#sad day for spider fans everywhere

[cephalomon]

my dream tarantula is the acanthoscurria geniculata. i probably wouldnt start with one just bc theyre quite big, known to kick hairs, and theyre very fast, but i hope one day i can get one. theyre so pretty :)

im still researching tarantulas. i know all tarantulas will be different and there is no such thing as a perfect beginner pet, but im hoping to find smth at least a little smaller than this (acanthoscurria geniculata can get up to 8 inches iirc...)

i have plenty of time to research because mom said im not allowed to get one while i live here with her :(

[speedycoffeedelight]

An Animalistic Disaster

Summery: You come across something you never expected.

(A.n: Buckle up everyone, cause this and the next chapter are going to be a little dark. I swear crack and fluff are on their way!)

Tw: Murder, details of murder,animal death and blood

CH-5 : Could this day get any worse?

You slowly walked up to the spider, examining it. The spider was also looking at you with its..mismatched eyes? Are spiders supposed to have mismatched eyes? The spider was almost as big as your plam. It had a pink heart shaped fur on its back.'Huh, that's cute..' you thought. You still weren't a big fan of spiders. Though nor did you like to kill them. "I'll...just leave you be for now I guess?" You said while awkwardly scratching your neck. You didn't want to risk getting it outside for it to jump on you. Having the cockroach jump on you was enough for one day. As long as it didn't do any funny stuff, you should be fine right?

You walked back to your chair, Keeping a cautious eye on the spider. Part of you believed looking at it intimidatingly will make it fear you and not come close. As you sat on the chair, you could almost swear the spider rolled it's eyes at your antics but you were probably just imagining it.

"Alrighty then..time to get to work!" You said to yourself. You decided to put some songs as your background music while you worked. Picking up your phone, you started the first song that came up, which was 'Inside of every demon is a rainbow' from hazbin hotel.

You found out about Hazbin Hotel about a few months ago and it has been living rent free in your head since then. Luckily enough, it's first season will air in a couple weeks and you absolutely couldn't wait to watch it. You adored the whole crew, especially alastor. You were kind of a simp for him to be completely honest. You also listened to hunicast's past hazbin hotel live streams too. They absolutely made you lose your shit from laughing sometimes and sometimes made you melt like a puddle with their flirting. You sorta could understand Ashley's pain. You were sad that you didn't find the live streams sooner.

You started to work while humming with the song. This time you had to edit some drafts about a murderer on loose that's terrorising everyone recently. His name was apparently Elias Adler. He was in 26-29 year old range. He had long blonde hair, and bags under his blue eyes. He also had a piercing on his ear. Police hasn't been able to catch him yet. But they did manage to catch one of his accomplices. They learnt about his name from there.

Unfortunately they couldn't get any other information out of him since Elias wouldn't share any personal information with them. Police suspected the guy was just a another tool for him to get what he wanted. He has committed 16 confirmed murders till now. They were able to identify the murders being done by him due to how violent the scenes were. Bloods and guts everywhere, head half separated from the torso, multiple stab wounds and more.

Police were close to catching him one time. But he slipped them, though it cost him a bullet in his left arm. He was last seen about a couple of kilometres away in a town from where you are currently. Police are searching everywhere currently to catch this man. Police promised large amounts of money if anyone could give them any clue about this man. You sighed, people could be so rotten sometimes in this world....you prayed from the bottom of your heart for this man to be caught as soon as possible.

Somewhere,a man inside a van sneezed as he was patching up his wounds. "For fucks sake, I don't need to catch cold right now" he cursed.

As you started to edit the next topic of your work. You failed to notice all the animals inside the room freaking out about the song you blasted .'How..how is this possible..' Charlie whispered as she heard her song from her recent interview come up. Never in her whole life she expected her song to be played on earth.

Others were freaking out too. Vaggie quickly flew in front of your phone to check what was going on. 'Is this us...? Why do we look so.. cartoony? This is from 'Hazbin Hotel?? How do they know what we are working with??' Vaggie screamed. 'Does that mean people are spying on us??' Niffty asked. 'But hey this could be good guys! What if we convinced them that we are actually these demons. Then she could help us figure something out right?' Charlie said with hope.

'And ya think this girl will take kindly to know that she has four demons under her roof? Hah, that's the fastest way for us to get kicked out toots' Angel snickered from the back. 'Although I hate to admit it, Angel is right about it hon.' Vaggie said flying back to Charlie. 'She would just get freaked out more. We need more time to decide what to do. Especially since somehow we are... cartoon characters on earth. She might not believe us'

Charlie looked at you humming and singing her song with delight, then back at Vaggie. 'I..suppose you're right.. let's wait to see where this goes!' Charlie said with enthusiasm. Though a part of Charlie's heart felt a bit warm seeing you liking her song so much, especially since how she was treated for the song after the interview.

You worked about 2 hours before you decided it was time to take a break. Taking a big stretch, you closed your laptop and stood up to make a cup of coffee. You let out a yelp to find out that all the animals are standing right beside your chair together, except the puppy. You didn't even notice when the spider came down and sat beside your chair. You carefully tip toed around the spider, not wanting to set it off and went to the kitchen.

After taking your coffee and spending your time doing random stuff, it was already afternoon. You decided it would be nice to go out for a walk. Also the sheep could use some fresh grass to eat from outside.

You packed some snacks in a bag and also your drawing pad in case you felt like drawing outside. Then your eyes came into contact with your pocket knife and a pepper spray in the drawer. You used to keep them just to be safe while walking around alone in town at night. You wondered if you should take them. After thinking for a bit, you shrugged, why not, better safe than sorry, even kinda in the middle of nowhere.

Wearing your bag, you picked up the puppy and called out to your ewe as you opened the door. The ewe came running after you. The moth came too and again sat on your head. You locked your door and looked at the ewe only to find the spider was sitting on its fur. You walked around for a bit and then sat on a side of a field and watched while the sheep and the puppy were running and playing with each other. A small smile came to your lips as you picked up your tab to draw a quick sketch of the adorable sight in front of you.

Suddenly a cat approached the puppy and the sheep, mewing loudly. They both stopped playing and started to listen to it. Within seconds they rushed to you. The puppy started to bite and drag your pants leg.

"Ow,hey,hey, what's going on?" You said standing up. The puppy barked at you and ran a bit ahead and stopped to look at you. You took it as a sign that it wanted you to follow something. You began to follow the puppy who was now running alongside an old looking cat. You were weirded out of your mind but decided to push it away, what if the puppy found its owner and wanted to show you. After walking through the woods for some time, both the cat and the puppy stopped in front of a large bush. The puppy started growling and the cat started hissing. The sheep which was following you stopped behind you too. It was like they all sensed some kinda danger in front of them.

Giving them a worried glance you walked in front, pushing the bush out of your way, you came across a sight you never expected to see in a million years.

There was the big deer from before. Now its body was painted with red and had a lot of wounds. In its antlers were some pink gooey looking things covered in blood that you guessed were the guts of some of the wolves that were lying in the ground right now. It looked tired and almost ready to give out at any moment. The ground around them was splattered with blood as well. There were only two wolves left standing. One of the wolves was closing in on the deer, while the other locked eyes with you and started coming your way.

You could feel your heart beat out of your chest as you clutched your bag tightly. How the hell did you fall into this situation??

(A.N: In any case you guys don't know hunicast, I highly recommend checking it out!! Especially to alastor simps, check out hunicast's alastorcast, I promise you won't regret it~)

Master list

[infernalodie]

𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐓𝐨𝐨 || 𝐙𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐚

“𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘐 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴, 𝘰𝘯 𝘎𝘰𝘥? 𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴, 𝘰𝘯 𝘎𝘰𝘥? 𝘏𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘯, 𝘸𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘮, 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘸𝘨“

Inspo: Drake - Not You Too

Pairing: Zendaya Coleman x Black!Male!reader

Summary: Trust can go a long way...

Warnings: Cheating and overall angst

Words: 1520

Not many people were able to get an insight into your life. Well, at least the public wasn’t able to. The side that wasn’t performing to millions or on interviews was only exclusive to you and only your friends/family. Because that was your personal getaway from everything that revolved around your fame. It was your safe haven. But that wasn’t surprising when your life had been exposed to the public who wanted every little detail that went on with you.

But with fame also came the fact that people were willing to do anything for a dollar. Even before the fame, you had seen friends switch up on you. Over some petty shit as well. It hurt you and created some feelings that you felt about trust that could never be reversed. And you had your own crazy leaks of your personal life go out to the public. It was something that came with the lifestyle you chose to live. One of those leaks was your girlfriend being revealed by leaked videos inside your own mansion. It blew up everywhere and no one was hesitating to cover in and put in their two sense. Of course, you whittled the person responsible and made sure he had a small handful of money before you set him off down a path where you could care less where he went.

Something about the betrayal of that type of shit irked you to your core. Although it created long-lasting trust issues with anyone that came into your life, it hurt. It was hard to describe how brutal it was whenever someone did switch up on you. But no other feeling came towards it. Especially when it was day ones that opted to betray your trust for a quick buck. And it’s gotten to a point where you only kept people from your childhood and family over friends.

Albeit, the reaction of the fans and public was mostly positive, some part of your private life was exposed. A part that you cherished dearly. Zendaya had been there almost since you first got big and before you became a superstar. Being friends for around 3 years before any dates or romantic feelings had developed. So she got to know who you were as a person; the worst and best sides of you. And she had kept you humble and grounded ever since you two shared your first kiss together.

Your family and friends loved her. She was kind to them and caring even when she didn’t need to be. One thing that you could say about her was the fact that she was %100 real with you and everything she said. It was one of the main reasons why you let her into your life in the first place. That and the fact that she had you swooned from the first moment you laid eyes on her.

But you sat at your kitchen table with your laptop open in front of you. Your eyes continued to read over an article that you had been staring at for about 10 minutes. Rereading the title over and over again and trying to wrap your head around it.

“Zendaya spotted with co-star, Tom Holland, sharing a kiss after a filming day for the new Spider-Man No Way Home.”

When your agent sent it your way, you laughed. Genuinely laughed as he had said nothing after sending the link. But as you read it and you uncovered more, that amused nature in your bones slowly fizzled down to disappointment. Not even sadness or sorrow; just disappointment. You knew that with acting came the chance that Zendaya would have to kiss someone as it is part of the story. Nothing romantic; it was part of the job. But when you saw the pictures, seeing her in his car, it changed the original intentions.

You wouldn’t say you were an impulsive person when it came to this type of stuff. Leaks, cheating, betrayal, you were a rather calm guy. But that was simply because you liked to place the weight on your shoulders. Believing you to be the problem for the outcome that may occur.

But in this case, you felt the opposite.

“Hey, baby! I’m home!” Zendaya’s voice calling into the mansion grabbed your attention. Glancing at the upload date and seeing it had been 5 hours ago. You sighed, propping your arm on the chair and ran a hand down your face.

“Dining room!” You called back in reply, resting your hand around your jaw as you stared at the article.

From the large arch doorway, Zendaya walked through with a warm smile. The one she always greeted you with when she came home. The one that you were going to dearly miss. “How’s everything? Did you get into the studio today?” She inquired, walking around the table and to you.

She pressed a kiss to your head with her hands resting on your shoulders. But when her gaze found the sight of the laptop screen, she froze. A deer in fucking headlights. Caught red-handed with no possible way out of this situation.

You looked up at her, seeing her lips parted as she gave you a brief glance before looking back at the screen. A groan uncontrollably slipped past your lips as you pushed your chair back. “Not you too.” It was a plea of disbelief at the situation. If it’d been any other girl, then you may have been calmer about it. Sure, you would be hurt, but not as hurt as finding out that out of everyone in your life, Zendayaw was the one that stabbed you in the back.

Running a hand over your head, you turned back to Zendaya and shook your head. “You've gotta be fucking with me,” you muttered as she continued to find the right words, but still nothing came from her. You cured silently, “Fuck! Not you too!”

“Y/n-” Zendaya said, taking a moment to find the right moment. “-It just happened. I-I don’t know what happened.”

“You don’t know what happened?” You repeated incredulously. “You fucking kissed him, Z! And it wasn’t for the movie! I-I don’t even know what the fuck to say at this point, honestly.”

“You were never here or available, Y/n!” She exclaimed. “You always trap yourself in that studio and make music until ungodly hours of the night! It’s like you sold your soul to the music industry and they just want to milk you dry for every bit of energy you have in your body.”

“Wait! Wait, wait, wait. How the fuck is this my fault?” You questioned, moving to the opposite side of the table. “Making music is my lively hood. That’s all I got! Don’t blame me for something you acted out on when you could’ve talked to me.”

“You are always in the studio!” She yelled, emphasizing each word as you scoffed. “I try and text you; left on read. I try and call; goes to voice mail. You don’t make time for me.”

She had a point, sorta. Yes, you weren’t as available as you wished and that was because you were working on an album. Like you had stated to her before, music was how you survived and continued to keep yourself and your family afloat. You were the only raft that could hold as many people as you had to support. She should understand that being in the high-class position she was in.

“Oh, so we’re going to go there, huh?” You barked. “How about this then; you are always filming and whenever I create free time, you’re never here. Whenever I set up a date, you tell me you’re going to have dinner with the cast. Which only makes me realize that it was likely only with Tom.”

“You know that isn’t true,” she said softly.

“I don’t?” You inquired. “Well, the fucking article and pictures say otherwise.”

You sighed, resting your hands on your sides as you could finally notice the tears rolling down Zendaya’s cheeks. As much as it saddened you to see her this way, this was her fault. All of this was because she decided to switch up. And as much as you loved her, this wasn’t something you could sweep under the rug.

Walking around the table, you came face to face with the woman. You grabbed her arms softly and clenched your jaw. “I’ve had so many people fuck me over in my life Zendaya that I can’t count them on both of my hands,” you spat. “They only ever had half of their hearts into the vision I had for me and my friends. But I’ve trusted you with everything. My heart, my mind, my soul, and you fucking betrayed me”

She let out a choked sob as she looked up at you. But you held no remorse for her and looked her up and down in disgust as you said, “ I lost you a long time ago.” Cocking your head to the side, you then asked, “How’re you feelin’ in your soul since you sold that?”

[dragonslayer-5fanfiction]

Haikyuu Headcannons 3

Osamu

Is always freezing at night, needs like five blankets

Can sleep through any noise due to living with Atsumu

Has floral bedsheets

Has a boba tea plushie that he NEVER sleeps without, even when the team goes away, he brings it with him

Has worn leggings on a dare, and found them super comfy, so sometimes when he’s alone he wears them

Love thunderstorms, especially the rolling thunder, finds it peaceful

He is a major Star Trek nerd, has seen all the movies and shows, from the very beginning

Won’t admit it, but is a good photographer

Always carries a polaroid of his S/O, either in his wallet, phone case, or hat, depends on what’s going on

Definitely has knee high high blue fuzzy onigiri socks

Also has a fuzzy Gudetama blanket that he brings with him everywhere, like his boba plush

His ears are super sensitive, to literally everything

Speaks Arabic, fluently, and sometimes slips into it when he’s arguing or passionate about something

He snorts when he laughs

He has a crazy good green thumb, not only can he grow anything, he can also revive just about any almost dead plant

He loves crime shows, he will binge them

Atsumu

Secretly a big LOTR/ Hobbit fan, like read all the books and seen all the movies

Got a fox onesie as a joke, and wears it when he’s sad

Wears glasses, but isn’t a fan of how he looks in them, so he only wears them when he’s alone, not even around ‘Samu

He loves to do diamond art

He talks to ‘Samu’s plants about literally anything and everything, he holds nothing back when talking to them. They literally know all of his secrets

He also plays classical music for them while ‘Samu is gone

He love High School Musical, he knows all the songs and dances

He loves rom-coms, particularly the cheesy ones like Holiday in Handcuffs or Love Hard on Netflix

Is scared of big dogs, he was bit when he was younger, and has a few scars on his shoulder, that he tries to hide

His feet have high arches

Wheezes when he laughs

Gets really bad hand cramps

Tries to do streams, but ends up dying and yelling more than anything

I love his wiggly feet!!!!!

Kenma

Stims a lot, even when he doesn’t realise he’s doing it

Always has his game or a silicone mochi with him because he picks his skin really bad when he gets anxious

He hates running, but honestly doesn’t mind swimming

Is a really good chess player, but doesn’t really have anyone to play with

Cats are drawn to him, but out of preference he likes hedgehogs. He has two named Mrs. Teacup and Mr. Pigglypuff, they sit with him on streams sometimes, and his fans love them

Hates the beach it’s hot and sticky and gross

He bites his lip a lot, so he always has chapstick on him

When he has a S/O, they play a game where they try to guess what flavour it is that day

Although he is a veteran gamer, when he plays horror games and a jump scare comes out, he yells and almost falls out of his seat

He also likes the calming games like Flower or Abzu

Has bought a small helicopter drone, that he uses outside, and tells Kuroo that he’s been outside. It works for about a month, before Kuroo catches on and forces him outside

Iwaizumi

Big baby, when it comes to getting hurt, always has someone kiss his ouchies better

Super straight with kids, but they seem to like him, and he can’t figure out why

Has a big book of insects

Has definitely compared all of his friends to different insects, and those are their names in his phone

Loves k-dramas

Is an absolute bear to wake up, no one wants to do it, he just grumbles at them

Is super off balance when he wakes up, and has definitely ran into doors and walls

Hates shaving, but does it anyway, so on the weekends he has a little stubble

Loves the James Bond movies, any and all of them

Math nerd, like really good at math, and somewhat enjoys it

He give me reptile pet owner vibes, or even spiders?? Idk just get the vibe

Has a fat ass, that Oikawa always hits because his hand bounces off of it, and he thinks it’s hilarious

Loves Scooby Doo, has seen them all the shows, movies, etc.

