#biggest congrats darling!! you deserve all the best things and I hope you like this!!

[duskholland]

The Fame Game (Epilogue) - Tom Holland

Summary ↠ Three years later, you and Tom are back at the Oscars.

Word count ↠ 3.3k

Warnings ↠ Alcohol mention, slightly suggestive but not really, lots and lots of fluff.

A/N ↠ I can’t believe we’re here! The epilogue! Thank you so much to everyone that’s supported me and the fic over the last three months :’) If you know me, you’ll know I really struggle committing to series, so the fact I made it here, without missing any updates, is something I’m very proud of tbh. I hope that you’ve liked the story :) The biggest thank you ever has to go to V, mischiefandi, for helping me so much in the early stages of this story... Thank you again for always listening to me <3 Additionally, a huge huge thank you to everyone that’s read, commented and sent in asks! I hope the epilogue doesn’t disappoint :)

POST-CREDITS SCENE: The Oscars: Take Two (Y)

The atmosphere at Vanity Fair’s Oscars after-party is electric.

The soft boom of the latest pop tunes seeps into the air, mixing with the warm lights and the sounds of clinking champagne flutes. The room holds Hollywood’s best, and it seems no matter which direction you tilt your head, your eyes find themselves settling over a familiar face. You’re walking amongst legends tonight, and with your hands grasped around two glistening trophies, you finally feel at home.

“Congratulations, Y/N. I’m so proud of you.”

You’re drawn away from your thoughts by the unmistakable voice of your friend Joe Keery. As you finally drag your eyes away from the golden Oscars in your hands, a smile splits across your face.

“Thanks, Joe,” you say, flashing him a blinding smile. “I still can’t believe it.”

Joe chuckles, eyeing your awards with pride in his eyes. “Two, eh?” He leans closer to elbow you, chuckling when you glare at him. “Not too shabby for your first year nominated.”

“Not too shabby at all.”

It’d been crazy - every single second of it. From the moment the nominations were announced, and you’d seen your name listed not only in one category but in two, you’ve been a whirlwind of nerves, excitement, and pride. You don’t think you’ve ever been as shocked as you’d felt when your name had been called out as the winner, not once, but twice tonight. Best Actress and Best Supporting Actress, the latter of which was won for a performance in the same film which had brought about the evening’s Best Actor…

“And Tom?” Joe says, grinning. “Oscar-Winning couple, starring in a critically-acclaimed film together. Must feel pretty good, right?”

You chuckle, shaking your head as you look down at your golden trophies. “I can’t believe it,” you mutter. “I really just… Can’t believe it.”

You feel a presence behind you, and then there’s the warm touch of a hand curling around your waist. You sink into it, tilting your head to the side, letting your eyes fall on Tom, your boyfriend. With a proud smile on his lips and his own golden award held in his free hand, he’s almost glowing tonight.

“Evening, Joe,” Tom greets. Finally comfortable at your side, he leans up and presses a quick kiss to your cheek. His deep cologne sweeps across you, and you bask in the familiar tones. “Good night?”

Joe nods. “Oh yeah,” he agrees, inclining his head towards Tom’s trophy. “Congrats, man.”

“Thank you.” Tom holds his award nearer his face, a deep frown line forming between his eyes. “I always thought it would be heavier?” He muses, running his thumb over the head of it. “But it’s pretty light. Look.”

What your boyfriend does next makes your blood turn cold. He easily and haphazardly throws his Oscar at Joe, who somehow startles in time to catch it, but not before letting out a stream of expletives.

“Tom!” You exclaim, eyes widening. “Don’t throw your Oscar around!”

He grins wickedly, brown eyes dancing. “Sorry, darling,” he murmurs, kissing your cheek again. “Got a bit giddy.”

Tom’s been walking on air recently, you’ve noticed. You’d put it down to the buzz of nerves that’d characterised your last few days too, but even now, Tom’s vibrating with something. He’s been very affectionate with you, and whilst Tom is by no means a selfish lover, you can’t recall a time where he’s been glued to your hip quite as much as he’s been this last week. Always hanging around with open arms or warm lips or soft words, Tom has made it known, every second of every day, just how much he loves you. Which is a lot, apparently.

And you love him too, of course. You love him like you’ve never loved anyone else.

“You’re always giddy,” you tease. You manage to hold both of your trophies in one hand and use the other to reach up and tidy some of the hair from his face. Tom’s hair is longer now - less wavy and longer, grown a little older as the both of you have over the past three years. Looking at him now, you see a man - a very handsome, very loving man - and you’re proud of who he’s grown into.

“Only around you, love.”

Your lips roll into a soft smile, and you lean in to kiss him quickly. Tom’s mouth is warm against yours.

“Ew.” Joe’s voice interrupts your moment, and you pull away sheepishly. “Take your trophy and get out of here, you two.”

Tom reaches out and takes back his Oscar, giving Joe a fist bump. “Thanks, man. Have a good night.” There’s a moment where Joe and Tom look at one another, and Joe’s gaze flutters over to you, and you feel something there, between them - an unspoken secret. But before you can comment on it, Tom’s reaching out for your open hand and slipping his into it, and you’re moving off through the crowd again.

“I’m so tired,” you admit, stifling a yawn. You quickly smooth a smile over your face, noting with appreciation how the crowd of the afterparty seem to move out of your way. Your Oscars bring you a sort of power, and with three between you, it would seem that you and Tom are trading in top tier currency. “Can’t wait to get home and sleep.”

“Sleep?!” Tom exclaims, voice low. He squeezes your hand, glancing back to smirk at you. “As if.”

You raise your eyebrows as Tom guides you out the entrance of the party.

“What, you don’t think we’ll be sleeping later?” You ask, resting your cheek on Tom’s shoulder as you walk down the steps of the building together.

“Absolutely not.”

“Why’s that?”

Tom looks at you, eyes briefly flicking out over your figure. “You know why, darling.” He squeezes your hand before stepping nearer to kiss you. Your lips stay together a little longer, and you hum against his mouth. “You look bloody stunning in that dress, lovie,” he murmurs. His teeth brush your lower lip, and you feel your face warm. “Been thinking about ravishing you all night.”

You swallow, tilting your head to the side before kissing him again, briefly. “We’ll see,” you reply. You wink as you step back, turning around and looking out at the lines of cars before you make eye contact with your driver. “C’mon, winner. I don’t trust the house to still be standing. I still can’t believe you let Harrison and your brothers housesit tonight.”

Tom’s indignant as he follows you into the car, and for the drive back to your house in the Hills, you carry on your bickering. It’s interrupted by kisses and jokes and touches, though, and it’s all so familiar it makes your heart soar. He’s always kept you on your feet, and out of all the things that have changed since you got together, that fact has remained: no one makes you feel as intensely riled up as Tom.

“I still don’t understand why you wanted them to housesit,” you muse. The gravel of the driveway crunches beneath your feet as you walk up towards your house, wobbling a little in your heels. Tom offers you an arm, and you gratefully loop yours through it, your hands still holding your awards. You’d only brought a bag big enough to hold one Oscar, not two. “It’s not like anyone was going to break in. We have security.”

Tom just clears his throat, the sound deep and guilty. “Harrison’s idea,” he says, quickly. “They wanted to be nearer the action.”

“Yeah, or they wanted to use the wine cellar.”

Before you can continue your conversation, the front door opens and Harrison pokes his head out, eyes widening as he looks down at the trophies in your hands.

“Aye!” He calls out, clapping loudly. “Congratulations, you two.”

As you enter the house and ditch your coat and shoes by the door, there’s an interlude in which you pass around your awards and receiving raucous applause from your friends. Harry and Sam pose dramatically in front of the staircase, fighting over which one of them gets to carry two of the awards, and you hold up a phone, taking photos of it all. In the corner of the room, you see Harrison pulling Tom aside and whispering something into his ear. Before you can pay them much attention, you’re distracted by Harry deciding to try and balance Tom’s Oscar on his head.

It’s very wholesome, and you and Tom end up coerced into another series of photos together. It’s less formal than it was at the show, and Tom sheds his suit-jacket as you enjoy posing without the strain on your feet from your heels. Harrison barges in too, and then there’s a round of shots with all five of you together, laughing, talking, messing around.

On their way out, both Harry and Sam pull you in for hugs, and then Harrison takes your hands and looks at you, hard. There’s a seriousness to him that you’ve never seen before, and tears form in his eyes as he splutters out a quiet,

“I’m proud of you, Y/N.”

“Harrison,” you whine, feeling a lump in your throat. “Don’t make me cry again.”

