUS
THIS LIL SHIT SHEâS DOING PRESS WITH ON THE OTHER HAND, IS OUT HERE PUSHING IT THOUGH
âi love YOU and thatâs what matters. not that my co-star is into me.â
âfine. i love you too.â and he kisses her thru the phone
like soulja boy
someone pls take my keyboard away from me ^
ok but anyway
hER CO-STAR STARTS LIKE FLIRTING W HER IN INTERVIEWS
at this point,
the internet is convinced that petermj is H I S T O R Y
ummmmmmmm???
of course, peter MINDS this
he just doesnât say/do anything
and i mean, sure, wanda is sick of listening to him complain about her co-star
and at some point, sheâs doing press at some hotel that the avengers are at for some sort of meeting
like itâs a kNOWN FACT that anyone who steps into the hotel on that day, that there are SUPERHEROES UNDER THE SAME ROOF
and theyâre somewhere signing some sort of agreement
so well, something makes peterâs jealousy PEAK
and so maybe itâs because this fucking co-star literally just admitted that heâs super close to mj and well
letâs just say, that co-star INSINUATED that there might be things happening between him and mj
AND MAYBE IT WAS TRENDING
at this point, peterâs convinced her co-star is literally just using her for fame
so he does what every celebrity boyfriend would do
he crashes her interview
(have you guys seen that interview tom crashes where laura, jacob and z are there)
yeah well,
it goes like this
so the falcon (what??? ikr) aka sam wilson casually walks in, in full costume
mj is taken by surprise for a second but then she sees red and blue spandex and sheâs facepalming
the rest of her castmates are SHOOK!
from behind the camera, you can hear falcon go, âwhatâs up, dude! iâm just, just helping a teammate outâŠâ
and then peterâs in his costume and MJ REALLY WANTS TO BE MAD
but he has a cocky smile on his face and his little curls are stuck to his forehead because he probably has to go save the world right now
ARGH SHE HATES HIM
ok so anyway,
and then TONY STARK IS IN HIS SUIT, BEHIND THE DOOR AND HEâS LIKE, âwrap it up, kid. we gotta go.â
âalright, stark.â
ok so he walks in and apologises to the interviewer, âsorry, i just came to say hi to my girlfriend. i havenât seen her in days.â
so he kisses her cheek and winks, âi missed you, babe.â
she flips him off but sheâs smiling so wide, âyouâre an asshole.â
heâs already out of the shot now but you can hear him go, âand youâs a baby.â
(IF YOU DONâT GET THAT REFERENCE, ITâS T*MD*YA WHEN ZâS BASICALLY ROASTING HIM ON HIS LIVE AND HEâS LIKE âJUST BECAUSE YOUR BIRTHDAYâS COMING UP, IT DOESNâT MEAN YOU CAN COME AT ME LIKE THAT. MAYBE WHEN YOU TURNÂ 21 WE CAN HAVEÂ A CHAT BUT FOR NOW, YOUâS A BABY.ââ)
ok but then before he leaves he pointedly glares at The Co-Star and points at himself, âMY BABY!â
HDEKDALDADSA ITâS SO CUTE
BUT ITâS SO EMBARASSING FOR MJ
but overall, sheâs lowkey amused because she kinda knew that The Co-Star was just using her name for fame
the next day, itâs trending and well, the SPIDEYCHELLE FANDOM IS
D E A D
NO SCRATCH THAT
THE WHOLE INTERNET IS DEAD
(that is, if it already isnât now. text âRESISTâ to 50409 to save net neutrality)
ok wait and one more thing
she totally gets back at him
like maybe PETER IS TOTALLY FANGIRLING BECAUSE HEâS TALKING TO SOME CELEBRITY THAT HEâS HAD A CELEB CRUSH ON
and then mj whoâs doing an interview on the red carpet
turns to the camera like, âiâm totally going to embarass him. watch this.â
and she yells from across the carpet, âYOU SUCK, PETER!â
of course, peter does the one thing that would infuriate mj
he turns to the crowd and yells, âTHATâS MY GIRLFRIEND, EVERYONE! SHEâS NOMINATED FOR AN AWARD TONIGHT!â
she flips him off, because heâs making her heart flutter a little too much
and he blows a kiss at her
(IâM NOT CRYING, YOUâRE CRYING! I LOVE CELEBRITY SPIDEYCHELLE WITH MY WHOLE HEART)
lmk if this was too cringy and you want me to delete. this is probably gonna flop oops
#spider-man: homecoming#spideychelle#spideychelle fanfiction#spideychelle headcanon#peter x michelle#peter and michelle#peter x mj
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Attention
Sooooo⊠this is loosely based on Attention by Charlie Puth but itâs not a songfic. A Tom Holland AU where he lives in LA and yeah. More description below in the background section.
Fandom: Marvel-ish bc Tom is Spiderman, even though i should just start saying Tom Holland lol
Ship: Tom Holland x Reader
Setting: A random club in LA
Word Count:Â 2,546Â
Warnings: Alcohol consumption, some dirty dancing, and flirting. Nothing too heavy imo
Rating: T (?)
Background: So, like I said, itâs a sort-of AU where Tom has been dating a girl and taking her to the same club in LA for months before they break up and this one-shot ensues. Reader is the bartender (probably around 23 lol) and it eventually becomes Tom x reader (bear with me).
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They were an interesting couple to begin with.
Tom Holland and his girlfriend had been coming to the same club ever since you had been working as a bartender, which was a job you had started 6 months before in January.Â
Your new job was at a popular (and very exclusive) club in LA that was known for its frequent celebrity visitors. You were young, and had only gotten the job because you had recently won a bartending competition, which definitely made your resume stick out. After the first three days you had stopped getting starstruck when some famous person or another walked through the doors. Your composed demeanor to the celebrities (and incredibly good looks) had caused you to be well revered by some of them, and they often hung by your end of the bar when they came.
Tom and his girl had been âfrequent flyers,â if you will, to the club and came every Friday and Saturday night.
 Until they didnât.
For the first five months, you watched them enter every weekend, her dressed in a different skimpy outfit each time you saw her and him usually skinny jeans, a t-shirt, and a jacket.Â
He came up to you on your second night on the job.Â
âNever seen you here before. New?â he asked coolly. You were starstruck at first. This was a celebrity you were actually a pretty big fan of, not to mention that you had just the slightest crush on him.
âItâs my second night, actually,â you replied casually as you toweled off a glass you had used to shake a cocktail right before.Â
He gave a warm smile and thought about his next words.
