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Hi Jin ! I just started following you and I must say I love your writing 🥰 Can I ask for one of Andrew Garfield’s character ?

Just so you know, my name’s Florine (it means little flower) I’m a French girl, 24 years old (I’ll be 25 in March), brown haired with a few hints of ginger, green eyes, 5.3ft tall and pretty curvy.

I have been working as an English teacher for 3 years now, and I’m passionate about learning new languages, History, music, cinema and arts in general. I used to write stories when I was younger but I find it harder now that I’m an adult.

My sun is in Pisces, rising in Sagittarius and my moon in Leo. I can be quite shy and silent if not comfortable otherwise I love talking about my passions, sharing things with people and laughing all the time and I’m quite easy going if you don’t mess up with my feelings

I hope I wasn’t too long on the description, thank again for your writings ! ✨🤍

well hello there my french companion !! im french too sweetie, maybe i should write in french ?? ce serait peut-être plus comfort pour toi ?? idk ça fait un peut bizarre quand même 🤣

anyways !! to you dear, i give :

the national sweetheart, desmond doss !!

he'd been waiting for you, flowers in hand and a huge goofy smile on his adorable face. he'd been waiting for you, maybe ten minutes, maybe his whole life, no one would know. all we knew was that he was waiting for you like he always did.

you were an exchange student from france and your name had to do with flowers, so to attract your attention, the little ritual he grew was bringing you a different bouquet or flower each time he saw you. he could buy them of pick them up in a forest on his way to school, it didn't matter, he'd offer them to you with the biggest smile.

desmond was in love. that wasn't enough to cover it, he was head over heels actually. he had fallen so hard he was practically sure he had lost his head on the way.

it was something about you, the student who didn't dream of grand salaries and a perfect life, just peace and lovely situations. you were a simple woman with a big heart and beauty that would have legions at your feet. he was the first ready to die for you.

he was like your romeo and you were his juliette, but without the early death. no, you two would live forever together, growing old and seeing your children grow. he wanted children, with you specifically. his little flower. you pushed him to the brink of insanity with the amount of love he had for you. he was practically sure it couldn't be healthy but he would take the unhealthy speed his heart would take whenever you were around over a quiet and still one any day.

the poor man had been daydreaming so hard, he felt his soul leave his body when something tugged on his pants. looking down, he noticed a small child, looking up at him with a frown.

"are you one of the scary men who takes kids ?" asked the little boy, backing up slightly to protect himself.

desmond wanted to both melt at the cuteness and explode laughing at the implications made by this random child. he wasn't going to lie, the little boy was smart, a random man standing in front of a school with a very creepy looking smile did not always mean idiot in love. it mostly meant scary kid snatcher. desmond smiled and knelt in front of the boy before shaking his head.

"no, little guy. i'm waiting for a girl. she's my girlfriend, i'm in love with her."

the little boy frowned and tilted his head to the side.

"you love a girl ? and you're bringing her flowers ?"

"yeah, she likes them quite a lot. she's a really big fan of flowers actually."

sitting down on the bench behind them, the little boy pated the wooden board to invite the you man in love to join which amused him.

"what is she like ? my momma says that to be in love, the person has to ve amazing."

"she is. she's going to work with kids your age one day. she's studying to be a teacher in english."

"why ? we already speak english, no need to learn more. i don't like learning, i like to play in the garden. i like the bugs." declared the little boy, swinging his feet.

"oh, she isn't from here. she teaches english to little kids who don't know the language yet. and i like playing in the garden too but i gotta learn to become a doctor." responded the man, immersed in the conversation.

"yup and you should start by going to class first instead of skipping to bring me flowers."

snapping his head towards the voice, the older man jumped from his seat. he sped towards you, wrapping his arms around you and spinning you in his arms. his mouth attached itself to your forehead kissing you tenderly and feeling his heart jump at the sound of your giggles against his neck.

letting you down, he looked into your eyes, grabbing your jaw in both hands and kissing you tenderly. the feeling of your warm soft lips against him sent his entire being into shock, feeling himself move and exist through you. he'd missed you so much he never expected his lips to share the longing he felt.

pulling away, he frowned when you smiled at him with a knowing smile. he wanted kisses, you kisses, he needed them even.