“Sorry.” Your friend drops one of your hands and rubs at his eyes, laughing softly. “I’m just proud of you - both of you. You deserve this so much and I’m glad to call you my friend.”

You sniff loudly, cursing softly when you feel a stray tear fall down your cheek. “Thanks, Haz,” you mutter, pulling him in for a hug.

You leave Harrison with Tom as your guests leave, and walk into the living room to collapse on the sofa. You groan as you let yourself relax, sinking into the cushions. Something of an adrenaline high crashes over you, and suddenly the thought of crawling into bed and sleeping the night away sounds very tempting.

“Y/N,” Tom says, startling you. You open your eyes and find your boyfriend standing in front of you, smiling softly. He rocks back on his feet, briefly biting at his lower lip. “Come with me.”

You look at his inviting hand sceptically.

“Where?”

“It’s a surprise.”

You hum, reaching up and taking his hand in yours. You glance at your wrist, noticing with fondness in your eyes how nice his watch looks wrapped around your hand. Over the years, you’ve made a habit of always trying to keep something of his to hand - his watch, his hat, his sunglasses. It doesn’t matter the occasion - you always like to carry something with you that reminds you of Tom. It works vice-versa, and you know that beneath Tom’s dress shirt hangs one of your favourite necklaces.

Your friends think it’s sickeningly romantic. You think it’s cute. Tom loves it.

“What do you mean, a surprise?” You ask, following Tom through the house. He’d moved into your LA home two years ago, his mark evident in the fluffy throws and the various stains on the walls.

Tom shrugs, rolling his thumb over the back of your hand. He leads you upstairs. “A surprise,” he repeats. “Stop asking so many questions, darling.”

You rest your head on Tom’s shoulder, sighing happily. “You’re very romantic, you know that?”

Tom chuckles, pausing outside your closed bedroom door. He looks nervous, and he drops your hand to run his hand through his hair.

“Right.” He stops, clearing his throat, hand shifting to the doorknob. “In here.”

You wait a moment for him to do something, but he doesn’t. “Are you going to open the door?” You ask, teasing, but reaching up to rest a hand on his shoulder. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. Sorry.” Tom shakes his head, a bright smile finally finding his lips. “Crazy night.”

“Definitely.”

Tom turns around and finally opens the door, stepping aside and inviting you inside. A soft gasp falls past your lips as you walk into the bedroom and take in the scenes around you.

Someone’s been in your room since you were flurrying around eight hours earlier, tearing your wardrobe apart before the show. It’s been cleaned, the bed made and spread out with a few rose petals, and the lights are dimmed down low. The doors to the balcony are open, and through them, you can make out a large stand with a bottle of champagne.

“Tom!” You gasp. You turn around, jaw slackening further as your boyfriend procures a large bouquet of roses. The plastic crinkles as you accept them gratefully, taking a long breath and inhaling the deep romantic scent.

“Thought I’d do something nice for you,” he says, closing the door behind him. Tom smooths his hands over your waist, standing behind you and kissing up your neck as you laugh softly. “Come out to the balcony, love,” he murmurs, teeth brushing your ear.

“Was this why you had the others come over?” You ask, smiling.

“Mhmm.”

You pause to put the roses in a vase, and then let Tom wind his hand in yours and pull you out onto the balcony. It’s beautiful out here in the Hollywood Hills, and as he pours out two glasses of champagne and passes you a flute, you lean with your elbows on the railing and stare out across at the city. Shrouded in darkness, the city pulses with bright lights and distance car horns. There’s a warmth to the air that brings a smile to your lips, and a few strands of your hair drift around as the evening breeze caresses your face.

“Funny, isn’t it?” You say, closing your eyes. Tom’s just beside you, one of his hands resting over yours. He plays with your fingers before linking your pinkies together.

“Hm?”

“Do you remember the first time you were out here with me?” Tom releases a short hum, and you take that to mean the negative. “Well, it was back when I hated you. You came and you picked me up from set, and then you stayed the night. We came out here and we took photographs together.”

“Of course.” There’s mirth in his voice, and the sound of his familiar accent brings a smile to your face. You lean your head on his shoulder, looking back out across the city. “That was the first time we ever talked properly, too. I remember realising you weren’t that horrible, after all.”

You gasp. “Oi!”

Tom nudges your side. “Hey, you know you felt the same way about me too.” He turns slightly, and you feel the soft press of his lips against your temple. “We’ve come a long way since then.”

You hum, grinning. “A very long way.”

There’s a moment’s rest, then Tom kisses your forehead again and steps away from you. You whine at the loss, but continue to look out at the city, resting your chin in your palms. You’re aware of him walking over to the table with the champagne, but you’re too distracted by the distant flickering lights to pay much attention to him.

“I love you a lot, you know,” Tom calls out, voice wavering. He clears his throat, and you smile to yourself.

“I know,” you reply. “I love you too.”

“No, I love you, a lot.” Again, Tom clears his throat. You decide to turn around, your eyebrows furrowing as you realise you can’t see him, but then your eyes travel down, down, down, and you spot him.

Tom is down on one knee, brown hair wafting in the gentle evening breeze, holding a black velvet box in his hands.

“Tom?” You whisper, voice hoarse. Tears pool in your eyes and your heart drums in your chest as you realise what’s happening.

“Y/N,” he returns, a soft smile finding his lips when he meets your eyes. “I love you.” Tom glances down at the ring, chuckling. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long, but picking the right time has been so hard. So, I thought, hey, we’ve already won big tonight, why not add onto the excitement.”

You fan at your face, exhaling a deep breath.

“We have been through thick and thin together, and I am so, so glad that we came out the other side stronger for it. Your ambition and your drive make me want to be a better person, and every time I wake up beside you, it makes me want to be a better man, too. You make me better, and I love you for it.” Tom breaks off, eyes sparkling with tears as he looks up at you, meeting your gaze firmly. “I have never been more sure of anything else before. I know there’s nothing else I’d want to do than to spend the rest of my life with you. So… Y/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?”

You can barely still see him, through the tears in your eyes, but you nod. You nod, and then you fall down to your knees in front of him, and you wrap your arms around his neck.

“Of course I’ll marry you, Tom,” you get out, voice thick with emotion. “I love you more than anything.”

Tom puts the box aside and pulls you closer, and you share a kiss that rocks your world. Both of you are smiling, and it’s clumsy and salty, but you don’t care as you kiss him again and again, your hands winding into his hair. He is so perfect, absolutely perfect, and you have never felt this whole before.

“I love you so, so, so much, darling,” he says, speaking against your lips. You chuckle, humming your agreeing sentiments before kissing him again.

“I love you too.” You finally pull back, shifting your lips to brush against his nose before you glance down at the box. You grin, holding up your left hand as you wiggle your eyebrows.

“If you don’t like it, we can always get a different one,” Tom prefaces, his hands shaking as it takes him a few attempts to pull the ring from the velvet bed. His fingers are warm against yours, soft and gentle as he slides the band up your finger. Your eyes catch on the beautiful sparkling diamond, and you feel a tear roll down your cheek. “What do you think?”

“I think it’s perfect,” you say, rolling your thumb over the ring. You look up at Tom, wide-eyed and warm-hearted. “I think you’re perfect.”

“Not as perfect as you.”

You roll your eyes, your cheeks aching from the width of your smile. “You’re so cliché, Tom,” you tease, moving back to kiss his cheek. Your hands go to his shoulders, engagement ring glinting. “Are you going to be like this forever?”

Tom smiles, adoration floating in his bright brown eyes. “If you want me to be, yes.”

His lips find yours for one final time, and you bask in the feeling of him so close to you. After so long together, it feels like your souls have finally intertwined. Tom’s buried himself so deeply into your heart, into your life, that you know you’ll never get him out. You know you’d never want to.

“I love you,” you whisper. “Thank you for changing my life.”

His palm travels up to cup your cheek, warm fingertips stroking over your cheekbone. “It’s been my pleasure.”