âWelcome, then. Whatâs your favorite drink?â
âFor myself?â you questioned, to which he answered with a nod. âWell Iâve always like harder alcohols myself. It isnât often that youâll catch me with some fruity drink like the ones I make for those crazy party girls out here. I will say that a classic gin and tonic is my go-to, though.â
âWell that makes two of us, though my girlfriend is one of those girls that are into the fruity things,â he finished with a sarcastic tone.Â
âSo what would you like then?âÂ
âHow âbout a gin and tonic for myself, and then surprise me with my girlfriendâs, she wonât know the difference. She asks me to choose for her and I couldnât care less,â he chuckled, leaning his elbows over the bar.
You quickly made up the drinks and slid them over to the Brit across from you.
âThanks, love. Feel free to put it on my tab.â
He started to walk away when he paused and turned back quickly.
âI didnât seem to catch your name. Would you mind sharing it?â
âY/n. Nice to meet you Mr. Holland.â
âOh please, call me Tom. But same to you, y/n.â
With that, he had walked away, and for the next five months he came to be a friend of sorts, coming to you to get the same thing every weekend (âa gin and tonic and whatever you think sheâll like this timeâ) and sharing a conversation about one thing or another while you tended.
It all changed about the fourth month.Â
While Tom had still been bringing his girlfriend on the regular every Friday and Saturday, he had begun to seem less interested when he entered the club and slightly irritable to his girlfriend. When you overheard her ask to come and order a drink with him, he waved her off and told her he wanted to come alone before walking over to you. His demeanor seemed to soften when he saw you, but you could tell his attitude was different than normal.
It kept going like this for another three weeks before one Friday they just didnât show up.Â
It was the next day that you heard through the grapevine that he had dumped her on Thursday and she was devastated.
Three more weeks went by and nothing. Gossip mags and websites had had their heyday with the couple for about four days after the breakup until they found a new Hollywood story to focus on. Rumors raged from âHollandâs had it!â to âIs she actually pregnant?â You had even heard a small rumor that the two of you had been secretly dating (but that one never took off⊠thankfully)
Then one Monday night, she showed up.Â
Another skimpy, sequin-y dress and impossibly high heels like the ones she used to wear for Tom. She was alone and obviously tipsy already, which made you almost audibly groan when she stumbled towards you.Â
âHeeey⊠uh hehe, youârrrre the one who made me drinkss, right?â she slurred, leaning over the bar giggling.Â
You felt uncomfortable, knowing she had had a quite a few too many before showing up. You looked around, trying to spot a bouncer. Usually you werenât one to get a girl kicked out, unless she was violent of course, but you were already kind of annoyed with her and how uneasy she had made Tom in the end of their relationship.Â
You locked eyes with one of the bouncers you had become really good friends with and tipped your head back to signal him over. He rushed to you and you did your âsecret hand signalâ that meant you needed to talk to him. You whispered âLead her away, donât draw too much attention. She showed up drunk if you couldnât tell.â
He did as asked and you sighed with relief, and you were happy to see her leave later that night around the same time your shift ended.
Until she showed up again on Thursday.
And Friday.
And Saturday.
For three more weeks, every Thursday-Monday she would come and party, sometimes drunk, other times ready to get drunk.
And then one Tuesday night, Tom showed up with his best friend and roommate Harrison and a few other guys. You saw the surprise and delight on his face when your eyes met his. You watched him signal to his friends that heâd be right back and he weaved his way through the dance floor to you.
âOh my God, y/n! Youâre still here!â He exclaimed with a wide smile.
âSometimes unfortunately, but yeah, I am. Your usual? Well, minus the surprise drink?â you questioned. His face dropped a little and he thought about his reply.
âWhiskey. Rocks.â
Your eyebrows shot up.
âWow, hitting the big ones now, huh?â
âI need it. Iâm fed up with everything thatâs been going on with⊠her.â
âWhat are you talking about?â you asked innocently. âI thought that all finally blew over?â
He leaned forward before whispering, âHas she been here?â
âWhat?â
âYou know, has she been here? To party?â
You didnât want to lie to him, but you also knew giving away her weekend activities to someone else could get you in trouble at work. His pleading eyes made you finally give in and you groaned.Â
âFine. Yeah, she has. Every weekend she shows up either drunk or trying to be.â
It was his turn to groan now with an exaggerated lean backwards.Â
âSheâs been showing up to just about every party and club in L.A. looking for me. All she wants is attentionâŠâ he trailed as you poured his amber drink.
You chuckled as you set the glass in front of Tom, who was looking down at his hands resting on the barâs edge.
âWell, Iâm not one for gossip, but from what Iâve heard, sheâs been throwing down some real crap on your name. I donât listen to any of it or really know what sheâs said, but I guess sheâs been roasting you pretty hard around here.â
He shook his head and rolled his eyes, explaining that she has never been rejected before and clearly didnât know how to handle it. He threw back his whiskey in one swift motion and set the tumbler back on the bar for you to wash.
âThanks for the vent, y/n. Good to see you. I hope this will all be over soon and you and I can just be bar buddies again.â he commented. And with that, he walked off with a small wave to his guys.
A couple nights later, a Thursday, he returned with only Harrison. They beelined for you and you finally met the infamous best friend to Tom Holland.Â
You failed to remember, of course, that the girl had been frequenting Thursday nights. At least, until it was too late.
Some people froze upon sight of her. This was the first time the two of them had been seen in the same building in almost two months, and you didnât notice her until it was too late to warn Tom. You reached to point when suddenly,
âOh, Tommy!â she cooed, standing only a few feet behind him.
He closed his eyes and pressed his lips into a thin line before turning slowly.Â
âWhat are you doing here?â he asked, obvious strain in his voice.
âOh, come on, baby. What do you think Iâm doing here? I was looking for you silly!âÂ
She slinked up to him and placed a newly manicured hand over his chest. Her gold dress dipped so low on her chest that you wanted to call her out on public indecency, and the hem barely reached the tops of her thighs. You also couldnât help but notice the strong perfume emitting from her body, overwhelming your nostrils.
âYou need to leave. Youâre drunk and we arenât together anymore,â Tom muttered through gritted teeth.
âBaby, look at me. I did this all for you. Canât you tell I still want you?â
âYou just want me in your bed tonight. You really think I donât know about all the dirt youâve thrown on my name? Nice try.â He said angrily, pushing her hands off his body.
âTom itâs more than that! I still love you and want us to be together!â
âLook: no matter what you think youâre doing, Iâm not taking you home. Iâm not getting back together with you. You just want attention, not me. And I realize that you hate the idea of me dating other people or even just getting over you, but I was serious a month-and-a-half ago when we broke up. Itâs over.â He was loud enough now that people nearby could hear, too.