"we have an audience darling." you smiled, pointing at the little boy holding a bouquet in his very small arms. "you introduce me to your friend des ?"

"oh absolutely !" sliding his arm around you waist, he lead you towards the little guy who stood on his tip toes to give you flowers.

"these are for you. he forgot them on the bench." declared the little man.

"thank you sweetheart. you two seem to be close ?"

"yeah, he's my friend. and he said he loves you. you're his girlfriend." repeated the little boy proudly.

desmond covered his red face when you looked at him. he hid it in the crook of your neck and tightened his grip around you, he felt so embarrassed to have such a badly kept secret revealed like that. you knew how much he loved you, but having a stranger reveal it this accurately just felt so different. just enough to turn him as red as a cherry.

pulling away from him, you knelt in front of the boy, taking a big box out of your bag. you opened it and the little child smiled when he was the freshly baked cookies.

"since you were so honest with me and my incredible boyfriend, i'm giving you two cookies. but don't tell, it's our secret." the little child nodded vigorously like a little bobblehead which made you giggle again. the size of his head was probably throwing him off balance. "d'you mind taking them to the teacher over there ? baked em for you and your classmates. I've got enough for everyone to enjoy more."

the child took the box and ran off at the speed of a tiny race car to give it to the teacher. while you watched him, desmond watched you, the love of his life.

"you, young man need to stop skipping classes to bring me flowers." you ordered, poking his chest and walking away.

"but i like bringing you flowers, petal ! that's how i say that i love you !" he countered, dramatically swinging his arms in the air.

"yeah, that way and the fifteen thousand other ways you find in a week, desmond." you laughed, remembering how he'd learned how to say i love you in latin for you.

he was going to talk back, trying to justify skipping class for you when you stopped him by putting a cookie in his mouth. his eyes never left you when you grabbed his jaw to have him chew. once he was done, you pecked his cheek and the tip of his jose then his lips. he was too stunned to speak or move, feeling how much in live he was for you surge through his entire being to drown him.

your soft hands and fingers were holding his jaw delicately and your eyes looking at him with this soft look that made him drop to his knees. you were killing him and he was ready to be buried if it meant dying by your hand.

"Instead of fighting me on this, help me bring the cookies inside and I'll give your own treat. okay desmond ?" you purred against his lips, sounding like you were pulled out straight from his dreams.

you did not need to tell him twice.

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la-fille-en-aiguilles · 7 years

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Andrew Garfield x Female Reader: Forty-Fucking-Three

A/N: I’ve promised myself that I wasn’t going to write anything until I’m finished with my thesis. And I really tried to keep that promise. But I guess that when your imagination hits you, it hits you bloody hard. Also, I’ve been looking for any Andrew Garfield imagines since my undying fangirling for Young Remus Lupin seemed to have generalized (fuck you very much, Desmond Doss, I blame you), and all i found was maybe a couple of short paragraphs. So here’s to you, beautiful people looking for something, centered around Andrew Garfield. He probably deserved better, but I felt stressed and angsty and I had to spill it all out. Also, I don’t mind writing more parts of this (although it might take time), so hit me up if you’re interested in what might follow. I really hope you enjoy, lads xx WARNINGS: 2448 words of hideous English, a third of which are probably curses. And the stuff is kind of angsty. Oh, and I respect Emma, everything’s that’s written is purely for plot purposes.