FINIS.

extended a/n: 

thank you for reading the series, dear reader--the full thing is 59k! go you for getting through that much of my writing! I appreciate your time and willingness to enter this ‘verse with me <3

if you’ve got any thoughts on the series, please let me know! doesn’t matter how long it’s been since the series ended, I am always always always here to talk about these two :’)) would love to know what you think of their story!

we had a tfg blurb night! if you want to read any little extra bits, check out the masterpost for that here :)

#Tom Holland Oscar-Winner 2021 I’m calling it #tom holland x reader #tom holland #tom holland x y/n #tom holland fic #im not crying you're crying #tfg #y/n #y/n use #self insert #self-insert #this is the definition of fan service just i am the fan servicing myself #if anyone notices the direct parallel to the prologue lmk lmao im proud of that one

[jaehyunfirstlove]

hiiiii this is for your 1k followers special request hehe congrats on that btw! you deserve it cause you write amazing fics and because you love jaehyun as much as I do 😭 that man is just... 😔🤧 anyways haha I'd like to request maybe a special chapter for oh baby it's you? like how they're doing after the baby has grown up a little or any friends to lovers story you can think of 👉👈

Pairing: husband!jaehyun x f.reader

Genre: fluff

Warnings: slightly suggestive, swearing

Word count: 0.5k

A/N: aww thank you so much for your kind words, anon! and this fic is definitely my most popular, i think this is the second out of three requests for this one! anyway sorry it's short, hope you like it!

*A follow up to Oh baby it’s you

“Crap!”

“What did you say?”

“Crap!”

“Who taught you that?”

Giggles.

You walked in on the little conversation between your husband, Jaehyun, and your one-year-old son, Yuno, and you couldn’t help but snicker.

“Darling, why does our son know that word?” Jaehyun asked sweetly, throwing an arm around your shoulder.

You just shrugged. “I can’t help it if he listens to everything I say, and that he’s the smartest baby in the world, aren’t you, you cutie pie,” you pinched Yuno’s cheeks before picking him up, knowing that if you were carrying him then Jaehyun couldn’t retaliate against you for teaching your son inappropriate words.

Jaehyun just shook his head, but you could see the hint of a smile playing on his lips.

---

“Shit!”

“Yuno! You can’t say that word!”

“Shit! Shit! Shit!”

“Time out!”

Yuno toddled over to the time out chair, did his time with a frown on his face and his arms crossed, before he was finally released to play. You held your tongue as Jaehyun sighed.

“I’m sorry?” you eventually said, still trying not to laugh.

“I’m glad you think it’s funny, but we can’t have our one-year-old swearing like a sailor!” he reprimanded you, but he couldn’t hide the amusement in his face. You ended up both trying to suppress your giggles, while Yuno looked over at the two of you with a confused look.

---

The three of you were at the playground, when Yuno tripped and fell, skinning his knee. He burst into tears, and Jaehyun went over to pick him up.

“You’re alright, buddy,” Jaehyun said soothingly, patting him on the back as Yuno wrapped his arms around your husband’s neck and buried his tear-stained face in his shirt.

“Fuck!” Yuno exclaimed, his little voice mimicking yours when you were upset. Your face instantly heated up, a hand going to your mouth as Jaehyun turned to you in horror.

“Y/N, for crying out loud,” he said in an exasperated tone, rolling his eyes for effect. But the entire scene was just too funny for you that you couldn’t help yourself, and you burst into laughter. Jaehyun couldn’t help it and joined you, both of you shaking with laughter as Yuno looked between the two of you. Thinking that you were laughing at him, he burst into fresh tears, and Jaehyun was left to soothe him as best he could, with a promise of ice cream the only thing that finally made him calm down.

Later, as the two of you sat on a park bench watching Yuno play, Jaehyun finally decided to hold you accountable for your actions.

“So, I feel like you need to be punished for teaching our child inappropriate words.”

“Oh please, I remember a little boy with the biggest potty mouth of all.”

“True, but I wasn’t a year old.”

“Touché.”

“You gonna take your punishment then?” he leaned in closer, his breath hot against your ear.

“What did you have in mind?” you breathed, trying not to get aroused in the middle of a playground.

“Once Yuno’s asleep, you’ll find out.”

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Thank you for 1k!

#jaehyun imagines #jaehyun x reader #jaehyun fluff #nct imagines #nct fluff

[loth-wolffe]

Hi! Congratulations on the 400 !!!!!

you are amazing and deserve all the love of this world!!!!

For this ship game: I'm very shy at first, but when I build trust with people I become quite talkative (maybe too much) and I'm always doing stupid things that make people laugh. My friends always tell me that I am very loyal and protective of them. I've always thought that Fives and I would be best friends and do a lot of stupid things together. Lately, I have a hobby of embroidery and I have embroidered a lot of pennants of things that I like and mean a lot to me *cof* star wars *cof* .

(I would like to be paired with a clone)

Thanks, and again Congrats!!!! love you.

PD: I suck on tumblr I hope I did this right jajaja.

NICKY MY BABEY. HI I LOVE YOU. THANK YOU SO MUCH. Y O U DESERVE THE WORLD MY DARLING DEAR

celebrate with me ✨

you say... fives as best friend. but what about fives as boyfriend.

but. u know. if it's not fives. what about wrecker my dearest, the light of my life?

LISTEN. just hear me out alright. wrecker is a sweetheart. he is the loveliest fella you'll ever meet. and you guys would be so sOFT together. like. for real.

my mans is loud, nothing new here, and he's an extrovert through and through so he'd obviously would make the first move. bUT. he's a silly guy, so maybe you guys met in one of those nights at the 79's where the place is packed and maybe your friend went to the restroom and they are taking a bit too long bc maybe they making out with some shiny and you're starting to get a bit uneasy.

and wrecker's been watching u for a little while now and this is it !! he's gonna go and talk to you. but babe's kinda clumsy, and he stumbles and makes an not so smooth entrance and goes "uh- oh, uh hi!" and gives you this awkward, charming smile and HE LOOKS SO CUTE I SWEAR.

shy eyes because he just made a Ridiculous out of himself, hand rubbing the back of his neck and he sort of sits not so graciously on the stool beside you. and you giggle.

and I don't know why I'm writing this bc it has nothing to do with what you said about yourself but this is so cute and totally how I picture you two would be and anyways when you giggle wrecker finds his confidence bc oh woah you so cute he mUST hear that sweet sound you just made again and again until the end of times okay.

and you're a bit shy, short answers, blushing here and there, not meeting his eyes for longer than a second, fidgeting with the drink on your hand. but he's so sweet, and charming AND funny. and you started to loosen up as time passes, growing more comfortable with him by the second.

and a few dates later and you can't shut up and wrecker is here for it. he loves your voice and how your eyes light up when you ramble about something you like. and he loves your laugh and your smile and how you look at him and he's so wrapped around your finger u know.

you two are always doing stupid things to make the other laugh, that's a FACT. because he loves your laugh and you love his and it's so easy to be with him, to love him so much and so hard. it's easy for butterflies flutter in your stomach when he's around, too.

and you're very protective of each other, wrecker's always making sure you're alright and feeling good. and you're always defending him when needed, maybe you can't do much with your firsts in comparison to wrecker, but you always have a quick remark when someone says something not so nice to him.

AND THE EMBROIDERY !!! (actually had to translate what the f was that and sincerely thought it was something that had to do with death i- I'm a dumbass and I'm sorry lmao) BUT ANYWAYS THAT WOULD BE SO 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 FRICKING CUTE.

like imagine. JUST IMAGINE. you're making this little thingy and wreckers like "ohh what's that" and he tries. to like. do something on his own. but his fingers are so big and the needle is so small and he breaks it and he's all sad :(

baby just wanted to make something with you.

but you just go and sit on his lap, hands cupping his cheeks and YOU KNOW I IMAGINE HIM LIKE. IN THE 8 EPISODE. sad eyes looking down and you're like "it's alright baby. just a needle. no worries." and you kiss his lips.

and it's just a needle. but he's so used to destroying things and this one time. this one time he wanted to create something it all goes to shit.

but u know how there are this like, thick needles? well it might be a little messy, but he's !!! so happy !! and he tries to make something cute for you. like, maybe you have this pattern of uhhhh, flowers or whatever. and you teach him how to stitch and he's so happy!! so happyyyyy. and has the biggest smile on his face and sometimes he takes you on his lap and you do you and he does his but he kisses your temple from time to time and tells you what a good job you're doing and thIS IS SO SELF INDULGENT I WANT WRECKER AS MY BF.

sorry I'm gonna steal him away. you keep fives i-

AJSKAJS IM JOKING I CAN SHARE. but anyways let's keep going before I actually melt for how cute this is okay so. IMAGINE.

there's this one time where he came home with the biggest smile on his face, and he's vibrating with excitement. you can practically feel it.

"what's going on?" you ask at the same time he goes,

"close your eyes" and you give him a puzzled look and when you're about to do it because well. you trust him, he quickly adds "and give me your hand." his words are so calm, but you can see his eyes shining with this happiness and you've never seen him like that.

so you oblige, closing your eyes and extending your hand. and it's not long before you feel it. a soft fabric is placed in your hand and you smile so widely. you don't need to look to know what it is.

