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#oh by the way i listened again and tom says first ''why do we have to...'' so GREG asked for the room?

sweetiecutie · 2 years

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Dating Tom Marvolo Riddle

Warnings: NSFW, possessiveness, toxicity

A/n: sorry for the long absence babes! I’m in my depressive episode again, but I finally managed to finish those hc’s, they’ve been in my drafts for ages🙄. Anyways, hope you’ll enjoy it💖

Even though Tom never expresses his attraction toward you verbally, you can still see just how much you mean to him through his actions. His love is all about the small gestures like fixing the askew collar of your shirt, sharing his notes if you have difficulties in some classes, making sure that you eat enough etc.

You’re the only one who can actually touch him. Of course, teachers, especially Slughorn, often give Tom encouraging pats on the back or shoulder, but only you are allowed to touch his skin. To play with neat waves of his dark hair, brush your fingertips against Tom’s cheekbones in endearment, interlock your fingers while walking down school halls together. Only you

Tom is very possessive, not only with treasured magical objects, but also with you. He wants everyone to know that you are his, his and his only. Most of the time one of his hands rests securely around your shoulders or waist, keeping you as close as possible, glaring down at anyone who looks at you longer than a few seconds

Because of said possessiveness Tom is almost always by your side - you sit together in all your shared classes, and if it happened that he doesn’t take one of the subjects that you do, he has his devoted followers to be right beside you instead, making sure that no ‘unreliable’ people from your class are in near proximity to you. Outside of classes - you’re almost always seated on his lap. In the common room, courtyard, library - everywhere. He especially loves it when you sit on his lap during his privat meetings in the Room of Requirements - him sitting in the head of a long table with you cuddled up into his side, surrounded by his followers listening resolutely to every word he says. It gives him such a sense of power, having not only all of his minions, but also you - the only person he loves - at his complete mercy

Every one of Tom’s followers knows better than to talk to you, unless you are the one who starts conversation. And god forbid them being anything than polite and friendly to you.

Casual dominance? Yes, Tom is all about that. He likes it when you submit to his orders, no matter how small and trivial they are. “Darling, finish your tea, you need to warm up after a walk” or “Go to bed now, it’s too late” or “Put your book down, you’ve been reading for too long. Let your eyes rest”. And it angers Tom so much when you disobey, he wants what’s best for you, why can’t you see that? Most of the conflicts you guys have are actually caused by that, because you too don’t like being pushed around like a small child

Talking about conflicts - it is extremely hard for Tom to admit that he’s wrong, so if conflicts do occur between you two, Tom makes it look like you are the guilty one (even if you’re not). So yeah, he’s still a bit toxic, no matter how hard he tries to suppress it within himself

NSFW ahead!

Despite popular opinion walking around this mesmerizing platform, I don’t think that Tom sleeps around with every person he deems attractive. In fact, I’m pretty sure you’ll be his first (and only) sexual partner, even despite all the girls and boys almost throwing themselves on him in hopes of getting at least one touch

WILL👏FINGER👏YOU👏LITERALLY EVERYWHERE👏 Okay but this man has absolutely no shame when it comes to his lover (meaning you). Plus points if you’re in public place like library or classroom, and god, is he cocky. “You gotta be quiet, yeah? Don’t want other people to hear how much of a slut you are, do we?” all while his long slender fingers make their way up under your skirt, past the elastic of your pretty panties, and all you are left to do is to spread your legs a bit wider for Tom, and try to be as quiet as possible. And oh, don’t forget to take notes, you’re still in a middle of a class!

NOT into daddy kink. Being an orphan, even the word ‘dad’ itself feels strange, wrong even for Tom, so if you want to call him daddy - expect him to freak the fuck out. But if you’re into names he’d love it if you call him ‘sir’ or ‘master’, it gives him sense of power and authority over you

And while we’re on this topic - you’re called everything BUT your name in bed. Tom loves calling you names - whore, slut, fucktoy, darling, sweetness, princess - all that stuff. And oh, when he mixes praise with degradations, all while fucking you absolutely stupid *sighs dreamily*. “What’s that dollface? Is it too much for you? Can this slutty cunt take no more of my cock inside, hm? Stop pretending sweetheart, I know how much of a greedy whore you are, so shut the fuck up and take it”

Definitely will pin you against the wall as he towers over your smaller form, one hand resting next to your head while the other one cups your face gently, forcing you to look him straight in the eyes while whispering the filthiest things ever, making your panties soaking wet in a matter of minutes just by using his words. “You’re so needy, aren’t you? Walking around in that short skirt, swaying your hips like that. Think I didn’t notice, hm? I’d love to see those hips swaying while you ride my cock, what do you think about that?”

Even though Tom expects full obedience from you, he still likes it when you get a bit bratty. When you comply with every one of his orders, but there’s still something mischievous and coquettish about your behavior - naughty little comments slipping off your tongue here and there, and then you are batting that pretty doe eyes up at him, as if it wasn’t you saying all those things. “Moan louder” he orders in a strained voice, hips snapping into yours with loud smacking sound. “Fuck harder then” you quip back, sly smirk curling your lips at the sight of Tom’s perfect eyebrows pulling together in a frown. Your small giggle dies in your throat as man pulls out of you, just to slam his cock all the way back into your pussy, making your body jolt forward with the ferocity of the impact. Want it harder - you get it harder

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supernovafics · 8 months

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series masterlist | last part

pairing: modern!actor!steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: 8.1k words

warnings: explicit language, angst, fluff, smut (18+)

summary: it’s ten months of texts, phone calls, voicemails, anything to make it feel like everything isn’t too different. and for the most part, it works. until you and steve finally see each other again

EPILOGUE | ❝𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆❞

You: How’s New York so far?

Steve: Good aside from Tom trying to force me to do more press stuff than what we initially agreed on and I’ve only been here three days

You: I kinda miss that british man

Steve: That truly offends me</3

You: I’m sorry<3

You: Okay very very important question

You: Empire State of Mind or Welcome to New York?

Steve: ????

You: You’re in New York for the next month so one of them has to be your signature song (and yes this is coming from the person that has only been to New York a handful of times. shut up don’t mention it)

Steve: Can I say no to both of them?

You: No.

Steve: Okay then

Steve: The Taylor Swift one

You: Solid answer

You: Now I will start your morning right every day you’re there by sending you lyrics from that song :)

Steve: Oh god

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Steve: What was the name of that show we watched for almost five hours at your place that one night?

You: It sincerely hurts me that you forgot the name of Brooklyn Nine-Nine….

Steve: Yes, that’s it! I was thinking about this one episode we watched of it but I couldn’t remember the name

You: Are you about to watch it without me? (if the answer is yes that hurts me even more)

Steve: Yes I was… But now no way I would never watch it without you

You: A true friend. Thank you

Steve: Oh wait I’m just now realizing how late it is where you are. How are you even talking to me right now?

You: Yeah, it’s 2am but I can’t sleep. First day of real filming tomorrow. First day being AD. And yes all the pre-production stuff me and Jessie have been doing since we got to Spain two weeks ago has been perfectly leading to this moment, but now it just feels so fucking real and even though I know I’m not gonna mess up or anything I’m still nervous

Steve: You’re gonna do great and actually I think it’s impossible for you not to be really good at what you do

You: Thank you

Steve: I would suggest that I call you and we watch an episode of Brooklyn Nine-Nine to take your mind off things but you should sleep

You: No actually can we do that? I’m wide awake right now and I don’t think I’ll be able to fall asleep anytime soon

You: Also fun fact: I’m actually able to function better when I’m running on barely three hours of sleep

Steve: That’s a huge lie but okay

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“… Please leave a message after the beep.”

You listened to the all-too familiar sound of the “beep” and then began speaking. “Okay, I know it’s like three in the morning in LA right now, so it completely makes sense why you didn’t answer. But, anyway, I just landed in London last night and now it’s morning and I’m at the coffee shop that you told me I should go to while I’m here.”

“It’s really, really great, and I hate how right you are about the tea being amazing, and it actually makes me change my mind about how much I dislike tea. Oh, also, I got my first ever British scone from here and it’s so good too. I think I’ll probably be spending every day at this place while I’m here for the next month.”

“And I know you raved a lot about the breakfast sandwiches here too, so I will try that tomorrow. I think you said that the bacon one was your favorite, but please confirm that because I can’t fully remember… Oh, wait, nevermind, it’s definitely the bacon because I do remember you saying that you miss it a lot.”

“I could bring you one back if you want? No, wait, actually, that wouldn’t make sense because even when I leave London, I’m still gonna be in Europe for three more months… Wait, I see that they sell coffee mugs here, though, so I could definitely bring you back that if you wanted me to? They have some cool options.”

“Alright, I think I’m just rambling at this point so let me shut up.” You let out a small laugh. “Okay, bye.”

Call Ended

You: *image attached*

You: Enjoy that picture of me being the most touristy tourist in the world :)

Steve: I can’t believe you’re doing the leaning tower of pisa pose thing

You: I had to. I couldn’t come here and not do it. It feels like tradition. A rite of passage, if you will

Steve: You’re such a dork

You: Joke’s on you because I fully take that as a compliment, so thank you

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The feeling of your phone vibrating in the back pocket of the jeans you were wearing surprised you because you thought you had turned it off for the day. And then seeing Steve’s name take over your phone screen further surprised you, but you didn’t hesitate to answer the call.

“Hi,” You said. You were on a break for the first time that day, so the timing of his call was actually kind of perfect. “This is a pretty nice surprise.”

“Hey, how’s it going?” It felt really good actually hearing his voice for the first time in what felt like forever.

“Pretty good. I never thought I’d actually find myself truly missing LA, but now I kinda can’t wait to be back there in three weeks,” You answered, saying what had been on your mind for a while at this point. “How’s Vancouver?”

“Nice so far. It’s actually been snowing a lot, but I like it.”

“I hope you've been doing all of the snow and Winter activities; making snow angels, sledding down hills. Y’know, all the stuff they do in children’s Christmas movies.”

You almost immediately heard Steve laugh at your words. “The apartment I’m staying at here has a balcony, and last night after it stopped snowing I made a really small snowman.”

You smiled. “I love that. Please send me a picture of it.”

“Okay.”

Things became quiet for a moment, and it was a silence that easily felt comfortable and you didn’t mind it at all. Simply knowing that Steve was on the other end of the call felt like enough.

“This is a random thought, but we never usually talk on the phone. Mainly because our time zones are insanely different, so the timing is never right, and we’re either leaving each other voicemails or just texting, which is fine. But it’s really nice hearing your voice. It’s just… really comforting.” You let out a soft breath. “Where I am right now and where I’ve been the past five-ish months have become my makeshift “homes,” but talking to you actually feels like home, in a way… And I know exactly how disgustingly cheesy that sounds. Don’t say anything about it, or I will end this call.”

Steve laughed a bit. “No, I agree with you. We’ve talked about feeling lonely before, but even though we haven’t seen each other in what feels like a really long time, whenever we text and especially when we talk on the phone, it’s hard to feel lonely. It’s like all of these miles between us don’t really matter, which is nice. You’re my “home” too.”

You were quiet for a second, fully taking in his words and smiling at how happy they made you feel. It was the kind of happiness where you also kind of felt like crying.

You loved what you had been doing currently with your job and you wouldn’t have changed any of it, but you also really wished that you could see Steve right then; you would’ve killed for a hug.

“Okay, I think I should go before I start crying,” You said, only slightly joking with your words. “Also, I only have ten more minutes of my break, and I haven’t eaten since this morning.”

“Oh shit, I’m sorry.”

You shook your head even though he couldn’t see you. “No, don’t be sorry. Like I said, I really like when we can actually talk to each other. I like hearing your voice.”

“I like hearing yours too,” He told you and somehow it was easy to hear the smile in his tone. “Okay, I’m gonna hang up now. Go eat something.”

“Aye, aye captain,” You said with a small laugh. “Talk to you soon.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You: I just watched the final cut of Fear of Lonesome with Jessie… Enjoy this picture of me currently bawling my eyes out at the ending

You: *image attached*

Steve: Sorry for making you cry?

You: It was worth it, honestly

Steve: You’re coming to the cast and crew screening next week right?

You: Of course. I will happily cry at this movie again :)

You: It’s kinda really fucked up how good of an actor you are

Steve: Thank you? At least I think that’s a compliment

You: It is<3

You: Anyway I’ll see you next week then

You: The first time in a really really long time. Holy shit

Steve: That feels a little weird to think about. But a good kind of weird

You: Yeah definitely the good kind

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

It was a moment that was ten months in the making.

Ten months of texts, voicemails, and sporadic phone calls. Ten months of being so far apart from one another, but doing so much to make it feel like you weren’t.

It was all leading here— seeing Steve in person at the small theater in West Hollywood that had been rented out for the night’s occasion. And when you saw him, talking to random members of the cast and crew, it didn’t exactly feel real, which made you not say anything.