He has a rhino beetle plushie that is about the length of his torso, and LOVES that thing. His favouriteIwai

[uwuwriting]

Hawks, Dabi, Shigaraki and Aizawa w/animal crossing

Request: Hello 💖 i hope you’re having a great day! can i request headcanons for hawks, dabi, shigaraki, and aizawa with an s/o who loves playing animal crossing? like she plays it 24/7 because it helps her anxiety and stuff? thank you! 💗

With this whole quarantine thing happening, these four will be perfect with an animal crossing obsessed s/o. I hope I don’t disappoint. Love ya.💖💖💖

*post writing a/n: I kinda forgot the anxiety part I don’t mention anything. I’m sorry I forgot completely about it. So this is just an animal crossing obsessed reader.😢😢😢*

warnings: mild cursing *cough* Dabi *cough*.

 Dabi

-He has no idea what that is.

-Really doesn’t understand the hype over an island making game??

-Come on you get killed by tarantulas.

-He can do way worse than a little eight legged insect.

-This is a disgrace to murder.

-Okay in all seriousness, he really doesn’t care if you’re playing this game 24/7.

-If it makes you happy then he’s fine with it. 

-But when he tries to cuddle you and you don’t really pay attention to him, something inside him kinda breaks.

-You always want his cuddles.

-Because it’s a rare occasion when he actually wants to cuddle. 

-He becomes all pouty and sad, like a kicked puppy.

-And the fact that you still don’t notice him starts to piss him off.

- “Hey! Hey! Heyyyyyyyy!!!”

-Silence.

- “Pay attention to me dumbass! I’m way hotter than that digital shit!”

-You looked up than and came face to face with a blushing Dabi.

-He had his arms crossed across his chest and was looking at the wall, his lower lip out forming a pout.

-You chuckled and contemplated on what to do. 

-And because you are a little teasing shit yourself, decide to continue on gaming without giving him an ounce of your attention. 

-He huffed LOUDLY!

-Uncrossing his arms he lunged at you, trying to grab the switch from your hands and pushing you onto the bed in the process. 

-Your giggles could be heard in the room as he wrestled him for the switch. 

-In amazing efficiency you saved your game and turned off the gadget.

- “Jealous of some pixelated spiders?”

-You swear to god that if you hadn’t kissed him, he would’ve roasted you on the spot. 

Hawks/Keigo Takami

-He is excited to see your island.

-He even goes out of his way to buy himself a switch and a copy of the game, just to visit you. 

-He will come to your island while he’s on patrol or is bored out of his mind during a meeting. 

-He has no shame when it comes to competing with you on the best island. 

-Has no idea what he is doing most of the time and he just trails behind you while you are doing your thing. 

-After some time you figured out that he bought the console so you could go on animal crossing dates because he found it super cute. 

-He might find everything cute and adorable while he’s at work.

-But when he gets home.

-And you don’t pay much attention to him. 

-He is livid. 

-He will send you feathers to tickle your sides and distract you so you die and cuddle him.

-He will whine and pretend to die on your living room floor just to get you off the switch.

-When all his attempts fail, he will take his own switch and come to your island only to try and distract you with way too many messages and gifts.

-After you kick him out he knows that he has annoyed you enough.

-But not enough to make you close the game.

-So what does he do?

-He takes the switch and runs away.

-You have to tackle him, only for his feathers to raise the switch above your head.

-Groaning you smack his arm and whine when he denies to give it back.

-You two eventually make a deal.

-You will play for another 30 minutes and then you will cuddle him until sunrise. 

-That dumb bird.

Shigaraki Tomura 

-He joins you lol!

-The moment you two buy the game it becomes a mission to make your islands as extravagant as possible. 

-You will spend hours on end just collecting rare things and trying to get more villagers in you islands.

-He too has developed an animal crossing obsession so he really doesn’t care if you ignore me.

-That’s mainly because he ignores you as well but nevermind. 

-You two always make a fuss when you have to attend a meeting or go on a mission because your island is somehow full of tarantulas and they will obliterate everything.

-Kurogiri has to trick you in order to leave the switch.

-He mainly bargains with cookies and maybe some ice cream if he’s specifically desperate. 

-After some time of no contact you do get a little touch starved. 

-You try to cuddle Shiggy but he shrugs you off because he’s trying to get a rare gem and you’re distracting him. 

-Eventually he will notice your small pout as you play on the other side of the bed and will motion you to come closer. 

-He will place you on his lap coming chest to chest and just rest his head on your shoulder, his hands coming around your waist and grasping his switch.

-You smile and peck his cheek, bring your arms behind his back and happily linking your legs, continuing to game in your boyfriend’s lap.

-This becomes a routine.

-If he’s being honest he adores how you wrap around him and you presence relaxes him.

-Gaming hours in the LoV household are best hours. 

-Dabi and Toga probably tease him because he’s so calm. 

-Shiggy has tried to turn them to dust on multiple occasions. 

Aizawa Shouta

-He’s tired okay?

-Tired of the kids.

-Tired of the teachers.

-Tired of being tired.

-So once you bought the game and became obsessed, he took it as an opportunity to take multiple naps. 

-He will lay his head in your lap and just sleep for hours on end.

-And you wouldn’t move which was a bonus.

-He fell asleep with you gaming. 

-He woke up with you gaming.

-He was becoming kinda worried tbh, you didn’t do anything else but game. 

-So he would take you out more.

-On dates, to the grocery store, to look at cats anything really.

-He just wants you to be healthy.

-When you finally question him about his sudden urge to take you everywhere he goes, he doesn’t hesitate to express his concerns.

-You laugh it off and tell him that you’re just fine.

-That the game is just too good.

-You suggest that he try it and you explain everything to him when you get home.

-Now he’s obsessed.

-He orders a switch himself, to distract him in class.

-Kaminari and Sero beg him to come to their islands.

-He eventually complies. 

-And is rather impressed by Kaminari’s architecture skills. 

-He will show you every single new item he finds and will invite you to his island all the time.

-You two spend your evenings just killing tarantulas in his island because he always forgets to close the FRICKIN DOOR!

-When he isn’t in the mood to play he’ll just cuddle you and eventually fell asleep. 

-All in all he is living in pure bliss.

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[leejeongz]

treasure as dads

requested: yes, by anon

🔅i’m only gonna do the legal line for this bc aging up doesn’t really sit right with me anyway nvm when they’re currently minors, i hope you understand!🔅

🪐hyunsuk:

he wants as many kids as possible and he is gonna love them all equally 🥺 but you settle for 2, 2 boys. honestly, they idolise him, but he doesn’t realise it/he doesn’t want to acknowledge it. he plays with them and teaches them lots of things and helps them with their homework when he can. he feels really upset when he has to leave for another country for work but makes sure that he calls every night to talk to you and them. he likes to treat you and the boys to fancy holidays and expensive clothes when he can.

any time he can spend with the boys he cherishes, but he also appreciates just standing back and watching you show off your natural parenting skills too. it really makes him happy to see his little family with all the love in the world being thrown around without even realising. you best believe he’s taking lots of pictures, constantly, of him and the boys or you or anything that he can look back on and remember how amazing that time was.

🌸jihoon:

he’s the parent that your daughter is scared of the most and the one that she will do anything for because of that. he’s super protective over the two of you and hates when fans get a little too invested in your lives. he also hates when your daughter starts dating but you make sure that he doesn’t do anything too drastic. he’s the “leader of the pack” and is definitely in charge at home, whatever he says goes (most of the time lmao he knows his place and he knows you’re always right). it’s all out of love though of course, he just wants the best for her and for you.

he HIGHKEY enjoys parents' evenings and getting to roast your daughter's teacher, even though she always thinks it’s embarrassing and he really is super proud of her development and her learning. he genuinely is interested in everything they say but it always comes to the argument that school and grades aren’t everything and he always tells her that it’s okay if she fails because she tried her best.

⚡️yoshi:

you have one daughter who looks up to her dad a lot. she enjoys spending time with him because yoshi likes to teach her things and likes to share lots of memories with her. yoshi really wants to give her the best childhood, with the most supportive family and set of family friends behind her. he would constantly talk to her and ensure everything was okay, they would be super close and their bond would be inseparable. he genuinely wants the best for her and it shows through everything he does for/with her. he wants to create the perfect family with you, and that’s exactly what he’s done.

he cannot WAIT to introduce your daughter to art and fashion and everything of that nature. he likes to sit painting with them, even if the end result is a brown piece of soggy paper and a headache, it’s still quality time that he and your daughter have spent together. he’s the type of parent to be happy whatever his child does, knowing that their happy is much more important than knowing she’s making money. he hopes that she knows that too, and that she shouldn’t feel pressured to do things just to make him happy, because he’ll always be happy with whatever she’s doing.

🌟junkyu:

it’s twins! 1 boy, 1 girl and junkyu could not be happier. he loves to play around with them and make your life HELL, making a mess everywhere, pulling pranks, even encouraging sassy but sweet behaviour. everything his children do receives a massive “awww” from junkyu, even when they’re doing something really mischievous. he tries his best to be stern with them at times when it’s necessary, but he really struggles with it when they start acting super cute, he’s very forgiving at that moment.

games nights are the nights that he looks forward to the most and asks almost every night do they want to play (of course they’re gonna say yes). even when they grow up a bit, although their love for games may have dwindled, his definitely hasn’t. he thinks they’re so fun to play with and to watch everyone getting along 🥺 he wishes the moment would never end. may also start adding “loser has to…” punishments when they get older and lose purposely just so that they laugh at him.

☀️mashiho:

he’s the type of dad that you also have to treat as your own child. of course there’s boundaries but he’s basically your 5th kid. you have 2 daughters and a son and a pet who you both cherish. he loves watching them grow up with the love of his life and he tells you every day that you’ve made all of his dreams come true. he plays with the children a lot and enjoys being in their company a lot so he really would do anything for them, even if it made him look silly. he cannot hold back his cute outbursts when they hold his hand, it’s his only “flaw”.

as much as he HATES all the spookiness around this time of year, he loves taking the kids trick or treating. he dresses up with them and dresses the dog up too and goes around the neighbourhood with the kids. he also likes to decorate your own house with spooky decorations because he secretly enjoys when they pull their silly pranks on him with the fake spiders and candy eyeballs.

❄️jaehyuk:

from the moment your son is born, jaehyuk becomes the father figure he’s always dreamed of being. he is careful not to let anything come before his family, not work, not friendship, it’s just you, him and your boy 🥺. he can be the stern parent and he can be the nice friendly parent, but he will always be the cool parent who takes him to school in some flashy car. he loves surprising your son with cute little stuffed toys or new clothes and likes to stand and watch over him with you while your son opens them. he’s really proud of who/what you two have created and brought up, it makes him super teary to think about.

he LOVES taking you and your son to the zoo. he really wants him to be animal lover and he wants him to get to see them all. he loves holding his hand while you walk around the grounds and lifting him up to get a better view. he even pays more to let him feed the animals 😭. it’s an educational trip that’s still fun so he thinks it’s the perfect place to take him to.

🌷asahi:

he is an embarrassing dad for sure. you have one daughter and one son together and he makes them both never want to leave the house with him. he will drag them to sing at karaoke, even when they’re young and he will dress up in silly outfits and be like “time to go to the park” while he’s dressed like that. he just wants to make them smile and he knows they secretly find it really funny, he would never actually do anything they felt uncomfortable with. he was pretty worried about becoming a dad but because you were there with him, he could act naturally and without fear.

he really likes whenever he gets the chance to tuck your little ones into bed. since he’s working a lot, it’s a rare opportunity and so he really makes the most of it. he’ll read them a story and when they beg for another, he can never say no. and then he gives them a sweet, gentle kiss on their foreheads before heading out and turning off the light. he thinks about how much fun he’s had with them all day and how cute they look finally getting the rest they need for tomorrow.

🍄yedam:

another embarrassing dad! you are blessed with two children, one boy and one girl, both of which are definitely very embarrassed by their dad. he likes to joke around with them a lot and keeps them both on their toes. but in reality, it’s just a facade to make sure they’re having fun and growing up without sadness. he couldn’t bare to see them down in the dumps, bad days were something that were rare in your household. your kids are both in awe of what their parents have achieved and are both very eager to tell their friends of their successes. you both are their heroes.

his favourite moments with his kids are when he gets to take them (and you) out to look at the stars. he takes you all out in the car in the evening and drives for miles into the middle of nowhere just to let you watch the stars. not only does this give him a chance to appear as the same romantic boyfriend he was before the kids, but also gives him chance to watch your kids appreciating the small but most beautiful, natural things.

[jimines]

get to know me tag! 

tagged by @kithtaehyung​ 

tagging @balenciaguks @jihopes @rosebowl @userjiminie @koolabjamun @kimtaegis @jiminswn @vjimin​ (feel free to ignore this tho)

sorry this took me a minute to get to asdfghjkl my energy was just nOT there LMAO

when is your birthday? January 29th😌

what is your favourite colour?  i’m not sure i really have one, i know i definitely enjoy black and other dark colours

what’s your lucky number?  i’m pretty sure this changes every time but rn 23 is screaming at me

do you have any pets? a dog and a cat

how tall are you?  either 6ft or taller i’m not even 100% sure

how many pairs of shoes do you own? i have my slides and two pairs of converse lmao

favourite song?  will always be between ‘serendipity’ and ‘your eyes tell’ if we’re talking about bts songs, non-bts i’d have to say ‘i think i’m okay’ or ‘why are you here’ both by machine gun kelly

favourite movie?  ahhh i don’t really have a favourite i don’t think, i’m not much of a movie watcher either tbh

what would be your ideal partner?  LMAO nobody, not even an exaggeration, never wanted a relationship and never will :3

do you want children?  nooooooo, never in a million years 

have you gotten in trouble with the law? uhhh i was a shit kid so like i got arrested a few times bAH but recently? nah.

what colour socks are you wearing?  one red and one white LOL

bath or shower?  BAH i’m too tall for bathtubs so shower 🙃

favourite type of music? my taste in music is just an absolute shit show, the most prominent ones are hiphop, rap and sad songs about depression LMAO

how many pillows do you sleep with? i think three, maybe four? but usually wake up with only two bc i like to throw them on the floor in my sleep gkjhldgsdfgdf

which position do you sleep in? depends on how bad my back is feeling lol, sometimes on my back and other times on my side with a body pillow

what don’t you like when you’re sleeping?  noise that isn’t my tv or fan lmao🙃

what do you have for breakfast? nothing BAH i honestly just eat dinner and that’s it

have you ever tried archery?  asdfghjkl i slayed that shit in school

favourite fruit? strawberries or pineapple

favourite swear word? one i’m not comfy typing BAH gotta keep it somewhat pg

do you have any scars? i was a wild child so i have one on my foot, one on my elbow, one on my skull, a bunch of small ones on my hand, and some small ones on my knees as well LMAO

are you a good liar?  see i can lie but i cant keep it up for more than a few days before i start to feel guilty and inevitably come clean

what’s your personality type? i just had to do a quiz to figure this out LOL but it’s ISTP-T

what’s your favourite type of girl? one that isn’t a basic fake bitch kdsjglhsdjhfgh

left or right handed? right

favourite food? always thinking about sushi😌

are you clean or messy? depends, my bedroom is a damn mess but everywhere else in the house i keep pretty clean lol

favourite foreign food? ouuu i don’t even know i just like all food and i stan sushi that’s all i know

how long does it take you to get ready? depends on where i’m going and whether or not makeup is needed LOL

most used phrase?  uhhhh so me and all my sad, depressed friends say we want to die a lottttt usually with no context or anything and at least 10 times a day so yeah there’s that

are you a good singer? NOOOOOOPE. thank you vape addiction for ruining my chances skadljghsdg😂

do you sing to yourself?  yep and i’m so sorry to my roommates that have to hear me sometimes

biggest fear?  spiders and people LOL

do you like long or short hair? long sgjhldghd my hair is so dead though it’s never growing passed my lower back and i’m big sad about that bc i want it l o n g e r🙃

are you into gossip?  as long as it doesn’t involve me, i love a good tea spill kekeke

extrovert or introvert? introverted as hell until we become friends and then i’m just chaotic and stUPID idk

favourite school subject? biologyyyyy

what makes you nervous? i’m always nervous wym

who was your first real crush? definitely not harry styles in 2010 wymm😭 (i can’t remember anyone before then LOL)

how many piercings do you have? just my ears and my nose, covid ruined so many of my plans

how fast can you run? bro i don’t run, i don’t even go outside if i can help it ksfjghkdslfgj

what makes you angry? close-minded people and those that discriminate others

do you like your own name? ew no i cringe every time someone says my name to me dskljhgkjdfs

what are your weaknesses? i could sit here and write a million things so i’m just gonna say my anxiety and my adhd bc both of them make my life a lot more complicated askjhgldfshg

what are your strengths? idk i’ve been told i’m a good listener and trustworthy? lmao 

what is the colour of your bedspread? white, black and cream

colour of your room? pastel blue

[etoileholland]

I’m not half the man I used to be

Pairing: Tom x female reader

Warnings: alcohol and drinking, a wee bit of angst with a fluffy ending 

Word count: 4.4k 

Summary: in the span of two years, you and Tom went from being inseparable, to him being someone you heavily detested. What happens when one drunken night rolls around and he wants to reconcile? 