"you can open them." his voice is a whisper, and you know the change of tone is due confidence slipping away just a bit.

giving gifts is something so weird. to feel such excitement that is followed by a small uncertainty because you don't know if the person is going to love it and-

you do.

you gasp as soon as you see it.

it's his helmet stitched in a soft, beige fabric, surrounded by little flowers with your favorite colors and you don't miss the 99 at the top left.

it's beautiful, clumsy stitches adorning it whole, and there are a few spots where you can see the pattern he followed, some little holes of the times he missed placing the needle correctly are scattered around.

and you have tears in your eyes and haven't spoken yet and he's getting a bit nervous.

"i uh, i told omega the flowers were too much but–" and you meet his eyes, his caramel ones looking almost shy, soft, an excuse for his actions behind them in case you didn't like it.

he cuts himself off when he sees your face.

"it's beautiful." your voice is a threat, a light whisper he might've not heard if he wasn't paying so much attention to you. "i love it, thank you." it's the little smile on his lips that make you break from the whatever enchantment his gift put on you.

you couldn't love him more than right there, at that exact moment, clenching the cloth close to your heart as if you could keep it there forever, next to the muscle that swells for him.

#this is so fucking soft #i just k worded myself #i love wrecker so much #GUYS I LOVE WRECKER SO !!! MUCH !!! #ok no one asked #BUT ITS JUST THAT #he's my darling dear #my sunshine #my sweet soft baby #i love he #ari answers #ship games

[mojofun]

Not My Type (Sirius Black x Reader)

Hello earthlings :) This is an entry for This is an entry for a writing challenge I’m taking part in, launched by the wonderful @obsessedwithrandomthings​ for getting 500 followers; congrats again :) The prompt I chose this time was <<You look so good in my shirt>>. I can just imagine our dear Sirius using lame one-liners when flirting with girls, and this is the result. P.S. I’ve been listening to Motionless in White lately, so this thing is packed with lyrics references. Besides, Sirius looks like the kind of guy who would totally dig that style of music so I thought “why not?” I hope you enjoy it!

Gif not mine, credits to @snuffles-padfoot07

<<Remus?>>

No answer

<<Remus. Remus Lupin>>

Still silence

<<Remus John Lupin>>

Still no reply

<<Moony. Moony, Moony, Moony->>

<<WHAT?!>> The taller Marauder ultimately snapped, turning to glare at his bespectacled friend; said friend acted like nothing happened, simply holding up a slip of paper

<<Do you think Lily will like it?>>

Sighing, Remus gave the poem a skim before rolling his eyes

<<Won’t you give the poor girl a moment of reprieve, James?>>

<<Cmon, help a friend in need!>>

<<Why me?>>

<<You always has a way with words>>

A snort came from the opposite side of the room

<<And yet, he still got no date>>

Remus scowled

<<Prongs, why don’t you ask Padfoot then? Merlin knows Y/N loves his idiotic pickup lines>>

Sirius acknowledged the hit, rising from his bed and walking toward his two mates with a strut. Once there, he took James’s poem and read it, nodding in approval

<<Go for it, pal>>

<<What about you, oh great master of poetry?>> Moony teased, still miffed about Sirius’s jab <<How will you annoy your muse today?>>

The shorter male chuckled, smirking mischievously

<<Don’t worry, Moony. I’m very well-prepared>>

<<That’s exactly what worries me>>

              _______

<<Y/N! Y/N!>>

Sirius greeted the H/C girl who’d just walked in the class with her friends. As soon as she saw him, she groaned

<<Oh no>>

<<Come sit by me!>>

Another H/N patted her back soothingly while she face-palmed

<<I think I already know what my boggart’s gonna look like>>

<<Oh love, come on! You don’t need to be afraid of me!>>

<<I’m not scared: now that I think about it, you look like my boggart after I’ve cast Riddiculus>> The female deadpanned.

Sirius was stumped.

Beside him, Janes cackled

<<Your girl’s got sass, Padfoot>>

The other guy could only nod, watching as his crush took a seat as far as possible from him- or tried to: thanks to his distraction, all the other spots were occupied.

That meant she was sitting in the next desk. 

Y/N hoped that she’d successfully quelled the Gryffindor’s idiotic onslaught.

Well, she did... Just for a little while though

<<Such a sharp tongue for someone so pretty, doll>>

<<I also own very sharp blades, Black>> The girl countered, glaring at him <<Do not tempt me>>

<<I knew you couldn’t resist!>> He cackled

<<Yes, my killing instincts are very strong right now>>

The quaint theatre was interrupted by the arrival of Professor Silvanus Kettleburn, who immediately gave dispositions for the class

<<Very well. Today, you will work in pairs>>

The sentence every student dreaded, especially poor Y/N.

It seemed luck was not on her side that day because, when the professor announced her partner, she was faced with a smug Sirius, grinning from ear to ear

<<You know, my therapist says I’m afraid of commitment. Wanna help me prove em wrong?>>

<<Interesting. I’ve never wanted to commit more>>

<<Really?>>

<<Yes; a murder>> The E/C-eyed student walked away from him, heading toward the fire crab the professor had assigned them

<<Ready to give up, Padfoot?>>

<<Never>>

<<I don’t know whether to commend you on your tenacity or call you foolish>> Remus commented

<<She’s made of fire, but I can handle it. And no, James; I’m not talking about the crab>>

              _______

<<No no no no. Stop right there>>

<<What?>>

<<You need to chop those before feeding the crab>>

<<Oh>>

<<Give them to me>>

Sirius nodded, handing her the food and watching her cut it, slowly and precisely

<<Where have you been all my life?>>

<<Hiding from you>> Y/N replied coolly.

The boy cackled

<<You’re smart, funny, pretty, and you’ve got an insane amount of sass. You’re everything I’m looking for in a girl>>

<<Wow, I’m so lucky>>

It would have been impossible to ignore the sarcasm lacing her words, but Sirius didn’t acknowledge it

<<Would you want to go watch a movie with me this weekend?>>

<<I’ve already seen it>>

<<How can you know?>>

<<You’re asking me out again: I’ve already lived this horror enough to last me a lifetime>>

The older Black brother laughed, shaking his head in amusement

<<Alright, let me try again>>

<<Please no>>

<<Can I take you out on Saturday?>>

<<Sorry, I’m having a headache this weekend>>

<<What?>>

<<Leftovers from the one you’re giving me now>>

But you->>

<<Bitch you’d give a fucking aspirin a headache>> She growled.

Once again, Sirius was at a loss for words. Not only had Y/N just used two swear words in a sentence, but he knew he’d already heard those words somewhere...

<<Wait a second. You listen to Motionless In White?>>

He cried out. The female snorted

<<Are you kidding me? They’re one of my favourite bands>>

<<I like them too>>

Finally, the tension between them seemed to dissipate. Finally, Sirius’s smile was not a smug grin but a real, happy smile.

Finally, Y/N smiled genuinely back at him.

How cliché would it be to say that they felt like they were the only ones in the world at the moment?

(Fire crab aside)

And yet, that exactly how they felt.

It was so exhilarating that Sirius just had to try again

<<Y/N?>>

<<Yes?>>

<<I know the only words that you have for me are give up and get out>> The girl chuckled, prompting him to continue <<but I’m here to stay, forever and always>>

She laughed more. It was not sarcastic or mirthless but a true, joyous laugh

<<You know, you’re not so bad once I get past the smug act>>

<<I feel like that’s the biggest compliment you ever paid me>>

<<You’re probably right, but don’t get ahead of yourself. My killing instinct are not raging right now: let’s keep it that way, shall we?>>

<<I’m ready to bleed to make amends>> He joked. The young woman cachinnated, shoving him playfully

<<You idiot. You’re making it hard not to like you>>

<<That was my objective>>

<<Continue on this road and you might just achieve it>>

<<I will. Besides, I know better than to tease you when you’re chopping stuff with a knife; you warned me>>

Y/N cackled one more time, shaking her head in amusement.

It was an incredibly welcome turn of events.

              _______

Later that day, the two students sat together for lunch in the Great Hall, discussing anything that came to mind. Mostly their favourite bands.

The more they found out they had similar tastes the more engaged they became.

It was quite a sight. It surely left Remus and James gobsmacked: they would have never thought Y/N would actually want to be with Sirius. Didn’t he annoy her as much as James did Lily, with his dumb pickup lines?

Apparently not.

Their surprise grew even more when their friend suddenly asked her on a date- nothing new there.

They’d enjoyed endless attempts by Padfoot to win the heart of the smart and beautiful H/N.