Until he saw you and your eyes met and small smiles were quickly shared. You gave him a small nod before you got pulled into a conversation with someone.

He looked a little different, hair grown out a bit more and there was something minorly different about his stance, but overall he was still your Steve. Well, not technically yours, but close enough. You then wondered if he thought you looked any different. You personally felt a bit different, in a good way; like you’d become better over the past ten months, and in some ways, more of yourself.

It was almost amusing how, most of the time, the time seemed to move slowly over the past ten months, but now it was suddenly moving so much faster.

Everyone left the lobby area and started making their way inside the room that the screening would be happening in since it was scheduled to start in five minutes, but you and Steve lingered back, walking toward each other until there were only a few beats of space between you two.

You smiled at him again. “Hi.”

“Hi.” He stepped forward to close the rest of the distance between you and pull you in for a hug, but you stepped back.

“Oh, I don’t know if I’m allowed to hug you. Y’know given that you’re an engaged man and all.” You tried to be completely serious with your words but it was hard not to laugh at least a little bit.

According to many celebrity news outlets, Steve and his female costar of the limited series he’d been filming in Vancouver for the past five months were dating. It was a rumor that started about two months into filming, and there had been no confirmations about the said relationship but there were also no hard denials, so the speculations continued. And then there were even a handful of news outlets that went quite insane with their headlines and said that the two were secretly engaged. You both had laughed about it then when you sent that article to him, because the rumors were hilariously ridiculous, and you couldn’t not joke about it now.

“Ha ha,” He said, voice deadpan. “I didn’t even get to tell you, but Tom suggested that me and Lily actually start fake dating because, in addition to all of this giving so much more press to the show, it could also help me. If I’m dating someone it will fully “kill off the asshole image.” I immediately vetoed that idea, though.”

Although the asshole narrative that surrounded Steve still existed— not as prominent as it once was but it still lingered whenever his name was brought up by the media— it was hard to see him like that anymore.

You let out a laugh. “Of course Tom would suggest that.”

“Yeah, he’s…” Steve trailed off with a quick shake of his head. “Anyway, c’mere.”

You walked into his open arms that time, pushing up on your toes to circle your arms around his neck as his wrapped around your waist. Your eyes fell shut as he held you tight and it was then that the time felt like it started to move slow again.

“I have something for you,” You told him after a moment, words getting somewhat lost in his neck but he was still able to hear you. “A little gift. It’s in my car, I’ll give it to you after.”

“I also have something for you,” Steve whispered, and you opened your eyes at that.

You pulled back from the hug, still smiling at him. “Great minds, hm?”

He nodded and matched your smile with one of his own. Seeing him right then still didn’t entirely feel real just yet, so you went quiet once again and the two of you simply looked at each other.

During the past ten months you and him had talked pretty much all of the time, but there was something different about this moment. Feelings that you thought you had successfully pushed far away rushed right back to the surface.

“We should head inside,” He said, breaking the silence and pulling you out of your thoughts, which you were grateful for because you really didn’t want to think right then, especially not about that.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You were the one that suggested Steve come back to your place and the small gift exchange happen there.

The screening felt as if it ended too soon and the inevitability of the night itself ending started to hang in the air. However, you couldn’t allow that to happen; you wanted this night to last as long as it could.

Steve agreed with your suggestion and thirty minutes after various goodbyes were said, the two of you were sitting on your couch as a frozen pizza that you’d just bought yesterday cooked in the oven because both of you were hungry.

You were already wearing the navy blue oversized crewneck he got you that had “Vancouver” embroidered in white across the front of it. It was comfortable and perfect, and a simple gift but also the best thing you’d received in a while.

“I hope you like this,” You said as you handed him the gift you’d gotten for him; a cream colored mug with the logo of a coffee shop in brown lettering on the side. “I know you said that you were okay with not getting a mug from that coffee shop in London, but I just really wanted to get you this one.”

Steve looked at the mug for a second and then at you, a smile on his face. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome,” You said and your fingers started mindlessly playing with the hem of your crewneck as you continued speaking. “I’ve missed you a lot this past year. I know we talked so often and everything, but being right here, in person, feels really nice.”

“I’ve missed you too,” He said softly before he placed the mug on the coffee table barely a few feet away and then met your eyes again. “There were so many times where I wanted to just drop everything and go see you. Rearrange plans or cancel some stupid press stuff and meet up with you. Even if it would only be for barely a day or whatever. I just always wanted to see you.”

You wanted to tell him how much you related to his words. You wanted to say how there were a countless amount of times where you had yearned to do the exact same thing. However, you couldn’t find the words to tell Steve any of that, so instead you only looked at him for a bit.

It was almost funny how many times you had become at a loss of words so far that night simply because of him. But it was as if the fact that you were suppressing so much made you unable to say pretty much anything. Because you were scared of where exactly your mind would go if you didn’t immediately shut down some of your thoughts that involved you and Steve, especially now that he was right here instead of thousands of miles away and no longer solely limited to the confines of your phone.

He was your friend. Best friend. And it had been so much easier to pretend that that was where you and him solely began and ended when you both were so far away from each other— when he wasn’t right in front of you and you weren’t so easily reminded of how close you two used to be in such a different way.

Those same revived feelings from earlier that night came right back again, and they practically increased tenfold because you found yourself wanting to kiss him so fucking badly. And, of course, there was a part of your mind that immediately told you just how bad of an idea that would be. However, at that moment, you became okay with all logical thinking being pushed out of the window.

In your mind it felt like you were moving in slow motion, scooting closer to him on the couch and sliding into his lap so that your legs were on either side of him, but in reality it was happening so much quicker. However, you stopped there before you did anything else.

You could see some confusion in his eyes and also something else that you couldn’t fully decipher, maybe he was contemplating things as much as you had been before you decided to take this sort of plunge.

That look was almost enough to wake you up and remind you of what had been agreed upon all those months ago, but it wasn’t enough to make you pull away from Steve. However, instead of sliding off of his lap or moving things further, you gave the metaphorical ball to him.

You let silence hang in the air as the two of you simply looked at each other and you gave him the opportunity to push you away. To tell you that there wasn’t any part of him that wanted this to happen. That he was so far past feeling anything like that toward you anymore. That he never even thought about it.

You would’ve been okay with any of those things happening because even though it would’ve hurt, it would actually make things a thousand times easier.

But, he didn’t do or say any of that. Instead, he closed the last bit of space between you two and slotted his lips against yours.

It was an immovable and obvious fact that you had missed him so much over the past ten months, but you now realized that you had missed this just as much. A soft kiss that almost immediately turned into something more with one of Steve’s hands coming up to cup your cheek and the other finding your hip to keep you steady. You couldn’t help but moan into his mouth when his tongue ran across your bottom lip making the kiss deeper, and your hands fisted themselves into his t-shirt to bring yourself impossibly closer to him.

For the time being, you effectively turned your mind off. You deliberately chose not to think about what this exactly meant or what it would come to mean. All you focused on in that moment was how fucking good doing this with Steve felt.

Your hands found the hem of your crewneck because you suddenly felt way too hot and you pulled away from Steve for a second so that you could slip it over your head, leaving you in just your black tank top and shorts.

You became so lost in the pure happiness of everything that was happening right then that you couldn’t hear anything except your heart pounding in your ears and the soft sounds Steve was managing to elicit from you due to the way he was squeezing your hips.

“The oven,” He mumbled against your lips, which slowly snapped you out of the haze you were in. “The oven is beeping.”

It was then that you heard the incessant noise; almost too loud and clear.

You abruptly pulled away from Steve and maneuvered off of his lap. “Oh, shit.”

He followed you into the kitchen as you opened up the oven and used a mitt to grab the circular pan the pizza was on and place it atop the stove.

“That was, um…” You trailed off not knowing exactly where you wanted to go with your words.

Steve shook his head. “It’s okay. We don’t have to talk about it.”

“I don’t regret what just happened,” You blurted out. They were the words that pretty much mimicked what was said after the first time you two ever had sex. But, instead of those words first coming from Steve they were coming from you. “And I don’t really know what that means, and I kinda don’t wanna think about what it means right now. I kinda just don’t wanna think at all right now. Sometimes I feel like I think way too much when it comes to us.”

He was quiet for a second before he nodded at you. “Okay.”

His hands found your hips and you were softly pressed against the side of the kitchen counter. You two shared a look that felt as if it was saying a million things, none of which you particularly wanted to decipher right then.

Before things could stay silent for too long, before you accidentally let your mind fall down a spiraling rabbit hole, you nodded a bit and mimicked Steve’s previous word. “Okay.”

His hands came up to cup your face before he leaned in to kiss you again. You didn’t waste a second to push yourself onto the counter and Steve’s lips found your neck, roughly kissing and nipping at the skin. Your hands started playing with the hem of his t-shirt before circling in the loops of his jeans and pulling him flush against you. When you felt his hardness press against your inner thigh, you took in a sharp breath and let out a soft moan. You were completely certain that you would’ve let him pull off your shorts and underwear and do whatever he wanted to do to you against your kitchen counter if you weren’t reminded of something else.

“The pizza?” You mumbled, a bit unable to form the question coherently because all you could really focus on was the feeling of Steve’s mouth against you.

He pulled away from your neck and met your eyes. “We can eat it after.”

He didn’t have to specify further for you to know exactly what he meant. You smiled and pressed a quick kiss against his lips. “Yeah, after sounds perfect.”

It became a blur of movements after those words fell from your lips. His hands found the backs of your thighs and he picked you up— the abruptness of the action made you simultaneously yelp and laugh as your arms came up to circle around his neck. You were carried to your bedroom and softly placed down against the unmade bed. Clothes were quickly shed until there was nothing between you and him.

No words were said in these rushed moments where hands and mouths roamed almost everywhere on each other's bodies; the brief looks shared and breathy noises coming from both of you were enough.

It was as if one mind was being shared or a song that only you two knew the words to was playing and both of you were singing along. Your hands were in his hair, softly pulling because the groans he’d let out were probably the hottest thing you’d ever heard. And his middle finger softly teased your clit as he whispered the filthiest things in your ear because he knew just how much that would make you lose it.

It had been almost a year but neither of you forgot these little things about one another and it almost felt like second nature to be with each other in this way. There wasn’t a hint of nervousness or awkwardness, and maybe that was saying a lot more than you wanted to admit.

You were positive that if you fully thought about what was happening right then, your mind wouldn’t hesitate to yell at you that this was a bad idea; that it would only make things complicated, and start you both back at square one.

However, it would also tell you that the times in your life where you felt your happiest and most comfortable mainly consisted of moments with Steve, and that was something that felt as if it would never change.

Therefore, when he slipped inside you with a low groan that you caught with your mouth and proceeded to make you come faster than you had in such a long time, it was hard to feel anything but completely happy.

Your legs wrapped around him, coaxing him deeper inside of you and soft “pleases” fell from your lips begging him to come. And after a particularly hard thrust, he let out a loud “Fuck” and came inside of you, and you couldn’t do anything but moan at the feeling of his cum painting your walls.

The weight of him crushed you in the most comforting way possible, and you tilted your head upward a bit to meet his lips in a soft and lazy kiss. The two of you stayed just like that for a while, coming down from your highs and letting your racing hearts return to normal. Your head fell back against your pillow, eyes closing, but you didn’t feel tired.

“When those articles about you and Lily dating started coming out, I knew exactly how ridiculous the rumors were because I feel like we have the kind of… friendship where you’d tell me if you were dating someone… But, there was still a small part of me that believed it for a second, and it was actually so hard to not feel a little sad about it.” Your words came out quiet, and you actually had no idea why you had just said all of that— perhaps that confession did not make for the best post-sex pillow talk conversation. But, for some reason, you wanted to say it.

It was a thought that had weighed on you all those months ago, and you knew that you couldn’t tell that to him then because of what it implied. And you weren’t entirely sure why and what made this moment different from then.

Steve was quiet for a bit and his face was buried in your neck as he softly spoke. “I don’t really know what to say to that.”

“It’s okay,” You whispered back. “You don’t have to say anything. It was dumb of me to feel that way about it.”

He rolled off of you and the feel of his warmth against you was something that you missed almost immediately. For a second you thought that maybe you ruined this moment, whatever it was, but then he said something.

“What are you doing this weekend?” He asked, and you were grateful for the randomness of the subject change.

You let out a breath that you didn't know you’d been holding and turned on your side to face him. “For once, absolutely nothing. It’ll probably be the last time I actually have nothing to do before the documentary I’m helping out on starts filming in a month, and I have to do some pre-production stuff for it soon.”

Work was honestly the only thing in your life that felt completely certain, so it always felt easy to talk about.

“You should come to New York. I’m going tomorrow, and I'll be there until the premiere here for the movie next week. I have to do some press stuff and have a few meetings. A bunch of boring stuff, but you should come for the weekend,” Steve said, one hand finding your bare hip and softly rubbing the skin. “To make the boring stuff a lot less boring.”