âWell fine then! Have fun knocking up the bartender youâve been sooooooo close with the past few months! And donât you even think about coming back to me when you decide sheâs useless!â
Cue the collective gasp across the club. She smirked to herself, obviously proud of what she had done, and looked between you and Tom. With that, she turned on her heel and sauntered out of the place, never to be seen there again.
All eyes were now on you and your face burned. People didnât think you and Tom were really together, did they? You glanced down at your watch and was happy to see that your shift was coming to a close, so you quickly untied your apron and muttered,Â
âItâs time for me to go. See you around Tom⊠maybe.â You rushed to the employee lounge in the back and quickly punched out. You didnât really have a reason to feel this way, but you felt your eyes burn, threatening to spill tears.Â
You stepped out the back door when a familiar voice called your name.Â
âY/n please! Stop!â Tom was yelling, rushing towards you. The guard outside the door stepped in front of you. He, too, was a friend, and was great at scaring off people when needed.
âPlease, sir. Ms. Y/n is off the clock and headed home. I suggest you do the same.âÂ
âHeâs fine,â you explained, stepping out from behind the guard. âWhat do you want, Tom? I realize what just happened back there, but I donât need you to save me. Weâre very different people, and you said yourself that you just wanted to be bar buddies. Iâm pretty sure âbar buddiesâ doesnât carry over into our personal lives.â
You marched off to your car, unsure of where this sudden burst of anger was coming from, but he grabbed your wrist and pulled you around.
âY/n, just please hear me out!â He let go of your wrist when you exhaled and nodded. âHereâs the deal. Youâre really cool, and funny, and beautiful. I was afraid to tell you this, but thereâs a reason I broke up with my girlfriend, and itâs not just that sheâs terrible. I broke up with her because I like you. A lot.â
You couldnât believe what you were hearing. One of Hollywoodâs favorite young stars, who was incredibly hot nonetheless, was telling you that you were the reason he broke up with his A-list girlfriend. This couldnât be real.
âStop trying to spare my feelings, Tom. What happened in the club was embarrassing, but you canât let what she said rule your decisions.â
âY/n. Iâm serious. Iâve had a crush on you since April.âÂ
It was mid July.
âYou two started fighting in April.â you retorted, not sure what to say.
âMy point exactly.â
Your world seemed to crash down on you and your heartbeat quickened. He was joking right? All of those flirty winks he gave and the fact that he hung out with you more that month than his girlfriend was just friendly, right? But it wasnât. He was being serious, and you could see it in his eyes.
âTom, IâŠâÂ
âDonât. Just let me have this.â He whispered, a hand reaching up to brush your cheek. You involuntarily leaned into it, his warm touch sending fire through your body. You looked him in the eyes and nodded, knowing what was coming next.Â
His lips met yours and it was like nothing you had ever experienced or imagined. You wanted to stay in this moment forever, but the two of you finally broke apart.Â
You heard a sniffle and some applause to the right of you, which caused both of you to snap away and look in that direction.Â
âIâm sorry, but itâs just so beautiful!â your security guard friend cried. Had he been there the whole time? Yeah, probably. But that didnât matter now, what mattered was this moment. Tom. You. Thatâs what mattered.
A few weeks laterâŠ
So now, itâs a routine. Tom goes off to film in the mornings and meets you for lunch every day before you head off to the club. Most nights when he can, he shows up and sits on one of the barstools watching you do your job of shaking cocktails, blending margaritas, pouring the occasional whiskey or brandy, and popping caps off of beers. Sometimes he drinks, but usually he just sits contently, admiring you for your personality and looks.
He announced your relationship on Instagram a few nights after everything happened, when you went on your first date. Tabloids exploded when they caught wind of the situation, and people often came to the club just to get one of your drinks and meet you.Â
You were an interesting couple to begin with, but one thing was for sure, you werenât in it for the attention.
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A/N: So Iâm not super happy with the ending, but I hope you enjoy this. I started writing this like⊠November 11 and today itâs December 18⊠whoops. Iâve got other things in my drafts that I need to work on over Christmas break, so hopefully Iâll be able to publish those soon. As always, my asks are always open if you have a request or just want to ask something :)
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The Cure- Ch. 6- The Deed
TITLE OF STORY: The Cure CHAPTER NUMBER/TITLE/ONE SHOT: Chapter 6 of ? AUTHOR: loveCorrah WHICH TOM/CHARACTER: Actor!Tom and OFC Olivia GENRE: Â Romance, Angst, Smut FIC SUMMARY: After Tom has to take his sick niece to the pediatrician, he strikes up a fancy for the beautiful Doctor. The more he finds out about Olivia, the more he wants to know. How will he react when secrets about her past come to light? RATING: Explicit WARNINGS/TRIGGERS/AUTHORS NOTES: Â FEEDBACK/COMMENTS: Â So sorry that itâs taken so long to get a new chapter up... this is a long one. :) If you need a reminder of Chapter 5, you can find it here! Feedback is always wanted and valued! Â <3C
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       Tom called exactly 5 more times that night, and Livi was honestly surprised that he didnât show up at her door. She finally fell asleep there on her fluffy couch, clutching her cactus pillow.Â
      As the dim morning light filtered around her curtains, she opened her eyes and stretched like a cat. Even though it was a bright, sunny Sunday morning, she felt a dark storm brewing. Not one in the sky, but a metaphorical storm with large swirling black clouds and lightning strikes that struck every part of her being. Dark memories were flooding back to her, and as much as she tried to block them out, she couldnât.       She grabbed her phone off the table to check the time, and saw a text message.
                   8:48 A.M.             Olivia, darling, Iâm worried         about you. Since you wonât answer          my calls, will you at least reply to      my texts? What happened to you last night?                       -T
             For a moment, she thought about not even answering his texts, but she felt like she owed him an explanation of what had happened. It was incredibly rude to ditch Tom like she had done, and she felt guilty.
                 8:58 A.M.       Tom, Iâm sorry. Iâm so sorry for         leaving like I did last night.                    -O
                9:01 A.M.        By the gods, my dear Olivia       lives! Are you okay? Can I still          cook for you tonight?                     -T
      She laughed at his mythological reference, and tried to decide whether to let him come over or not. His forgiving nature wasnât really something that she was used to, and it made him all the more attractive. She sighed as her fingers began typing before her brain even seemed to catch up.