A/N: this is a piece that I wrote for @spider-pxrkers​ writing challenge, which is the first ever one I’ve participated in! The flashbacks are in « » and the writing prompt I used, which is “say something, please, say anything” is bolded and italicised.

(gif not mine, all credit goes to its respective owner)

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“Listen, I know I haven’t been the best, b-but I need you. More than ever.” He slurred into the phone, while you just sighed on the other end.

Tom was right in the middle of going through his very public heartbreak, which ultimately resulted in him frequenting a lot of pubs. He usually went alone, but the paparazzi photos proved that someone always had to come and rescue him. His usual saviour was Harrison, but tonight it would be you who would be called to save him.

He was right though, he hadn’t been the best to you. You two had a long history, and it was quite messy.

Two years had passed since you’ve spoken to him, and you knew he was only calling you because he needed the attention.

Two years prior to hating Tom, you were in love with him. You remember the fallout, all too well.

« You and Tom had spent the whole day together at his trailer, on his day off from filming. You were cuddled up watching a movie together, your chest touching his back, his arm around your waist. 

You two were more than friends, but when the public asked about the both of you, he always shrugged it off as a friendship. You both knew that he wasn’t exactly telling the truth, but it was for the best so that you could still keep some anonymity.  

As the both of you lay there perfectly content, he heard a knocking at his trailer door. He didn’t bother to get up, ignoring whoever was on the other side of the door. 

“It’s probably just Harrison, he’ll get the hint soon enough.” He remarked. 

The knocks on the door became a bit more frequent and urgent. You looked up at Tom, wondering if he was gonna do something. Before you could say anything, a voice from outside said, “Tommy, are you there?” 

It was a voice you had recognized instantly; it was of his costar, who was acting alongside him in the film.

“Baby, it’s cold out here, please let me in.” She said. 

“Baby?” You asked, watching his face contort into a frown. He ignored your comment, quickly untangling himself from you as he went to open the door. She quickly wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him into a kiss. You sat there, confused, the shock written all over your face. 

Sure, she and Tom were friends, and you knew they were close, but he didn’t let you in on a pertinent piece of information--that they were actually dating. It was something that you had suspected, but he always seemed to reassure you that he was yours and yours only. Now, you realised that was untrue. 

As they pulled away from their long kiss, Tom turned around to look at you. He looked guilty, but she stood there with a slight smirk on her face. 

“Tommy, I’m guessing you didn’t break the news to her that we were dating.” She cooed, as she wrapped her arm around his. 

“I guess not.” He said in a hushed voice. 

“Right, well I gotta go.” You jumped up from the couch, as you scrambled to find your phone so you could bolt out of there. 

“Wait, I can explain.” Tom pleaded, but you stormed past the both of them and swiftly walked away from the trailer. 

“Hold on one second.” He told his girlfriend, leaving her alone in his trailer so he could follow after you. 

It was pitch black outside, and if it weren’t for your white sneakers he wouldn’t have been able to see you at all. He ran in an effort to catch up with you, the cold wind cutting right through him. It nipped at his cheeks, and he quickly regretted not grabbing a jacket before heading out. 

“Will you please let me explain?” He asked, trailing you. You sped up and nearly began to sprint when you felt a tug on your wrist. The jolt stopped you in your tracks, leaving you no choice but to confront Tom. 

“What is there to explain, huh? The fact that you’ve been leading me on and then decide to date someone else behind my back? I mean c’mon, that hurts.” 

He stood there, silent, unsure of what to say. You were right though, once it was said out loud, it did seem pretty hurtful. 

“Well what was I supposed to do? All this time I’ve been trying to protect your identity, which is what you wanted after all. I like her, and I can actually go public with her and it won’t matter.”

“Bastard.” You said through clenched teeth. 

“That wasn’t the way I meant to word it.” He exhaled, watching the way his cold breath swirled around the night air. “That was uncalled for. I should’ve told you that I was dating her, but I didn’t know how to bring it up.” He admitted, as he looked over at you. You let out a sigh, the air behind exhaled from your lungs visible against the night sky. You didn’t say anything, and he knew you well enough to know that meant you wanted an explanation after all. 

“I should’ve told you that I was with her, but I didn’t want to ruin what I have with you. I love being around you; you make me so happy, but I just didn’t want to put you through the tribulations of dating me.” He paused for a second to look you in the eyes, but you averted his gaze. He took another cold breath in and continued. 

“I know my life isn’t easy and I don’t want you to have to deal with that. You don’t need the paps following you at all times, and you definitely don’t need fans stalking you and your social media. I guess I was trying to do you a favour but now it doesn’t seem like much of one.”

“Yeah it definitely wasn’t much of a favour.” You choked out, as you wiped away a warm tear from your cheek. 

“I’m sorry. It’s just that she understands my life, you know? We run in the same circles, so she’s used to the chaos and whatnot. I don’t want to put you through that misery as well. For you, it’s a choice to not have your privacy invaded, whereas for me it’s part of the job. I was just trying to protect you, sorry.” He took a step closer to you, cupping your cheeks with his hands. 

“I love you, so much. So much in fact that I don’t want to ruin your life.” He let go of your face, and stuffed his frostbitten hands in his pockets. 

“And that’s why I have to leave.” He turned on his heel, a slump in his step as he walked away from you. He didn’t turn back as he walked back towards his trailer, head hung low. 

You watched him walk away, unsure of how to react. You stood outside long enough to watch him open his trailer door and slam it shut, wincing as it closed. 

You turned around, walking off the lot and back to your car. You huffed as you noticed the frost coating the windscreen, shivering as you struggled to open your car door. Sticking the key into the ignition, you waited for the engine to warm up so that you could leave and never come back. A few minutes later, you drove home, hoping to never see Tom again. 

But a few weeks later, you had seen it all over the news. 

“Stay calm everyone- Tom Holland is in a relationship.” TMZ buzzed.

“Okay I know a lot of girls are going to be sad but Tom Holland is in a relationship with his costar.” Entertainment Tonight boasted.

You couldn’t stand it. When you went to the market, his face was plastered everywhere on the magazine covers. The covers varied from “Tom’s new girl?” “Alert! Tom Holland’s no longer single?”, and “Who is this mystery girl that has stolen T. Holland’s heart?”

It was sickening. You hadn’t heard from him since, which left you no choice but to move on. It was difficult when he was everywhere though, from the TV to the movies to the magazines. Even though he was out of your life, he was still lurking around.

But now, time healed that wound, and seeing his face plastered everywhere didn’t evoke any emotions from you. Two years had since passed since that incident, and you had taken the opportunity to better yourself. You finished your degree, learned a few languages and took better care of your health. You were new and improved.

Not long after you had finally gotten over him, it came out in the news that Tom had proposed to her, but apparently she turned him down. Ouch. She mentioned it in an interview with Extra, and it didn’t come as a shock as she announced she was no longer with Tom, and had quickly moved on to an Italian male model.

You had felt really bad for Tom. Sure, you two weren’t together, and he hadn’t contacted you in years, but you still loved him, and cared about him.

You had watched his descent from grace, as he was spotted at more and more pubs, having attended less and less charity events.

“Tom Holland drinks away his sorrows over his painful breakup” was splattered all over the news outlets. His reputation was currently not great, as the photos showed Harrison helping Tom stumble out of the bars and into an Uber.

So it wasn’t really shocking that he had called you. »

You snapped back out of your thoughts as you heard him beg and begin to sob. You really did feel bad for him, except you didn’t really know what to do. You wanted to help him, but he did leave you so long ago, you were torn to say the least.

“P-please, I p-promise that I’ll b-be better, I just need you.” He whispered the last part, and your heart sank.

You let out a long exhale, taking a second to think about your decision. “Okay, where are you at?” You asked, and he let out a sniffle.

“I-I don’t know, I just walked around looking for a bar and I f-found this one.”

“I’ll need you to be a bit more specific, can you ask the bartender where you are?”

“H-hold on.” He held the phone away from his ear, and you heard a faint discussion in the distance. 

“Darling, I’m at t-the Dragon Lounge, in midtown.” He said, and you wrote it down so you could put it into maps.

“Okay, stay there Tommy, don’t leave.” 

“I miss you calling me ‘Tommy’, and I miss you.” He slurred, but you acted like you didn’t hear that part.

“Right, okay. See you soon.” You quickly hung up the phone as you went to go rescue him.

The Dragon Lounge was a twenty minute drive from your apartment, but since it was so late it only took about fifteen. You found a parking spot right out front, locking your car and walking through the large glass doors. It was nearly vacant inside, so it wasn't hard to find Tom, slumped over the bar with his head resting on his hands.

You walked over and tapped him on the shoulder, and he lifted his head slightly.

“Darling, I’m sorry and I miss you.” He pleaded, but you were taken aback by how terrible he looked. His eyes were bloodshot, his clothes were wrinkled, his hair was a mess, and he hadn’t shaved in maybe a few days, or maybe even a week. To put it lightly, he looked disheveled.

“Oh thank god you finally came, this guy is a mess.” The bartender said in a heavy Irish accent. “He tried to out drink the other Irish gentleman over there, poor boy’s sloshed. He only had two pints of stout but he was already down for the count.” He remarked, while cleaning the cups that Tom just drank out of.

“Well, thank you for watching over him, I guess.” You responded, grabbing Tom’s waist and helping him get up. It was all dead weight, and he wasn’t helping by trying to kiss your cheek every second he had.

“Alright well be safe you two, I don’t want to see him back for a while, he’s been frequenting the joint for the past week.”

“For the past week? He said he just found this place.” You questioned while the bartender shook his head.

“Oh no, he’s definitely been here every night since last Thursday.” He looked over at you and noticed the deep frown on your face. 

“Like I said, the poor kid needs help. Maybe check him into rehab.” The Irishman retorted as he gave you a little wave.

Maybe he should go there, you thought. 

You pondered the idea as you helped Tom stumble out of the back door of the lounge. You found your car and helped Tom get inside, and you even made sure to buckle him in, as if he was a little child.

The drive home was silent, and Tom had fallen asleep. His head rested on the window and he was snoring slightly. Any other time this would have been adorable, and would have made your heart swell. Now, you detested him.

You pulled up to your house and helped Tom get out of the car. You thought about leaving him in the car, but it’s the middle of winter and he would freeze to death. With his arm around your shoulders, you helped lead him to the front door, unlocking it as you were met with the warm air from the heater.

Tom let go of you as he stumbled to the couch and plopped down, nearly hitting his head on the armrest. You covered him in the throw blanket that was draped over the couch, and you made sure he was laying on his side so he wouldn’t choke. He tried to sit up, but failed as he plopped back down into the couch.

It really did pain you to see him this miserable and haggard. The light in his eyes was gone which was replaced by a dull, red look. His face was slightly swollen from constantly being drunk and his mouth was in a perpetual frown.

“I’ll be right back Tom, okay? You stay here while I get you some water.” You tried to move away from the couch but Tom had grabbed onto your hand.

“Please don’t go.” He whispered, barely audible.

“I’m just going to go to the kitchen, I’ll be back in a second.” You said as he nodded, letting go of your hand as you made your way to the kitchen. You filled up a glass of water and made him a cup of instant coffee, so that his hangover won’t be as excruciating.

You walked back over to Tom, who was holding his head as he sobbed. You saw that he was holding onto a picture frame that you had on your coffee table. You recognised it as an old photo of you two from when you went on a vacation to Paris together. It was a surprise birthday trip that Tom planned, and he had just taken you to see the Eiffel Tower. 

You smiled as you remembered how lovely that day was, but it was quickly replaced with a bittersweet feeling when you realised that the boy you loved then, in the photo, is different than the boy sitting in front of you.

You shook your head slightly to get the memory out of your head, as you set the cups down onto the coffee table. Tom looked up at you with teary eyes, and sniffled before muttering a little “thank you”.

“You’re welcome. Drink the coffee and the water and go to sleep. I’m going to bed now, so goodnight.” You said, making your way to the bedroom. You had babied him enough and it was nearly 1:30am, so you didn’t want to wait up to make sure he was asleep.

About thirty minutes had passed, but you couldn’t sleep. You were worried about Tom, and the worry was keeping you up. A few minutes later, you heard him rinsing out the cups in the kitchen, setting them on the counter before shuffling back to the living room. You wanted to check in on him, but decided that he’s probably okay.

It wasn't long before you heard footsteps approaching your bedroom, and you looked up to see Tom standing in the doorway. The coffee seemed to have sobered him up, as he was standing without swaying.

“Do you think we can talk? I can’t sleep.” He asked quietly, as if not to disturb you.

“I think tomorrow, erm, later today would be better, Tom. It’s 2am.” You said as you covered yourself up in your blankets, trying to hint to him that you don’t want to talk.

“Please? Just for a bit?” He pleaded, “It’ll be really short, I promise.”

“Okay fine, come here then.” You motioned for him to sit down next to you, and he did. “You have five minutes, so use them wisely.”

He took a deep breath before speaking. He looked over at you and hesitated, while you just stared at him with furrowed brows. He knew you didn’t love him anymore; it was evident in the way you treated him, and the way you looked at him with disdain in your eyes. He knew he blew it, but he was hoping he could fix things. He was determined to.

“God, well, where do I even begin? I’m sorry for being a jerk, and I’m sorry for choosing her over you. I made the wrong decision that night, and there’s not a day that goes by where I don’t regret it. I’m still madly in love with you, and I always will be. She didn’t make me happy, not a bit. You did, and still do. I know that you’ll probably never forgive me, and maybe I deserve that, but I just wanted you to know that I still care.” 

He glanced over at you, pausing before continuing. 

“Do you know why she broke up with me? She knew I was still in love with you, and that it wasn’t fair to her to have my heart taken by someone else. That, and I also moaned your name multiple times during sex on many different occasions.” He grimaced, and you broke out into an awkward laughter. 

“Yikes.”

“Yeah, ‘yikes’ indeed.” He laughed. “Anyway she left me, and it was the best decision for the both of us. But the reason I started to go to bars and drinking until I passed out was because I was trying to drown out the thoughts of you. It didn’t work obviously, I could never forget you. I wish I knew what to say other than sorry, but I’m sorry.” He looked down at his clasped hands in his lap, and added, “I would say more but I think my five minutes are up.” 

You sat there, unable to formulate a cohesive thought. All of the words that you were dying to hear have been said, but you didn’t know how to feel. It seemed genuine and sincere, but what if he doesn’t actually mean it? He’s still drunk after all, and he knows that you’re someone who easily forgives, so what if he’s taking advantage of you? 

“Say something, please, say anything.” He pleaded, but you sat there silent. After a minute of silence, you said, “I think you should leave.” 

He got up from the edge of the bed, sighing before walking to the doorway.

“Right, well, um goodnight, and thank you for everything. I don’t deserve you.” He paused again, wanting to give you a minute to process what he just said.

“Oh, je ne veux pas vivre sans toi. I still remember us saying that all the time, and it still holds true. I do not want to live without you.” Tom gave you a small smile before proceeding to go back into the living room.

You sat there speechless, unsure of what to say or do. That phrase replayed repeatedly in your mind as you tried to go to sleep, but you tried to block it out. It worked for a bit, and you managed to get a few hours of sleep, but then you awoke in a panicked state. 

Your mind replayed the memory in your mind, and it was torturing you. He knew how important that phrase was to you both, and it seemed like lifetimes ago when you had last heard that phrase, which was when he took you on holiday for your birthday to Paris. 

« Over two years ago, Tom had surprised you to a trip to Paris for your birthday, a destination that he knew you were dying to see. The night of your birthday, he took you to the top of the illuminated Eiffel Tower. The view of Paris at night was breathtaking, and as you stood there with the love of your life, you knew there was nothing more you’d ever want.

“I have something for you.” He said eagerly as he held onto you from behind. He let go to pull a nicely wrapped box out of his coat pocket, and handed it to you. 

“Tom,” you gasped, “you shouldn’t have. I thought the trip was my gift.” You said, but he nodded his head no. 

“Nope, but now please open it.” He insisted and you did as you were told. You unwrapped the box and saw that it was from Cartier. 

“Tom this is too expensive, I can’t accept it.” You tried to give the box back to him but he pushed it back to you.

“You haven’t even opened it yet, you don’t even know what’s inside!” He exclaimed as you rolled your eyes.

You opened the box and saw two thin gold cuff bracelets. After picking one up and admiring it for a second, you saw that there was an inscription on it inside. It read “je ne veux pas vivre sans toi.” You felt your eyes prick with tears, and Tom smiled as he wiped a tear away. 

“Well, what does it translate to darling?” He asked as he held onto your waist. 

“I don’t want to live without you.” You whispered back to him, smiling as he pulled you close to him. 

“I still don’t understand though, why are there two of them?” You asked against his chest, and he pulled away. Tom reached into the box and grabbed one, grinning as he put it on his wrist. 

“It’s for me to wear, so that we both know that we can’t live without each other.” He was crying too, and you wrapped your arms around his neck and held onto him, never wanting this night to end. »

You looked over at your phone on the nightstand near your bed to see what time it was, but you noticed a bracelet and a note that wasn’t there earlier. You picked up the bracelet and noticed that it was the Cartier cuff bracelet, but yours was buried in your junk drawer. Realizing that it was his, you saw a handwritten note underneath it, which read: 

“I meant it when I said that in Paris, I love you and I don’t want to live without you.”

-Tom xx

You let out a sob as you clutched his bracelet, realising that he really did care about you, even after all this time. 

You jumped out of bed and walked into the living room. Tom was snuggled up in a blanket, and his arm was hanging over the edge of the couch. His curls were in his face, and he looked peaceful. It was a stark difference from when you saw him earlier at the bar, but now he looks more like the old Tom, the one you had fallen in love with so long ago.