You couldn’t help but smile at that, and you nodded at him, quickly deciding not to think too heavily about your answer. “Okay.”

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It was a little surprising that it wasn’t surprising how easy things fell back into that old place with you and Steve. Back to what sort of resembled the “arrangement” that had started during filming a year ago where you two pretty much acted like you were in a relationship, but neither of you would say the words or wholeheartedly acknowledge that fact.

There was a lot that you two would eventually have to talk about, but you decided that that would be a bridge that you’d cross once you were hours away from getting on your flight back to California. And it was a flight that kept changing because you didn’t want to leave New York just yet; you didn’t want to leave Steve yet.

So, your weekend trip extended days upon days until Wednesday came and it was agreed upon that you’d just go back to Los Angeles Friday morning when Steve was heading back there as well because that was the same day as the movie premiere.

You had a little work to do during those first few weekdays you were there, but you found it easy to respond to emails and make the phone calls you needed to from the comfort of Steve’s apartment, which was smaller than his place in LA but of course still massive and had a great view of Central Park. The dining room area became your makeshift “work from home” spot with your laptop at the table at pretty much all times. And while you did that, Steve was off doing press stuff for the movie, or he was in meetings; the things aside from filming that came along with being a famous actor.

And then when the day would change into the evening and then night, you two were together, doing everything that you both had desperately missed doing. You two still knew each other’s bodies so well, and it was as if that fact was only further and further proven every night.

It was hard not to be close to each other when for so long, you hadn’t been able to be, and because of that, things became a little different this time around in comparison to what the “arrangement” had been. There were little touches and affections— holding hands while sitting as close as you possibly could on the couch or Steve kissing you goodbye before he’d leave the apartment— that hadn’t happened before because of the lines that had been metaphorically drawn, but they felt pretty blurred now.

A sort of routine quickly and almost effortlessly formed and it gave you that glimpse into what you and him could be if the circumstances were slightly different. And it was hard not to admit that you completely adored what this “what if” looked like.

“We need snacks.” Your words were random and abrupt and Steve only looked at you amusingly.

It was Wednesday night, days before things would inevitably change, and you weren’t completely sure what they’d change into— if they’d go back to the normal you had created with Steve where the two of you were friends and nothing more, or if things changed into something else entirely. You still completely avoided thinking about it all, and it was pretty damn nice living in this fantasy world.

The two of you were on the couch in his living room. Your legs were draped over his lap and a blanket covered you both.

One of Steve’s hands was absentmindedly rubbing your leg beneath the blanket as he spoke. “There’s some stuff in the pantry.”

“If we’re about to spend the entire night watching The Hunger Games movies we need more than just the chips to keep us alive.”

His eyebrows furrowed at your words. “Am I underestimating how long these movies are?”

“You definitely are,” You said with a small laugh and pressed a quick kiss against his lips. You then pulled off the blanket that had been draped over the both of you and stood up from the couch. “I’ll go to the convenience store down the street.”

Steve got up as well. “I’ll come too.”

You quickly shook your head. “No way. It’s kinda insane how the paparazzi seem way more ruthless here. I think they’re always camping outside the building.”

Over the past few days, you had come to the conclusion that it was lucky that Steve lived in an apartment building because whenever you would leave and come back, no one could ever know that you were there for him. And you knew just how big of a field day they would have if they did know, especially because of the dating rumors that were still circling about him and Lily.

“Yeah, way too many famous people live here,” Steve said as he followed you into his bedroom.

Your small suitcase, that had only been meant for a weekend trip and was packed as such, was a haphazard mess in the corner. You slipped off the shorts you were wearing and pulled on a black pair of leggings.

“And yet, I’ve still not run into Paul Rudd on the elevator since I’ve been here,” You jokingly said and expected Steve to laugh, but instead he bypassed your statement.

“Wait, it’s raining. You sure you’re gonna be okay out there?”

You smiled at his slightly concerned face. “Okay, I know I’ve been living in LA for a long time now, but don’t worry I have in fact experienced rain before.”

Steve shook his head at you but still couldn’t help but laugh a little at your words. “Hold on.”

He almost immediately walked away, heading into his closet, before you could ask him what he was doing, and then returned moments later with a hoodie and umbrella.

“I was already planning to steal a hoodie, but thanks for the umbrella,” You told him with a smile as you put on the plain black hoodie. “What kind of candy do you want me to get?”

“Skittles.”

“Solid answer,” You responded with a nod.

The two of you headed toward the front door and you put on your shoes that were next to it. Once you were done, Steve handed you the umbrella. He then pulled the hood of the hoodie over your head and then leaned in to press a kiss on your nose. “Don’t meet Paul Rudd on the elevator.”

You laughed a bit. “I’m sorry, but I really, really hope I do.”

You didn’t meet Paul Rudd on the elevator, and you told Steve that with an over dramatic sad sigh when you came back from the store twenty minutes later, a bag full of junk food in hand, before you both settled back on the couch.

The two of you were only able to fully watch the first two Hunger Games movies before falling asleep an hour into the third one, around two in the morning. You half-woke up when the credits were rolling and then lightly poked Steve awake so that you two could go to his actual bed for the rest of the night.

“This is how it would be, y’know,” Steve said in the morning, words slightly getting lost in your hair.

The two of you were cuddled in his bed, your back pressed against his front and one of his arms draped over your waist. You had just finished having a half-awake discussion about what to do for breakfast before he said that he had to leave soon for the final day of press interviews for the movie, but he told you about a bagel place nearby that you’d probably like. And then the conversation shifted to a pinky promise agreement that you and him would finish the final two Hunger Games movies that night.

Things became quiet after that, with both of you savoring the last few minutes you could spend in bed, and you found his hand, intertwining it with yours and pulling it up to kiss the back of it.

You almost shifted around to face Steve after he abruptly said his previous words, but you felt too comfortable in your current position to do so. “How what would be?”

“You and me if we decided to be something real.”

“Steve,” You said softly and then decided to shift around so that you were looking at him. His hair was a little disheveled and he looked pretty tired, but he also looked so cute. If he hadn’t just abruptly pushed open the door to the conversation that you knew needed to happen, you were certain that you would’ve kissed him right then.

“I’m just saying...” He said as his shoulders upturned in a small shrug. “Also, I’m slightly kidding. This week has been really good, and I’m glad we got to have it, but I know things will go back to… normal soon. And that’s okay.”

Hearing him say that— confirming that things would just go back to how they were, a friendship where you both seemed to just lie about what you really wanted and how you felt— made you get hit with the sudden realization that you hated the thought of going back to that.

However, for some reason, you couldn’t find the words to tell him that right then, so instead you nodded at what he had just said and plastered on a fake smile. You made your voice sound as light as possible. “Yeah.”

He left the apartment forty-minutes later and you left it twenty minutes after that, deciding to go to the bagel place he suggested because you were hungry and also because you didn’t want to be alone in his apartment with only your confusing and contradicting thoughts to keep you company.

However, somehow as you walked aimlessly around Central Park— your bag with your plain cream cheese bagel in one hand and iced coffee in the other— that was when it felt like the dam broke, and your mind started spiraling because it finally felt impossible to keep avoiding and pushing your thoughts away. You were finally facing the bridge that you had told yourself you’d eventually have to cross, and in your head, you could see that the end of it was leading in two completely different directions. And you knew the exact direction you wanted to go in.

Your friendship with Steve was supposed to be more than enough. That was what you had told yourself that night at the wrap party to convince yourself that you were completely okay with only having a friendship with him.

But now, after these past five days of getting that glimpse into what something more could look like, you knew that just being friends really wasn’t enough, and it never would be. And although a part of you still felt a little scared to risk it all, there was an even bigger part of you that didn’t want to give this up anymore.

You couldn’t give up how completely and irrevocably happy Steve made you in more ways than just friendship. It was a mixture of the butterflies you’d get in your stomach whenever he would pull you close to him to press a soft kiss against your forehead or cheek and the wide smile you’d get on your face when he’d come back to the apartment after being gone for hours. It was also how he would look at you so adoringly when you would ramble about work stuff and how he could easily manage to convince you to stay in bed for “five more minutes;” five minutes that would always turn into at least ten but you never cared.

Steve Harrington made you the happiest you’d ever been and you suddenly became tired of continuously avoiding that fact.

It was a series of quick but definitely long overdue actions that happened next.

You found yourself sitting on a park bench with the thought of eating your bagel or drinking more of your coffee long forgotten for the time being, and instead they simply sat next to you, because there was something else you needed to do at that moment. You pulled out your phone and went to Steve’s contact, pressing the call button before you could think twice about it.

It went straight to voicemail, just like you knew it would because he always kept it off during interviews, so you waited for the way too familiar “beep” sound and then started speaking.

“Hi,” Your voice came out softer than you expected it to, so you cleared your throat. “I knew that you weren’t gonna answer, and I’m kinda glad that you didn’t because I just want to get all of this out all at once. So, stay tuned for a very long-winded ramble from me.” You let out a small laugh. “Um, anyway, these past five days that I’ve been here in New York with you have been so good, like insanely good, and I’ve been avoiding thinking about what would happen after this and what would exactly change between us. And I was completely okay with not thinking about any of that because it made it easier to just live in the moment and be happy with what we’ve been doing. But then this morning, you said that it’s okay that things will go back to normal soon and that finally made me think about everything, and I realized that I don’t want us to go back to “normal.” I actually kind of hate the thought of doing so.”

You stopped for a moment, gaze becoming fixated on a group of friends that had blankets spread out in the grass and were having a picnic not that far away from you, and then you looked at a couple that was walking down one of the paths holding hands.

After taking a quick breath, you kept going. “You’re so important to me, and our friendship is so important to me too… But I love you. I’m in love with you. And because of that, I can’t just be your friend. I want more, I want us to be something real; and that’s pretty much exactly what you said that night at my apartment almost a year ago. I’m so sorry that it’s taken me this long to realize just how fucking great we are together.”

Your hand that wasn’t holding your phone to your ear began absentmindedly playing with the hem of the sweatshirt you were wearing; it was the Vancouver crewneck he got for you.

“I want us to have days like this past week forever. And I know that this week has kind of been a fluke because, for the first time in a really long time, our schedules worked out pretty well. But we can make this work. I know we can. I was an idiot to say that we don’t make sense before because we do. Yes, our lives pull us in pretty different directions most of the time, and it sucks, but it's okay because it doesn’t change how I feel about you, and it never will. And I think that's the most important thing. It's why I know we, us, can actually work.”

You leaned back against the wooden bench and let out a breath. “Okay, wow, I’m so surprised that I haven’t been cut off yet… I’m currently sitting on a park bench in Central Park, and I got a bagel and coffee from the place you mentioned. I haven’t tried the bagel yet, but the coffee’s pretty good…” You trailed off with a shake of your head and then laughed a bit. “I have no idea why I’m telling you that right now. Um, anyway, I’m gonna stop talking now, and I’ll see you back at the apartment later. Bye.”

When you ended the call and pocketed your phone away, you felt an immediate weight lift off of your shoulders and you let out a contented sigh that turned into a small laugh.

You waited for a second, though, waited for something that resembled dread or regret to suddenly hit you, but it never did. And that was what let you know that what you’d just done was fully the right thing to do.

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Hours later, you still felt nothing but complete contentment with what you had done, leaving the minute and a half long voicemail that would, in fact, change everything. You wanted it to change everything.

After responding to a handful of work emails and then enduring an hour-long phone call with one of the Producer’s of the soon-to-be filming documentary, you were in the kitchen searching for some sort of a snack to eat. However, hearing the sound of the front door opening halted your rummaging.

“Hi,” You said, watching Steve enter the apartment and then close and lock the door behind him.

He met your eyes almost immediately. “I really loved that voicemail.”

You smiled at him, at how quickly he wanted to address the elephant in the room before it really even had a chance to enter. “Yeah?”

He didn’t hesitate to nod his head and he smiled back at you. “Yeah. I’m never deleting it.”

He looked so happy as he walked over to you where you were leaning against the kitchen island, and that look made your heart constrict in your chest.

“I love you,” It didn’t feel the tiniest bit scary to say the words right to him, they just felt so honest and undeniable. Your voice was soft and your arms came up to wrap around his neck, hands immediately finding home in the hair at the nape.

“Mm,” His eyes slipped shut as his arms circled around you, pulling you against him. “Say it again.”

Your mouth was right against his ear as you spoke. “I love you.”

He hummed again and then pulled back a bit, his nose brushed against yours and his lips did the same. It was all so teasing, like he wanted to take his absolute time with kissing you. However, now it didn’t have to be slow or drawn out because none of this was going to abruptly end; there was no expiration date apart of this like the arrangement you had a year ago.

“I love you too,” He said before finally slotting his lips against yours.

There was so much expressed in the soft kiss. It completely felt like the beginning of something new, something better, rather than simply a continuation of what you two had. The kiss was so certain and sure and it only further confirmed to you that everything happening was right and good and perfect. This was what you had wanted from the moment the two of you made that pinky promise during the wrap party; the one where you both said that you wouldn’t let your friendship end. Technically, it wasn’t being broken.