             9:04 A.M.             Of course.               -O
            9:07 A.M.      Lovely! Iâll be there at 7.               -T
         Was she doing the right thing? She did need to talk to Tom face to face, she supposed. She spent the day cleaning her flat, and when she got bored of doing that she decided to make a dessert. If Tom was cooking, she could at least make dessert. She had no idea what he liked as far as sweets went, so she began to throw together one of her favoritesâblueberry shortcake. It was an easy recipe, but it was one of the best things she had ever tasted, and she hoped heâd like it. She baked 3 pans of vanilla cake, and began layering them. In between the layers was a decadent homemade whipped cream, a blueberry sauce, and fresh blueberries. On the top, she garnished the beautiful cake with a handful of the plump, fresh blueberries.  If he didnât like blueberries, at least it was a stunning cake to look at.         Â
       When the time came, she showered and slid into her favorite pair of distressed blue jeans and a green colored, long-sleeved t-shirt. She left her hair down in waves, but she didnât bother with a whole lot of makeup or shoes-- she was in her own home, why did she need shoes?       At 6:50, she heard a knock on her door. He must be one of those guys thatâs perpetually early. She stood on her tip-toes and peeked through her peephole, and what she saw melted her heart.Â
     Tom stood there in his black cardigan (did he own anything else?), looking down at a bundle of beautiful fresh flowers, and as she began to turn the locks on the door, he straightened up and adjusted his thick-rimmed glasses. He had stubble that had grown out since yesterday that clung to his sharp cheekbones, and it was absolutely glorious. Too bad sheâd probably have to say goodbye to him. Down, girl.      She finally got the door open, and his warm smile seemed to smack her right in the face.      âHi. Come in.â Livi said quietly, as he crossed the threshold. No doubt, she had some explaining to do for the way she acted last night.      âHello, you.â He smirked and ducked down to place a kiss on her forehead. âI dropped by the market, and these flowers reminded me of you, so I just had to get them.â       âI love them. Thank you.â She blushed as she looked down on the flowers. The most beautiful mix of pink and coral roses, peonies, and sprigs of dark green eucalyptus were wrapped in brown butcher paper, and tied with a very pretty coral-colored ribbon. Their lovely fragrance immediately made her foyer and kitchen smell like a vivid garden. âIâve never seen more beautiful flowers, Tom, really.â She smiled as she retrieved a light green water pitcher from her cabinet to put them in.       âDid you make that? It looks incredibleâŠâ He asked as he was distracted by the tall blueberry shortcake on the counter.     âI did, thanks to you, I had fresh groceries. I hope you like blueberries.â      His eyes were wide as he eyed the dessert. âI love them, thank you, darling.â      That darling thing⊠and she was just beginning to like that, too. âUm, Tom⊠I need to talk to you.â      âI know, I can tell somethingâs the matter. We can talk in a little while. Iâll cook first, Iâm positively famished. We can chat while weâre eating.â      âOh⊠well⊠okay. How can I help?â      He held his other hand out, and in it was an interesting looking dark bottle. âHere. Pour us a couple of glasses of this wine⊠and thatâs it, love. Iâll handle everything else.â      âWell⊠okay.â She stretched to get the wine glasses from the top cabinet, and Tom began to gather things from the refrigerator. She expertly pulled the cork from the bottle of expensive wine, and poured a bit of the light-colored liquid in each stemless wine glass. After she jumped up to take a seat on the counter, she took a sip of the wine.
     âMmm⊠this wine is marvelous.â      Tom laughed. âI have an excellent taste in wine, as a matter of fact.â      âApparently, you do. Look, Tom-â      He cleared his throat and kept talking. âThe day I picked up that wine, I had a delightful Sunday lunch with my mother and sister. This vineyard had a wonderful sirloin of Herefordshire Beef, and with it I had roast potatoes and Yorkshire Pudding. It was lovely⊠great wine too. That bottleâs aged several years.â He was stalling at this point, trying to keep her from saying what he knew she was going to say. âThe reason the wine is so good is the way the hills are faced in conjunction with the sun. They get a lot of sunshine, but not the harshness of the northerly wind.â      âTom-â      âOlivia. Stop, please. I have a feeling I know what youâre going to say, anyway.â      âYou do?â      âMmm-hmm⊠that you donât want to see me anymore⊠am I right?â He asked, as he turned on the stove to boil water for the pasta.      âNo, Tom⊠well, not exactly.â She sighed as she took another sip of wine. âLast night during intermission, I was in the restroom and a woman approached me and asked if we were dating. She then told me that my photos were all over the internet, with various disgusting headlines accompanying them.â      He nodded as Livi watched his jaw clench angrily beneath his skin. âI know, darling⊠sometimes the things that are said on the internet arenât very nice. Iâm incredibly sorry that you had to read all that.â       âItâs not that, Tom⊠I mean, I donât like being called fat, or ugly, or beneath your standards⊠but it goes a lot deeper than that.â      He watched as tears began to spring to her eyes, but she quickly brushed them away as for him not to see them.      âOh, Olivia. Youâre nowhere near fat or ugly⊠and Iâm the one thatâs probably beneath your standards. Youâre an amazing woman, youâre caring, brilliant, beautiful, and warm.â      âTom, please stop.â      He huffed as he put his hands on his slender hips. âStop what? Complimenting you?â      This couldnât go any further. âI heard of a position opening up in a couple of weeks at a childrenâs hospital in Washington State. Iâm going to take it.â      He felt like the breath had been sucked right from his lungs. True, he didnât know this woman that well, but heâd at least like the opportunity to.          âWashington State? Darling, why? You said you still had three months left here at the hospital.â      âI know, but I need to get out of London.â      âYou love London, you said so yourself. I mean, I thought we were friends⊠possibly more. Are you leaving because of the things that were said about you on the internet? You canât pay any attention to that stuff, love.â       âItâs not that. Iâm not that shallow.â       Tom approached Livi, still sitting on the counter, stepped in between her legs, and placed his hands on the granite on either side of her hips. âTalk to me then, Olivia. Is it me? Do you not like me?â       She looked down to the liquid in her glass, almost uncomfortable with the sudden closeness. She could smell the freshness of his breath from the mint that he had eaten just before getting here, interwoven with the scent of his classic masculine cologne. âItâs not you, Tom. I justâŠâ       âJust⊠what?â He placed his long finger underneath her chin, tilting her face up. âLook at me, Olivia.â       She grabbed his wrist and yanked, dislodging his hand from her chin. His assertiveness had made her independent-self angry. âTom, I have stuff in my past, that I wonât let resurface. I wonât.â She tried to restrain herself from allowing too many memories to flood back, but he could see tears begin to spill over her cheeks.       He pulled the wine glass from her hands, placed it on the counter, and took her hands in his. âNot even with me by your side? We can go slow, if youâd like, but Iâll be here. Iâll be a great friend, if nothing else.â       She shook her head. âNo. I donât think so.â Â