Carefully, in hopes of not waking him up, you put the bracelet on his arm that was hanging over the couch, but he began to stir a bit.

“Hmm, love? Is that you or Tessa?” He asked as you let a small laugh.

“It’s me.” You smiled as Tom sat up to look at you.

He grinned from ear to ear as he realised that you really were standing in front of him. 

You sat down next to him on the couch, staring at the ground. 

“Look,” you hesitated, “I appreciate the sentiment and all, but I’m still not sure if I can forgive you so easily. I mean, I’ve been hoping and praying that you would come back into my life and say all of these things I’ve been dying to hear you say, but now, it just doesn’t feel right. Especially since we haven’t spoken since, and I never did receive an apology from you or anything, until now. Why did you wait so long anyway?” You asked, watching as he thought of his response. 

“I was a coward, that’s why. I didn’t think you’d ever want me back in your life anyways. When I asked people about how you were doing, they said you were thriving, and I didn’t want to interfere with that.”

“Wait, you asked about me?” You inquired, cutting him off. 

“Of course, quite often actually.” He admitted. He half smiled and you half smiled back at him. “I didn’t deserve someone as amazing as you then, but I promise I’m going to change. For you, of course, I want to be a better man for you and you alone. I promise that on my life.” He smiled as a tear formed in his eyes. “I just want to regain your trust.” 

Your eyes scanned his face, seeing if there was any indication of him lying, but you knew the words were genuine. 

“Okay.” You said.

“Okay?” He questioned, a tinge of happiness laced in his voice. 

“I’m willing to give you another chance, but we obviously have a lot to work on. However, I’m willing to allow you to regain my trust and try to make this work.” 

He grinned, watching as you smiled softly back at him. “Love, I want to be better for you. I promise, whole heartedly. I promise I’ll protect you and never leave you, and I also promise that I won’t break your heart again.” He vowed, the corners of his eyes welling up with tears. 

You grabbed his hand, him grabbing it back while he gently rubbed the top of your hand with his thumb. 

“You better not.” You tearily laughed, watching his face break out into a smile. 

“I won’t, I promise.”

And he kept his promise. It took some time to regain his trust, but he had shown that he could be faithful. Your relationship was smooth and happy since that night, and you had learned to accept his hectic life, fame and all. He was always besides you, checking and making sure that you were always alright.

Exactly two years later, down to the very date that you two reconciled, you and Tom got married right at the top of the Eiffel Tower, exactly where he had first told you that he couldn’t live without you. Now, he never would have to. 

mes petits anges (taglist): @scarletxwidow @sunflowerhollands @fangirlwithasweettooth @taciturnspidey @musicalkeys @harrysleftchelseaboot @quaksonhehe @halfblood-princess-505

[il0veyoujk]

The secret is out.

Summary: Nefeli (14) has a secret tickle blog on Tumblr and her brother, Hoseok, finds out about it...

Warnings: None

Notes: None

This is a tickle related ff, if you are not interested in it, please keep scrolling

Lots of love Nef 💕

I think everyone has their little secrets. Especially from their siblings. Like Nefeli had from her brother, Hoseok. The teenage girl had a tiny miny guilty pleasure, she loved tickling. And that had to be kept as a secret. But she had a bigger one. Nefeli had a blog on Tumblr where she was writing fanfics about tickling, where the members of Got7 were tickling the reader. It wasn’t a huge one, but she loved it. However, this had to be kept as a secret. No one knew about it and no one would ever know about it!

Nefeli was currently lying on her bed in the hotel she was staying with her brother and his bandmates. Being a brother of a super idol sometimes sucks. You have to follow him to every tour he was going and deal with all the crazy fans. But now the tour was over and the boys plus the 14-year-old girl were just having their holidays.

And after a long day, Nefeli had finally the opportunity to relax. They had gone to museums, restaurants, monuments, everywhere. They had walked too much and they had eaten whatever they could, so they were all too tired.

Hoseok, was with the boys in Yoongi’s and Taehyung’s room, playing video games, while Nefeli was alone in her room, writing a new fanfic with Mark and the reader.

She was lying on her stomach on the bed, swinging her barefoot legs back and forth. She was too concentrate on what she was doing to notice her brother was finally back, right behind her and reading what she was writing, with a huge grin on his face.

“What are you doing?!” he playfully yelled behind her, scribbling on her feet fastly, taking her by surprise.

“AAAAHAHAHAHA NAHAHAHA!” she screamed and fell into fits of hysterics and started kicking dangerously fast as her feet were being tortured. “HAHAHAHSEOHAHAHAK!” she yelled and he let her go.

She was lying there, panting and rubbing her feet with each other, trying to get the ghost tickles to vanish. “Youhouhouhou are mehehean” she giggled and rolled onto her back to have a better look at her brother, who was giggling along with Nefeli.

Hoseok was tickling Nefeli since... well, since forever. He is her brother after all. He knows all her sweet spots and can drive her crazy in a matter of seconds. However, he also knows that Nefeli secretly enjoys that. Truly much. Nefeli never says ‘stop’ when Hoseok is tickling her, only when she is reaching her breaking point.

His eyes fell again on her laptop screen, reading the fanfic she was writing once again and smirking hugely. The teenage girl spotted what her brother was doing and shut the screen fastly.

“What are you writing there, sunshine?” Hoseok asked as he took a seat on the bed next to his sister.

“N-Nothing Hobi, really, it’s nothing” she stuttered.

The young lad rose an eyebrow “Neffie are you lying to me?” he asked and Nef shook her head too fast to convince her brother. But she didn’t do much. “No! I am telling the truth!”

“Hm,” Hoseok murmured under his breath and jumped onto his sister, sitting on her hips. Classic way to get her to admit everything.

“Noooo, I swear! Lemme go! I didn’t do anything!” Nefeli tried to escape the upcoming torture, but it was useless. He was way too taller and older than her, nothing could save her.

But lemme tell you, Nefeli is truly stubborn when she wants. And if she wants to keep a secret, nothing can make her spit it out like that. They have to make a lot of efforts to make her speak. And there was no way she was gonna admit she loves tickling and that she writes stories about it

But let’s not forget he is her brother. He knows her since she was born and has lived his entire life with her. He knows her buttons than Nefeli herself.

Hoseok grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head, with no difficulties at all, still smirking “Last change Neffie, tell me or the tickle monster is gonna get ya” he sang and started wiggling his fingers right above her bare armpit, making them look like claws.

Nefeli started giggling and trying to squirm away “Nohohohoooooo, I didn’t do anything! I was just scrolling through Wattpaaahahahad!” she lied and tried to pull her arms down, but without avail. She was trapped under Hoseok and his wiggling fingers, which were ready to attack her.

“Okay, you are asking for it,” he said as he launched his hand on her armpit, clawing on them fastly.

She burst into loud fits of laughter, thrashing around on the bed, trying to pull her arms down like a madman, but she couldn’t. Hoseok had an iron grip on her wrists.

“Aw you are so cute when you laugh Neffie” he smiled and nuzzled her cheek with his nose, which was ticklish as well. “Do you have to tell me something now?”

“NAHAHAHAHA HAHAHABIHIHIHAHAHAHA!” she laughed loudly as she felt the fingers scribbling and pinching her armpits and hollows without mercy.

It was like tiny bugs were running up and down her soft skin. Nefeli’s brother was grinning down at her in the most teasing way he could, driving her crazy. Ah, that boy was born to tease his little sister.

“No?!” he playfully yelled and gasped loudly, moving his hands to her ribs, spidering there fastly, his teasing grin still on his face “Then I guess you need to rethink about it”

All the nerves in Nefeli’s body were being destroyed one by one as Hoseok was sliding his fingers furiously up and down her rib bones, giving more attention to her sixth and most ticklish rib. She shot her now free arms on her torso, trying to protect her sensitive self, but she was just making everything worse.

Nefeli started squirming and bucking her hips in the air, trying to get Hoseok off of her and make the feeling more bearable, but nothing was working.

“AHAHAHAHAHAM NAHAHAHAHAHAHAT DOHAHAHAHAHING ANYHAHAHATHING!” she cried and grabbed his wrist, trying with all her strength to battle them off. But guess what? They weren’t going anywhere!

“Hm really? I think my little sunshine is lying to me! Now that’s not nice, I feel like crying” he smirked, not ceasing his rib-tickling.

If Nefeli’s eyes could go wide they would. She knows perfectly well what that means...

“NAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAHAHAHAHAT THAHAHAHAT!” she pleaded and shook her head side to side frantically.

The young lad smirked for some seconds before he wore his sad face and rose her t-shirt, to reveal her chubby tummy, leaving her enough tortured ribs alone.

“Nohohahahaha Hobihihihi!” she giggled from anticipation as she saw her brother’s face inching towards her exposed belly.

“You are making me even sadder now sunshine” he tried to swallow his own chuckles but he wasn’t doing much. “I think I need to blow my nose,” he said and Nefeli’s eyes grew bigger in fear.

“Nohohohoho Hobihihihi noooAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” she cried and brought to the surface her loudest belly laughter as Hoseok blew an abnormally ticklish raspberry just above her belly button. He even added fake sobs to add to the torture.

Raspberries and mouth tickles in general were a huge weakness of the poor girl. They were driving her crazy. She just couldn’t stand them. No, never, for no reason at all.

Hoseok then nuzzled his face in the warm skin of her belly, blowing tiny raspberries on it, like he was actually crying. Nefeli was trying with all the strength she had inside her to push his shoulders away, so he could at least have a break, but Hoseok was going anywhere.

“HAHAHAHAHASEOAHAHAHAHAHAK!” the little girl laughed loudly and was punching the mattress as hard as she could so as she would be distracted from the unbearable sensation, but it was useless.

Suddenly the door opened widely and Taehyung rushed inside, with fear in his eyes. He must have heard the screams and the loud laughter, along with the rest of the boys.

Hoseok stopped and looked up towards his friend, leaving his sister panting on the bed hardly. Sweat was all over her face and she was tryna catch her breath. Her face was as red as a tomato and she could still feel some ghost tickles on her belly.

“What’s happening? The boys and I got really worried, I heard Nef screaming” Taehyung asked, raising an eyebrow at the panting girl on the mattress and his grinning friend.

Nefeli got really nervous. She thought Hoseok was gonna expose her just like that in front of his friend and that Tae would tickle her as well.

“Oh nothing much, Neffie is just really ticklish and I was just playing with her” he grinned, pinching her belly softly, making her flinch and giggle loudly.

She mentally sighed in relief. If it was to expose her Tickle Blog to someone, at least that someone had to be her brother. The person she trusted the most.

“Oh okay, lemme know when you are done, we wanna go out for a movie and diner” Tae smirked and exited the room, leaving the siblings alone again.

“Nohohoho mohohohore” Nefeli giggled, covering her belly and looking at the ceiling with half-opened eyes.

“Oh come on sissy, I saw that you were writing something on your laptop,” he said mischievously, as he placed his hands on her still bare sides. However, Nefeli hadn’t understood what was happening because she was looking at the ceiling. “I just wanna know what it is!”

“Nohohohohothing!” she kept giggling uncontrollably.

“Then I guess I just have to get out the secret weapon” he smirked and started squeezing her sides faster than the speed of the light, sending her into loud fits of hysterical laughter and making her squirm like a fish out of the water.

“NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAT THAHAHAHAHAHAHARE!” she screamed and fell back again in her franticly laughter, as Hoseok was killing her- I mean squeezing her side.

“Coochie coochie coo, Neffie!” he teased and moved to the spot where the sides are connecting with the ribs, clawing there.

Nefeli felt electric shots hitting her and every hair she had on her body tensed from the torturing sensation. And all the teasing was not helping at all. “Y’know Neffie, you never say stop. I am starting to think that you may like it!”

“NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA AHAHAHAHAHA DAHAHAHAN’T!” she yelled in between her hysterical laughter as Hoseok was kneading furiously her sides.

Her mouth had started aching from all the smiling and laughing. Her face was looking like an alive tomato and her belly was hurting. However, she didn’t want it to end. She was having too much fun, considering the great love she hides for tickles.

Hoseok just chuckled deeply and nuzzled the crook of her neck with his cute nose, chuckling against her skin as he heard Nefeli’s laughter going up at least 20 octaves.

“Neffie you are so sweet I could eat you! But I guess that’s what I have to do then!” he smirked and bend down inching towards her lowest ribs “Last chance sunshine. Tell me or the tickle monster will eat you aaaaaall up!”

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” she laughed loudly, afraid the boys would come back to check upon them.

She didn’t give the answer her brother wanted tho...

“Beep-beep! Too slow! Now you’re gonna be my meal for tonight!” he said and he fastly dive in her bare ribs, sending her in the most hysterical laughter she had ever experienced while he kept squeezing her hypersensitive sides.

Nefeli left an incredibly deafening scream and she started kicking her legs in the mattress and trying to push Hoseok off of her with all her might, her head shaking left and right like a madman.

The ticklish sensations were the most intense she had ever received all those years she lives with Hoseok and his merciless tickles. Her ribs were not too ticklish but when it comes to nibbles, they become her worst spot. More than her sides.

Nibbles were her number one weakness. She just couldn’t stand them. They are always evil, extremely ticklish and they were making her hella sensitive.

“MAHAHAHAHARCAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP IHAHAHAHAHAHA’LL TAHAHAHAHAHALL YAHAHAHAHAHA!” Nefeli cried as her lowest rib was being tortured and her sides were burning and her laughter after that went silent.

Hoseok saw that a sign for him to stop and let her breathe. He lied next to his panting sister and wrapped her in a tight hug, rubbing her sides to vanish the ghost tickles.

Soft, airy giggles were leaving her as she started calming down and catching her breath. Her face was returning to her official color and her spots were not hurting anymore.

“You know, I already know you love when I tickle you” he whispered into her ear, tickling her again, but only enough to send shivers down her spine and bring some leftover giggles.

“Hahahahahohohohow?” she asked blushing and hiding her head in Hoseok’s chest.

The young lad chuckled and rubbed her back affectionately, helping her calm down completely. “When you were mmm... around 5?? I think?? You told me you never wanted me to stop tickling you” he laughed at the memory.

Making her even shier, Nefeli pushed herself onto Hoseok hiding, her whole self in his grip. “So... Can I read those little fics of yours?” her brothers asked, poking her cheek, making her crack a smile inside his chest. And lemme tell you Hoseok loved her works.

Nefeli was so glad Hoseok didn’t judge her about her blog. She knew that there was nothing she would be embarrassed about, but she was just feeling weird about her guilty pleasure. However, she was not gonna give up what she loves. She continues writing what she wants and she keeps having fun with them till today.

Writing is a way for everyone to snap out of the world, and when someone loves writing, they never leave it. As you are writing, you explore and finally find how you want your fics to be. Guys don’t leave your dreams and what you love doing for anyone and anything. You can always improve your writing skills and not give up. Have faith in you!

[baoshan-sanren]

The YinYang Master (2021) liveblog

okay so the city is where the people live and outside of the city is where the monsters live, got it

the yinyang bureau are the dudes who fight the monsters? sure

off the bat, chen kun (qingming) is accused of like killing a bunch of people in the bureau, no clue if he actually did it, but the person i assume to be the female interest does not believe a word of it (or does she)

anyway, he gets the fuck out of there, good for him

seven years later?

are these?

three raccoons in a trench coat? 

there are. there are three raccoons in a trench coat, each wielding a sharp and deadly weapon

it’s been ten minutes and this movie has got my attention

OH WE’RE GETTING CHEN KUN WHO FIGHTS WITH A FAN

AND DRINKS LIKE A FISH

AND HOPS AROUND WITH HIS HAIR LOOSE GOOD LORD

hello flying demon things I like your wings

here’s the female love interest again and uh

she’s

a bit terrifying now

whoever is dubbing her must’ve smoked two packs a day for ten years because holy hell that is some gravel

the flying demon thing stole some red gem that I assume is very important

SHE TOOK HIS ASS DOWN WITH ONE ARROW 

NOT TO BE A LESBIAN BUT OH MY GOD

okay these things aren’t raccoons, what the hell are they? are the weasels? I’m gonna call them weasels 

anyway I’ve had these weasels for 15 minutes but if anything happens to them

THEY ARE FERRETS 

A FERRET SWALLOWED THE RED GEM THING 

this is quickly getting out of hand you feel me?

OH MY GOOOOOD WHO IS THIS LADY VILLAIN NOW

can you imagine having to report to your boss like, I stole the thingy but then I was defeated by three ferrets 

I would die on the spot, like rip to this dude but I’m different

she has some kind of freezing ice power and I like it

now where are we

THERE ARE BADASS LADIES EVERYWHERE IN THIS GUYS

GUYS

I HAVE BEEN MISLED ABOUT THIS MOVIE

AND WHAT IS THIS LOOK? GOOD GOD

anyway, I’m not feeling too hot about this poor ferret’s prospects bc that red gem thing TALKS TO YOU and it sound pretty evil

ah shit, so the yinyang bureau is all like “those ferrets belong to qingming so he’s the one who did it, which means we were right to accuse him of trying to steal the red gem seven years ago”

no wonder this dude drinks, everyone’s out to get him

so the red gem is actually the snake? or like it was the snake? or is the soul of the snake?

this official-looking dude is just talking shit in front of this gravelly female chief of the bureau like he’s got a death wish

good, tell him to zip it

oh shit now we’re getting some past events and they are.... eventful

hm this cimu guy is getting a lot of screen time for a dead dude, perhaps he is not dead?

just now realizing the yinyang bureau boss lady is zhou xun I feel stupid

BOYA 

he’s in some deep shit for losing the tribute to a drunk dude and a bunch of ferrets in a trench coat 

and I have to say that’s a pretty valid thing to be in trouble for

"I fought with Qingming and he fled in defeat” *SNORT*

did this girl just

hit him with a really long cucumber?

w h a t  i s  h a p p e n i n g

her name is Shenle and I am now signing the adoption papers 

her and boya are going into the monster realm to find qingming and I can just sense a bunch of oncoming shenanigans 

I was right

i’m just now realizing that qingming intentionally left boya this spell so he can summon the bridge and come find him

what are you up to mister?