Theodore “Teddy” Buchanan was easily the most sought-after professional in the industry. His broad-shouldered, bold-headed persona seemed to retain an aura of mystery no matter where he’d be or what he’d wear. Rumors were clinging to him the way busy bees would hang on to their hive. Some said he had worked for M6 before giving up his governmental missions for the sake of becoming a bodyguard; others argued that after all the horrors he’d seen during the war in Vietnam he wanted to engage in something more down-to-earth, even though the flashes of the paparazzi cameras must have driven him nostalgic, forcing him to recall bombs exploding a couple of meters away from where he stood.

You, on the other hand, didn’t give a flying fuck about where one of your favorite persons in the world came from.

When Teddy first started working for you, he kept his professional distance. Eventually, the two of you became rather close – soon enough the menacing, bloodthirsty-looking man became nothing short of your unofficial father, saving your ass from especially eager journalists and other crazy-ass folk. When after a particularly nasty day he first gave you a nice hug, his nickname was born – Teddy, a huge, fluffy, sweet bear of a man.

As you walked back and fourth in the empty VIP Lounge of the LAX airport, downing your third champagne glass and struggling to keep your dry eyes open, Teddy sat back in one of the huge leather chairs, wearing a beach holiday attire. The agreement was that once he accompanies you to LA, you meet up with your friend and then he leaves for Majorca, where his lovely wife and three kids had been waiting for him since yesterday.

As usual, it was your friend who had been fucking up the entire situation.

Trying to keep calm, you pressed the phone so tightly to your ear it was sure going to leave marks. The sound of apathetic lady’s voice, suggesting you should leave a message, had you questioning whether she was your real friend, answering your calls more often than that motherfucker did lately. Suppressing a growl, you threw your head back and drained your glass. Gulping down the last mouthful of the bubbly liquid, you sent your phone flying into your beast of a Valentino bag, scattered, open, on the floor.

“I’m so sorry, Ted,” you finally said, placing the empty glass on the table. Burying your face in your hands, you sat down in a chair next to his. “You could honestly leave with the next flight, I’ve got it covered”.

Teddy’s brown eyes sparkled with sarcasm as he gave you a kind once-over. You hadn’t slept for nearly 24 hours by now, arriving from Paris, and all the consumed champagne wasn’t exactly making you feel energized. You barely had any strength left to be mad – all you wanted to know was whether the idiot was going to show, and if you needed to reserve a Presidential Suite at Ritz if he didn’t. Because a king-sized bed, more champagne and a good tear jerking chick-flick movie sounded a lot like heaven right now.

“You need to stop straining yourself over this”, you heard Teddy speak. When your eyes met his, he gave you a warm smile. “He must have been held up by something, or maybe it’s a weather condition issue, fuck knows”, he shrugged, looking calm, cool and collected. “I’m sure he’s gonna show any minute now”.

You eyed him skeptically before shifting on the chair next to him, trying in vain to make yourself feel comfortable.

“What kind of asshole promises to put you up and then refuses to appear?” you said, massaging your closed eyelids. “I swear this is the last time I’ve ever believed anything that Garfinkel says…”

Teddy laughed out loud, throwing his head back. You opened your eyes, curious to know what had put him in such a merry state.

“Bringing out the legendary family name I see… You must really be pissed at him then”, you wondered again and again how Teddy managed to stay calm when all you wanted was to throw things around and murder people. You clasped your hands tightly together, barely keeping yourself from gritting your teeth in yet another fit of irritation.

“Pissed doesn’t even begin to cover it”, you muttered under your breath, closing your eyes again, your head resting firmly against your hand.

And that was when the shit had hit the fan.

It was safe to say you first felt Andrew calling you, rather than heard – your iPhone’s vibration sent shivers up your leg, as your Valentino bag fell over, smashing against your foot. Then you heard the ringtone blast within the four walls of the lounge. You bended over, gripping your cell tightly, seeing the moron’s shit eating grin light up on your screen.

“Give him a chance to explain, Y/N”, you felt Teddy’s gaze and rolled your tired eyes, as you took the call. Inhaling deeply, you half-closed your eyelids, leaning back in your chair.