      He wrapped one of her dark waves around his finger before delicately pushing it behind her ear. âOlivia, I really fancy you⊠more than anyone in a very long time. Iâd really like the chance to get to know you... no matter what baggage you might bring with you, love. Will you give me a few hours to show you that before you make this decision?â       By this time, his big blue eyes were pleading and she just couldnât say no. She gently nodded her head in agreement, and he leaned forward to place his lips against hers. As he pushed his tongue into her mouth, he tasted white wine and fresh blueberries, and he heard a tiny moan resonate in her throat as she draped her arms over his shoulders. The corners of his mouth turned up into a smirk as he broke their kiss and he rested his forehead lightly against hers.      She closed her eyes, and whispered against his lips. âI was beginning to think that I had dreamt that kiss from beforeâŠâ      âNo, darling. Youâve no idea how badly Iâve been wanting to do that again.â He placed his large hands on either side of her face as he tilted her eyes back up to his. âI had to control myself in my dressing room last night. With your face so close to mine⊠although I will say, the needle in my forehead helped me restrain myself.â      âIâll bet.â She snickered. âYou know, I have some bigger needles in my bag in the living room, if you get out of line.â She raised her eyebrows cheekily.      âI must keep my gentlemanly ways about me then.â He laughed as he moved back to the stove to drop the pasta in the boiling water. âI donât want you to make good on that threat. Youâre not at all frightened of needles, Olivia?â      âNo, Iâm definitely not frightened of needles.â She giggled.      He turned toward her after he placed the chicken in a skillet and began to sear it. âWell, you know one of my biggest fears⊠what are you afraid of? Anything?â      If he only knew. âHmm⊠well, Iâm not too fond of heights. I donât really care for clowns either.â She shuddered as she thought of Twisty the Clown from American Horror Story.      He smirked as he turned back to the pan to flip the chicken. âHeights arenât really my thing either, darling. See, we have something in common!â      Livi watched Tom work in front of that stove for the next 45 minutes, and 45 minutes wasnât nearly long enough. She felt a bit guilty for oogling this man like she was, but she just couldnât help it. She loved his long legs, and the way his slim-cut, dark denim clung to those long legs should have been painted on the Sistene Chapel⊠yup, it was that Heavenly.      His jeans ended right above a large pair of slate-colored suede boots, and as those boots slid across her floor as he cooked, she tried to come to her senses. She had basically let this man come over to tell him that she couldnât see him anymore⊠and yet, she found herself being even more drawn to him. Was it because he was a celebrity? Or because he was one of the nicest men she had ever come across? Or, possibly, could there actually something between them?      âOlivia? Did you hear what I said?â      âHmm? Iâm sorryâŠâ      He flashed her a knowing smile. âI just told you that the food was ready. Where shall we eat?â He asked as he looked around, noticing the absence of a proper dining table.      âOh⊠I normally sit on a pillow and eat at the coffee table. Iâm sorry, with just me here I donât really have a need for a dining table.â      âAh! No big deal⊠Top up our wine, and Iâll carry the plates into the living room.â      She did as he asked, and placed their glasses on her table as she took a seat on the floor across from him. The scent of the hot dish made her mouth water. âMmm⊠that smells wonderful.â      âI hope it tastes good.â He winked across at her. âWell, tuck in.â      She grabbed her fork, and began to twirl it in her pasta, wrapping it around the metal instrument. She could only describe the taste as divine, as she closed her eyes and savored the food. It had been a long time since sheâd had a hot, home-cooked meal as she was a little too used to takeout. âWow, this is amazingâŠâ      âThank you, darling. I love to cook, but I donât get much time for it, unfortunately.â       âI bet.â       The couple enjoyed their meal together, and after everything was washed up and the leftovers were put away, they collapsed onto the couch side by side.       âOlivia, tomorrow night after the performance we are all attending a party seeing as how next week is the end of Coriolanus. Itâs going to be at the Rosewood Hotel. Iâd love for you to attend with me. Itâs just a quiet, private affair. I have a friend flying in tomorrow, as well. Heâll be there, and Iâd love for you to meet him.â      âOh⊠Tom, I donât think I should. Not after last night.â      He nodded slowly. âI understand. I was hoping youâd say yes, but I know that last night wasnât easy for you. Iâm still incredibly sorry about thatâŠâ      She shrugged. âItâs alright. Iâll just have to figure out how to fix it.â      âI just hope by âfixing itâ you wonât have to tell me goodbye.â      âWeâll see, Tom.â      He wouldnât push her to talk to him about things. She would talk when she was ready. All he knew was that he liked her, he was inexplicably drawn to her, and he didnât want her to say that she couldnât see him anymore. After all, it wouldnât be his first relationship to be ruined by paparazzi.       Tom wrapped his arm around Livi, and pulled her close allowing her to lay her head on his chest. She had never been with a man that was so touchy-feely, but apparently Tom really liked the closeness. They really didnât know each other that well, and Livi would normally never cuddle with a man that she knew so little of, but it felt different with Tom⊠it felt like she had known him forever, and she was comfortable around him. That hadnât happened in a very long time. His chest just felt so good⊠and he smelled so good⊠Livi sighed and wished she could just stay in their little safe bubble forever.       âTom?â       âHmm?â He asked as he looked down to her. He deftly moved her soft hair so that he could see her face, and was struck breathless when her golden brown eyes flickered up to his.       âWill you kiss me again... please?â       He looked at her, surprised for a moment, and dipped his head to hers, fulfilling her wish. He moved his hand to rest against her smooth cheek as their lips moved together, her mouth so warm and inviting, and her lips softer than anything he had experienced before. He let his hand drift from her face down to her neck, leaving goosebumps on her skin from his light touch.       âOliviaâŠâ He growled, as he broke their kiss and breathed heavily against her lips.       âHmm?â       âYou are the most infuriatingly confusing woman Iâve ever met⊠and I canât get enough of you. Whereâs your bedroom?