GUYS THIS MONSTER REALM 

THIS IS EXACTLY HOW I PICTURED GHOST CITY IN TGCF AND I LOVE IT SO MUCH

qingming just made boya his familiar and let me tell you

not nearly as romantic as it was in the dream of eternity

BUT FUNNY THO

qingming is kind of a dick too and I think I like him more

jghgjfkdghdks what is this little red monster thingy what is happening

idk what makes costume designers stuff chen kun in these high collar robes but I am here for this look

ACTION ACTION ACTION FIGHT

this is a lot of romance for me personally right now but

i’m fucking really digging the fact that both chen kun and zhou xun are like 

grown-ass adults and experienced actors

she’s even older than him by a couple of years I think so like

for a hetero romance this is basically the only kind I care to see

I KNEW CIMU WAS UP TO NO GOOD

oh maybe he’s dead actually? what is his DEAL

okay this lady isn’t listening to anything you’re saying like why even bother

this poor fucking ferret

OH NO 

NOT THE FERRET

okay this bitch can eat my entire asshole, fuck her and her righteous bullshit 

aaaand now we’re all getting drunk

chen kun shouldn’t be allowed to do anything ever seriously he’s too hot to exist I feel attacked 

hey asshole lady, do you think maybe now you can admit you were wrong and qingming was right?

now we’re all “I should’ve trusted you”

she’s literally going “when this is over, this bracelet will be yours again” I know there’s some magic thing happening w the bracelet but that’s an euphemism if I’ve ever heard one 

you just called him a monster to his face like 10 minutes ago

this lady’s got some balls

qingming you’re too nice, I would’ve made her work for it

OH WE GET TO MEET THE BAD GUY BOSS

hnggg this fight scene is just

I am watching this film for the plot

oh crap the asshole lady is dead already?

that was a short redemption arc

and the snow lady is dead too hmpf I actually liked her unhinged little laugh

I KNEW IT I KNEW IT I KNEW WHO THE BAD GUYS IS

i feel like the entire monster-fucking dark side of tumblr needs to get a load of this dude

where you going spider dude?

oh this is

not a good development 

okay I am definitely not vibing with boya being depicted as an absolute dumbass for 90% of this film like

you could take him out of the movie completely and not lose any of the plot which is... not good

STOP STOP I’M ALREADY DEAD

I have to say these special effects are a bit over the top but so visually satisfying omg

also like

making me actually invested in every single small character within a space of 2.5 hours is pretty impressive 

hngggg

i’m starting to think that the whole point of this movie is to showcase how hot chen kun is in any clothing with any hair under any circumstances 

oh so now that the bad guy is dead the asshole lady is alive again

which is kind of a cop-out but whatever 

“you promised to live and die by my side and never betray me” BIG WORDS FROM SOMEONE WHO BETRAYED HIM FIRST

ahh I get what he did now

that’s pretty cool

and kind of sad

I’m not crying kind of sad but that shit hurted

still, I do like this ending

although this whole thing would’ve been much better as a drama at least 30 episodes long I don’t feel like I wasted 2.5 hours

so yeah, I def rec this if you have time to kill

[mytrashs-blog]

Drunk On You- T.H.

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: SMUTTTTTT. Please do not read this if you’re under 18. The Smutty part is between this signs: [...] so if you want to skip over the smut, you can, but it won’t make much sense. Also... There’s A LOT of swearing.

Summary: You’re a virgin and you’re drunk so you send a risky DM on instagram.

Word Count: Almost 6k... she’s thicc

A/N: I cannot tell you just how much I enjoyed writing this! It started as a 2 am inspiration punch and then it took me three weeks to finish it. It’s my first time writing smut, so I don’t know if that part’s good, but I like it and I really hope you do too. (Please if you do like it, reblog it so it can be read by more and more people).

Masterlist

(Gif isn’t mine and I couldn’t track the author, so credits go to the owner)

Fuck this shit, you’re 22 years old, you’re in college and as much as you enjoy leaving fratboys with blue balls in the middle of a party, you need to get this over with. You’re tired of waiting for the “right guy”, if you keep on doing that you’ll end up virgin for your whole fucking life. But where the fuck can you find a guy that’s not gonna judge you for being a sad, drunk virgin in the middle of a tuesday night? Being drunk and alone at your dorm was pathetic enough…

So you scroll through instagram for a while only to find out there’s no right suitor for the job, but in the heat of the moment you notice that Tom Holland, yes the scrawny white boy that looks 12 and plays Spider-man has just posted a shirtless picture and boy, he does not look 12 anymore. So you slide into his DM’s just for the shit and giggles:

“Hey, Tommy boy!

You probably get millions of DMs like this every second of everyday, but fuck, I just wanted to say that you are extremely hot and I am extremely virgin and I’m also drunk, so I thought I’d write you to ask for a massive favor.

Would you have sex with me just to take my virginity away? Ok, thanks.

Bye!

P.S. I think you’re great in your new film.”

And yes, you did press send to that, but of course you don’t even remember writing it in the first place the next morning while getting ready for your 9am class, so your daily routine goes on as normal.

But then, while you’re making your best effort not to fall asleep while your professor talks about some depressed artist that beat his wife and was super sexist, but was somehow excused because he made some decent poem, you hear the unmistakeable ping of your phone, which can only mean that you got a text, so you go to see it, because that is far less rude than falling asleep during class, but you were surely not ready for what was showing on your phone screen.

All air, and life to be honest, left your body for a second, you double checked, and then triple checked and yes… Tom Holland had wrote you on instagram’s direct messages.

“Holy fuck” you only realize you said that out loud when the three people closest you turn to look at you and shush you, but you’re still in shock and still have not opened the message, but maybe it’s not a great idea to open it in front of everybody, specially your professor, so you figure the bathroom will be the best place to do it.

You lock yourself in a stall and sit down, get your phone out, take a deep breath and open the instagram message. My God, you were not expecting what your screen showed:

“Haha, this is too cool to ignore! I happen to be in your area right now… Give me a call and I’ll make it happen ;)”

And yes, his phone number was there too. The phone number of THE Tom Holland! like… WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?! What are the odds of him actually reading your DM? And the odds of him replying? And the odds of TOM MOTHERFUCKING HOLLAND agreeing to be your first time?! Someone up there must be having a good laugh.

But it would be rude to chicken out now, right? One does not simply say no to fuck with a Marvel actor. You gotta do it. It's your holy duty. So you reply with a simple “Looking forward to it” and you get your shit together before returning to your class.

You think about texting him while you walk to grab some lunch, but what do you say to a celebrity that agreed to deflower you?… Wait. Holy shit! You’re actually gonna have sex with Tom Holland! He’s super ripped! And you’re gonna see and feel all his bits and pieces… honestly, your panties got a bit damp just thinking about that. This is gonna be fun.

You decide to shoot the text while waiting for your iced coffee. “Hey, it’s (Y/N) from instagram. Are you serious about the thing? If so, when are you available?”

And that’s when the game begins, cause he replied almost instantly and you decided he’s just another fratboy playing around, so you played along.

“I’m dead serious, babe. I can do it tonight.”

“Nice. That’s how I like it… what time are we talking about?”

“9 ish, maybe 10.”

“Gotta give me an hour… also, it would have to be at yours, cause I live in a dorm that I share with another girl.”

“You could ask her to join…”

“Haha. Nah, this is all for me to enjoy.”

“And you will. 9:30 sounds good for you, babe?

“Perfect.”

“I can pick you up. Send me your location and I’ll go there.”

“Nice. I’m liking it already.”

“You’ll like it even more.”

You go about your day with a stupid smile all day, nervous and excited for what’s gonna happen later. Paying attention to class? What is that? Concentrating on your due projects? You don’t know her. All you can do is think about the things that man might do to you later.

Wait… you gotta shave. Also, should you go buy some nice underwear? It overwhelms you how unprepared you are and you run, abandoning everything you had to do that day to go get ready to have sex with a super hot celebrity.

You shaved, exfoliated, bought nice underwear, picked out a sexy outfit, you even tried to work out a little to look a bit more toned for him. You allowed your most extra self to come and shine, and you definetely enjoyed the process.

“What are you getting ready for? It’s wednesday. I doubt there’s any interesting party. Oh God! Do you have a date?” your roomate asked as soon as she saw you posing a skirt for the mirror when she walked in.

“I think so… I don’t know. I’m gonna meet this guy I met on instagram.” She gave you a corncerned look, but you were definetely not gonna tell her the details, that’s extremely private, it’s rude to tell people about celebrities intimate life, even if it’s with you. He didn’t mention anything about keeping it secret, but it would do a lot of harm to freely go around saying that he likes having sex with fans. It would ruin his privacy completely. At least from your part, you can guarantee no one’s ever gonna find out.

True to your word, you sent him your location an hour before the time you arranged and he called you, yes. HE CALLED YOU at 9:30p.m. on the dot to tell you he was outside and it took you a second to process the call, so much that you couldn’t voice anything more than an “Okay”… that basically ruined your super confident text attitude, and this was over the phone, would you even be able to get inside his car? The nervousness really hit you like a truck the second you hung up the phone, and your roomate noticed, but she didn’t say anything.

After taking a few deep breaths and counting to ten trying to calm yourself down, you get your purse and walk down the hallway and the stairs of the dorms and by the time you get to the main door, your legs are shaking like crazy and your palms are a little sweaty, so you gotta calm down again and remind yourself that this man is just a regular human being and that nothing has to happen if you don’t want to. And just like with tequila shots, you stop thinking and just go for it.

As soon as you see the car, you walk confidently towards it, and as he rolls down the window you can see it really is him, but you don’t let his face tear your confidence down, so you slightly smile and get in the car, it’s an extremely fancy car and you’re sure you’ve never set foot in anything this luxurious, honestly there’s no doubt that the seat your ass is resting on right now could easily be worth your entire college tuition and student loans. Okay, maybe that is an exageration, but it sure looks expensive.

“Hey, nice to finally meet you in person… I’m Tom!” he smiles in a polite and friendly matter, and you can see there’s a hint of nervousness in his smile aswell and that eases you a little because it confirms that he’s just as normal as you are.

“I’m (Y/N), pleasure to meet you. Thank you for agreeing to do this. I know it’s super weird and all, and I was definetely not expecting this outcome when I sent that message last night, but I’m grateful regardless…” you’re rambling, but he doesn’t seem to mind, he looks amused even. When you finally stop talking he drives away and you fall into a slightly uncomfortable silence, until he turns the music on and you recognize the song so you start humming along, and he joins, but other than that, there’s not much talking on the way to the apartment he’s staying at temporarily right now.

The place looks expensive, but it’s also very simply decored, it does look a temporary thing, but it also looks like a place where a single chaotic youn man exploded, so there’s empty beer bottles here and there, clothes literally everywhere and dirty dishes in the sink… but it does smell like cologne, very manly aswell… being at his place sets a whole new level of anxiety, because this is just so intimate. You’re inside his little world, his safe space, and even if it’s just for a brief moment you’re just happy that he agreed to do this with you.

“Do you want anything to drink? I have wine, beer and a spare champagne bottle from the other night… or just water. Please make yourself comfortable, sorry about the mess, I really don’t like cleaning.”

“That’s alright… you should see my dorm during finals week, that’s a whole other level of messy, haha… and wine would be great, thanks.” You’re slowly calming down and trying no to overthink about what’s about to happen and forget about the reputation of the man you’re doing it with, because the fact that he’s famous doesn’t mean he’s less human and maybe glorifying him for his job is a little rude from you. So you sit down in the couch, right next to a thrown blue hoodie, hold on a second… this is the one from Spider-Man: Homecoming, the one with the emblem of the highschool, shit, this is a historical piece of clothing for the cinematic world and you’re sitting right next to it. Shit, there goes all the progress you had made in the last fifteen minutes.

When he comes back with two glasses of wine in one hand and the bottle in the other one, you help him put down the stuff safely because he looks so stressed carrying the things and it is a small funny moment, before he sits down right beside you and it becomes impossible to get your words to come out of your mouth. So he takes the lead.

“Listen, I don’t want you to think I’m some sort of predator, okay? I don’t know why I agreed to do this, but it was not to take advantage of you, so if at any point you feel uncomfortable and you don’t wanna do this anymore, you can just tell me and we’ll call this off, okay.” He puts his hand on you knee to reassure you and it does make you feel better, and you relax into your seat  and just nod a little before speaking.

“Thank you” And it comes out like you’re breathing out in relief, and that’s when he leans in to kiss you and you take a deep breath before corresponding and taking the last step to seal your lips together.

Your mind just goes blank and you forget what you were nervous about in the first place, kissing Tom is not that much different than kissing any other guy, except for the fact that his lips are softer than most guys’, but this one does have to take care of himself, it is literally part of his job and it should not be that surprising that a guy takes basic care for his appearance, but it is nice.

[…]

The kiss moves in a nice rythm and his hands start sliding from your knee to your waist and he pulls you closer to him and your hands find their courage and go to the back of his neck and so you’re also pulling him in, and all you want is to have him closer, as close as you can possibly have him, and when his hand moves down to your ass, you take that as the perfect moment to throw your leg over so you can straddle him and now both of Tom’s hands are on your ass and you grab onto his shoulders for leverage, and just because you need to breathe in properly, you let your lips disconnect and you see him beneath you.

His hand comes up to move your hair out of your face and you stare at each others eyes for a second and it doesn’t feel overwhelming anymore, so you smile at him for a brief moment, but being apart from his lips feels terrible right now so you lean back in and his hand is in your head and he’s pushing you closer to him, and your hands just slide down to his chest, you play with the chain he has on for a second and he smiles into the kiss, but then you move your attention to the buttons of his shirt and start undoing them.

You take your lips to his neck and he becomes super responsive, you find his sensitive spot quite quickly and he moves you closer to him so you feel his lenght rubbing against your core and it makes you go undo the buttons faster, before you know it he’s taking the shirt off and throwing it to the floor, when his hands are free, he takes advantage and lifts your blouse and you put your arms up to give him easy access. You’re glad you rush bought that set of nice underwear, because Tom’s eyes visibly fill with lust at the sight of the barely there lacy piece covering your breasts.

He touches your chest ever so lightly it gives you goosebumps, he traces a path to your breasts but he stops right before getting to them “Can I?” he whispers, looking straight into your eyes, and there’s something so sexy about him seeking your explicit consent, it makes your panties a little wetter, you nod lightly and he goes ahead, tracing the shape of your breasts with his fingers, like he wants to get familiar with them, he takes one of your nipples between his fingers and applies a little preasure on it, and then on the other one, he’s taking his sweet time before cupping them and pressing his lips in the space between them, and your hands respond to that by taking his hair and pulling lightly and he moans into your skin and it makes you shiver.

He keeps leaving wet kisses on your nipples and sucking on sensitive spots and you can swear it will leave marks, but who cares, you’re just over the moon with everything that’s happening and you just want more and more. He takes one hand to your ass again and he holds it tightly, using the other hand he slides to the edge of the couch and just like it’s nothing heavier than an empty box, he stands up, and you gasp because frankly you were not expecting it, he laughs a little and gives you a reassuring smile.

“I just thought we’ll be more comfortable in my room.”

“Okay, then.” You find it so odd that he’s so unbothered while carrying your full weight, like you’re not exactly the lightest woman in the world, but you won’t deny that being so close and personal to his biceps like this, it’s something you could get used to.

He takes you up the stairs, and along the corridor, once you reach the door, he turns the knob but decides to kick the door rather than opening it like a normal person, but you can’t complain because every moves looks hotter than the previous, and when he lays you down on his bed and stays hovering above you, you just can’t handle it and you kiss him again, your legs hug around his bum to bring him closer where you need him and he takes the hint, he pushes your skirt to your stomach and before he does anything else, his seeks your consent “Is this okay?” he asks, “Yes.” you say loud and clear and he rubs his fingers on your core, and it feels good, but your panties feel like a concrete wall, you just need to feel his fingers, his everything all over your body, so you arch your back and unzip the skirt and he pulls it down and throws it to a corner of the room.

He takes a second to look at you in just your underwear and you feel exposed, but he’s looking at you like you’re some sort of Goddess, he kicks his shoes off and goes to undo the button of his jeans, and it looks so slow and you need him now but you watch him and when he slides down the jeans and you can make out the shape of his member. You feel a little overwhelmed with the view in front of you, and you take a moment to take it all in. His face is crowned by (now) very messy curls, his eyes that used to be brown are practically pitch black by both the dim lighting and lust, there’s freckles all over his nose and cheeks, but they’re barely noticeable, his jawline is the most defined you’ve ever been near to, but even though there are a lot of strong features in his face, he looks almost childish and innocent… until you drop your eyes to his chest, that is.