“Let me guess, your airplane crashed and you somehow got away alive. And you’re now on your way here, with at least one broken leg,” you stood up, pacing in front of your bodyguard, probably making him dizzy. God knows if you stopped, the anger inside you would have tore you apart.

“I am so sorry”, the minute you heard his voice coming from the other end of the line in waves of British accent, you immediately regretted not being able to strangle him. Desperately trying to keep your armored streamliner of rage behind a mental gate, you bit your lips, saying nothing, stopping dead in your tracks. “I swear I’m the biggest assholic idiot out there. I am also insensitive, irresponsible and completely unreliable. A fucking pathetic excuse for a man for leaving you stranded, Bee’s Knees”, your head still fuming, you felt your lips curl in an involuntary smile at the mention of the nickname. Whatever, you thought. You still had it in you to kill the moron, even if he was your favorite so far, despite all the stupid things he had done.

“I really wish I could call you sooner”, Andrew rambled on and on, and you could almost touch the guilt in his voice. But this wasn’t even nearly enough for you to forgive and forget. “Are you mad at me?” he finally asked in a tiny voice, trying to assess your current state of mind. You could almost picture him biting his lips, his dark eyes barely blinking as he stared at the wall, waiting for your answer.

You puffed your lips, and the sound seemed to break the tension, which had built up in the room. Torturing him by not saying anything, you returned to sit in a chair, Teddy’s eyes still following you.

“I’d say mad is so three champagnes ago, but you know I’d be lying. Where the fuck are you, Garfinkel?” you narrowed your eyes at Teddy as he smirked at you heartily. “In case you’re wondering what the right answer sounds like, it’s the noise of your steps as you walk into the VIP lounge.”

The line went silent. You felt your stomach drop, a sharp sting of something you couldn’t quite place hitting you like a runaway train.

“I won’t be able to make it tonight”, he whispered your thoughts in your ear, as you exhaled sharply, biting your lip till it hurt.

“Of course you won’t”, you muttered, covering your eyes with your free hand. “Why am I even surprised”, you reprimanded yourself bitterly, staring in Ted’s now darkened, rigid eyes.

“No, no, no, don’t do this to me, Y/N”, Garfield maundered, as if trying to save you from the disappointment, already sitting on your chest. “I swear to you, if I only knew… Listen, how about I pay for your hotel room? And anything you’d like? And tomorrow morning, when I land, I’m gonna come get you and I’m going to take you out for breakfast and then we’ll go to Ellen’s together. And after that, I’ll…”

“You’ll go fuck yourself!” you exclaimed, brushing your messy, entangled hair back, feeling a wave of nausea hit you. Andrew went radio silent, probably shocked at your sudden outburst of emotion. “You promised me”, you tried to keep your voice leveled but failed, “I sure hope that wherever the fuck you are, it’s worth losing my faith in you, once and for all”, you noticed Teddy furrow his brows at your stone-cold facial expression. He’d probably break Garfield’s nose if a) Andrew were here, b) he weren’t English, thus eliminating all possibility of national solidarity.

And right then, a soft murmur reached your ears.

A faint echo, no more than a reverberation really, you might have even imagined it for all you knew.

“What the fuck was that?” your eyes grew wide as your heart skipped a beat. It can’t be, a tiny hope crossed your mind, but deep inside you had an answer for your question already. Andrew didn’t speak, and the feeling of dread consumed your entire being.

“Y/N, I had to stay. She needed me.”

This ain’t a secret that Hollywood loves shitty chick flicks, disguised under the pompous name of independent drama, a genre involving a pseudo-bad tragic hero and a weeping girl. It’s just how it is. You still remembered that very Jane Austenish historical motion picture you starred in along with your ex Dane Dehaan – both the guy and the movie belonged to your mile-long list of wrong choices, but both seemed to be the manifestations of God’s largesse at the time. Just like any other independent drama, the movie had those life-changing words that were supposed to ring in the air and make the audience cry for their mothers at a given moment. When the time came, you thought you did a fantastic job showing the emptiness Dane’s words left you with when, following the script, he told you he didn’t love you anymore. You thought you knew how it ought to be played because you could imagine what it felt like. You’ve got a Golden Globe nomination for that scene alone, for fucks’ sake.