You pulled away when you started feeling lightheaded and you met Steve’s gaze as you allowed yourself to breathe for a bit. You were quiet for only a second.

“This will work,” You whispered.

Steve nodded and then pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Yeah, it will.”

The three simple words comforted you, they wrapped around you like a warm blanket, and you savored the feel of them. For the first time, probably ever, your overthinking mind felt sated; it couldn’t find anything wrong about this moment. You finally felt like you could breathe so goddamn easy because there was nothing to truly worry about, and you found yourself wanting to cry at that feeling, but you didn’t. Instead, you kissed Steve’s cheek and then his other one, and then his nose and forehead.

“This is random, but I’m really, really glad that I was forced to be your assistant.”

Steve laughed a bit at that. “Sometimes it doesn’t even really feel like that's where we started.” His hands found yours, intertwining them and giving them a light squeeze. “But, I’m so fucking glad that it was you.”

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author’s note: i'm gonna miss these two<333 i hope yall enjoyed this series! its been a rollercoaster fr (a good one for the most part though lol) i might do lil blurbs for these two someday because i'm way too attached to them and i have some minor ideas of some things i'd wanna do involving them.... but that probably won't happen for a while because after somehow being able to put out chapters weekly for this i do in fact need a Break lmao but anyway thank you for reading and enjoying this series🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾

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helloo!! can you do a tom x f!reader where like tom is very touchy, always having his hands around readers waist and all, and like he's big on pda but like reader hates it, she hates touch specially in public and she just pushes toms hands away everytime he does it and like he gets hurt a bit and they talk

does this make sense??

Synopsis: You are at the mall with your friends and Tom starts to get very touchy. You get upset and push him away breaking a piece of his heart. There's a serious discussion after. (2007)

Content: Sad and fluff!

Notes: Hello! I hope you like it. I was getting mad while writing this. But I'm proud of it.

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My heart hurts, please stop

“Let's go take a break by the food stands outside!” I recommend it to my friend Samantha.

“Oh, yes!” She replied.

Me and my friend Samantha and the other friends she brought went outside to go chat and eat. And my boyfriend Tom who was walking behind us catches up to me and kept a hand in the back pocket of my jeans.

I loved Tom and all don't get me wrong but sometimes the physical attention was too much. I would have to limit him from time to time. I liked my personal space.

Anyways, we got some food at the stands and went to sit at a table with a cute umbrella in the middle. Tom sat next to me with a taco on his plate. “Try some of this.” He held it out for me to bite. It felt uncomfortable to have my friends stare at us or strangers.

I was a little hesitant but I took a bite, “It's good!”

He smiled at me and I could tell he was happy to see me act this way. After when we finished eating I stood up to throw away my garbage and Tom behind me of course.

I went back to the table and listened to what my friends were talking about. I felt Tom’s hands on my waist and his lips touching my neck. I tried to ignore it but he hugged me and held my hands upfront with his body pressed on me. I shake off his hands and they were back on my waist but then I took them off my waist.

“Baby...” He whispered tickling my ear.

“Can you back off for a minute?” I whispered back.

And that's when he pushed it when he kissed the back of my neck. It was time to go home.

“I had a great time with you guys but we are going go to back home,” I announced.

“Aw okay, call me when you want to hang out again and Tom is welcome to come!” She waved us off.

My ass. Next time he isn't coming.

Me and Tom walked away into the parking lot. He tried holding onto my hand but I moved it away.

“Can you not touch me for once? You are the reason why we are leaving right now. I hate it so much. I hate it every time you touch me.” I blurt out.

I stopped in my tracks when I heard only my steps. I turn around and Tom stood there like a hurt puppy. No words came out but the expression on his face was broken. He walked passed me to the car.

Driving to the house

Tom didn't say anything the whole time on our way home. Usually, he would have his hand on my thigh or hold my hand while he is driving.

“Tom look--”

“Don't talk to me right now Y/N.” He interrupted.

I didn't say anything else but looked out the window. I realized how much I hurt him. I was fighting back the tears. I shouldn't be the one crying. What have I done?

Arrived at the house

I took a seat at the dining room table. Tom sat in front of me looking down. It was silent. What could I say?

“Do you not love me anymore?” He spoke first.

“I still love you and always will.” , “Doesn't seem like it all you do is push me away whether it's public or private.”

“I'm just not used to someone giving me attention like that. It makes me uncomfortable.”

“I understand that but I'm your boyfriend or maybe your future fiance. How should I make you comfortable? By not touching you at all? If that's the case we shouldn't be together.” Those last words tore me apart.

“Are you breaking up with me?” I was lost for words at this point.

“I'm not. I want to continue loving you. I want to see what our future can be. But you are the one that's treating our relationship as if we should.” Tom started choking on his words. It was hard for it to leave his mouth when he said that. Tears were forming and he looked away from me to wipe them away.

“I'm sorry Tom, I never viewed it that way before. I didn't know it meant so much to you...”

“I can't do this.” Tom stood up and went to our bedroom and closed the door.

I sit there feeling like an asshole. I let him calm down for a few minutes before stepping to the door. I gave it a light knock. But no answer. I creaked open the door and saw him laying in the bed.

I laid down on the bed beside him looking at his face. He stared at me with no expression. Only puffy eyes. I did something I never did before.

I held out my arms and he looked a bit shocked. He moved closer slowly waiting for me to tell him to go away. I hugged him holding him so tight that we were nearly one person.

“I'm sorry...” I cried on him.

“My heart hurts.” He said hugging me back and inhaling the smell of my hair. “But it will never stop loving you.”

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sluttywonwoo · 1 year

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instead of you [part five] || l.mh

pairing: [best friend’s brother] lee minho x college!reader ft. han jisung

summary: you didn’t expect to spend your summer pretending to be your best friend’s girlfriend- then again, you didn’t expect to fall for your best friend’s brother, either.

warnings: swearing, mentions of sex (18+ mdni)

word count: 3.4k

a/n: revamped my tom holland series from my main blog ( @wazzupmrstark ) to try and motivate myself to finish it!! ; i know minho is the chef of the group but just suspend your disbelief for this series and pretend it's jisung

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“This would be a lot easier if any of us spoke French,” Felix grumbled, lugging his suitcase awkwardly down the cobblestone street.

“I took a couple of classes in high school,” you offered.

“Can you read this map?” Jisung’s dad asked, handing you the comically large sheet of paper.

The only reason they weren’t using their phones’ GPS was that the international data plan wouldn’t be activated until the next day, leaving the six of you to fend for yourselves without technology until midnight. It had been a small oversight, but it had left you wandering around the streets of Paris for over half an hour already.

You held the map in front of your face and examined it closely, trying to decipher where you were in relation to the buildings and landmarks on the page. You knew the hotel was on the corner of Place de la Concorde, but you weren’t sure where you were.

“I know ‘rue’ means street,” you said nervously.

All of the Hans were looking at you expectantly. You felt like the responsibility of getting everyone to where they needed to be was on your shoulders now, and the pressure was making you sweat.

“Do you know what ‘rue’ we’re on?” Felix asked impatiently.

“Do you see a street sign?” you countered, trying not to come across as frustrated as you felt.

“We’re on Rue Saint-Honore,” Jisung said gently. “And the intersection of this street and Rue Saint-Florentin is a few meters in front of us.”

“Oh, then our hotel is just a few blocks up the street! We were just one street up from the one we needed to be on.”

You handed the map back to Jisung’s dad who tucked it into the pocket of his backpack and smiled.

“Perfect, you lead the way, y/n.”

“Your dad and I will be in this room, 313. Minho and Felix, you’ll be right next door to us. And Jisung and y/n will be on the end in room 317,” Nikki explained as she distributed the keys to each pair.

“You know why they put us in between them and Jisung,” Felix muttered to Minho under his breath as he made an obscene gesture with his hands. Minho chuckled quietly and nudged Felix’s shoulder with his own, earning identical glares from you and Jisung.

“Yeah, we’re the buffer,” Minho agreed, subtly sizing you up from beneath his gaze.

“Behave.” Nikki warned her sons

“No promises.”

“Listen to your mother, boys,” Dom, their father, piped up from behind his wife.

And that was it. They departed down the hallway towards their own room and left the four of you standing in the hallway by yourselves.

“Well, we’ll let you two… settle in,” Felix said pointedly with a raise of his eyebrow.

“I hate you,” Jisung grumbled.

“What are older brothers for?”

“We’re twins. And I was born first.”

Felix just shrugged. “Like I said.”

Jisung turned away from them to face you. The boys’ voices faded into the background as they retreated down the hallway to their own hotel room.

“Sorry about them.”

You smiled reassuringly. “You’ve been gone for too long. They have to make up for lost time.”

“Yeah, but I wish they wouldn’t make gross jokes in front of you.”

“That’s sweet, but have you forgotten that I used to make those same jokes about you and your exes?”

“I wish I could,” he groaned.

“Some of my best comedic work.”

“That’s not saying much.”

You ignored the jab and took the room key from his hands.

“I know they don’t mean any harm,” you reasoned. “One day, when you meet someone for real, the three of us will never give you a break about it.”

Jisung blinked. “Can’t wait.”

“Me either,” you hummed in agreement.

You turned and led the way to your room with Jisung trailing on your heels. The door unlocked on the first try and the two of you stumbled into the room together, immediately dropping all of your belongings onto the carpeted floor.

You gasped at the sight before you, barely registering the click of the door behind you.

The room was gorgeous, but you were focused on the view outside. The curtains on all of the windows were drawn and the windows themselves were ajar so that the natural light and fresh air could filter in. You had seen dozens of movies that took place in Paris, but none of them captured the true beauty of the city. Haussmanian buildings stretched as far as the eye could see and the tip of the Eiffel Tower peeked out behind the gray roofs in the distance. The entire city looked like it had been wrapped in tea-stained parchment paper, balanced on the line between film set and history. You could hear the bustle of traffic and vendors from the streets below, reminding you that this was not some sort of dream and that you were actually there.

Behind you Jisung was setting your suitcases on luggage racks against the wall, having already had his fill of the view apparently.

You threw yourself onto the bed and sighed loudly, shifting your attention onto your best friend who was organizing the contents of his backpack.

“What’s the plan?” you asked

“You didn’t read the itinerary, did you?”

“I skimmed.” He shook his head in exasperation. “You can’t expect me to have memorized everything on there!”

“No, but I thought you would at least read today’s schedule!”

“You didn’t read it either, did you?”

You both stared at each other momentarily before Jisung broke out into a grin and you threw a pillow at his head.

“I knew it!”

“We’re a mess, aren’t we?”

“I’ll look at the schedule,” you offered. “I still have the email.”

You rolled over to reach for your backpack and fished your phone from the front pocket. Jisung waited in silence while you scrolled through your inbox and read over the itinerary.

“We’re free until tomorrow morning,” you said.

Jisung’s shoulders sagged in relief and he plopped his body down onto the bed next to you.

“Thank god.” He gave you a defeated look. “It hasn’t even been a whole day and I’m already exhausted of my family.”

You liked spending time with the Hans, but you understood Jisung’s sentiment. They weren’t your family, and so you didn’t have to use much social energy or patience with them. But family vacations were familiar events to you. And there was only so much family time a person could take.

“I know the feeling.”

“I’m glad I have you with me,” Jisung admitted. “I love them, but I couldn’t spend two months alone with them.”

“Is that why you picked a school abroad?” you asked, realizing you had never really talked about it with him before.

“Kind of.” He rolled onto his side to face you. “Felt like it was the only way I could become my own person.”

“What do you mean?”

“Just that, without being dramatic, it’s a little hard to escape my family’s influence- especially where we live.”

You were still lost, but your eyes were beginning to feel heavy so you just nodded.

“Have you ever felt like that?” he asked, voice starting to sound distant.

“I think so…”

It felt like you had just blinked when you opened your eyes again, but the room had turned dark. You couldn’t tell what time it was, but the moon was hanging low in the sky, casting light onto the water beneath it. Jisung was still beside you and he had fallen asleep as well. The sound of his gentle breathing filled the silence. You both had dozed off on top of the bed without any blankets which had caused you to roll yourself into a ball in your sleep. You stretched out, groaning at the stiffness in your muscles, and reached over to the nightstand to check your phone.

It was well past dinnertime by now, but you knew that you and Jisung needed to eat something. You shook his shoulder gently to wake him.

“Hm?”

“It’s after nine, Ji,” you whispered. “Are you hungry?”

He nodded. “Is anything open?”

“I’m sure we’ll find something. Do you want to ask your brothers if they want to go with us?”

Another nod.

Fifteen minutes later, you and all three of the Han boys were downstairs standing on the street just outside the lobby. No one in your group knew Paris well enough to know where they were going so Jisung just pointed in a direction and shrugged.