Every single muscle in his chest has some sort of definition, he’s not as ripped as in the movies, but then again, he’s not super dehydrated and over exercised right now, and he still looks more muscular than any guy you know, his abs are defined, there’s a visible V marking the path from his hips to his member and it is stupidly making your mouth water. He has black Calvin Kleins still on, but that’s the last piece of clothing he has on, and the anticipation is killing you.

He takes you by the ankles an pulls you closer to the edge of the bed and he spreads your legs open and gives you a devilish smile before leaning back in to give you a quick yet intense kiss on the lips and he slides down to your neck and chest again, but he keeps making his way down your body towards your bellybutton and it gives you goosebumps everytime he gives you even a peck or a light touch, you’re shivering with every touch.

“Relax, love… if you want me to stop you can just say it, okay?” He says looking up at you and you nod, you breathe in to calm your nerves down, he waits for you, when you’re finally ready you nod at him again, he gives your waist a light squeeze, smiles at you and places a kiss to your stomach and keeps kissing you lower, until one of his hands goes to your thigh while the other teases the waistband of your panties, hooking one finger on it, he starts pulling it down painfully slowly, you lift your bum to make it easier for your panties to leave your body, once Tom strecthes them to throw them to some part of the room, you sit up to take off your bra and he looks intently at you while you do it, so you smile and lock your eyes to his just to make it more interesting, and you also take your sweet time unclasping the clips, and Tom starts to get impatient, you can see it in his smile, but you enjoy playing with him so even when you do unclasp both clips, you keep the piece on and he puts his hands on his hair in exasperation and you just laugh, enjoying this small moment of being the one in charge, but you give in and take the lacy bra off and throw it to him, he catches it and throws it to the side.

You’re completely naked in his bed and he’s taking the view in. “You’re very beautiful, you know?” he says and you feel the blush creep up to your cheeks, but you smile and thank him regardless, he smiles back and leans back down, he kisses one of your thighs and then the other one, before he does anything else he looks up at you, once again looking for any signs of hesitation “Are you sure you want this?” he asks from his position and when you nod, he dives in.

He presses a light kiss into your folds and you immediately feel electricity emmiting from your core. Needless to say it’s your first time recieving an oral, every sensation is new, you can’t even tell if he’s good at this or not, but for you, it feels like the best sensation in the world, his tongue dances over your clit and you just grasp the sheets for dear life and when he sucks on it you swear you could come right there, but you manage to hold it for a little longer and he keeps going, it doesn’t take long for him to introduce one finger inside, the moan you let out is just obscene and he seems to love it, because he moans too but the vibrations that it sent to your clit make you lose it and you come yelling his name like your life depends on it and he guides you through your first orgasm of the night with his mouth and finger still pumping in and out.

“You’re dripping wet, you know that?” He tells you once you’ve calmed down and have regained your ability to function like a human being, you smile at him, trying to speak, but that function has not come back yet. He kisses you in the mouth and you can taste yourself in his mouth, you start relaxing into the kiss, and he starts tracing gentle circles on the skin of your stomach and you turn your body so can be face to face and your leg happens to feel his dick, and it feels impossibly hard, so you try to relieve the pressure by stroking it with your hand, but when you get your hand down his waistband, Tom stops you “If you touch me now, I’ll be the biggest dissapointment of your life.”

“You forget that I’m a virgin… I have nothing to compare you to.”

“Still… I’ve got my pride.” he finishes as he gets up and rumbles in a drawer of his nightstand, he finds the condom and shows it to you. “Do you want to do this?”

You take a deep breath, there’s nothing you want more than do it right now, but it sure makes you nervous, still you give him verbal consent “Yes, I do.”

That’s all he needs, he stands up completely and takes his underwear off, it happens quite fast, but you do get to apreciate his dick in full exposure, not that you’d know, but it sure looks like it’s gonna be hard to fit that inside of you, and you panic a little and Tom notices and chuckles while he slides the condom on, “It’s gonna be alright, I’ll make sure of it.”

He crawls back to the bed and hovers above you, his hand go to your core again and he slowly introduces one finger into you and starts pumping in and out slowly, he stays looking in your eyes, watching your every reaction, you’re moaning slightly, when he notices that you’ve gotten used to the sensation, he adds another digit and the pressure feels uncomfortable, but he notices so he waits for you to get used to the feeling before he starts pumping it, you bite your lip as you enjoy his movements, moans coming out of your mouth to the rythm of his fingers, when he starts stretching you by doing scissor motions with his fingers, the feeling increases and it is a lot more intense so you hold onto his arm, he’s still looking at you, wanting to be sure that you’re okay and staying alert to see any signs of discomfort in you, but you like it so much.

He takes his fingers out and the emptiness is just overwhelming, but when you see that he’s trying to align himself to your entry, you relax and stress at the same time. This is real. It’s gonna happen. Actually it’s happening at this moment. He looks at you again and lifts his eyebrows in question, you nod lightly and you hold on to his forearm and his neck in preparation. He pushes slowly in, it hurts a little but it’s not that bad, Tom sees you wincing and stops, waiting for you to get used to the new feeling, when you do, he keeps pushing a little. The rythm goes like that until he’s fully in.

You can see he’s having a hard time trying not to hurt you, it’s clear that he just wants to go for it, but you’re grateful he’s containing himself while you get used to the feeling of being so full right now, when you’re ready, you nod at him and he pulls slightly out, waits for you, and pushes back in. The rythm is slow at first for you to get used to it. At first it feels like too much, but the more he thrusts into you, it starts being not enough.

His grunts and moans sound heavinly to your ears, and whenever you are brave enough to just open your eyes and see him, his face is just so beautiful, he has a frown in his face out of concentration and self control, you’re admiring him when he opens his eyes and they meet yours, it’s such an intimate moment, it makes you blush a little bit, you caress his cheek and hair, interlocking your fingers in his curly locks, he lets out a soft moan in pleasure.

The pace gets faster and stronger and you’re getting closer to your high with every thrust, he’s hitting a point inside of you that you didn’t even know existed and it’s a whole new level of pleasure, it’s even making you feel like the world is spinning, you grab onto his back and scratch as you try to keep it together, he moans loudly and stops and pulls out suddenly.

“Get on all fours for me, love.” he tells you and you comply, he pulls you closer to the edge of the bed so he can fuck you while standing up off the bed, you try to arch your back to give him better access, he slides in easier now, and the sensation changes completely, he’s hitting another point that feels even better in this angle, the pleasure doesn’t let you stay stable and your arms can’t keep you up, so you press your face to a pillow and you can’t stop moaning his name, your high creeping up from your stomach once again.

“T- Tom… I think I’m gonna…”

“Wait for me, darling, I’m right there with you.”

His thrusts become sloppy and arythmic, he goes faster, his grunts louder with each thrust, your names falls from his mouth a lot more now, and his is the only word you can say at this point. You come first with an incredibly loud moan of his name. The feeling of you reaching your orgasm around his dick is enough to send him over the edge too, your name being dropped with a loud grunt, he squeezes your breast and rests his head on your back when he comes down from his high, both of you panting. You stay like that for a moment, but then Tom pulls out and goes to the bathroom to dispose of the condom.

[…]

You lay in the bed completely naked, but you do feel more exposed now that the moment’s over, so you cover up with a pillow and think about what just happened, relishing on how good it was, you figure this was the best idea you’ve had in a while, even if the most ridiculous but it worked out pretty well.

Tom comes back soon after and hands you a water bottle (because he apparently just keeps water bottles in his bathroom), you thank him and he lays in the bed with you. “How was that?” he asks you in some worried matter, like his whole career depended on your answer, you look at him and smile at him like he’s crazy, you had two orgasms, isn’t that enough proof that you liked it? when the anxiety becomes aparent in his face, you give him the verbal confirmation. “Of course I did, wasn’t it obvious?” you say while trying to hide your face, he takes your arms to stop you from doing so.

“Y/N! Don’t hide! It was actually really good for me too, and I’m happy you had a good first time, it’s cool.”

You smile at him bigger now, getting more comfortable now, and he leans to leave a kiss on your forehead, and you lay there just chilling for a while. Checking the clock in Tom’s bedside table you realize it’s almost 2 in the morning, you haven’t talked about this, but you think it’s not a good idea to stay the night, maybe he has things to do tomorrow, and you do have a class at 9, so you start to get up to recolect your clothes.

“Where are you going?” Tom asks in a whiny tone, he was right about to fall asleep before you got up.

“I think it’s time for me to leave, it’s quite late and I’ve got class tomorrow.” you reply with a slightly sad tone, just for the drama.

“You don’t have to go. There’s no way I’m letting you take an uber and I’m too lazy to get up and drive you… so stay, I promise I’ll take you to your front door tomorrow morning, alright?” also, he gives you mad puppy eyes to convince you, but you still move around the room trying to find your underwear, just to not be naked anymore.

“Okay, just let me put some clothes back on, cause this is weird.”

“Can you throw me my underwear, please?”

“Yeah, just let me try and find them.” You throw them at him once you find them among the mess and they land straight in his face, you just gotta laugh at it and he just rolls his eyes at you and puts the thing on jokingly bitching about you being rude to him and you just laugh at him while you walk back to the bed.

At some point, Tom goes to retrieve your clothes and the wine from the living room while you just scroll through your phone absent mindedly, you half read the tweets and just ignore the instagram posts you see until he gets back and gives you your barely touched glass of wine and lays back down next to you.

You stay there for a while just talking and drinking, actually getting to know each other, you tell him about your major in college, how hard it gets sometimes, and you even tell him about why you had never had sex before. He tells you about his work, his family, the things he wants to do next… he does tell you a little tiny spoiler of the future of Marvel, which you had to swear you wouldn’t reveal to anyone ever and it would be a secret you take to your graveyard. It’s a nice pillow talk, you’re laying in the bed, facing each other, his hand is lazily resting on your waist, yours playing with the chain on his neck. This is likely even more intimate than the sex itself, and it’s nice.

When you do finally fall asleep, is in that position. Wine bottle completely empty in the floor, clothes laying around, only sound in the room being the light snores of Tom and heavy sleep breathing. You’re extremely comfortable and relaxed, long forgotten how nervous you were before this happened. You could get used to this.

Your slumber is ruined when the alarm goes off at half 7 in the morning, you feel tired, but you get your clothes back on anyway, Tom takes a little longer to fully wake up, but he keeps his promise and throws a pair of sweatpants and a white shirt, he also throws a hat on just to not deal with his morning/sex hair, for the same reason, you also just put your hair in a messy bun.

He actually parks the car and walks you back to your dorm, it’s quite early, but there is some people around the hallways anyways and it makes you a bit anxious thinking you might get him in trouble if he does get recognized, but he seems relaxed and unbothered about it anyway.

“I had a lot of fun. It was really nice to get to know you… call me up if you ever want to do this again, okay?” he tells you with his hands stuck in his pockets, it makes you smile how cute he looks.

“Thank you, Tom. I really enjoyed it… thanks for not being weird about this whole thing.”

“That’s alright. Okay, take care and don’t be a stranger, okay?”

“Okay.” He gives you a last kiss on the cheek before you get inside your dorm to get ready for class, and he goes back home, and that is it.

Months go by without you ever talking to or about Tom, you just assumed that was the end of everything you lived with him and it is a lovely and super hot thing to remember, but there's nothing more to it.

Bing

Your phone goes off in the middle of the night. You were studying, so you weren't talking to anyone. As you check the notification, you freeze just like you did the first time you saw his name on your screen.

"Hey! I'm in your town! What are you up to?"

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Tagging some people to avoid the flop:

@caeruleum-in-caritate-lupus, @softstarkk, @peterparkerbabyy, @dottirose, @legit-fandom-trash, @carostar2020, @appreciating-chase-brody, @mvmakki @madmadmilk @hollandrecs @starksparker @sunshinehollandd

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.Memories (BF X Pico).

it was a beautiful night in philadelphia (heh, if you heard the song philly, you would know), the stars glistening in the sky. Boyfriend was so lucky that he didn't die since Pico knew him...he knew him because they dated a really long time ago. When Boyfriend took Girlfriend home, he went to the alleyway where Pico was. He wanted to talk to the ginger since it's actually been a while for both of them. He cleared his throat and looked for Pico. "..Pico...? Are you here?" He shouted out, hoping that Pico was around. Pico heard the teenager's voice, putting his uzi on safety mode and coming out of the shadows, smoking a cigar. "What's up little dude?" Pico said as he blew a puff of smoke at Boyfriend's face, coughing and fanning the smoke away from his face. "U-Uh...hey... it's been a while huh?" He asked, rubbing his head.

".. yeah..it has actually.. you're lucky that I didn't shot ya, otherwise I would've fill you up with so much lead, your dick would have been a pencil-"

"Shut up, don't remind me-" he said as he laughed a bit.

(TW: guns, mental hospital, please don't read if you are uncomfortable with it)

Pico just shook his head and chuckled.

"Ya know-" he goes closer to Boyfriend. "All these years, you haven't changed a bit the last time I saw you~" he said as he lifted his head with his finger.

Boyfriend blushed and pulled away. "Stop it Pico- you're making me blush-" he said as he crossed his arms.

Pico sighed. ".. what happened to us...?"

"You know what happened....I can never forget what happened that day..."

Flashback

There was lots of killing at the school, Darnell and Nene died because of Cassandra and her allies. Pico was trying to save Boyfriend, making sure he was safe, running with him by holding his hand. He puts him in the locker and slams the door. Cassandra the big ass tarantula was attacking, Pico shooting at the spider and blood was everywhere, Pico having blood on his clothes and face. Boyfriend seen what was happening in the locker crack and he heard the biggest bang, Pico on the ground and Cassandra on the ground also. Boyfriend just gasped and goes to cover his mouth, about to cry.

End Of Flashback

"B.. but...I don't understand.. how did you survive that?" Boyfriend asked.

"I got shot in my chest, but I was taken to the hospital by cops and...I went insane... because of...her...so I had to go to... the mental hospital... for a long time...I don't wanna...go-

Pico then heard voices in his head..oh no.

Pico held his head as he heard the voices, pulling out his gun. "GO THE FUCK AWAY CASSANDRA YOU BITCH!" he took his gun off of safety mode and immediately started shooting all around. Boyfriend immediately hid for cover, hoping that Pico would stop shooting anytime soon...I mean. He been though so much, he could never relive that hell he's been through. He panted as he ran out of bullets, huffing and holding his gun close to him. Boyfriend decided to come out of the hiding place, looking at him. "..Pico?" He said as he reached for him.

Pico aimed his gun at Boyfriend, about to shoot again. "WHAT?!" He then snapped out of his trance, seeing Boyfriend in front of him. He was shaking, breathing heavily as he dropped his gun and try to keep himself in control. Boyfriend immediately got scared of him and just stood back from the ginger.

"B.. Boyfriend...I'm sorry..." He said as he quivered, his eyes sprung with tears as he tries to keep himself from crying.

Boyfriend had a frown of his face. Even though they were Ex's, doesn't mean that he would leave Pico sad like this. And to be honest, Boyfriend still loved Pico with all of his heart. He goes near Pico and goes to hug him tightly, his hat falling on the ground as the strong wind was blowing in the background. Pico gasped at the sudden hug, but eventually he gave him and hugged back. He was so touch starved, he didn't want to let go of the smaller male, but he had to. That's a hug he'll totally remember.

(PT 2 COMING SOON!! IF YOU WANNA DRAW ART FOR THIS, PLEASE FEEL FREE TO!)

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Movie Review: Spider-Man No Way Home

Disclaimer: I am posting this review the day after the movie first drops in the U.K. and the day before it drops pretty much everywhere else, so if you have yet to see Spider-Man: No Way Home and have managed to avoid any type of spoiler up to this point, don't read on until you have seen it.

General Reaction:

I cannot emphasise enough how good this movie is. Spider-Man: No Way Home is as close to Infinity War and Endgame that it can be, and it delivers the same nostalgia and reactions from the audience, or at least mine, that Endgame did.

I have been saying all year that no movie can top Cruella as my favourite movie of the year, but honestly just after seeing this, Spider-Man may just swing ahead as this will be the last movie I see this year...Cruella is still my favourite for personal reasons, but this was an Endgame-level experience for me...and it came from Sony.

This movie does not give you time to breathe or to really relax as there's always something happening, right from the start we pick up exactly where we left off (not a spoiler if you've seen the advertisements) and honestly in the first 15 minutes alone so much happens that it demands re-watchability. I'm curious, particularly now with Omicron, if this movie will sell a lot of repeat tickets because I'm tempted to see it again. I'm fully jabbed and getting my booster tomorrow so I'm protected but for as accurate a spoiler review as possible I feel I need to re-watch as I'm sure I've missed things.

I did mention this movie was nostalgic and that is because of the villains it brings back, but also I will say the villains you've seen are just half the nostalgia tour, there are a few surprises (some spoiled but one or two kept secret) and one or two Easter-Eggs in the script that are fantastic callbacks and technical foreshadowing in the MCU timeline.

That's all I can really hint at without spoilers, we don't really get the multiversal sinister six as fans hoped we would, one day we might, and I do feel there's a characters absence shadowing the movie, but it doesn't take away from the epicness that this movie is, it just would have plussed it further. I'll talk more about it in my spoiler review.

In terms of the movie as a whole, I will admit that despite literally being a spider-verse movie, it does feel very contained just as any good Spidey movie should. He is after all the friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man and even Into The Spiderverse may have had multiple Spider-People from multiple universes...but the majority of that movie still took place in New York City just as this one did. I believe the other two locations were LA and Atlanta and we spend enough time there but rightly so the main major action happens in NYC.