Her answer, on the other hand, was something entirely unexpected

<<Yes, Sirius: I will go on a date with you>>

The black-haired Marauder offered her a huge smile, making her laugh

<<Thank you, darling. You won’t regret it>>

<<I certainly hope not>>

<<I’ll even make sure the place I take you to has sharp knives, so you’ll know what to do if I get too annoying, alright?>>

The girl laughed so hard that tears fell from her eyes

<<You’re an idiot>>

<<Duly noted. But doesn’t this idiot deserve a kiss?>>

Remus and James half expected Y/N’s smile to turn into a frown, and for her to smack him in the face.

Instead, against all odds, she giggled and pulled him closer, pecking his cheek

<<I finally managed to break the cycle>> Sirius beamed. Y/N snorted

<<Not entirely: you’re still an idiot>>

              _______

Idiot or not, the date went so well that they went on a second one, and a third, a fourth... And so on, until they officially became a couple.

Which meant Remus, James and Peter had to deal with their best friend and his girlfriend sucking faces and being all lovey-dovey- though they were sure those two only did it to piss them off.

Well, they’d learnt how to deal with it, as long as it was just holding hands and kissing- making out, actually.

But none of them was ready to find the two of them in bed together in their dorm room

<<What the->>

<<Ah!>> Y/N startled, waking Sirius

<<For crying out loud, guys, won’t you ever knock?>>

The poor friends just stood there, red in the faces while Padfoot rubbed sleep out of his eyes.

Once he’d had enough, he shouted

<<Well, why are you still standing there? Get out, we need to change!>>

Not even Death-Eaters after them would have made the three boys run so fast.

The female chuckled, standing up and smoothing our her boyfriend’s shirt that she was wearing like a dress.

The boy in question stared at her adoringly, pulling her closer

<<You look so good in my shirt>>

He fully expected her to blush, but she smirked and replied cheekily

<<I look even better out of it>>

The wink that came immediately after threw him for a loop

<<Y/N...>>

<<Yes, dear?>>

<<... That’s such a lame pickup line>>

<<Yeah... I stole the idea from you, along with your shirt>>

<<And my heart>> Sirius played along

<<... Just like that, the lame throne is yours again>>

<<But that makes you the queen of lame>> He pointed out.

She didn’t know what to reply to that, so she swatted him on the chest.

He gasped in horror

<<You said you’d never hurt me>>

His joke made her laugh.

When she calmed down enough, she teased

<<You’d still give a fucking aspirin a headache>>

<<Oh, are you an aspirin?>> For old times’ sake, he decided to throw in another lame pickup line <<I’d love to take you every 4-6 hours>>

<<Isn’t that too much for you?>> She teased. He chuckled and pulled her in his lap, pecking her cheek

<<You are too much for me, but I’m never letting you go>>

Despite the light atmosphere, those words held a promise of forever, and they both wanted that.

Their lips met and their hands held the other close.

Once again, as cliché as it may sound, they felt like the only two people in the world

              ___Extra____

Outside the door Remus, James and Peter stood still, looking at each other in confusion and embarrassment

<<How long do you think it will take?>>

<<Well, Wormtail, I don’t know much about Padfoot’s prowess in bed but->>

<<I’m not talking about that, James>> The shorter Marauder spluttered.

Remus sighed

<<That was probably the most embarrassing thing to ever happen to me. And that’s saying something, taking into account I hang out with you three>>

James cackled

<<Oh, Moony, you wouldn’t->>

<<I have a question>> Peter piped up again

<<What would that be?>>

<<Why are we still standing here?>>

<<Oh, right. We should come back later>>

<<Better yet, let’s change our house>> Remus groused <<Merlin knows I’m never going back there>>

After some silence, James spoke again

<<Hey, Moony, do you think if I used those pickup lines on Lily, she would->>

Professor McGonagall spent the whole day wondering if the incredibly loud sound she heard in the morning was actually a scream, and where it had come from

#dees500challenge #sirius black x y/n #sirius black x reader #sirius black fanfiction #sirius black imagine

[fweasleyswhore]

Hi! Firstly, I hope you’re feeling better!! Secondly, congrats on all your followers! It’s well deserved:) can I get a 💜 please? I’m a Gryffindor according to the sorting hat! I think I’m a bit like Hermione. 1. I’m the oldest child in a large family and am very family oriented. 2. My travel bucket list is largely curated by libraries/ bookstores I want to visit😅 3. I find myself 10x funnier than anyone else find me 😂😂 Thanks! Congrats again!

thank you so much darling!

signifigant other: Harry Potter! You and the chosen one have been friends since day one, well kinda. You all became aquanted with each other after being sorted into Gryffindor, meeting your 'new family' you tried to talk to everyone. You clicked with the Golden Trio, namely Hermione, and since that day you were inseperable, which meant you were also inseroerable from Harry and Ron too. Harry realized his feelings for you in third year when you decided to stay at hogwarts from Hogsmeade so Harry wouldn't be alone. He thought you were mad until it clicked in his brain you cared about him, the mere thought that you could gave him butterflies. He finally asked you out in Fourth Year, after he got put into the Triwizard tournament, he figured if he died he wanted to be honest. You went to the Yule Ball together and did everything together from then on. You introduced him to your family which he was extremely nervous about due to his home life but your family accepted him with open arms, having heard all about him from you. He was estactic to have another branch if family, another support system. It made him love you all the much more.

"Hey, your mom sent me a letter. I think its meant for you."

"Whose name is on it?"

"...Mine."

"Then its for you!"

"Why would she do this?"

"She likes you! Shes just checking in!"

"Oh, checking in. :)"

best friend: Hermione Granger! As said above you two would have clicked imemdiately and had endless things to talk about because of your emdless studies. You are usually found in the library together reading and doing homework. That is until the boys interupt asking for answers to the questions.

ex: Dean Thomas! He asked you out on a date in third year to Hogsmeade, you had to postpone it, staying from the first visit but you went the week after that, you went to the Three Broomsticks got food and butterbeers. It was nice but you didn't feel it, harbouring your feelings for Harry. So you told him.

"Thank you Dean, today was wonderful but I'd rather just stay friends."

"No worries, thank you for going out with me today."

first kiss: Seamus Finnigan! One night in the common room before you and Harry were together, people broke out the firewhiskey and played spin the bottle. You joined, regrettably, because you saw Harry in the circle. Silently praying to land on him to Merlin; Seamus spun and it landed on you. You hesistated but leaned in. It wasn't horrible, just too much tongue too fast. When you spun you landed on Ron, feeling awkward because of your friendship you opted for a kiss on the cheek, which got boos from the surrounding circle but you didn't care.

secret admirer: Neville Longbottom! This plant obsessed boy has the biggest crush on you. He will find you in the Library and ask you questions about Herbology even though he already knows, he just wants to talk to you and doesn't know how to innitiate it. He eventually asks you for tutor help which is when he finds out you are dating Harry.

"Hey thank you for all your help, do you think you could help me with my potions essay tonight?"

"Sorry Nev, I've got a date with Harry tonight. Tommorow?"

"Yeah, tomorrow."

[kittyprincessofcats]

I’m back home! And caught up on sleep. Grenoble was an experience I don’t think I’ll ever forget. I’ll want to watch every figure skating competition in person from now on. It’s /so/ much better than just seeing it on TV!

I already made a post about my first day, so here’s my experiences/thoughts of saturday and sunday (aka the free skates and the gala):

- We didn’t watch the practices on saturday because it would have just been too much and we needed a break. So we arrived around midday for the Men’s free skate and there was already a HUGE line in front of the arena. Way longer than the day before. And at one point Vanessa James ran past the line and waved at everyone. The whole atmosphere was just amazing. So casual and yet so festive.

- The arena was way fuller for the free skate and everything was even more festive than the day before.

- You know those parts where they film the people in the audience? My dad and I ended up on camera twice. let’s hope that got cut out

- Watching the men’s free skate was an amazing experience. I’m happy that Nathan managed to redeem himself from the short and win the gold after all. Congrats on making the final! But I’m even more happy for Jason Brown. SO nice to see him finally do well this season! So nice to see him win a medal (and without quads!) He was absolutely amazing. I also love how even though he didn’t make the final, him winning silver here instead of Alexander Samarin is the reason Junhwan Cha got into the final. TCC teamwork!

- I don’t remember much about the Free Dance tbh, but the victory ceremony was fun! I don’t get why they were using those ugly, big plastic things instead of medals, though. The skaters already had to hold the flowers and watches and people usually only have two hands. Medals they can hang around their necks would have been more practical.