“Did you fall asleep too?” Minho asked as you walked along the sidewalk next to the Seine together.

Felix and Jisung were a few strides ahead, leading the way in front of you. You could faintly hear them bickering about directions, but were trying to tune them out as best you could.

“Almost immediately.”

“Me too.”

“I wanted to get out and see some of the city today, but my body had other plans I guess.”

“You’ll see plenty of the city tomorrow,” Minho assured you. “And the next day and the next. Trust me, you’ll be sick of this place by the time we leave.”

“How can anyone get tired of Paris?”

“Once you get over the art and the scenery, you remember all of the colonization and it becomes a lot less special.”

“Well when you put it that way,” you mumbled under your breath, ignoring the way Minho laughed at you.

“It’s still a cool city. France is just…”

“The worst.”

“Yeah, pretty much.”

“How many times have you been?” you asked.

“To Paris, or France in general?”

“Either.”

“A few.” He said it casually, but you had a feeling he might have been lowballing it.

You were about to ask him another question when the two of you were interrupted by a man in a black vest with a stack of menus in his hands.

“Madame, vous et votre petit ami- voudrais-vous manger ici?”

“Oh, he’s not my boyfriend,” you said instinctively, “uh, but I guess that doesn’t matter. Do you guys want to eat here?”

It was the only restaurant open on the whole block and everyone was hungry so it was an easy decision. You let the man pull you inside with Minho on your heels and Jisung and Felix trailing not too far behind.

Once all four of you were seated he distributed a handful of English-printed menus before returning to his post outside where he could drag more wandering tourists into the café.

“Do you want something to drink?” Jisung asked you, flipping the menu over.

“What do they have?”

“Here,” he said and leaned over to show you. “They have a lot of wines, a few domestic beers, oh they have a tequila sunrise-”

Across the table, Minho raised an eyebrow and smirked at you. You averted your gaze immediately, cheeks burning.

“We can share one,” you suggested meekly.

“Sounds good. What are you guys getting?”

“Beer,” Felix and Minho replied simultaneously.

Jisung shook his head. “Predictable.”

“What about food?” Felix continued, unphased by his brother’s remark. “All I’m seeing is fondue.”

“It’s a fondue place,” Minho pointed out and turned the menu around to show Felix the title.

“Thanks, mate, couldn’t have figured it out without you.”

“What does y/n want? She’s the guest.” The three boys turned and looked at you expectantly. “No pressure,” Minho added.

“Um,” you paused and glanced over to your fake boyfriend. “JIsung knows what I like. And I’m sure he knows what you both like. He can choose.”

You mouthed a sorry to your best friend, but he brushed it off with a smile and nodded.

“I can do that.”

The food came out almost immediately after it was ordered, as nearly everything was meant to be prepared by the diners, and the drinks followed shortly after. Jisung had ordered a white wine and swiss fondue for the table along with a red wine broth to cook the meat and potatoes in.

The restaurant was relatively empty. Your party and one other were the only people in the entire place, aside from the servers and the bartender. The man who had pulled you inside was still working the sidewalks underneath the red and white striped awning hanging over the door, but the night was visibly winding down for everyone in the neighborhood.

Vendors had started folding their sandwich boards and latching their shutters. Every time you looked across the street a couple more lights in windows had gone out. Inside, servers began folding tablecloths and stacking chairs on top of each other, all while encouraging you to take your time eating. But as soon as Felix noticed the first table being cleared all four of you started shoving food into your mouths as fast as possible. It didn’t matter that everything was being doused in scalding hot liquid, you would just have to deal with the first-degree burns later. The time pressure had also caused everyone to attempt to “flash cook” their food- which just meant turning up the intensity on the Sterno and cooking everything for half the recommended time. tom

“We’re not going to get food poisoning, right?” Felix asked as he cut into a piece of what could be classified as maximum rare steak.

Jisung shrugged. “Probably not.”

“What do you mean ‘probably not’?”

“How am I supposed to know?”

“You’re the one with a degree in culinary arts!”

“I don’t have a degree yet,” he clarified, correcting his twin.

“Okay, but you’re studying culinary arts.”

“Yeah, and there’s a reason you’re supposed to cook meat for a specified amount of time so let’s just not think about it.”

Felix pursed his lips, but didn’t say anything else.

“How’s your sunrise?” Minho asked with a grin. He had stopped eating just to ask you that question. You were half-tempted to stomp on his foot.

“Good, why?” Jisung answered for you.

“No reason. Just curious.”

Minho paid the bill without a second thought. He pretended not to hear you when you offered to pick up the tab while Felix and Jisung gave you dirty looks. They even yelled at you when you tried paying for yourself. God forbid you ever tried to get any of them a Christmas present. There was no winning with these boys.

Jisung held your hand on the walk back to the hotel. His entire body was warm from the alcohol, but his hands were especially warm because they always were. It was one of the little things that made him your favorite person. Whenever you were cold you could just grab one of his hands. Even if you weren’t particularly chilly, the warmth still was still comforting and familiar. Felix wasn’t wrong when he said you and Jisung were always all over each other. You were always holding hands, which is probably part of the reason so many people thought you were dating.

Your thumb circled the small scar on the back of his hand absentmindedly as you strolled along the river. He’d had it since before you met, but you knew the story. Something about learning how stoves get hot the hard way.

The walk took a little longer than it should have because you had aimlessly wandered around to find dinner and didn’t keep track of your route, but you picked up on familiar landmarks eventually and used your best judgment to lead the way. You said your goodnights to the boys in the elevator and parted ways in the hallway.

“I hope you’re ready for tomorrow,” Minho said as he held his keycard up to the sensor on the door next to yours. It sounded more like a warning than anything else.

You turned back to Jisung. “It won’t be that bad, right?”

He shrugged noncommittally and squeezed your hand. “It’ll be fine.”

“How do I look?” you asked and turned away from the mirror to face Jisung.

It was the next day, and the sun had barely risen, but everyone was scheduled to be downstairs at 7:00 for the days’ activities. Today was the first day that you were required to wear a matching shirt with the rest of the Hans and while you hadn’t been excited about it, it wasn’t so bad now that you were actually wearing it.

Jisung’s mom had designed shirts for each leg of the trip, which had taken up a considerable amount of room in your luggage but saved you the hassle of having to pick out an outfit every day. Today’s shirt was a bright red, Nikki’s favorite color, and it had a picture of the Eiffel Tower on the front. On the back, it said ‘HVC’ which apparently stood for Han Family Vacation. The shirt was a little big on you so you had tucked it into your jeans so that it wasn’t completely swallowing your figure.

Along with your t-shirt and jeans, you were also wearing… Nikes. The tennis shoes and jeans combo really completed the tourist aesthetic, but you were taking comfort in the fact that everyone else would be wearing the same thing too. You’d tied a red bandana into your hair to keep it out of your face which made you look kind of like a Girl Scout, but you already looked like an elementary schooler with your ensemble so you figured you might as well keep it.

“I feel like this is a trick question,” Jisung admitted.

“Wrong answer.”

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “We’re all wearing the same thing, y/n, we’re all going to look stupid.”

“Yeah, but I still want to look cute!”

“You always look cute.”

You gave him a look. “You know what I mean. I’m supposed to look girly and feminine and put together!”

“Says who?”

“I just… assumed you would want me to,” you said with a shrug. “I thought you’d want me to be, you know, cutesy and- for your parents?”

“When have I ever been into those kinds of girls?”

You rolled your eyes. “Oh right, I forgot you have a ‘not like other girls’ complex.”

“You know what I meant. I just want you to be yourself.”

“I don’t think you mean that.”

“Well, the PG version of yourself.”

“Okay, I can do that.”

“You’re already acting like you’re in love with me, I don’t think your talents extend past that.”

“Ouch.”

“I’m just saying, our entire act would fall apart. You’re barely believable as it is now-”

“What part of ouch did you not understand?”

“Sorry.”

You blew out a breath and put your hands on your hips. “Should we go downstairs?”

“Yeah, let’s go.”

Nikki and Dom were already in the lobby when you and Jisung got down there and Minho and Felix followed shortly after. Everyone looked blindingly bright with their matching shirts on and you were already getting looks from other guests.

Dom announced that everyone would get breakfast somewhere close by on the way to the sights so that you’d save time. No one was in much of a mood to talk since it was so early, so you just followed Jisung’s family quietly as they made their way out of the hotel together.

The sun was peeking out from behind the skyline now, casting a soft glow onto the cobblestone streets. The park across from where you were staying was already bustling with the day’s activity. Nearly all of the benches were occupied by people enjoying pastries or coffee. Picnickers were speckled throughout the grassy areas on blankets they had brought from home, some reading books, some playing fetch with their puppies. Others were busy walking their dogs or going for their morning runs.

Observing everyday life in the places you visited was one of your favorite things about traveling. Inserting yourself into the rhythms and routines of each city, watching small interactions between strangers, something about it made you feel at home even though you were an outsider.

The feeling crept up on you as you watched a jogger stop to pet a dog, calling it by name and bending down to scratch it behind the ears. Jisung had resorted to pulling you by the hand each time you got distracted, tugging whenever you paused for a second too long so that you wouldn’t lose his family walking ahead of you.

You thought he must be getting annoyed with how many times he had to remind you to keep moving, but every time he pulled you caught him smiling at you out of the corner of your eye. He’d shake his head in exasperation or make a point of sighing loudly but kept whatever he was thinking to himself. It was weird not to be sharing every little thing you were thinking with each other, but you had the feeling that you’d have to get used to that from now on.

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dragon-kazansky · 2 years

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Head in the clouds

Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky x Reader

Gender neutral reader

[Masterlist]

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Warnings: Angst.

The past was supposed to stay in the past, but with Goose and Maverick getting into Top Gun, it would seem that it’s repeating itself. No matter what you do, you can never escape Tom Kazansky.

Word count: 2.3k

Chapter Six - Wingman

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You hadn’t move from the sofa all night. Having fallen asleep in your clothes from the previous day, tears dried to your cheeks, the cushion having not moved from the floor, nothing had changed from last night.

You wake up aching all over. The cause being because you didn’t go to bed. You slowly sit up and have to take a minute to think about where you were, and why you were there. Last night comes back to you, hitting you like a train. You have to try and resist letting any more tears fall.

Tom Kazansky. The man you were undoubtedly in love with was here last night.

It had to have been a dream, but when you slowly looked over to where he has been standing, you see the cushion you had thrown. It sits untouched right where it had landed. It’s the only evidence you have that he had been there.

Your heart doesn’t know what to do. It hurts. It yearns.

You sit back and rest your head on the sofa, eyes trailing up to the ceiling. He had said your name. Those beautiful blue eyes had looked at you. If you closed your eyes and thought about it, you could almost smell the cologne he had on.

Your Tom. No. Not your Tom. He hadn’t been your Tom in years.

Quickly, you get up. You needed an outlet. You needed someone to talk to. You go upstairs and clean yourself up, having a shower and changing clothes. The boys would be on base. Tom too. Carole would be at home with Bradley, most likely. You headed there.

Your knocking was urgent. Carole opened the door with concern. When she saw you standing there with big sad eyes, she knew something had happened. Carole ushers you inside and closes the door. Before she can even say a word, you wrap your arms around her and hug her tight. She hugs you back quickly, wondering what was going on.

You break down.

Just seeing him had been too much.

“Honey, what happened?”

“He came to my house,” you say, amazed you were even able to get the words out without crying.

“What?”

“Kazansky. He came to my house. Last night. He’s here Carole.”

She rubs your back in comforting circles. What could she say? She had known. They all knew. They had just been protecting you, but if Ice was going to make the first move, well, there was nothing they could do.

“You knew.”

Carole bites her lip nervously. You pull away from her and look her in the eyes.

“You knew,” you say again.

“Goose told me, honey.”

You nod your head as you shift your gaze away from her for a moment. Your mind was reeling with thoughts. They all knew.

“Why did no one tell me?”

“We thought we were looking out for you,” she confessed. “We know thinking about him hurts, but seeing him was clearly worse.”

“He wanted to talk,” you told her.

“About?”

“I don’t know. I kicked him out.”

“Oh, honey.”

You take a deep breath. You hear noises from the other room. Sounded like Bradley was playing with his toys. You take a step back from Carole and sigh.

“I’m sorry for disturbing you. I need to go. I need to think,” you reach for the door.

Carole calls your name, but you don’t listen. You leave her house. She stands on the doorstep as you march away. You were rigid and upset, she could see the way your shoulders were tight. Carole wanted nothing more than to comfort you, but didn’t seem to want that right now. She watched you go.

You walked. You walked for ages. You had no destination in mind. You just wanted to walk. You couldn’t shake the thought of him from your mind.

Did you do something to make the universe resent you? Was this punishment for walking out on him?

You will admit what you did was cruel. Tom deserved more than what you had done to him, but at the time, you didn’t know what else to do. You wanted it to be painless, but it was just... cruel. No note. No indication. You just left him.