Speaking of action, there's a lot of it but also a lot of CGI action. Aside from his trick arrows Hawkeye on his series is very much grounded in physical stunt work, here though because Spidey's rogues are somewhat superhuman...but for the most part it all looks realistic. It would be so easy to make the climactic fight in this movie look like the boss battle in a game, but unlike Black Widow it feels like you're really seeing these fantastical characters.

This movie is also surprisingly funny, all of the Spider movies aside from the Raimi ones have had me chuckling here and there but this was a movie of laugh out loud howling and applauding, because usually I didn't see the joke coming.

The last half of this movie also gets quite emotional for several reasons, people were sobbing at my screening by the end, one woman rather annoyingly two seats away from me. But it even got me nearly going once or twice, not quite Endgame level sadness but it is definitely earned.

There are faults with the movie, things I wish hadn't happened and things I think should have, but ultimately this is definitely my favourite Spider-Man movie.

Cast:

Just like this is, in my opinion, the best live-action Spider-Man movie, but also this is the best cast in a Spider-Man movie. With the regular MCU Spidey cast, everyone does a great job and they are a pleasure to watch...except Ned...sorry to any Ned fans but...come on he is a waste of space as a character in a movie that is admittedly overcrowded.

Not only do we have the MCU Spidey characters, but also characters from both the Raimi and Webb movies and our standard MCU additions, in this case Doctor Strange and Wong.

Because of the amount of characters, does that mean that not every character gets a chance to shine? Well there are a couple that are sidelined but the focus is meant to be on Tom Holland's Spider-Man, his relationship with MJ and dealings with the Multiversal villains...which the movie does rather well.

I'll go into it more in the spoiler review, but I am not sure how I feel about the portrayals of the Multiversal villains, I know the movies they come from quite well but can't quite twig if there's something off about their performances here.

Recommendation:

This is a movie to be seen, and on the big-screen. If you believe the hype of the movie it will definitely pay off for you and if you go in thinking you know too much, trust me there is more to see.

Also there are two post-credits scenes, one after the initial mid-credits roll and one at the very very very end...right after the logos have rolled and you think it may be over...trust me it's worth it.

So that's my review of Spider-Man: No Way Home, what did you guys think? Post your comments and check out more Marvel Movie Reviews as well as other Movie Reviews and posts.

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Effortlessly Alone (Chapter 1) (Jin x Namjoon)

Pairing: Namjoon x Seokjin 

Genre: fluff, soft angst, fantasy

Rating: T for teen 

Length: 3.5 k 

Warnings: Feeding fish food they shouldn’t eat, sad boys

Summary: Jin is an ancient river god, cursed to be trapped in his fish form for his heartless transgressions. Namjoon is a lonely twenty-something who takes to feeding him cheese crackers and telling him about his life. Together this unlikely pair may just find the answers to the loneliness in their hearts are closer than they think.

This is for the Spring Sprouts collab, which has honestly been the highlight of my March, I had no idea how much this idea would spring out of control, enough for me to make this a chapter fic. Tune in next time for more of Jin’s past, and Namjoon taking a date to the river. <3 

The first time Namjoon visits the river, it's to clear his head. Odd, considering the vast emptiness that had seemed to take over in the last few weeks, a sort of dullness that not even reading could banish. He’s new to this small town, and he knows that in part...that’s the problem. He’s new and he’s lonely. Lonely and bored, a job transfer from busy Seoul that had upped his pay, but left him stranded in what seemed like the wilderness. 

It’s different, so different from the fast paced life he’d left behind, and some days...some days its maddening. Maddening enough to force him up onto his feet, jogging through winding roads, rarely paved, taking in his new home, hoping to burn off the anxious energy he’d yet to find a healthy outlet for. 

And today - that takes him to the river, plopping to the ground as he makes it there, the grass soft and cool against sweaty thighs. There is a little sitting area his eyes trail, and a pagoda that looks far too old for his comfort. Like a relic from another time. A cherry blossom tree, not yet blooming, that looked just as old. Out of respect, or maybe fear of spiders, he chooses to avoid them both, instead finding himself lounging at the water’s edge, basking in the warmth of the day...the sound of the water moving by.

“Its not so bad.” He speaks out loud, but only to himself, he’s alone here after all. Nature has rarely comforted him in his short life, but this place...well, he wonders if the water is too cold...or if it would be nice enough to dip his feet in. He wonders what the stars look like at night from here, gazing above the river. “I mean, I have all this free time.” It’s a musing, punctuated by him sliding off his shoes, socks shoved inside them. 

There is no harm in it right? He shifts, a jolt as his feet hit the water, current smooth and soothing and very cold. But he doesn’t move. 

It is grounding and liberating all at once...at least until he feels something nip at his ankle. 

“Ahhk!” He tumbles back, feet yanked out of the water. “What - “ He can’t help himself, scrambling to look over the edge of the water, to find out what - And it is a what, Joon thinks, eyes widening. A beautiful what. 

A beautiful fish. Long flowing fins in elegant shades of ivory fading to soft pink. Big too - like a koi who has gotten comfortable in a well sized pond. Is it a koi fish? Namjoon thinks to himself, his situation forgotten as he stares at the way its fins fan and move, making waves of their own in the current. 

It has to be a koi fish. “You bit me.” The man complains, shifting so he’s staring down into the water, feet safely on the bank, “are you hungry?” He gives the fish benefit of the doubt, surprised to find its gaze on him. 

There is...something there - something behind the fish’s eyes, it gives Namjoon pause - because its an all around human look. A sort of awareness that breeds curiosity in the man. He finds himself reaching for his fanny pack, grabbing the snacks he brought. “I know these can’t be good for you.” he speaks as he breaks a cheez-it in half, tossing it to the surface. “But as a treat, I don’t think its that bad.” 

The fish devours them, and circles after, clearly wanting more. Namjoon settles himself on the bank, happy enough to feed the pretty creature and soak up the sun. 

He goes to speak, then pauses. Would it be completely unhinged if he talked to the fish?

“What’s your name?” 

The voice is a whisper, a sweet sound against Namjoon’s ear, he shudders, glancing around in the darkness, searching for the sound. There it is again, he doesn’t understand what’s being said, but its so close, he reaches out, he can’t help it, he just wants to know…

Who the voice belongs to, what the voice is saying. 

“.....Name…?” 

“Namjoon - My name is Namjoon, Kim Namjoon.” He finally answers, and suddenly there is color, bursting everywhere, and...and a man, beautiful, ethereal, like staring at the moon in reflection over the river. 

He’s sitting, and there is a divide, something Namjoon can’t see - and they’re touching, fingertips brushing each other - How does the man look like that? Namjoon can feel the confusion. Beautiful and fragile like glass, but with a piercing gaze.

He can’t remember ever meeting someone who looks like him, with those full lips, tousled hair, and almost petulant look.

“You - who are you?” “My name….not important.” The man answers, staring up towards the cloudless sky and too-close moon. “You - you are lonely.” its a simple pronouncement. “I’m lonely too.”

“I - “

His alarm is blaring, and he groans, its time for work. He sits up, nearly toppling over as he rubs his eyes. The river, the silver moon, a man - its disappearing as quickly as it was there the memories of his strange encounter already fading to the background 

For the fish, however, it’s not so easy. Centuries of loneliness, trapped in this disgraced form, culminating in this human boy feeding him something that made him want to be alive again...what had he called them...cheese things? Cheese rounds? He wasn’t sure, but what he was sure of is that the moment those flavored breads hit his mouth, he felt alive again….for the first time in over a hundred years. 

Alive, and ravenous for more. For too long he had dined on the refuse of the lake floor, smaller fish and wilted water weeds, when once upon a time he had feasted in banquet halls lined in gold, on bread dripping in honey, wine soaked lips demanding more.

And yet these delectable cheese rounds trumped them all. Made his belly storm and growl, demanding more of them. 

But those are memories that just bitter his heart, move him further and further from freedom from breaking the curse that bound him here. Here trapped in this forgotten land, in the body of a fish - a once great god brought low for his pride, Seokjin, the fish thinks wryly - god of rock and river, whose tears overflowed these banks as a child, lonely and lost. 

Whose only friend in the world was himself, his reflection along the water’s edge keeping him company. It is no surprise how easy it was to fall in love with his own features. 

Jin, of comely face, on his lonely rock in the middle of the river - attracting suitors both human and divine, temples raised in his honor as his power and beauty grew. Jin, with an indolent smirl, laughing merrily, taking a new lover every night, discarding them come morning, no consequences for the divine. Relishing in life because life relished in him, blessed with beauty and an insatiable spirit, a whole where his heart should be.

All lost overnight, cursed for his own hubris - for his own inability to love. 

The fish glances up, risking the dangers of the surface to stare at the moon, at the reason he was cursed in the first place. 

To linger on the huge, ancient cherry blossom tree that shielded the pagoda, the temple erected in his name so many years ago. So beautiful, the springtime blossoms nearly ready to burst. His first real friend, even if he didn’t know it then. 

But its now, not then, and he’s lonely, and hungry for life - and something about that boy’s unhurried, somewhat awkward smile touches that part of him, the part that longed to live again - even in this very changed world, this future that had forgotten him. 

If anything then just to get those crackers again. 

And that’s why he visits his dreams. The only place Jin can show himself, his true self, unable to voice that ancient curse to the boy - but able to be seen, truly seen, to speak those words...loneliness - 

Its...its a trick, to coax him back, with more snacks, Jin justifies, unwilling to admit that he reached out for any other reason, that he took the time under the light of that damned, too-bright moon to expend thousands year old energy on a boy who nearly kicked him in the face that day at the river for any other reason.

That he wasn’t lying when he said he was lonely. That the empty spot where his heart should be ached for something, a friend, a confidant - how he ached for a voice, to speak in more than just dreams.

But he can’t. 

Either way, it works - and he learns his name. 

Namjoon. Kim Namjoon. 

It takes effort that first time, tendrils of magic that he used to control with barely a glance, still - 

Namjoon makes a habit of visiting the river after that first time, Jin wonders if he feels that pull. That same pull he can’t deny every time the man sets himself down on the river bank. 

Jin wonders if its the magic, if he’s grown that unused to the feeling...or...or if its something else. 

“You’re really ridiculous, you know.” Namjoon scolds the water lightly, looking down at the white and pink fish that is floating close to surface,

Mouth opening and closing in an ill concealed attempt to get snacks. “I shouldn’t be feeding you, I’m sure it’s bad for you.” Namjoon drops a broken cracker in the water anyway, watching how the beautiful fish is quick to eat, thrashing a powerful tail. 

Today Namjoon has his camera, a Polaroid he bought to document his new home, a collection of photos of nature and old stone piling up on his desk. He snaps a picture of the fish, knowing full well the film couldn’t capture the beauty. “...I took your picture.” He explains, noticing the way the fish swirls his tail in discontent. “Nothing bad, see?” He’s shaking the developing Polaroid, knowing that’s not effective. “I’ll show you.” 

He truly wonders if he’s that lonely, lonely enough to become friends with a fish. 

But the fish is the easiest creature to talk to, in this town full of ancient history and even older families, well established and not looking to accept a stranger...or all too eager too, to pry into his personal life, there was none of that here, at the quiet little bend in the river.

Maybe the fish judged him, but that was easy to ignore, and he always hung around to listen - sentient fish - Namjoon was growing confident of that.

“I wish you could tell me more about you.” Namjoon offers the fish, showing him the photo, watching it reflect in the water. He watches the way the fish eyes it, mouth moving to blow bubbles at the surface. Does he like it? Does it matter? “Like first of all, why do i only ever see one of you? Are you all alone?” He’d started to develop some theories, and it mostly just ended in someone dumping the fish in the river when they were tired of taking care of it.

He couldn’t think of any other reason, no amount of internet browsing found him a koi that looked exactly like him, certainly not in the wild.

Which meant he was probably home bred, maybe even tossed out for looking like that, and…and that made Namjoon sad.

Sad, to go from having a family to none at all. It makes him empathize with the creature, who was once new to this place too, who found a home...but was still alone. “You don’t have to be alone if I’m here.” He’s tucking the picture into his wallet. “And I’ll keep visiting you.”

Seokjin does not understand the human boy. He comes back, usually every other day - with Jin finding himself more and more longing for every day - but he does not understand, just the same. Does not understand why the boy bothers, time and time again,

To visit, to sit by the river with him, to talk to him. Especially when Jin cannot talk back, relegated to bubbles and splashes, to lingering glances that he hopes the boy processes as listening. He’s lonely, Jin does recognize that - but why….why seek company with a fish?

Namjoon is in that haze again. That landscape he’s started to recognize as a dream, he thinks - it feels familiar, like he’s felt so many mornings lately, comforted, though he doesn’t know why.

“You’re back.” Oh, right, memories of dreams come rushing back, of the beautiful man - who won’t give him his name. His voice is sweet, wistful. “It took you a while to fall asleep tonight.” The man, he can see him so much more clearly than before, resting on the bank of the river, hair as pink as the heavy laden cherry blossoms behind him. “I’ve been waiting.” 

“Waiting…?” Namjoon questions, watching the way the man beckons him forward. “For me?” “Always.” Jin answer, a sort of soft purr to his voice, one that has Namjoon joining him on the river bank. So familiar, Namjoon thinks to himself, wondering if thinking in dreams is even possible, this riverbank - this man with the soft pink hair and lonely gaze. 

“Who are you?” It could be the first or hundredth time he’s asked, judging by the look on Jin’s face. 

“I’m someone not worth knowing.” Jin answers, looking up at the stars, the full moon, a grimace dancing on his lips.

He’s always being watched, even here, in the dreams of a boy who thinks to know him, in his own way. 

There are a thousand years between him and freedom and still that damn moon watches. 

“I think i’d like to know you more.” Namjoon answers. “Or at least your name, I always read you dream only about the people you’ve met, or seen before, and I’ve never seen you.” “Oh but you have.” Jin corrects, often even, though he doesn’t add that part.

“Untrue.” Namjoon is simple about it. “I’d remember meeting someone like you.” “Like me?” “You have the saddest eyes of anyone i’ve ever met.” 

This time when Namjoon wakes up, he’s got tears dripping down his cheeks, and he doesn’t know why. 

Many years ago, someone said something so similar. Jin is trapped, trapped in this form but that does not mean he doesn’t feel as a man, think as a man. That he doesn’t - he doesn’t remember. 

Many years ago when he was beautiful, young, powerful...and so foolish, there was one who said something so - so similar.

A beautiful creature, a human like Namjoon - come to give him praise, to worship at his temple, at its height. He could remember him now - clear as day. Beauty then, like now, was not rare, but what was rare were his words. 

He was quiet, shy even in his splendor, a boxy smile that alighted warm on Seokjin, and often. There were many, many pretty humans who came to see Jin, but he stayed, he became an acolyte, a worshipper - and he never left.

Taehyung. 

Taehyung stayed at his side from the moment their eyes met, from the moment he told him those words “You’re very lonely...you smile, but your eyes tell me what you won’t say.” Seokjin could remember how he felt then, cold water tossed on him, like a rolling sea. 

He had looked away, away towards another pretty thing, a playful woman come to bathe in his waters - and he vowed to not look upon Taehyung again. 

But Taehyung stayed, and it was hard not to look - especially on those nights when he was alone, utterly alone, when it was just him, Taehyung...and the moon. 

“You should worship him instead.” Jin remembers forming the words, Taehyung settling beside him on the river bank. “The moon, he gazes at you every night, I can feel it.” 

“No.” Taehyung shakes his head. “When i saw you, Seokjin, I saw the world in a way I had never had before.

Taehyung - the memory fades, gone before Jin could get to parts he doesn’t want to remember. Too good for him, Taehyung. He looks up at the cherry blossom tree, weighed down with blossoms. Beautiful, quiet Taehyung, who had asked for so little and gotten even less.

Lessons that it was too late for him to learn now, Jin thinks to himself. He couldn’t go back in time and change the way things were, and maybe that was the true curse of it all.

Namjoon is starting to remember, and they both realize it about the same time, the man sitting on the river bank, lounging in the feel of mid-spring. Wondering just how long the blossoms would stay on the trees here. 

“I’m having weird dreams.” Namjoon confesses. “Of a man.” Jin is far too concerned, far too quickly, not even complaining at the lack of snack. “A...beautiful man.” He adds on, cheeks heating in a way that Jin knows all too well. If he could smirk, he would smirk - the familiar thrill of the chase not lost on him, even now. “And I don’t think i’ve ever seen him before.” Namjoon is frowning lightly at the water, well - at the fish.

“He reminds me of someone - but at the same time, no one I know.” He confesses, knowing full well that even to the fish he must sound ridiculous. “And he says I’ve seen him before, or - or met him before.” Namjoon is frustrated, even Seokjin can tell, he bubbles a little, trying to sooth the man. “I just want to know why - “ He sighs. “I know why, its because - its because I need to get laid.” The confession makes the fish freeze, literally, all movement stopping. 

“I am trying so hard, you know I went on a date last night?” The confession makes Jin lap anxiously around his legs. “it didn’t go as well as I hoped.” Namjoon sighs, enjoying the coolness of the river water against his skin. It is suddenly hot, too hot. “But...a date is a date - and - well, i’m not getting any younger.” 

A date. Jin might be old, far older than any other being he would be talking to, certainly older than a foolish mortal boy, but he knew the word date. Had seen many along the banks of the river he called home. 

He could feel himself frown, bubbles rising to the surface of the water as he glared at Namjoon, tail thrashing behind him. The other man was in no way required to entertain men for the sake of his age. It made Jin - well it upset him. 