- And here was my biggest annoyance of the day: The organisation of the event was a bit of a chaos. For saturday, you had to buy a ticket for the afternoon (Men and Dance) and another for the evening (Ladies and Pairs). And instead of letting people stay inside and just checking their second ticket, they made everyone leave the arena and stand in line outside again. And if you wanted to watch the victory ceremonies until the end and quickly have dinner (since it was 6 pm), you had literally no time. We left the building after the men’s victory ceremony and the line was already huge again and they weren’t letting people back inside yet. So we ran to get some food before quickly getting back in line. At that point they seemed to realize they hadn’t thought this through and were letting people in quicker. Still, we barely made it back in time for the beginning of Stanislava’s performance. Some people behind us missed the first or first two ladies. There really should have been a way to organize that better. Either let people stay inside, or make the break between the two parts longer or something.

- The ladies. Oh god, I was nervous. I was /so/ nervous for the second group. Bradie was surprisingly cool to watch. I’m glad Marin finally managed two clean programs.

- Mai was absolutely beautiful and it only hit me after the whole thing was over how /close/ she came to making the final. I didn’t really expect her to qualify, but look at how close she came! Two points more and she would have been in. It’s a little frustrating now that I think about it. She’d have deserved it. But at least she still seemed super happy with her medal.

- Rika, my darling Rika <3. At first I was disappointed when she didn’t do the 3A3T, beacause I REALLY wanted to see it in person, but in retrospect, I understand. She knew she didn’t have to win to qualify for the final. She saw the others’ scores and knew she didn’t need another highscore. Making the final was more important than beating her personal best, so I understand why she played it safe. And it was enough to win, which I’m delighted about. Congrats on your second GP win and on making the final, darling, you deserve it.

- Zhenya </3. I was gutted about that one. I really wanted her in the final. But at the end of the day, the result was fair. There just happened to be many others in this GP series who were better. That being said, I still believe in her and wish her all the best. It’s not the end of the world. Ups and downs are a part of any athlete’s career, and as I said before, she’s going through a lot of changes right now, so the struggles are understandable. Maybe she’ll come back stronger for Russian Nationals and do well there. Or maybe she’ll struggle the whole season, and that’s okay, too. Give her time. Don’t jump to conclusions. And most importantly, be respectful and don’t hate on her.

- On a happier note, the Pairs’ Free was amazing and I’m SO happy for Vanessa and Morgan! And they’re such nice people, too. They look two victory laps after the VC and made sure to wave at all the fans and thank everyone. I really want them to win the GPF now.

- Speaking of nice people: Did you see Rika and Mai on the podium and after? alsjdflaksjdf CUTIES!!! That moment when they came back wrapped in flags because they were freezing... or when they hugged each other... my heart melted right then and there. The only thing I got annoyed about was the old photographer who made them stay for so long they couldn’t really do a victory lap. I was really thinking ‘come on, dude, you already have so many photos! just let them celebrate with their fans for a bit’. And they’re such sweethearts. Both of them were cold, but they still went over to the fans near the K&C, signed a buch of autographs and took selfies with fans. Unfortunately, I was sitting all the way on the other side of the rink. I considered running over there and asking for an autograph, but Rika and Mai already seemed they like they were cold, so I didn’t want to annoy them and make them stay even longer.

- A thing I forgot earlier: After the Ladies’ FS, I walked past Mie Hamada on my way to the toilet and she seemed super happy. I wonder why

- And finally, there was the gala on sunday, which was really nice. I’m glad we decided to stay for that after all. The minute of silence for Denis Ten was really moving. I’m glad Zhenya seemed to be in a good mood at the gala. I still love Rika’s dress. Jason’s EX was the best. I was disappointed they didn’t invite the Russian Power Rangers (Popova/ Mozgov) to the gala, though. That would have been cool to see.

- All in all, I had an amazing time in France, and I definitely want to go to a competition again next year. It’s an amazing experience and I highly recommend it.

#Figure skating #IDF 2018 #Internationaux de France 2018 #Internationaux de France #personal #Vanessa James #Nathan Chen #Jason Brown #Junhwan Cha #Alexander Samarin #Bradie Tennell #Marin Honda #Mai Mihara #Rika Kihira #Evgenia Medvedeva #Morgan Cipres #Mie Hamada #Denis Ten

[sonofadeanwinchester]

Almost (3) Hey, You Okay With This?

Summary: Your long time boyfriend, Jensen, broke up with you with the only explanation being that you're still in love with your old high school flame, Sebastian.

Words: 5455

Sebastian Stan x Reader ; Chris Evans x Reader ; Carly Evans x Reader

A/N: this might be weird .. I don’t know yet. Also, on AO3 

Sebastian had been at my apartment everyday for three months straight now. Chris had gone back to Boston to see his parents and then off for filming. Sebastian had a few filming gigs that (un)foruntately were being shot in New York. Before work he was here, after work he was here. Between takes he was calling or texting me. To be honest, it was nice being around him again and I really did miss my best friend, but I was also use to Jensen, who was only gone for a few weeks at a time instead of months. I hate to say it but Seb was smothering me. I loved the affection but, man.

One afternoon, he was gone to Manhattan for filming when he called me. "Hey, beautiful."

I blushed under his loving tone. "Hey, Seb."

He laughed, "what's up today?"

I shrugged into my phone as I played with the unfolded laundry on my bed. "I was gonna meet up with Carly for some coffee in about an hour and then I got a job interview."

He gasped, "a job interview? For what?"

I chuckled, "it's not that exciting of a job."

"Listen, a job is a job. It pays the bills." I hummed a response. "What is it?"

I sighed, "I have interview for a PA position."

He was silent for a minute. "For who?"

"Uh, not sure. Some guy who's last name is Macintyre or Mackienzie or Mac-."

"Mackie?"

I snapped my fingers, "Yeah! How'd you know?"

"Anthony Mackie?"

I chuckled, "pretty sure that's his name, yeah. You know him?"

He sighed, "You've never watch the Captain America movies have you?"

"Honestly, no."

"Fuck, well, he's in them. I'm actually really good friends with him and his wife."

"Really? Is he nice?"

He laughed, "Mackie, well, he's-. He's real nice but he's a goofball."

I rolled my eyes, "that's calling the kettle black don't you think?"

"What'd you mean by that?"

I snorted, "Sebastian, you are the biggest goofball of them all."

He chuckled, "I mean, you're not wrong." He cleared his throat. "What time is the interview?"

I checked my watch, 10:32. "Uh, my interview is at 2:30."

"Oh, so I've got time then."

"Sorry? Time for what?"

"(Y/N), you don't wanna work for Mackie."

"Uh, why not?" He sighed and I smirked. "Sebastian, are you .. jealous?"

"No."

I laughed out loud. "That's a flat out lie! You're jealous!"

He laughed mockingly. "I don't wanna be."

"Seb, he's married."

I could almost see him shrugging. "So?"

"So? Well, he's married. I'm not a homewrecker."

He chortled, "I don't know, I just-."

"Sebastian, please. I'm a big girl. I'm not gonna gather feelings for a married man, especially one who could potentially be my boss."

He snapped his fingers, "I've got an idea!"

Oh lord. "That's always dangerous." "Whatever. Listen, I need a PA."

"What?" I stopped movements and stared at the door.

"(Y/N), I need a PA. Mya just left, like four days ago."

"Seba-."

"No, please, just let me pull some strings and-."

"Sebastian, please. Just let me go to this interview and see how things turn out."

He huffed a reply, "fine." He sighed again. "I gotta go babe. I'll call you later. Let me know how it goes."

"Bye, I'll let you kn-. Wait, babe?"

He snorted, "whoops. Bye."

"That sneaky bastard." I laughed to myself and continued folding laundry.

---

An hour later, I was driving through mid-day New York traffic to meet Carly when my phone rang. "Hello?"

It was Chris. "Hey, girl."

I laughed, "hey Chris. What's up?"

He chuckled, "Sebastian just called me."

"Oh lord, was it about this interview?"

He laughed, "uh yeah. He's kinda jealous about you maybe working for Mackie."

"I don't understand why! He's a married man for Christ sake."

Chris agreed, "I know. But Seb is protective of the people he loves. He just doesn't want you to get hurt, that's all."

I rolled my eyes, "Well, he needs to get a grip. Did he tell you his offer to me?"

"Uh, yeah, he did. I don't think that's such a good idea."

"Yeah, me neither. I'll be honest, he's kinda smothering me now with all the visiting and phone calls but if I was to be at his work with him all the time, Jesus, I'd die."