You find yourself on the beach. The sand is warm. You remove your shoes and sink your toes into it. You need anything you can get to bring some relief to your troubled mind. You walk along the shore for a bit before taking a seat. You watch the water.

Deep breaths. In. Out. In. Out.

You relax.

Seeing Ice was a shock to the system, but you would deal with it. You wanted to talk to Goose first. Just to talk to him. Goose always had your back and you trusted him.

Time seems to pass you by and you don’t really notice. The sun has already started it’s decent into the sky. You had been sitting on that beach for hours.

Carole told Goose what had happened. He had gone back to your place, but there was no one there. Maverick said he would go out and look for you, promising to call Goose when he found you.

Fingers trail in the sand beneath you. You’re drawing patterns without thought. Keeping your fingers busy as to not fiddle with your clothes any more. You just needed to keep yourself busy.

The sound of an engine breaks your thought. You don’t turn around. You can take a pretty good guess at who was here.

“There you are.”

You can’t help the smile that threatens to appear on your lips, the corners twitching up at the sound. Maverick takes a seat right next to you. You force your eyes away from the ocean and turn to your friend.

“Hey,” you say, voice low and unenthusiastic.

Pete gives your elbow a little nudge with his own. You allow yourself to smile and turn your eyes to your feet, which were buried in the sand.

“Talk to me.”

You turn your eyes back to him.

“Tom Kazansky came to my house last night. You knew he was here. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because Goose thought it best that we don’t.”

“He’s your rival isn’t he? Ice. You’re competing with him for first place.”

“Yeah,” Mav nods.

“Good luck to you. He’s fucking amazing in a jet,” you tell him, trying to joke a little. Mav does smile, but he’s more worried about you.

“Did anything happen last night?” He asks.

“No. I kicked him out.”

“You guys didn’t talk?”

“No.”

Pete glances out to the water. You’re hurting.

“Pete?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m not angry with you... for not telling me. In fact, it would have been better if Ice hadn’t shown up because now I don’t know what to do with myself. I love someone who I hurt. I don’t know what he wanted yesterday, but seeing him again has confused me. I don’t want to see him again.”

Pete says your name softly. “You don’t mean that.”

“I do.”

Pete shakes his head.

“Listen to me, maybe this is your chance to end things on better terms. If you want to avoid him, avoid him. But if you want to say goodbye properly, I’ll be there for you. Whatever you want to do from here, I got you.”

You lean your head against his shoulder and sigh softly.

“Thank you, Maverick.”

Pete says nothing and sits with you for a while.

After a while he speaks. “Want to get a drink?”

“Yes please.”

He chuckles and takes your hand, helping you up and taking you to his bike. Tonight would be an Iceman free zone. Or so he intended. He would take you to the bar to get your mind off of things.

Going to the Officers club probably wasn’t his safest choice, but he would take the chance. You were sat up at the bar while Maverick told you exactly where he serenaded Charlie from. You laugh as you try and imagine the spectacle. You were sad you missed it. A beer is placed in front of you and clink your bottle with Mav’s. He stays close by, keeping an eye on you.

You smile and you have fun. This is what you wanted.

Maverick let your side at one point to go make a call. He was going to let Goose know you were alright. You waited at the bar for him.

That was the moment.

Someone came and stopped right beside you. You tried to ignore their presence as you waited for Pete to return, but when you heard them order a drink, your world stopped once again.

“Another beer, please.”

You stared at the bar top. Did you dare look up? Why couldn’t you ever escape him?

“You don’t have to say anything, but let me say my peace and I’ll leave.”

You didn’t say anything.

Ice sighs softly.

“It’s good to see you again. You look good. When I saw Goose I had to ask about you. He said you were doing fine. Said you were happy. That’s all I can ask for. I have questions, but I’m not going to ask you. I missed you.”

A beer is placed down on the bar. Ice grabs it, ready to make his leave, but he stops when you turn and look at him.

You open your mouth to say something, but you’re interrupted.

“Sorry about that,” Mav comes back. His eyes land on Ice. He looks at you and then back at the other pilot.

“Ice.”

“Maverick.”

You shift your gaze to the people dancing.

“I, uh, I didn’t know you were here,” Mav says to Ice, though it’s more of a sign to you that he wouldn’t have brought you if he did know. You don’t react to that.

“I don’t exactly alert everyone to where I’m going,” Ice states.

You want to smile, almost. You risk looking up only to find he’s looking at you.

“I better get back to Slider.”

“Slider’s here too?” You ask, suddenly in the mood for talking.

“Yeah, he’s my RIO.”

You turn your eyes away to look for the tall man. You had known Slider back then too, but you weren’t exactly close. You had just been Tom’s partner back then to him.

“He’s sat right at the back. I could tell him you’re here... if you wanted,” Ice offered.

“You don’t have to.”

Mav watches you both interact. You’re both awkward with each other, yet Ice doesn’t seem to break... much. He can see something in Ice’s eyes that yearn to talk to you.

Maverick doesn’t make a move to stop you both from talking, but Ice does.

“I’m going to go now. See you around,” he says, not even making it out to be a question. You watch him go as he disappears among the crowds. Your eyes linger where he went.

“You still have it bad for him,” Maverick says, taking a swig from his beer.

You turn sharply to him.

“Shut up.”

Maverick just smirks.

“Am I going to have to play wingman?” He grins at you.

“No! You’re going to help me avoid him.”

“Am I? Because I don’t think you want that. Not really.”

“Pete.”

“Y/N.”

You groan and place your head against the sticky bar top. Maverick laughs beside you and places a hand on your back. He rubs a few circles there, soothing you, but in a teasing manner. All you can do is sigh.

“I need to let him go.”

“Well, you have a few weeks to do that.”

“Can’t you guys graduate tomorrow?” You lift your head up and look at him. Pete just laughs.

“No can do.”

“I’m surprised you didn’t fight with him.”

“Fight with him?” You look at Maverick with nothing but confusion.

“You kicked him out of your home didn’t you?”

“Carole told you?” You sigh.

“Nothing is sacred in this group, sweetheart,” Mav grins.

“I wanted to.”

“You did?” Mav sound surprised by that.

“Yeah, but we’re in public. I was trying not to have a break down again. I can’t keep doing that ever time I see him. Then he mentioned Slider and it began to feel like I didn’t have to say anything about the matter to him. I am trying so hard to keep everything together. I can’t keep letting him make me feel things.”

Maverick smiled at you, but you weren’t paying much attention.

You drink your beer and pretend you can’t feel a pair of eyes on you every so often. Ice is still there and he’s looking at you. You wish he wouldn’t. Then you wouldn’t feel the need to turn around and look for him.

All these years and he still has a hold on you.

“Come on. Finish up and I’ll take you home.”

You don’t even do that. You push your drink away and wait for Maverick to finish his. Keeping your gaze down, you walk out with Mav in tow. Blue eyes watch you leave, but he stays put. This is him letting you go... for now.

Slider watches Ice.

“Was that them?”

He doesn’t get a reply.

“That was them,” he mutters to himself. He didn’t recognise you from across the bar. Though he does remember you. Ice’s partner. Thick as thieves you used to be. Ice was never quite the same after you.

Ice turns his eyes down to the table.

“I never thought I’d see them again.”

Slider watches his friend closely.

“You going to do something about it?”

“No. I don’t think so. I went to talk to them, but they just kicked me out. Talking is off the table,” Ice says, taking a sip of his beer.

Slider remains quiet after that. Maybe he should talk to Goose.

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oh-surprise-its-me · 7 months

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I listened to so much loud music last night and got drunk. Apparently I wrote this idea in my notes app last night.

So here’s an actual au of Jake never becoming a pilot!

The only reason why Jake was going to the hard deck tonight was for Javy.

Okay Javy and his dads. They convinced him to go. Jake is still in his scrubs. But with three days off starting tomorrow he figures Javy will forgive him.

He slides into the bar and looks around for his dads. A man comes him to him. “Hey pretty boy not sure this is your kinda place.” Jake wipes all the thoughts he was having about the mustache out of his head. “They let you fly with something that distracting on your face?”

Jake shoves past him. He sees his dads now. He ducks through the celebration. Comes up behind his tata. “Congratulations.” The three of them turn and Jake is quickly pulled into hugs. He gets kisses pressed to his head. Ron turns and shouts for Javy.

Javy catches sight of Jake and practically runs to him. Jake is brought into a crushing hug. Tom laughs at them and Chris reminds Javy to go slow.

Jake pulls back and gently smacks Javy’s chest. “You got a fucking concussion?” Javy flushes. “No?”

There’s a new voice from behind him. “Don’t lie to the man Jav.” Jake glances back to see a smaller brown haired man. He’s pretty sure it’s Maverick. Chris laughs. “Good luck with that Mav.” Jake instantly snaps back into nurse mode. He can’t help it. He shoves Javy onto a stool. “Tell me everything.”

Javy glances at Mav. “Go ahead we both know who his dads are.” Javy quickly tells Jake about the accident. Jake nods along the entire time.

Tom leans around Chris to talk to Mav, “get your kid they should meet again now that they aren’t 2.” Mav laughs. “Does Jake promise not to bite this time?” Jake blinks at his dad. “I don’t even want to know what you two are referring to.” Ron laughs and presses a kiss to Jake’s hair. “You were a bitey kid.”

“Says the man that bit dad and tata for me to see. Who’s fault is that.” Chris smacks Ron. “See.” Jake knows this has been a gentle argument they’ve had for years.

Jake eventually tells Javy he’s fine. Javy smacks his hip with an “I told you now drink.” Jake accepts the beer passed his way. They all move to a booth.

Chris in Tom’s lap, Ron on the inside, Jake and Javy sharing a side like they always do.

Mav drifts back over with him is the idiot with the facial hair. “Jake meet my son Bradley. Rooster for his callsign”

Jake and Bradley stare at each other. Bradley breaks first. He reaches a hand out, “nice to meet you.”

Jake blinks at him. “Yeah nice.” They shake on it. Bradley holds on. “Want another beer?” Javy elbows him. “Fuck it sure if you’re paying.” Jake is pulled up by Bradley. “Let’s go get it pretty boy.”

Mav takes Jake’s seat. “God Chris you were right they’re going to kill each other.”

Ron and Tom both chatter in polish, Chris smacks them, “stop it you two I don’t need to think about that.” Javy laughs. “I already know too much. He’s exactly Jake’s type.”

Mav stares after them. They’re leaning against the bar. Bradley has an arm around Jake’s waist. Jake looks like he’s turned on but considering breaking the arm. “Oh no what have I done.”

The four others laugh. “It’ll be fine Mav.”

Mav shakes his head, “how did your kid end up a nurse anyways.”

The three of them grin. They’ll take any opportunity to talk about their kid. Chris starts, “he took after our friend Lucas. He was an ER nurse in Texas and here. Always was fascinated with his stories.”

Ron nods and presses a kiss to Tom’s head. “We taught him how to fly and he loves it but it just wasn’t what he wanted to do.” Tom smiles at Chris before continuing, “he’s a little grease monkey like Chris here too but he wanted to help people. Decided to go into nursing. ER like Lucas was.”

Chris shakes his head, “told him he wasn’t allowed to become a firefighter though. Paramedic sure. But I never wanted him do follow what David and I did.”

Mav nods. He’s jealous in a sense. Wishes Bradley understood why he pulled his papers. Wished they didn’t loose so much time.

“Holy shit they’re gone.”

They all turn to look at the bar. Yep. No Bradley or Jake. Tom let’s out a loud laugh. “He really is our kid.” Mav slams his head into the table. “Goddamn it.”

Javy pats his shoulder. “Come on old man let’s see if you can beat me at pool.”

Jake’s dads watch as they leave. Chris leans back and whispers to his husbands. “Wanna go home and celebrate our own way?” Ron’s eyes flash. “Absolutely.” Tom squeezes his hip. “Good thing tomorrow is Saturday.”

Chris laughs. He grins at the two of them. “Come on then.”

They all wave to Mav and the daggers.

They give Javy and hug on the way out.

The daggers look so confused. They know they’ll have to host a bbq and invite all of them.

It’ll be a good weekend.

#ron slider kerner #chris seresin #tom iceman kazansky #top gun #jake hangman seresin x bradley rooster bradshaw #jake hangman seresin #slider is jake’s dad #tom x ron x chris #ron x chris x tom #pete maverick mitchell #javy coyote machado #Jake isn’t a pilot au #er nurse Jake #top gun maverick #hangster #mac writes top gun

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aliypop · 8 months

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Anyway You Do Part 2

Word Count: 2,860

Writers Note: Here's part 2, I'm excited to write this now twister of a story

Warning: A bit of angst

Pairing: OC x Elvis

Plot: What happens when love, at first sight, becomes fate.

Taglist:

@darkmoviesquotespizza

@sissylittlefeather

Tennessee July 3rd, 1956

"I can't believe you would do this after everything I've done for you..."

"It's not that bad, Mother..."