â      âDown the hall⊠to the left.â  She barely got the words out, and she felt like sheâd flatline just from his voice alone.       He stood, before bending down and sliding his hands under her bottom. âWrap your legs around me, Olivia.â      She did as he asked as his lips found hers once more, and held onto his muscular shoulders as he lifted her from the couch, making his way through the living room and down the hall. He paid no attention to anything in her bedroom but her, as he gently laid her down against her dove-colored bedspread. He stripped out of his black cardigan and white t-shirt, discarding it onto her floor and leaving him bare-chested.      âCome here, you.â He wrapped his hands around her wrists and pulled her up, making her giggle. âOlivia, look at me. Do you want this?â      âI do.â If nothing else, sheâd at least have a little fun with him before she left. Sheâd let herself have that.      He grinned and let his fingers drift beneath her shirt, pulling it up and over her head, throwing it to the small pile of clothing he had started on the floor. He was surprised to see a large tattoo on her ribcage of a black and grey anatomical heart, with gorgeous, rich pink and yellow flowers covering the bottom part of it. âThatâs stunning⊠and not at all what I expected.â He stood there dumbfounded for a moment, just taking in this new part of her.      She felt heat spread across her face, as the blush made its way across her cheeks. âOh⊠yeah... I have more, you just canât see them unless Iâm naked. With my job, I canât really have anything that shows.â It had been so long since Olivia had been nude with a man, much less intimate with one, and she almost couldnât formulate words. She didnât think anyone but the tattoo artist had seen the heart tattoo, as she got it in Japan before she came to London, and she certainly hadnât taken her clothes off for anyone since arriving here. It was her newest piece of art, and she loved it.      Tom looked at her artwork, which was lovely, but the body it rested on was even more perfect than he had pictured. She sat before him in a sheer, mauve bra that had a sweet, tiny pink bow between her breasts, and he immediately felt a stirring in his pants that was beginning to grow uncomfortable. He stood there for another moment looking at her before she brought him back to reality.      âWhat are you staring at?â She asked, as she brought her arms across her chest self-consciously.      âOh, no, darling⊠donât do that. Youâre absolutely exquisite.â He could tell that she was nervous, and he placed his hands on her shoulders in reassurance. His eyes drifted to her other side, and on it rested a tattoo of a beautiful angel draped over an intricately carved piece of marble⊠and she was weeping. It was lovely and heartbreaking, all at the same time â and he had seen that before. âI know that statue⊠itâs in New Orleans.âÂ
      She nodded slowly. âThatâs where Iâm from.â There wasnât any point in trying to lie.       Finally, he felt like he was getting somewhere. âAh. I see. Lovely city.â       âSort of.â She shrugged, before she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him back down on top of her. âI donât want to think about New Orleans right nowâŠâ       She enjoyed the weight of him on top of her⊠like nothing could hurt her with him there. As they made love, they realized that not only were they drawn together outside of the bedroom, they were a perfect match in the bedroom. They fit together like they were meant for just that, and they were both amazed at the way they felt as they found their climaxes together. They peacefully fell asleep wrapped in each otherâs arms, Liviâs head against Tomâs bare chest.       The next morning, her normal phone alarm went off waking her. For a moment, she panicked as she realized that she had woken up in someoneâs arms. What had she done? She let her body control her, when her mind shouldâve been in control. She slipped out of her bed, and went into her bathroom to shower. After all, she had to get ready for work. She quietly applied her makeup, and ran her fingers through her wet hair. She didnât want to risk waking Tom with the blow-dryer. She went into her closet and picked out a tweed dress, with a denim shirt underneath. She finished it off with black tights, black booties, and some jewelry.
     She thought that she could possibly sneak out without Tom knowing. She didnât want to face the whole morning-after situation. He could just let himself out, right? She grabbed her doctorâs bag and her handbag, but quickly realized she had left her cell phone in the bedroom. Shit.      She tip-toed into the room, and noticed that Tom was still sleeping peacefully in her bed. He was gorgeous and perfect, even in his sleep. Fucking cheekbones of a god⊠damn him. She walked to the bedside table and grabbed her phone, quietly turning around to tip-toe back out.      She heard a husky, sleepy voice come from behind her. âYouâre not trying to sneak out on me, are you, darling?â      She pivoted on her feet. âOf course not⊠I just⊠I have to go to work, and I didnât want to wake you.â      âMmm-hmm⊠Come here for a moment, love.â      She obliged, after placing her bags on the floor. She sat beside him on the bed, and watched as he grabbed her hand and brought it to his mouth for a kiss. âLast night was amazing, Olivia. Thank youâŠâ      She diverted her eyes from his to their joined hands.      âWhatâs wrong? Did you not enjoy last night?â      âNo, I did⊠I just⊠this is all moving so fast. Are you not scared, Tom?â      âOf course Iâm scared. Anytime you put your heart out there, thereâs a chance of getting it broken⊠and yes, this is moving rather quickly. I trust my instincts, darling, and I am feeling things that I have never felt before.â     She nodded softly as she noticed the way the grey sheet draped over his lean, muscular lower half. The same lower half she became very well acquainted with last night. âUm⊠I need to get to work, Tom. Make yourself at home⊠just lock the door when you leave, please.â      He nodded as he watched her grab her bags and wave over her shoulder. There were things that he still wanted to say to her, and he wished that they could have just stayed in bed and relived the previous night over and over again. He slipped out of her comfortable bed and back into his white boxer shorts, and within a few seconds, he heard the front door slam behind her. His stomach clenched when he realized he didnât ask her if she had made her decision about Washington⊠He hoped he had done enough to make her stay.
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Safe Haven- Prologue: Getting Out
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Living with him, with your husband, Tom, had been suffocating.Â
Everyday youâd stay home, youâd wash the dishes, and clean the house. Youâd make a picture perfect dinner, put on your fanciest clothes and await his return from work.Â
Youâd pray and pray that nothing went wrong, that the silverware was all perfectly straight and there werenât any smudges on the wine glasses. For Tom was a perfectionist, and he was quick to blame you for any imperfections. Youâd also pray that he hadnât been drinking, and that he had a good day at work, because if he hadnât youâd of course be blamed for that as well.