Namjoon watches, sees how the fish seems to disagree with this notion. Bubbles gathering at the water’s edge as he sways his tail. Namjoon is struck by how disapproving he seems. Can….can fish feel that emotion? Disapproval? 

“Don’t look at me like that, I feel judged!” Nothing, his expression doesn’t change, and Namjoon grimaces. The last thing he wants after the day he’s had is even the fish judging him. “What if I give you the sharp cheddar cheez-its this time? I know they’re your favorite.” 

They ARE his favorite, and Namjoon is the only one of the human crowd who still thinks to bring him offerings that brings the strange and delightful crackers. The tail thrashing ceases, though his eyes still hold that frown. He wishes he could speak to Namjoon then, tell him that as a priest of his - he do not need to - to date. Jin will take care of his every need and more - but he cannot, not yet at least. 

And so he just waits until Namjoon is sighing, muttering something about a conscious spirit in the fish, pulling out the bag, breaking the pieces up as he feed them to him

“Sometimes I think you don’t really love me, or my company.” Namjoon stares at him, an amused, albeit sad look on his face. “You just come here for my cheez-its.” 

No, Jin thinks to himself. Its Namjoon that comes to him, time and time again, and he doesn’t want it to stop - something that his statements only put into perspective. Namjoon had gone on a date, had met with a mortal, and he had not...had not known.

The emotion that Seokjin feels is...Jealousy, and he doesn’t like it one bit.

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Alastor x Demon! Reader ( SCENARIO ) Christmas Miracles.

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New to Hell and struggling to let go of your mortality, you decide to convince your boyfriend to celebrate Christmas in Hell. 

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Hey, hey! Merry Christmas to those that celebrate it, I really wanted to do something with Alastor being soft and sappy with a Christmas-loving reader ;; w ;; i hope you enjoy this! 

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◍ To most everyone in Hell, Christmas was nothing more than an afterthought. Once you were dead, time was barely something that was monitored at all ━ It’s not like anyone was going anywhere. It was already over, what did you have to look forward to? What was the point? The only countdown that really mattered was the annual purge. Not really a holiday, not really something to celebrate. Hell didn’t have many (if any) holidays.

◍ You were a new arrival down here, just scraping a year now ━ It felt like no time at all since your last Christmas. No one would have thought it would have been the last one you celebrated with your family, alive and well. Not even you. 

◍ Each day you felt your humanity slipping further and further away from you. You were no longer a human and that was difficult to face. It wasn’t actually like you even deserved to be here! Wrong place, wrong time some may say. You were sacrificed by a cult. The leader of which… Well, it wasn’t something you liked to think about. 

◍ Maybe… Celebrating a human holiday, even in Hell, might make you feel a little less, you know, dead? It was clear to those around you that you were having trouble adapting to your new life and were still desperately clinging to the life you once had. You still wished to celebrate birthdays, you were afraid of the dark / bugs / spiders, and you would find yourself breathing out of habit. You didn’t need to, none of your friends did… they all said it would be a habit you would drop with time. 

◍  They all kept preaching to you that with acceptance, it would get easier. 

◍  During your time down here, you had become particularly fond of a certain overlord that was sniffing around the hotel. To your surprise (and everyone else’s) it seemed he had become rather fond of you too. It wasn’t an official relationship, he just seemed to tolerate you more than he tolerated the others. With the occasional romantic gesture. 

◍ You were the first person that made him feel something he didn’t quite understand — like a squeeze in his chest. Emotional intimacy was not something he was at all used to! But he was trying to get there. Have mercy on anyone who thought they could upset you and get away with it… Alastor had made it apparent that he would show no mercy to anyone who dared upset you. 

◍ With these newfound emotions, Alastor also had a hard time letting you down or saying no. So when you had brought up to him that you wanted a Christmas, as much as you had expected him to laugh in your face and flat out give “no” for an answer, he considered it for a few moments. His hand outstretched and took your face between his thumb and forefingers, crimson orbs focusing on your very best puppy look. The fact you felt like you needed to give him that look amused him. At least you didn’t see him as a push over just because he had made life in Hell a little easier for you, and you were still very much putting some effort and thought into the things you requested of him.

◍ “Dear, does our setting not take away from the entire meaning of Christmas?”

◍ He had tried to understand your request. Alastor could only remember one time he had celebrated Christmas, and it wasn’t in Hell. It was as a boy with his mother, sat by the fire on the 25th, the two of them bed-headed and still in pyjamas. A fond memory of his, though he didn’t remember the day well other than those few moments. He couldn’t even remember what laid within the decorative paper once he’d torn it open. 

◍ You knew Alastor wasn’t a demon who had ever had much interest in ANY holiday, whether it be celebrated in Hell or not, and even though many referred to him as “a mortal soul”, you found it hard to believe the demon you had grown to love was EVER human. Perhaps wielding a human body… but you doubted he truly understood what it meant to be alive. 

◍ After a few whimpers spilled from your lips, your small hands gently clasping against the wrist of the hand that held your chin, you noted that his shoulders bounced in a chuckle — perhaps in a frequency too low for your ears to pick up on. 

◍ How could he say no to you, to that face? That adorable little whimper. He let go of your chin and returned his hand to its place atop his microphone. You could practically hear the gears turning in his brain, weighing up the options. Should he let you have this? Would it be something beneficial for you?

◍ That was usually how he decided what demands of yours he would give into, and which ones he wouldn’t. Would it be beneficial for you, would it help you adapt more to THIS life? 

◍ “I just want to feel like me. Every day I feel my humanity, the person I used to be, slipping further and further away from my grasp. Like if I reached a little farther I could hold onto it just a little longer. I’m not ready to let go of it all yet, Alastor… This all feels like a horrible nightmare. The only silver lining to his dark cloud has been you…”

◍ You were practically biting back tears as you spoke, explaining why you desperately wanted to celebrate such a holiday. He was quiet once again, perhaps revaluating his first decision. 

◍ He hated seeing you upset. He hated seeing you cry. Not that you liked throwing a little pity party to get your own way, he was very susceptible to what we’re real tears and which were crocodile tears because he hadn’t given into you. He said yes. Yes to your very own Christmas in hell. 

◍ A flick of his wrist was all it took, a flash of green melting away, leaving behind heaps of perfectly placed faux snow, twinkling Christmas lights and reefs hung on every door. It was like something from a Christmas movie, the very scene before you unlocking some childhood memory you had forgotten you even had — the time you went to the Christmas light gardens at the snowy park with your parent(/s).

◍ You twirled around, the awe clear on your face as you took in the picture perfect sight. “Perfect” was really the only word to describe the scene before you… you felt your grin falter ever so slightly. Of course he noticed.

◍ “ You do not like it. “ 

◍ You felt yourself wince at the comment, a comment you were sure was supposed to come out a question. But he was right … you didn’t like it. There was nothing comforting or homely, loving, about this. 

◍ In a desperate attempt to prove yourself wrong you spun around once again, searching for the smallest piece of misplaced snow, a reef without a candy striped bow, a light that was out of sync with the rest or that didn’t work at all — you couldn’t find a single fault with it. 

◍ “ It’s not that I don’t like it!”

◍ “Then what is it?”

◍ “I was just hoping that the Christmas would feel a little more homely, and not as much magic would be involved. The fun part is putting UP the Christmas decorations! Sure they won’t be as perfect as this… but that’s what makes Christmas special. It’s a holiday you build together.”

◍ The smile on his mouth never faltered. Never, ever. Not even when you were rambling about the Christmas you wanted to put together yourself — with him. With the Hotel staff, your friends. The demons you had come to love over the last few months of residing there… 

◍ Another flash of green, the hotel walls were bare with nothing but Charlie’s family portraits littering the walls once more. However, the same decorations were crammed into boxes, red, green and white spewing out of the bursting cardboard. 

◍ You seemed happier at the sight of the tearing boxes than you did at the Christmas wonderland he had created for you in mere seconds. Some things just couldn’t be reached with magic. 

◍ It wasn’t long before the word had gotten around to the rest of the gang that you and Alastor were putting up Christmas decorations — They decided to join you. Charlie seemed the most enthusiastic about it! 

◍ In order, they joined Charlie & Vaggie ( together, coming back from business elsewhere ), Angel, Nifty and the last to join was Husk, who had earned himself the nickname of “Hinch” ( Husk / Grinch ). He was not in the Christmas spirit, however Nifty couldn’t reach the top of the portraits to hang tinsel from them! He enjoyed watching her struggle for a few moments, then it got sad. So he decided to step in and help! You think he liked it really.

◍ And what good would Christmas be without Christmas music, Santa hats and funky hair accessories, and ugly sweaters? 

◍ Alastor was not a fan of the itchy, red sweater. He also wasn’t a fan of the jingling reindeer horns that were placed on his head and the light - up red nose clipped to the tip of his, courtesy of Angel. But… he tolerated it for an hour or two. 

◍ He thought you looked rather adorable in a sparkly Santa hat … 

◍ It took hours to decorate the seemingly endless floors of the Happy Hotel, and by the end it was getting worse and worse. Even you were putting less effort into your own plan! It looked nothing, nowhere near, anything like what Alastor had created for you. The faux snow was too sparse in some places and over flowing in others, tinsel was messily draped and thrown everywhere and on every string of lights you could spot at least one that didn’t work. It was perfect! 

◍ Having left with Angel about an hour before you guys finished up the last few floors remaining, Nifty had baked Gingerbread demons. They were like gingerbread men, only some of these had limbs missing, extra appendages, and funny faces drawn on with icing. Angel was having fun drawing boobs on them. 

◍ You decided to watch horror movies in place of Christmas movies, since finding Christmas movies for rental in Hell was like looking for a needle in a Haystack. Hot cocoa, gingerbread demons, you were content on the lap of your love, one arm lazily holding your waist.

◍ None of you had gotten each other gifts, due to none of it being expected or plans, so instead you shared the happy memories you had! Happy memories in Hell were few and far between, but you were glad everyone could think of at least one to share. Even Husk joined in with this one!

◍ The night drew in, it got later and one by one the Hotel Staff retreated to their own rooms. It was just you and Alastor now… still perched on his lap, the cold dregs of once-hot cocoa remaining in your cup, you nestled your back into him. His arm tightened around your middle protectively, a purr sounding against your right ear. It always made you shudder. 

◍ “Thank you for making today special, Alastor.”

◍ You turned on his thighs to face him, smiling pink-cheeked up at him. He pressed a claw to your lips, his other arm leaving your waist momentarily. A flick of his wrist, a small flash of green — he was holding a piece of mistletoe. 

◍ You swore you felt your heart leap in your chest, whether that was even possible or not, you felt something. You felt a twinge of excitement and anxiety. You knew what he was after, and you had been hoping for this for a while too. 

◍ “May I?”

◍ His voice was much softer, a hand cupping the side of your face gently. Lips parted and ready for him, you gave a single nod before his mouth was pressed to yours. The kiss was slightly clumsy, yet it was passionate and needy. One hand on your face, the other half-heartedly holding up the piece of mistletoe as he melted against your mouth with a purr of pleasure.

◍ That was the first time he had kissed you, and for someone who didn’t know what he was doing too much, you had loved every second.

◍ “Merry Christmas, my sweet.”

[lovabletomholland]

The Beach House- Chapter 6

Tom Holland Imagine (Tom Holland x Reader)

Word Count: 1,405

Warnings: Language, Angst, Fluff (that’s it for now, will add to it if needed)

Summary: You know Tom has spoken to Harry but he hasn’t told you anything about it and it is driving you crazy. The whole house finds out about the fact that you and Tom are together. Nikki seems to be very happy about it but you mother does not. Later, something puts a damper on your happiness.

A/N: Finally! Here is Chapter 6. Sorry it took so long, it took me longer than anticipated to get it how I wanted it. I hope you all enjoy this chapter and thank you all so much for the support and feedback! It still blows my mind. Hope you all have a lovely day!

Previously - Chapter 5

It's been a few days but you know Tom has talked to Harry. You saw Tom leaving his room later that day. He hasn't told you about it though and it is driving you crazy. You just want to know that Harry is okay, you don't need details (though that would be nice) of what happened. Things have gotten a little better between you and Harry but it's not how it used to be. It's stressing you out. At least things are going good with you and Tom.

There is one thing you have noticed. Tom won’t even hold your hand when Harry is around. That makes you wonder but you just feel like there is no way his problem could possibly be that. The two of you have been best friends for so long, you push that thought out of your head and try to relax. You feel a touch on your arm and open your eyes to see Tom smiling down at you. You were laying down on a chair by the pool. "Hey beautiful." You scoot over a little as he sits down next to you and his hand moves to your cheek, caressing it. You lean into his touch, a smile on your face, "Hello handsome." He leans over and pecks your lips a couple times before straightening back up. "I'll be down at the beach with Harrison and Will if you need me, okay?" He leans back over and kisses your nose. "Okay," you smile, "are you ever going to tell me what was up with Harry?" You can't help but ask. "He will tell you when he is ready," Tom smiles. He pats your leg before he gets up, "See you later." *** You knock on the twin's door a little later that day. You couldn't help yourself. This silence from Harry was driving you nuts. He's always been the one you were closest to while you were here. "Come in," Sam calls out and you push the door open slowly. The boys were in their beds on either side of the room. Sam looks up and smiles at you before he looks at his brother. They share a look and Sam gets up, "Well I'm heading to the beach. Talk to you guys later." He grabs his swimming trunks and towel and then he is gone, the door clicks shut behind him. "Hey," Harry smiles at you. He sits up and closes his laptop. "Look, I'm sorry for how I've been acting," he shrugs, "I was being selfish." "No you haven't. Everyone has a right to go through something. I just wanted to know what it was so I could help you." Harry snorts, "Y/N, this wasn't something you could help me with. Trust me." You sigh, "Will you ever tell me?" You thoughts go back to what you were thinking earlier today but no that simply can’t be it. "Of course. When I am ready, not right now." He smiles, "Don't worry about it, okay?" "We're still friends?" "Always." "Okay." You'll let it go for now because you can tell it's what he needs and if your thought are correct that would simply be the best. *** A few days later things have become almost normal between you and Harry and you are relieved. You missed your movie nights with him. He is like a brother to you, sometimes he gets you better than your own brother. Maybe that's because you're the same age. You've had an amazing day with Tom and now you're watching a movie with Harry. Things feel normal, perfect. You kind of wish you never stopped coming here. Maybe you and Tom would have got together sooner, then again maybe not. You will never know, it's not something you can change so there is no point wondering about what ifs. Besides you enjoyed your summers with your dad anyways. You wouldn't change those for the world.

“What are you thinking about?” Harry asks.

“What makes you think I am thinking about something?” you ask him. “I’m watching the movie,” you grin at him.

“I can tell by the look on your face,” Harry chuckles.

“You know me so well,” you shrug. “Just things. Nothing important.”

“Okay.” *** Over the next week you really enjoy yourself. It's the best summer of your life. Hell, not just summer but just the best week of your life. It's been blissful. You can't stop smiling even when your brother teases you. Unfortunately, he caught you and Tom in the middle of a heavy make-out session and haven't left either of you alone about it since. So naturally the whole house found out, not that you were going to keep it from them. Mostly you just wanted to keep it from your annoying older brother. You can't help but catch the approving smiles Nikki has on her face when she sees you and Tom holding hands. Your mom doesn't seem too pleased about it though, you've caught her frowning a few times when she sees you with him. She hasn't said anything about it yet but you know she will soon. You can tell when she is getting antsy and boy was she getting antsy. It seems like that time will be now, you can see her waiting on you as you walk up from the beach hand in hand with Tom. "Do you mind if I talk to my daughter for a second?" She asks Tom with a tight smile on her face. "Yes ma'am, of course." Tom kisses your cheek and then walks to the door. He turns around and gives you a worried look before heading inside. You quietly follow your mom into her room and sit on the bed, waiting for her to speak up. She sighs and sits next to you, "I fear you may be moving a little too fast with Tom. I don't want you to get hurt." "Mom, you've known Tom his whole life. You know he's a good guy. He wouldn't hurt me." "Yes, but no one ever intentionally means to do it. He has a crazy life now. Girls throwing themselves at him everywhere he goes. People wanting to know about every aspect of his life, especially who he's dating. Some fans will be cool with it but some will be very harsh. So again I just don't want to see you hurt." You've already witnessed the harsh side that comes with him having fans, not that you plan on telling her that. "Mom. I can take care of myself. Plus he makes me happy. So very happy," you can't help but smile just thinking about him. A small smile appears on your mom's face, "I know sweetie. God, you've had a crush on him forever. I knew one day he would open his eyes and see you too. I just wish he hadn't become an actor. That changes people." "Mom, you've seen him all summer. He hasn't changed. You know Nikki raised him right." The only change you see is that he is closer to his brothers and tries his best to even include Paddy, who is the youngest. "I know, but I will always worry, okay? So just be careful and that goes with all boys, not just him." You wrap your arms around your mom and hug her tightly, "Of course." You kiss her cheek before leaving the room. When you open Tom's door you see he has his suitcase out on the bed and it looks like he is packing. "Why are you packing?" You ask, confused. You still had a week and three days left here. He gives you a sad smile, "Sorry Y/N. I've been meaning to talk to you about this. It just never seemed to be the right time but I guess now it is. I leave in two days. We start shooting Spider-Man 3 soon." "Oh." That's all you say. That's all you can say. Reality just hit you. Hard. You didn't think that would happen for another week at least. You thought you had that time with him but you don't. He leaves in two days to go back to his crazy life and soon you'll be back in classes. You'll both be busy, how can this ever work? That's just it, it can't and that knowledge has hit you sooner than you would have wanted it to.

Chapter 7

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