He laughed. "I know, just go to the interview and see how it turns out?"

"Right, well, I am just about to meet your sister for coffee, but I'll call you when the interview is over."

"Right on, love. Talk later." Chris hung up and I pulled into the coffee shop.

--

Coffee with Carly was cut short when I realized how busy traffic was. "Dammit, the traffic is insane today."

Carly nodded, sipping her black coffee. "I know! What time is your interview?"

"Uh, forty-five minutes. But, it might take that long to get there. It's over in the Village."

"Shit, well, go now and give me a call later." I started shuffling money out of my wallet. "No, it's on me. Good luck, (Y/N)."

"Thanks Car, I'll call in a bit."

---

It took me almost the full forty-five minutes to drive ten blocks. I pulled into the parking lot where the interview was being held. I fixed my skirt and shirt, switching my flats to a pair of black heels and pulling my hair out of the current ponytail. My (Y/H/C) hair flew down around my shoulders and I smacked my lips after slipping on a layer of gloss. "Perfect. You can do this." I walked across the parking lot and the sound of my heels was giving me more and more confidence with every step. I walked into the building with the confidence of the Queen. The reciptionnist smiled at me kindly. "Hello, interview with Mr Stratton."

She smiled, her manicured fingers flicking over the keyboard. "Mr Stratton is just getting out a meeting, I'll let him know you've arrived. Please, take a seat."

I took a seat in the cold, leather black chair and sent a quick group text to Carly, Chris and Sebastian.

Me: I'm in! Mr Stratton is coming out of a meeting .........

Evans: Good luck, (Y/N). I know you're gonna kill it.

Me: Thanks, Chris. My coffee with Carly really helped my confidence.

Carly: HAHA! My coffee had nothing to do with it, darling.

Seb: I hope you do good, love. You deserve the best of everything.

Evans: Ah, thanks Winter Boo Bear!

Seb: Shut it, Evans. I was talking to (Y/N).

Evans: Tsk! I was just wishing my friend good luck and I'm feeling very attacked right now.

Me: Well, thanks guys but-. Shit, Mr Stratton just came out! EEEEEK!

"Miss (Y/L/N), please come on in." He was an older gentleman, roughly late fifties. His grey and black hair was slicked back and his piercing blue eyes seemed to look right through me. He was dressed in a dark navy suit with a bright red tie.

I followed him into the large, open spaced office. "Miss (Y/L/N), how nice to finally meet you." He spoke with a thick Southern accent.

I chuckled, "please, call me (Y/F/N). And it's likewise, really."

He leaned back and crossed his fingers over his large oak desk. "You're a friend of Mr Stan?"

I cleared my throat, "Sebastian Stan?"

He nodded, "mhmm."

"Yes, I am actually. We grew up together." I bit my cheek, embarrassed he had called in anyway.

He smiled, his teeth a brillant white and straight as an arrow. "Lovely. Now tell me, have you ever worked for someone in this particular business?"

I shook my head, "I did a long time ago. I gave up it because, well, it didn't turn out well."

He nodded, furrowing his brow. "Reason for wanting the interview?"

Honesty is the best policy. "To be frank, I lost my job about three months ago cause my paper went out of business."

"The Franklin?"

I nodded, "yeah."

"Heard about that .. somethin' like three hundred people lost their work. I'm real sorry to hear about that." He cleared his throat. He pressed the button on his phone. "Cynthia, can you get me somethin' to drink? Actually make that two."

I shook my head, "I'm fine really."

He laughed, a strange forced sound. "Oh well, water is good for you." I smiled. "So, anyhow, I hate to inform you that the position for Mr Mackie has already been filled."

What?! "Oh, well. I should be going then. Sorry to waste your time." I started to stand.

"Please, Miss, wait. The position for Mr Mackie has been filled but Mr Stan had his manger call us earlier informing us he was in dire need of an assistant. Would you be interested?"

The only thought that ran through my head was a screaming NO! But, a job is a job. I sighed, "You sure it wouldn't be a conflict of interest?"

He swatted the air and chuckled, "I'm sure it would be okay. I mean, you were only friends right?"

"Well,-" I stuttered out.

"Mr Stan did mention that you briefly spent time together through high school."

I smiled, "of course. We did date for a few years but-."

"I'm sure it will be okay, I mean, you're both adults." He smiled, a tight forced one. "Perfect, so you are interested?"

I shrugged, fixing my hair nervously. "I sup-. Yes."

The door swung open and entered Cynthia with two bottles of water. "Thanks Cynthia. That's great news, (Y/N). I'm sure Mr Stan will enjoy having you around."

Ten minutes later, I was free to leave. I thanked Mr Stratton for his time and the job opportunity. I crawled into my front seat and whipped my phone out. I opened the group chat.

Me: Sebastian! You bastard!

Evans: What the hell? What happened?

Seb: You got the job! :)

Evans: Congrats! Now, why is Stan a bastard?

Carly: I'm sure Anthony will be happy with his worker ;)

Me: Position for Mackie was filled.

Evans: What???

Carly: What?

Me: Spot for Mackie was already filled when I arrived. Got offered the position to PA for 'Mr Stan'.

Seb: You're welcome.

I huffed and rolled my eyes. The man was driving me CRAZY!

Evans: You're working for Stan now? The bastard thing makes sense LOL

Me: Yup! :/

Seb: You're welcome .. god ... just trying to help a friend out.

Carly: What the hell? You're working for Sebastian now?

Evans: I can think of ten things right now that could go wrong with this.

Me: Like Sebastian said, a job is a job.

Seb: I thought you'd be happy that you'd get to see me everyday. :P

Me: I'm grateful for the job, thank you, but it could be awkward. Besides, I see you everyday now as is.

Evans: She has a point, Seb.

Seb: We're gonna be fine! See you tomorrow morning @ 7:30 am!

I got a private messaged from Chris.

Evans: Hey, you okay with this?

Me: not really ...

Evans: tell him then!

Me: I can't just say no to the job ... I need the job & the $$.

Evans: You gonna be okay with seeing him 24/7?

Evans: It's gonna be weird seeing you follow him around set! :$

Me: Tell me about it! At least, I'll get to see you :)

Evans: You'll do good, champ! Gotta go, on Ellen 2nite. xo

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Love from Two Point of Views ( Part 2)

His POV

“You’re my definition of a perfect girl, but you only exist in my dream...and I must wake up.”

“But you just don’t give up on your dreams, right? You fight for it.”

“There are some dreams that unreachable.”

--

6.45 AM

The last conversation with her. Why was it in my dream? But it was real, it’s strange. Well, maybe I just....miss her. It’s normal, right? Missing somebody who once important to you. It’s okay, it won’t take too long, I’ll get used to it. Besides, I’m the one who wanted to be like this. I will forget her.

Her POV

I am really not okay.

I am never going to be okay.

I just wanna feel okay again.

But I don’t know how.

         --3 months later—

I am still not okay.

         --5 months later—

I have no idea where he is. I hope he’s okay, even though I’m still not okay.

         --7 months later—

Breathe in, breathe out.

It’s enough.

I have to move forward.

                                            --3 years later--

What a lovely day today. Ah, it’s been a long time since I feel this happy. I finally graduated from the university (it took forever to finally graduate because I was having a hard time, you know why). Whoa, I can’t wait to see my parents here. They must be proud—they should be!

Ah, better meet my friends right now. Let’s celebrate this happiness!

His POV

Uhm, so...what am I doing here? I....really have no idea. I got a message from an old friend saying today is her graduation. Should i congratulate her? But what if she forget me already? What if she doesn’t want to see me?

Ugh, too many what ifs. This is insane. I am insane. Maybe I should just go home.

....and again, my heart said the opposite.

Her POV

“Cassandra! Congratulations! Look, you’ve made it, girl! I am so proud of you, Dear!”

“Congrats, Cass!”

“Hello Cass darling, congratulations, we are so proud of you, we really are!”

“Cheers for Cass!”

Whoa, I can’t believe it. There are a lot of people congratulate me! Ah, so this is how it feels when you’re surrounded by people who loves you! I didn’t realize it before. Maybe it was because of that guy.

The one that got away. The one that took my happiness away.

Wait, no. I’m not gonna talk about him right now.

I will have fun today!

…. Wait. Who is that tall guy with navy shirt and a black hat?

No, no, I’m not going that way. No. Oh crap, I can’t make myself stop.

“What are you doing here?”

Oh, crap. Congratulation Cass, you just ruined your day.

His POV

I should really just go h—

“What are you doing here?”

That voice.

Look who’s in front of me right now. It’s that girl.