"My boy... this could be career suicide..." Tom grumbled,

"What are we gonna say."

"How am I gonna cover this up, my boy."

"Any way you do..." Elvis shrugged. Tom was nearly devastated, sitting in his office looking at Elvis like a parent would, "You are already in trouble for dancing like a colored man... now this!" he slammed the newspaper on the table, "Lightin' up, Colonel. It was just some fun."

"We were just gettin our kicks,"

"Some kicks... Cecelia..." Denise grumbled, "Cecelia Shanel Valmos! Just on the other side of us in Alabama, there's the bus protest where we're getting beaten and slandered for having our skin color,"

"It's not that serious..." she rolled her eyes.

"You could lose fans over this, Elvis."

"Already lost 'em with that damn hound dog trick Colonel," he said, pushing his hair back.

"Mama..." Her mother glared at her, "Mother, he's kind and sweet. He's crossing barriers. Maybe I could too." Cecelia said as she looked love sick, her mother and manager hating it,

"The only barriers you could cross is in music."

"Maybe that's what I wanna do." she mumbled, "And besides, why not Chuck Berry or Little Richard." her mother kept listing artists.

"Mama Little Richard ain't exactly uh... well..a lady's man." she hinted as her mother rolled her eyes, "And besides, El is good people. We're neck and neck on the charts." she smiled,

"Yeah, neck and neck on the charts with a colored woman who pretends to be you," Tom mentioned as Elvis groaned,

"She ain't pretending to be me. If anything, she's better than me."

"How's that, my boy..."

"Well, she's got stage presence. It's like she commands the crowd, and they listen."

"They do the same to you." Tom rolled his eyes, looking at contracts.

"Yeah, but when she does it... it's I can't explain it..." he sighed. He was lovesick. And he had it so bad it was like a fevering cold.

"She's..."

"Brave, mother, I mean, he goes up there coat tails looks like a butler still manages to look handsome and... Mornin Midge."

"Morning Cece, talking about Mr. Presley again."

"When is she not." Denise sighed, "You've got some memos and calls, Mrs. Valmos." she said,

"From who?"

"Frank Sinatra, Ella, Sammy, Dean, Sam," Midge sipped her coffee, "And Elvis A Presley." she smiled as Denise took the card,

"Oh no, this is for Ms. Valmos..."

"For me..." Midge gave her a nod,

"Tell him I'll call him back."

"Tell him to stop calling the studio so damn much..." Denise rolled her eyes.

"I'll handle it..." Midge smirked,

Cecelia dialed the number on the card. She could hear the phone ring as a lump in her throat appeared, Cececlia had never been scared to have someone answer the phone, but this time was different.

"Hello, Elvis, darlin!"

"Who is this..."

"Cecelia Valmos and you..."

"Mrs. Gladys Presely, his mother." she glared at her son, who was in the kitchen eating a quick lunch, covering the bottom half of the phone. She took a deep breath, "Elvis Aaron Presley...How many times have I told you stop givin' those wayward girls the family phone number?"

"Mama, I-I..."

"There's one on the phone now. The name is Cecelia Valmos, which can't be right cause the only Valmos I know is the jazz singer an-" Elvis took the phone from his mother as he cleared his throat from embarrassment.

"I-I uh uhm Cece, Hi!, Hey..." he tried to play it cool as she laughed,

"Hey El, I was, uhm, returning your call. My manager, Uh, well, she hung up on you." Cecelia laughed as she leaned against the wall of the studio.

"Figures... Hey, look, you doing anything tomorrow night,"

"I can't. I'm flying back to New York."

"O-oh... I see." he had a tone of despair in his voice. He had hoped she wasn't moving back because of anything he had done.

"Why, what's wrong..."

"Nothing."

"El...EP... Mr. Pretty Blue eyes, tell me." she said as he blushed, "Nothing Cece... uh, enjoy New York an bring me back one of them big hot dogs." he laughed. "Thanks..." she sighed. Something had to be wrong, but what was it.

"You look sad, Booby.." Gladys sighed,

"I'm fine, mama..."

"Looks like it's about a girl..." Vernon smirked,

"It seems like it always is with you."

July 4th Russword Park 1956 Memphis Tennessee / Ed Sullivan Show NBC New Yor City

The plane ride to New York was relaxing, but all she could think of was why in the world did Elvis sound so upset. Did she say something wrong, or did her mother say something, "Midge..." Cecelia called out as she looked at the dresses picked out for her to wear. They were all more modest and hardly even danceable. "What's wrong, Cece."

"It's about El..." she sighed, dressed in the bright yellow detachable cumberbund skirt dress. "Oh, tonights the Russwood Park Concert." Cecelia looked at her, confused,

"It's the biggest event in anyone's career," Midge smirked,

"Can we still get back in time before he performs..."

"I can arrange something." After Cecelia performed, she sat in front of Ed Sullivan, in front of an America that didn't resemble her. But here she was on her best behavior.

"Lovely to have the daughter of the Legendary Valmos with us tonight. Tell us how you keep your nails so pretty while playing the guitar."

"A guitar pick and practice." she smiled.

"And those moves, Now I remember seeing you on another show dancing like a... ah, what's his name, the Elvis fellow." she sighed, knowing what question was coming next, "How's it feel to be compared to him as the lady Elvis... or are you perhaps his lady..." she was asked as she was about to open her mouth Cecelia was spoken overtop of, "I'm joking a girl like you might not even be his type." he laughed as she laughed along,

"Actually, he and I are great friends..." she smiled.

Thousands of screaming fans flooded the park as the cop cars and escorts drove into Russwood Park. Elvis was trembling like a leaf, with one person on his mind, and she wasn't there. He'd thought about what she'd say or a little joke she'd tell him, but it wasn't the same without her there.

"What are you gonna sing, my boy."

"I'll know it when I feel it." was all he had to say. He was all dressed in black. And he was ready to make a statement. Elvis wanted to be taken seriously, sure he was a singer. He was young. Elvis also wasn't a fool, and Elvis wasn't going to change for some lousy tv people from New York City. He wasn't fit for the good boy image, not that he wasn't a good boy, but Elvis wasn't what they were looking for. He was a Tupelo, Mississippi boy with a God-given talent. And if anyone was looking for trouble, they came to the right place.

"Midge, can you drive any faster!" Cecelia shouted, the two nearly racing down the street in Midge's Chevrolet Bel Air, "And get a ticket and end up in jail and dead, fuck no!" she sighed, putting the pedal to the metal. Bobbing and weaving through traffic,

"You're gonna do great out there, Booby..." Gladys smiled, kissing his cheek,

"Just don't go wigglin a pinky, son," Vernon laughed. Both Gladys and Elvis shook their heads.

"Come on, come on, come on..." Cecelia sighed, the lines were atrocious, and the security was multiplied by 10. getting an idea, Midge looked at Cecelia and groaned, "You're not ripping that dress... It's custom-made Dior."

"Don't care..." Detaching her skirt, Cecelia took off her shoes as she began to climb the hot metal gate hoping security wouldn't notice her.

"Hey, you in the yellow..."

"Shit..."

"Me..." she pointed to herself.

"Yeah, you..." the guard pointed to her. Cecelia was at the top of the gate, the height from where she was, was a tad too high, but it was either she jumped or missed the performance in total.

"Ain't you that jazz singin' colored woman's kid."

"Yeah, I am..."

"Then get yer ass down here..." Cecelia gulped and jumped. Breaking yet another pair of heels. Now she had to find a way to get close to the stage, There was a straight line in the middle, but it was also the color barrier, and she couldn't risk breaking it. Or maybe she could, maybe she would.

Midge grumbled, looking through the gate. She could see Cecelia preparing to make a run for it via the segregation rope, and God did she hope Cecelia was going to do what she had in mind that she might actually do.

"Godspeed, Cece..."

"Those city folks ain't gonna change me none!" the music began to start, and so did her feet, "Oh, her mothers gonna kill me..." there she was on the wrong side of the tracks running as if her life depended on it. But at the same time, this was her friend. Midge only hoped he'd be there for her the way she was for him. As the performance ended, Cecelia went to find him backstage, running like the flash to get to him, until Cecelia saw a beautiful blonde kissing him. Her heart sank, and suddenly all she could think of was running towards the studio and recording her feelings.

How do you think I feel?

Well, I know your love's not real

The Boy I'm mad about is just a gadabout

How do you think I feel?

King Creole Premier Hollywood, California July 2nd, 1958

"Elvis, look at the camera!"

"No, look at this one!"

"Elvis over here..."

The crisp California air was no stranger to Mr. Presley, nor were the cameras and interviews. This had been his 4th movie premiere in the span of only 2 years, and the press and women loved him. But there was something still missing, or more like someone still missing. He'd been on numerous dates, some his mother didn't approve of, others that she did approve of too much. As he continued walking down the red carpet, he heard and saw the commotion coming from down the start of it. He could smell the scent of Femme de Rochas perfume, making him do a double take on the scent.

"Cecelia tells about your tour!"

"Ms.Valmos, do I hear you're going be on The Lucile Ball radio show?"

Cecelia had been the talk of every household. And now the red carpet, her once long locks of 1956 were now cut into a short bob, similar to Betty Boop. She was in a skin-tight lilac dress with a satin ribbon bow around her waist and black Dior gloves,

"All the rumors are true..." she said with her signature smile. Cecelia had been busy, now finding her footing in Rock n Roll and blues, becoming a heartthrob, and attending rallies with King since her debacle in 56. She was quite the cat's meow. There were still more questions, and she answered them all the best she could. As Cecelia kept walking, Midge saw, some friends of hers that she wanted to say hi to.

"Say there I've never seen you be..."

"Elvis..."

"Fore..." Elvis looked at her as she hugged him, "Look atcha and your hair..." he was mesmerized by her new look, standing before him wasn't the same 21-year-old woman who was running him out of crowds, no she was a beautiful bombshell, and he couldn't take his eyes off her when she hugged him he wanted to hold her forever, "El..." she kissed his cheek, red lipstick lingering,

"Oh sorry you probably got a girl now an-"

"Actually I don't... I-I uh, I came here by myself minus the Colonel." he laughed, "Bet you got a ton of men following you." Cecelia laughed, "Oh me nah, came with Midge. You remember Midge right?"

"Your mama's assistant,"

"Yeah..." she blushed her eyes getting lost in his own, something about him in the suit was doing it for her, it was like she was back during the Hayride days and she had first glanced at him,

"Would you maybe wanna be my date then?"

"Me your date?" she laughed,

"Oh, come on, doll, you know you're in love with me..." he laughed as she looked up at him. This was true, but she'd never admit it, so she'd hoped she wouldn't.

"Where'd you hear that sugarpie."

"One of those magazines." he laughed, taking her hand and walking into the theater. Midge wasn't too far away from them but she gave them space.

Watching Elvis act had been one of her favorite things, especially when it came to his kiss scenes, she'd just imagine herself instead of the actresses, which was how her mother caught her accidentally kissing a microphone.

She was on the edge of her seat the entire time and he was loving every second of it, taking his arm he placed it over her shoulder as she leaned in closer towards him. He had been focused on her the entire time, almost like he wanted to see the world through her eyes, the way that she saw him. He had noticed that when he sang trouble she was breathlessly mesmerized, in a trance even.

"Hey, Cece..."

"Shush... you're singing," she responded as he chuckled a little, when the movie had finally came to its end and everyone was walking out of the theater, there was Cecelia and Elvis walking out together laughing and joking,

"I never asked why you stormed off during Russwood..." She felt her heart sink again as she remembered that night.

"You saw me..."

"In bright yellow," he added,

"I had to leave early..."

"Cece..."

"An emergency..."

"Ms. Valmos, don't lie to me..."

"I saw you kiss another girl and..."

"You got jealous..."

"What, no! I'd never get jealous of... of my friend!" stepping closer to her and laughing his hand on her cheek, "Besides, your Elvis Presley, EP... Now Danny Fisher... A man I'd like to kiss." the last part slipping out of her mouth.

"You wanna kiss me?" he blushed,

"I wanna kiss Danny Fisher..." she poked him,

"Darlin I am..."

"Are you though." tilting her chin he leaned in and kissed her sweetly, with a bit of need and longing, her arm was around his neck the other on his chest. When he pulled away her knees nearly went weak and she could hardly stand. "Darlin... I think there's somethin between us and... It's the most alive I've ever felt." Elvis said, "Sugarpie..." She looked at him.

"What do we do about this.."

"I don't know but it's gotta be before September ..."

"Why's that..." She looked at him,

"Well... I leave for Germany." he sighed kissing her hand. "Right, the war..." a somber look in her eyes,

"Hey, It's only July, we got time." he grinned, "

Guess we do." she smiled, "So let's make the most of it."