Getting out of that household had been one of the hardest things youâd ever done, and it had nearly killed you.Â
You'd never forget the details of that night, because they drudged themselves up in your dreams every time you fell asleep.Â
It was a warm evening in the middle of June, right around the time when youâd start turning the air conditioning on all day instead of just at night when Tom was there. Any other time of the year heâd give you grief about âwasting it on yourself,â but for some reason the summer time was an exception, so you took what was offered to you.Â
That night you wore a sleek fitted black dress, heels and a necklace Tom had gotten you for your two year anniversary. On the table youâd laid out a homemade roast along with Tomâs favorite wine, a dark red which you didnât care for but pretended to love. From the outside looking in, the dinner youâd set up seemed perfect- a perfect meal for a perfectly happy couple.Â
But it was all fake.Â
The dress, the wine, the roast, even the way you wore your hair, they were all in attempt to make him happy, but it wouldnât work. Every night it was the same thing, the same dance between the two of you. The only thing that varied was Tomâs behavior, and that was terrifyingly unpredictable.Â
When heâd gotten home you could already smell the alcohol on his breath, cheap and disgusting it filled the house. He stumbled through the door and tossed his coat aside for you to pick up and put into the closet, along with his shoes and his brief case as well.Â
After that was done you lead him into the dining room with a smile plastered onto your face, âHoney, I made roast, your favorite.âÂ
âIâm tired of roast,â He grumbled and took his seat, sipping wine from the glass youâd already filled, âThis wineâs good though,âÂ
âIâm glad you like it,â You smiled before turning into the kitchen to retrieve the roast, âIâll be right back, Honey.âÂ
When you returned the dish was heavy in your arms, and you felt yourself straining to keep it upright as you set it down on the table in front of him, âHere you go,âÂ
âThanks,â He mumbled before beginning to serve himself, piling heaps of chicken and roasted vegetables onto his plate before taking a long swig from his wine glass. You took your seat across from him and waited until he was finished before taking a helping for yourself.Â
âThis is good,â Tom looked up at you before taking another sip of wine, âI like the carrots.âÂ
Your heart leapt at his compliment- but not because you wanted his approval. No, not at all, you were just happy he wasnât angry. Because when he was angry, you always got the blunt end of it. Another 30 minutes of pleasant conversation passed and you thought you were in the clear, but that was when you made your first mistake.
After clearing all of the dishes, including Tomâs, you went to take his glass and the wine bottle back into the kitchen. But just as you reached for them, he grabbed your wrist and said, âDid I say I was done with that?âÂ
âNo, no, Iâm sorry,â You said before putting the bottle back, âI just thought youâd had enough-âÂ
âYou thought I had âenough?!â His grip on your wrist tightened and you found yourself biting your lip to keep from crying out, âDidnât realize you controlled how much I eat and drink now?âÂ
âIâm sorry, I didnât mean it-â You tried to apologize, youâd do anything to avoid a fight at that point, but he pressed on, âYou know I do everything for you! I go out everyday and I work my ass off, to provide for your lifestyle. I think Iâm entitled to a nice home cooked meal and a glass of wine when I come home- donât you think?!âÂ
You opened your mouth to respond, but he cut you off, âBut thatâs not what I get! I come home to a controlling bitch of a wife telling me what to eat and how much to drink!âÂ
âI wasnât telling you how much to drink, Iâm sorry,â You tried to apologize again, but this time he took a fistful of your hair and slammed your head down onto the table. You were completely stunned, and when you stood back up you felt blood flow freely from your nose and onto the carpet below.Â
âOh look,â Tom stood up from the table with a loud creak of his chair, âWell donât just stand there, clean it up!âÂ
But you were too busy plugging your nose to keep it from bleeding to hear him. So you didnât respond at first, which only made him angrier, â(Y/N)?! Are you ignoring me?!âÂ
It then escalated so quickly that it was all a blur.Â
But the next thing you knew he was choking you and you were grabbing a knife from the roast and sinking it into his abdomen. He cried out and twisted from behind, leaving you gasping for breath on the dining room floor.Â
When you finally recovered he was still lying there screaming at you from the other side of the room, but you didnât pay attention as you ran into your bedroom and started to pack a back. When you were finished, your hands were shaking so badly that you couldnât close the zipper. So you settled with holding it closed as you ran out the front door, Tom still on the dining room floor screaming at you as you left.Â
You ran as fast as you could across the lawn and to your neighbor Mrs. Rhodeâs house. Mrs. Rhodes was the sweet old lady next door who knew about Tomâs treachery, and had started stitching you up when he forbid you from going to the hospital.Â
Sheâd tried dozens of times to tell the police about his abuse. But being as Tom was a high up police officer himself, it never worked, and you always got hurt as a result. So she stopped trying to save you and started just helping instead, brightening your days whenever she could all without Tomâs knowledge.Â
âM-Mrs. Rhodes!!â You banged on her front door, smearing it with both you and Tomâs blood that was still on your hands, âMrs. Rhodes! I-I-I need help!!âÂ
A few seconds later the door opened and Mrs. Rhodes gasped, âOh- oh my god, whoâs blood is that?!âÂ
âItâs T-Tomâs, and m-mine,â You started babbling and she quickly ushered you inside, âCome here, honey, itâs okay, come on in.âÂ
âWhat do I do?! Heâs going to kill me, Mrs. Rhodes heâs going to kill me,â You cried and cried into her shoulder, but she knew exactly what to do next.Â
âHoney, Iâve had a plan for you to get out since I first found out about him,â She cooed and smoothed your hair, âItâs going to be okay, youâre going to be okay.âÂ
The rest of the night was spent changing your appearance and buying you a bus ticket to nowhere- you had to disappear. Mrs. Rhodes cut your hair to shoulder length and dyed it blonde instead of its usual brown, anything to make you unrecognizable from the person you were before. Sheâd even run over to your house and snuck through the back door to pack you a proper bag, finding Tom passed out on the floor while she was doing so.Â
Hours later sheâd driven you to the bus station and you were ready to start over. With a quick kiss on the cheek, she sent you off on the nearest bus and told you to call her from a payphone when you were safe. You nodded and thanked her, before settling back into the bus seat and falling asleep- content on riding until the last stop and getting as far away from your old life as possible.Â
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Got7 Imagine: Jinyoung as University / College Student
Requested by Anon
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Order from eldest to youngest member
YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW OFTEN I IMAGINE THESE 7 BOYS AS UNI/ COLLEGE STUDENTS. THANK YOU FOR YOUR REQUEST! Also, I feel like Iâd over-write for each member so Iâll put this into 7 separate posts!
Inbox / Requests are OPEN
Masterlist
University AU list:Â Mark | Jaebum | Jackson
Jinyoung:
Second/ Sophomore Year
Major in English and Korean Literature, Minor in Film Studies (Considering another minor in Theatre)
Outstanding Grades, Straight A Student
Best friends with Jaebum from Film Studies and Yugyeom from Department of Theatre and Performance Art
Known as the Prince by the females and the savage one by males. Park actor by Jackson Wang
How he commutes to campus: The public bus since he lives with his sisters and not at the university/ college dorms
Everyday outfit: Styled hair, glasses, some sort of button-up shirt (Mid or long sleeve), fitted pants or jeans, vans and or converse, sometimes leather loafers.