As you stared blankly at Teddy’s alarmed face, feeling that treacherous pinching in your nose, you suddenly realized you didn’t know shit. It felt like the weight of the entire universe fell on your shoulders and you could almost hear your spine crack under it. Something just broke in you, no longer functional, making it hard for you to catch your breath. With your temples pulsating in the deafening silence surrounding you, you realized you were about to deliver the performance of your life, worth so much more than a fucking Oscar, at least because you weren’t on Stage fucking 9 anymore.

“Twenty-fucking-six, Andrew”, you said, your expression unreadable. “That’s the number of premieres, presentations and charity galas I accompanied you to this last month alone, pretending to be your girlfriend so nobody learns how much of a fucking heart-broken sissy you are. Fifteen, wanna take a wild guess what this number represents?” tears of anger and irritation, but mostly fatigue welling in your eyes, you let you question hang in the air, met with complete and utter stillness. “Yeah, I thought so. That’s the number of times I had to put my personal life on hold, so you and I can be caught on photo playing happy couple somewhere in the streets of Rome. Six,” you looked up, fighting an urge to let your self-pity tears out, and finally conquering it, “That’s the number of times I had to turn amazing guys down because we are fucking fake-dating and there’s no way I’d compromise your image and the Breath movie the contract for which I was stupid enough to sign”, you were avoiding Teddy’s stare at all costs now, looking down at your feet. You therefore missed him tapping something on his phone. “I did all that, as it turns out, for forty-fucking-three times you left me explaining to my own publicist and press what the fuck my supposedly loving boyfriend was doing, coming out of his ex’s place in New York in the morning, looking thoroughly fucked!” you finally spit, your speech transforming into a full-blown scream. “I have no fucking idea why I was waiting on a different kind of story this time!” you jumped back on your feet, as if it was going to make you feel better to actually feel the ground under your feet. As if the sensation were going to assure you this wasn’t a just a bad dream.

“Y/N, please, just let me explain…” you heard Andrew speak as though he were standing right next to you, in a voice too strong for someone who had just fucked up big time. “She really needed me this time, okay? I couldn’t just…”

“I needed you too!” you screamed bloody murder, tears rolling down your cheeks freely now as you felt your head blaze with a mind-numbing pain. “Just like all those forty-three times before tonight! So fuck you, Andrew!” you snapped, your anger reaching its apotheosis. “I’m out! And I hope that will fucking damn near kill you! I am gonna come to Ellen’s show tomorrow, because I promised, but that’s gonna be the last you’ll see of me! And if you’re gonna try and contact me again, I will have you castrated! Oh and say hi to Emily for me, asshole! You’re all hers now!” before Andrew could say as much as a no or a fuck you back, you hit the end of the call button and threw your cell on the leather chair you had been occupying for the last three hours, waiting, as it turned out in vain, for your friend to show.

Hitting the leather surface like a rubber ball, your iPhone landed on the floor right next to your bag as you just stood there, in the middle of the lounge, looking at Teddy, your safe boat, like he, out of all people, knew what to do now, after the world had finally ended.

“I’ve gotten you a suite in Ritz. The limo’s waiting outside”, he stood from his chair, his holiday attire contrasting sharply with the determination his eyes were exuding. You were thankful to him for not wanting to give you one of his bear hugs like he would normally do, because God knows, this small act of kindness would have turned you into dust. He grabbed your two leather suitcases, and handed you your bag, having slid your phone inside. You watched him silently, biting the inside of your cheek.

“Ready to go?”

You nodded, not producing a sound.

Who fucking cared how many people Teddy might have killed in his past, when the reassuring sound of his voice and one look was all it took for you to feel safe and peaceful again?

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