The girl that made me crazy for the past four years.

The girl that I’ve always think about before I go to bed.

The girl that I always see in my dreams, but not anymore in reality.

The girl that I’ve always loved.

Crap. I miss you so much, Girl, now look at you. I wish I could hug you right now.

“Hey, it’s been awhile.” Awhile? Really? It’s been four years, Bro. Been a goddamn four years!

I’m sorry, Cass, I can’t find the right word. I’m in a mess right now.

Her POV

“Hey, it’s been awhile.” He said that with a force smile on his face.

It is not been awhile, Theo, it’s been a long time. Four years to be exact. Four years without any explanations. And please don’t hey me.

“Don’t hey me.” Eh?! Crap, why can’t I shut my mouth. “Uhm, no, I mean..Helllo. And no. It’s been a long time.”

Where have you been? How’s your life? Are you happy to see me, or are you not? How’s your mom condition? Is she okay? Do you find a new job in your new place? Where do you live right now? Are you seeing anyone right now?

There are lots of questions I want you to answer. But I can’t do it.

So I just said, “How are you?”

His POV

“I’m….okay. And happy…to see you finally graduate.” I wasn’t really okay until now. Because I lost my drugs. You’re my drugs, Cass. My drugs that keeps me from dying.

“Oh, and congratulation! Your parents and friends must be proud of you. And I am too.”  Yes, I totally am proud of you, you are finally one stop closer to reach your life goals. That’s my Cassandra. The girl that will never give up.

And suddenly this come to my mind….do you already give up on me?

Her POV

“Yes, thank you! Haha, you know me, right? I will always finish what I started. I’m not gonna give up.” Uhm….sounds wrong. Does he remember me the way he used to? The way he used to know my favorite food, my allergies, my biggest fear, my life goals…does he still remember all of those? I remember that day when we talked about my future plans and then he asked, “What if you can’t achieve all your dreams? Will you give up? Or what if you feel that you don’t love what you do anymore…will you quit?” I wasn’t afraid of his question at all. I smiled and answered it with certainty, “I have a responsibility to finish what I started. And I don’t believe unreachable dreams. If there is a will, it has gotta be a way.”

Yes, I don’t believe there are unreachable dreams. I don’t believe in what he said at that time. I still remember it clearly, you know. The conversation before he went somewhere I have no idea at all.

Am I really that unreachable to you? What makes you think that way?

I always wanted to ask him that question. But, I think right now is not the right time. Or there will not be the right time at all. Four years is a long time…besides, what’s the point of talking about our past? Even though I know, deep, deep, inside my heart, I still keep my feelings for him.

His POV

And here we are now. In a coffee shop near her house. We didn’t have much time to talk yesterday because there are a lot of people congratulate her. And I didn’t think that she still wanted to see me and talk. I first thought she hate me and would ignore me, but she didn’t. Instead, she said, “I’m sorry, but can we meet again tomorrow? I’m kinda busy today...is that okay?”

You’re still the old Cassandra. The girl who always forgive. Err, or am I being excessive?

There are a lot of things I want to explain to you, Cass…but I don’t know where to start. So I just ask, “Do you not hate me?”

What kind of—geez! Stupid question. Stupid me. I wish the earth could eat me alive right now.

Her POV

How could you hate the person you love? And even when you don’t love them anymore, it doesn’t mean you hate them.

But I still love him.

I got mad at him for leaving me, for hurting me, but I ended up crying whenever I tried to hate him. But it’s not his time to ask me questions. I should be the one asking him questions.

“I did. I have….so many questions for you. But before I asked them, I want you to answer this first.” I look at his eyes thoroughly. “Did you really wanted to leave that time?”

His POV

Her first question hit me hard. Should I answer it honestly or should I just ignore her questions and change the topic? Ok, Theo, face it. It’s time to tell the truth.

“Yes…and no.” How should I explain it to her? “It’s complicated.”

“It’s okay, take your time. I’ll wait while you think about the answer.” She said calmly.

Okay then, I have no choice. “I….I never really wanted to leave, actually…but..”

“But what?”

“Cassandra, you…you are from a great family. A perfect family. And compare to mine….My Mom passed away two years ago. My Dad…you know my Dad, he is nowhere to be found. And your Father…He wants you to have a better life…And you won’t get a better life if you’re still with me. So….you deserve someone who is so much better than that bastard who left you because of his insecurities.”

Her POV

What did he just say…? His Mother died? And what did my Dad say to him….?

“About your Mother, I’m sorry…” I can’t find the right word to comfort him. “And my Dad…about my family…it’s not what you think it is. It’s not as perfect as you think. He left us two years ago. He’s been cheating on Mom for a quite long time. I lose my faith in him.” Everyone always thinks that my family is perfect. I also used to think that way before I finally saw my Dad with a young woman (I don’t know her name and don’t want to) talking happily in a restaurant where we usually having dinner there. And turned out that they’ve been seeing each other for about…okay stop. I’m not going to talk about him. But I admit, he was the best Dad. Well, he still is. I still can’t accept the way he hurt Mom, but I cannot not to talk to him either.

“Are you okay, Cass?” Ah, yes, Theo. I forgot he’s still here.

“If you ask me if I’m okay with him for leaving my Mom, I am not. But I’m trying to. But he’s still taking care of me...I’m quite relieve he doesn’t just abandon me.” I force a smile. “But we’re not gonna talk about him. Don’t make me talk about him or I’ll cry. Uhm…so..where have you been?”

His POV

Cassandra….she’s been through a lot. I shouldn’t have left her…..but look at her now, she still can managed herself to put a smile on her face, even I can see the sadness in her eyes.

I shouldn’t have left her….

“Theo?”

“Ah, sorry, Cass. I moved to Italy. My Mom was sick. I’m sorry for not telling you all this time. I really am sorry.”

“It’s okay..I’m—“

“Cassandra.”

Tell her the truth. Don’t hurt her twice. Tell her the truth.

“I…” I can’t. But I have to. This is too complicated. I should’ve said no to her yesterday. I shouldn’t have gone to her graduation. I’m making this situation more complicated…..I’m sorry, Cass.

I shouldn’t have left you four years ago.

Her POV

“I’m getting married soon.”

What…..did…..I….just……hear? What did he just say?!

“What….do…you mean…?” Breathe in, breathe out. You can’t let yourself cry now, Cass. Don’t let yourself cry.

His POV

She’s holding herself not to cry. It’s bad. It’s really, really bad. I’m such an asshole.

“I…she….well,…” I don’t know how to explain it to her. I don’t want to explain it to her.

Her POV

“Okay, Theo, this is the last question. Why did you come back? Why did you come to my graduation? Why did you say yes to meet me again here yesterday? Please, please….answer it. And then I will leave.”

I don’t want to leave….I don’t want you to leave….I don’t want to see you with somebody else…I want us to be the old us….

I can’t hold the tears anymore.

His POV

….she’s crying. I used to hug her every time she cried…

But I can’t do it anymore. Even though I’m eager to.

“Please answer my questions, Theo. Don’t leave me with unanswerable questions…” she said with a hoarse voice.

“An old friend texted me about your graduation…and I wanted to see you. It’s been awhile—no. It’s been a long time. And I….I’ve missed you.”

“You wanted to see me just to break my heart twice..?”

“I—“

“Stop. I haven’t finished what I said. Theo….the wounds that you gave me….It’s been four years…but it still hurts. And I couldn’t describe how happy I am to finally see you again yesterday… And talking to you here…this is what we used to do, remember? Talking about nothing to everything here…I am so….so….happy….until you said those four words….tell me, Theo,…what does she have that I don’t? What makes you choose her over me? Do you….do you really love her?”

No, Cass. It’s always been you. But I can’t say it.

I shouldn’t have left you four years ago.

Her POV

“My Mom…..she wants me to—“

“Screw what people say! Forget about what everyone wants! What do you really want? This is your life, Theo…you are the one who decide what you want to do…”

And please, say that you want to spend the rest of your life with me….

“It’s not that easy…”

“You’re the one who make it complicated! You always do what people told you to do. You left me because my Dad told you to….And you came here because your friend told you to…you marry that girl because your Mom told you to….”

“No, I came here to see you because I miss you. My friend didn’t ask me to come.”

Bullshit.

“You can’t do that. You can’t just come and say you miss me, just to crush my heart…because I can’t have you back. I have feelings…”

His POV

It’s really over now. She’s gone.

She’s not going back.

“I wish you a happy life. Be a good husband. Don’t be like my Dad.”

That’s what she said before she leave.

Welcome to the end of life, Theo.

–  To be continued –

Part I

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