Class Schedule: 11am to 7pm classes. He dislikes waking up early but likes to stay late
At school a fairly large amount of time because he likes to stay in the quiet library to do his own thing until late times
During Class:
Takes his seat at the front of the halls so there are no people blocking his view to the board
Has a set of basic colored pens and has a book for notes for every single class. Sticky notes and tabs in his pencil case for extra uses.
Takes the cleanest, precise and tidy notes with beautiful penmanship
Refuses to take notes on his computer with the reason âWe write our exams so Iâm better off writing my notes as preparation.â
The student that answers difficult question the professor throws to the class
Hands in his assignment prior deadline; revises his work and submits an improved version by actual deadline
Has a few close friends in class and usually sits with them
Has the habit of pushing his glasses with his pen
Sits up straight with good posture the entire time
Arrives to class early and usually stays behind to organize notes or talks to professors about work
During Breaks:
Can be seen around the cafeteria or at the schoolâs common area with his friends (the rest of got7)
Usually, has the house pizza or burger with fries served with water or juice
If you donât see him at the cafeteria he is most likely in the library doing his work. enjoying a good book, or helping out the librarian
Sometimes during longer breaks between classes, heâd go out to the nearest CD store to look for music or goes to the cinema to watch a movie, alone
Other times heâd be talking to Jaebum about their Film Studies projects
But most of the time heâd definitely be messing with Yugyeom (Tom and Jerry Couple)
If Yugyeom and Jinyoung are not at the cafeteria, you know they are probably working on some dance for Yugyeomâs theater or performance piece
If Jinyoung and Youngjae are both not at the cafeteria, they are also probably in the music rooms composing a piano piece for Youngjaeâs classes
Very rarely, if heâs stuck on his papers, heâd go look for Markâs help
In extremely rare cases, heâd be napping with Mark under the sunlight by the grass area
During Exam Season:
Same as Mark, You will not see this boy anywhere else besides his classes, the library or at his home
Since he already has notes written from class, heâd just be reviewing themâŠâŠ A million times
He is more than prepared, but secretly worrying and stressing so SO much
Written out a detailed exam study time table and sticks to it by the dot
Dresses more comfortably for exams
T-shirt, jeans, a jacket and comfortable shoes and leaves his hair down
The student that asks for more paper in the exam hall
Finishes half an hour before time's up, checks the paper over and triple checks it again
Along the checking his answers, he also calculates his possible scores
Leaves the exam hall with his mind in peace, doesn't think about the exam once itâs over
Smiles brightly and kills the female population when he finds out he has aced all his exams
How he handles on-campus admirers:
Surprisingly for his image, he handles them pretty mischievously or savagely
If his flock of admirers gasp over him nearby the corridor, heâd pull an offended face jokingly and shake his head while continuing his way.
If heâs approached with a confession, heâd be very flattered and maybe embarrassed inside; but has a nonchalant expression on display
He would decline politely but if the guy or girl persists, be prepared to receive a roast from savage Jinyoung (He gives me the impression that he does not like anyone that wonât take a hint and back off.)
How you meet him:
You actually first meet Jinyoungâs voice before you meet him in person
You were a theater major and part of the Theater departmentâs student administration team
It was near auditioning season for the Theater department when you were having a huge creative block for your own performance work
You were working in one of the drama rooms but drifted off to dreamland midway
Not knowing how long youâve been asleep for, you woke up to an extremely soft and soothing voice
âIf god told me I had three wishes, Iâd tell him...â
You realized that whoever is rehearsing must have thought that they were alone as you were asleep and well hidden behind the long curtains in the drama room
You peeked out to see a male student sitting by the window, facing away from you
Only the light of the moon lit the dark room and gently washed over his figure as he was reciting the lines in the notebook he was holding
âFirst, Iâd give you half of my life. Then the remaining other half, to exchange for your happiness.â
âLastly, forget me, and live on.â
âPlease, shalt not shed tears for when Iâm gone.â
The modulated, yet silvery voice has struck you deeply.
They were simple, yet very cheesy lines. But, the atmosphere became bittersweet from the maleâs simple narration.
You hid behind the curtain as he sighed and stood up from the chair, proceeding to leave the room
You made sure he had left before you gently moved out from behind the curtain and proceeded to leave back to your dorm.
For many days, the narrations and the bittersweet feeling lingered in your mind
Fast forward to audition day where students are applying to the Theater department
Auditioning students were instructed to demonstrate their abilities with a short performance and the theme was âAgapeâ
âAgapeâ: A universal, unconditional love that transcends, that serves regardless of circumstances
You were sitting at the judgesâ table, bored out of your mind when the next performer came onto stage
Your brows raised as you recognize this performer.
He was the popular straight-A student/ campus prince: Park Jinyoung.
âWasnât he majoring in English? What was he doing here??â You thought
You stayed quiet as you signaled for him to begin his audition piece
Jinyoung took a deep breath and begun
âMy dear. You are my soul, filling this empty, eroded shell. Without you, this shell will cease to exist.â
âIf god told me I had three wishes, Iâd tell him...â
âI love you, Iâm sorry, and I really love you.â
âIâd give you half of my life. Then the remaining other half, to exchange for your happiness.
âLastly, please forget me, and live on.â
âPlease, shalt not shed tears for when Iâm gone.â
You instantly realize that Jinyoung was the person rehearsing from that night
An idea sparked your mind and you stood up from the judgesâ area
You slowly walked towards Jinyoung, he seemed to be slightly panicking but remained still at the center of stage
You stood in front of Jinyoung, and his eyes completely focused on you: searching for answers
âMy dear. If god told me I had a wish, Iâd tell him...â
You stopped and smiled at Jinyoung gently
âIf possible, please take my life in exchange for his.â
âEven if heâs an empty, eroded shell, Please donât take him away. Donât tear the love of my life, away from me.â
âFor my tears shall form a new ocean.â
Jinyoungâs eyes widened at your improvisation and returned a soft smile
Jinyoung took a hold of your hands and gave it a light squeeze
âThrough thick, and thin.â Jinyoung whispered.
âThrough thick, and thin.â You replied back.
The audition room erupted with applause from both auditioning students and judges
You lead Jinyoung and took a bow, before returning back to the judgesâ area
âMr. Park. Your short piece was simple yet moving. Iâd be honored to represent the Theater Department to warmly welcome you.â
You were certain that Jinyoung would be the upcoming, new prodigy of Theater Department
âThank you very much. I am flattered of your high praise.â
Jinyoung smiled warmly as he bowed, his eyes never leaving yours
And you were also certain that your creative block will soon be resolved
Coming Up: Youngjae as University/ College Student
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