Memphis Tennessee July 4th, 1958,

"Wanna explain who's this girl your kissin..." Gladys said as Elvis sunk down like a puppy dog. "Who we haven't met yet..." she smiled at him, both hands on her hips as Vernon smirked, "Cecelia Valmos and it was just a kiss nothing else..." he blushed,

"Damn, you're just as red as the carpet," Vernon mentioned, "If you like her all that much... then let us meet her." he shrugged,

"Cecelia you can't keep compromising yourself..." Denise said, she sighed, "We cleaned your image and now you're kissing him on red carpets..."

"What's so bad about that mother..."

"You're not of his kind!" she slammed her fist on the table,

"I KNOW THAT, MAMA!" she sighed, "But give him a chance." Cecelia tried to calm down. She took a deep breath, "I'm 23 now and I can make my own decisions."

"Baby, he'll only hurt you, like you know who hurt you! she shouted, watching her daughter leave out the door.

"Where's she going Midge,"

"Don't know..."

Tears streamed down her face as she drove like a bat out of hell to Graceland. It was late but she needed to see him she needed to get away from the madness.

"Hold me close, hold me tight," she heard her radio start to play, " Make me thrill with delight." she took a deep breath, "Let me know where I stand from the start." she could see the gates sprinkled with fans waiting, " I want you, I need you, I-I love you..." pulling into the gate, she drove to the front of his house.

"With all my heart..."

"Cecelia..." she ran into his arms as she sobbed " Won't you please be my own? " she looked up at him, as he wiped her tear-stained cheeks, "Never leave me alone

'Cause I die every time we're apart..." he focused on her voice,

"I want you, I need you, I-I-I love you...

With all my heart "

#new stuff #new series #new oc #elvis presley #oc #fanfiction #poc oc #elvis fanfiction #elvis the pelvis #elvis fans #elvis x oc #elvis the king #part 2 #i hope you like it #It may be a chapter 3

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lunathebee · 1 year

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Pairing: Tom!Peter Parker x bodyguard!fem!reader

Warning: none

A/n: The relationship in this fic will be a platonic one! Peter is 15 yo and Y/n is in her 20s (Timeline: Homecoming)

Summary: What happens when Peter's class gets a new transfer student? And why does Peter feel so uneasy about her?

MY NAVIGATION

"Dude, I heard our class will get a new transfer student today; do you think it is a girl?" Ned excitedly told Peter, who is too busy stuffing some new study notes in his locker.

For the past few days, he has been trying to balance life and work, hoping nobody suspects a thing or two about him. And what did Ned say again? New girl?

"Oh? yeah yeah, I guess that is cool" Peter said without turning back, and just when he was finally able to close the locker, the bell rang, earning a small sigh from him.

===🕷🕷🕷===

"Alright class, settle down. As you guys might know, we are getting a new student today. Why don't you introduce yourself, sweetheart?" The teacher flashed a big smile and gestured towards the person standing, shifting the whole class's attention.

"Hi... I'm..Y/n" The woman gives a small wave and scans the whole class until she sees the familiar curly brown hair peeking from afar.

'Gotcha'

Y/n can't help but show a subtle smirk. The kid does look pretty cute. Now she only needs to-

"Hey hun, are you shy? Aww, I understand. Let me find you a seat first, okay?"

Before Y/n could even comprehend what was going on, someone in the class yelled out loud "I HAVE A SEAT HERE!". Who is that anyway? Y/n look at the boy in a polo shirt who has the biggest grin ever on his face. It seems like her plan is ruined, but at least now she can watch Peter from behind.

"Oh dear sorry Ned, but it seems like Flash spoke up first." The teacher gave an apologetic smile and waited for Y/N to go take a seat before starting the class.

"Okay now today we will be learning about...."

The teacher's voice faded out as Peter stared at Y/n; there was something about her that made him feel uneasy. He noticed that ever since she introduced herself, she was looking directly at him! Does no one think that is creepy?

Ned laughed before wrapping his arm around Peter's shoulder and patting his back. "Sorry man, I tried to get her to sit with us, she is so pretty....." Despite Ned daydreaming about Y/N, all Peter can feel is anxious. Sure, she is pretty, but is she hiding something?

His spider's sense has been tingling, and Peter could only hope that it is wrong for once.

*BANG*

Or not.

"EVERYBODY RUN, QUICK QUICK!" Peter rushes everyone out of the classroom after a gunshot shattered the window. He wants to look around and see where it is coming from, but god, he can't focus when everyone is screaming so loud and pushing him on their way.

"Stay back kid"

"Huh-" Before Peter could react, he saw the new student - Y/n, standing straight on the table with two katanas on her back. Where did she get them from? And where did she hide- Ugh, that's not important right now; he needs to get his suit before anyone gets hurt.

Y/N doesn't seem panicked like Peter; she is chatting with the intruder like it is the most boring thing ever.

"What do you think you're doing, being brave and shit, STAY DOWN OR I WILL SHOOT" The guy with a black ski mask yelled, hands still clutching the small gun and aimed it at Y/n.

"Ouch, you kissed your mama with that mouth?" Y/n snaps back before drawing one of her katanas; this man isn't worth fighting for more than ten minutes.

She was ready to take action when suddenly Peter (now in his Spider-Man suit) jumped in and knocked the gun out of the intruder's hand.

"You shouldn't bring a gun into school man" He said before shooting out a spider's web and sticking the man to the wall, making him unable to move and stay still in defeat.

'Cool okay great..uhh..now I need to call the pol-'

Peter thinks to himself, completely ignoring the person behind him, who is now fuming with rage.

"Hey!" Y/n yelled at Peter; she couldn't believe he didn't listen and stay back like she told him to.

The sudden voice made Peter jump and shoot his spider web at Y/n's hand out of instinct, binding it together.

"HEY!"

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry, I- wait, no, I-I did that on purpose, who are you and are you trying to kill me?!" Peter tries to talk without stuttering; he wants to know if this girl is a threat.

But now Y/n is really, REALLY mad. She thought this would be an easy job, but it seems like Peter is more than that; this boy just accused her of being the bad guy?? "Fyi, I'm older than you, kiddo. Is that how you treat adults? Kids these days..." Y/n rolled her eyes backward in irritation.

Peter looks even more confused, older? Aren't they the same age?. "Okay I-..uhhh I won't repeat myself again, who.are.you?" He emphasize the last three words while keeping a distance with Y/n, making her laugh out loud.

'What is so funny about this'

'I swear to god if I die protecting this kid..'

Both of them think at the same time while looking at each other. Y/N decides to make a move first. She walks up to the intruder and swiftly gives him an elbow strike, knocking him out easily. Peter watched the whole scene with wide eyes and decided to take a few steps back for his safety.

"Take the phone out of my front pocket" Y/n said while waiting for Peter to do so. The boy pointed at her pants to confirm again if it was the right pocket, which made Y/n chuckle. "Yes genius, go on; I would have taken it on my own if you hadn't tied my hands together like this"

Peter mumbles a small sorry and pulls out the phone, noticing how it's strangely familiar. But before he could ask Y/n about it, the screen lit up with an incoming video call from Tony Stark, so of course Peter did what any reasonable person would do: pick up the call.

"Omg omg Mr.Stark I- this is crazy but-"

Tony is taken back when Spider-Man is the one who picks up the phone; why did he have Y/n's phone? "Peter, slow down and take off your mask; it is hard to hear when you have it on and speak at supersonic speed"

Peter did as Tony told him to, but before he could say another word, Tony cut him off. "If you have this phone, I assume you already know Y/n; where is she?"

Peter holds the phone to where Y/n is sitting with her legs propped up on the table. She waves her hands full of sticky spider's web to Tony as a way of saying hello, earning a small gasp from the older man.

"Y/n! You okay? Peter seriously?"

"I'm fine sir" - "But mr. Stark!"

Y/n and Peter speak up at the same time, earning a groan from Tony. "Only one at a time, please, and you can call me Tony."

Peter can't hide his surreal excitement; is he going to say Mr. Stark's first name? "Ah...well Tony-"

"Not you kid, I was talking to her"

Ouch. That hurt.

Y/n quickly jumps in to break the awkward silence; the last thing she wants is for her boss and the person she has to protect to get into a fight. "Oh, it's fine, sir, but I think Peter will need you to... explain everything right now; I can wait."

Tony adjusted his glasses and fixed his collar's suit before speaking. "Oh, yes, right. I will say this quick, cuz I have a lot of work to do. Peter, Y/n is your bodyguard-"

"What!?" Peter can't hide his mixed emotions when Tony says the word bodyguard.

"Hey, it's rude to speak when the adult is speaking, okay? She is your bodyguard, but only for a short time. I need someone to look over you and the suit *cough cough* my suit. Got it?"

Peter pouts. "But Mr. Stark, I can handle everything on my own; I don't need a bodyguard!" He quickly turned toward Y/n. "No offense to you."

Tony look at his watch; this conversation is wasting him too much precious time now. "You need a bodyguard, that's it."

"Why do I need a bodyguard?!"

"BECAUSE I SAID SO. End call"

The video call abruptly ended on Tony's command, leaving Peter to lower his head in shame. Maybe he is overreacting; it is not that bad...right?

Peter, look over to where Y/N is sitting; she is holding her hands up, eyes full of boredom.

"Can you get me out of your web?...please?"

Yea...It might not be that bad.

#tom!spiderman #tom!peter parker #tom!peter x reader #spiderman x y/n #spiderman x reader #spiderman x you #spiderman fanfiction #tom holland x reader #marvel x reader #marvel spiderman #marvel x y/n #mcu x reader #mcu imagine #mcu fic

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sapphicgarland · 5 days

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karkat or Dave playing animal crossing for the first time and getting really into it please!!!!

I interpreted this as davekat as it gave me more room to work with since I could have dialogue. It was a bit hard to expand on the prompt since there's no conflict but I did my best! I hope I made it cute enough to be interesting

“Okay, so how does this thing work?” Karkat asks as if they haven't had a Nintendo Switch for a whole year now.

Dave just shakes his head and gets up from the couch, once again showing him how to set it up. “How are you this bad with electronics?”

“Listen, last time I tried to do something more complicated than open a Google Chrome window I got a computer virus so bad it killed my crab dad. I think I'm allowed to just give up and accept that I shouldn't touch this shit.”

“Maybe you're right,” Dave says with a bit of a smile. “Okay, I got it hooked up. Ready?” He asks as he sits back down on the couch.

Karkat follows and sits next to him, grabbing his pair of controllers. “Ready!”

“Okay, so, Jade said this isn't immediately two player so I figured we'll take turns setting up our characters and stuff and then play it together?”

Karkat nods in agreement, so Dave starts up his profile first and opens up Animal Crossing for the first time. “This game better be worth the $50 plus tax or I'm making Jade pay us back.”

Karkat laughs a bit and playfully slaps Dave's arm, a gesture that Dave has gotten used to over the years. No more flinching now that he knows it's a safe affection. “Shut up, I'm sure it'll be fine. Besides, it's not like we can't afford it.”

Dave just shrugs and goes quiet as the game continues. He mumbles the dialogue and text aloud so that he's not skipping too fast or too slow for Karkat. Karkat gives a chuckle, which causes Dave to stop and look at him. “what?”

“Oh, I just like the little voices,” he says with another chuckle. Dave cracks a small smile and nods in agreement before continuing.

“pick your style…oh yes. The two genders; short hair or ponytail,” Dave chuckles.

“Hey they say style!” Karkat chuckles. “which will you choose?”

Dave lingers for a moment before just picking the short hair, non-pony tail one with a shrug and continues on. They debate on which island to pick before finally settling on the one with the River cutting the island straight through into 3 sections, and finally moving on.

“If you could only bring one thing…huh. What do you think, babe?” Dave asks.

Karkat thinks for a moment, “well, presumably there'd be something edible on the island. I'd say a lamp? Though I'd prefer aflashlight.”

“That makes sense but there'd be no electricity. Once the battery dies you're screwed if you can't make a fire.”

“You'd have to make a fire anyway to cook a lot of the food you'd be eating.”

“Ah but if you bring food you can buy yourself time until you can make weapons and figure out what's edible or not.”

“See, this is why I always say a survival guide based on the biome and general geographical location of the island.” *karkat says with a huff,* “why isn't that an option??”

Dave rolls his eyes and picks lamp, a small smile on his face, “because they don't have your brain, I guess.”

They move on and finally arrive on the island. Their first two villagers are Canberra and Raold. They rush through Tom Nook's dialogue a bit, Dave reading it out loud quickly. They're bored at first, too much exposition for their taste. Though, Karkat isn't complaining, and Dave knows that this is just how games work sometimes. It probably means there's very little non-skippable dialogue for the rest of the game.

“Finally.” Dave says as they are released into the wild to explore.”okay, we've gotta put up our tent. Where are we putting this bad boy, babe?”

“Uhhh probably pretty close to the plaza right? I'm sure we'll be doing a lot of walking back and forth.”

“Agreed. I'm sure there's a way to move it in the future.” Dave sets the tent right next to the plaza. They go back and Dave finishes the beginning missions while Karkat watches. Eventually, Karkat's Head is in Dave's lap, just quietly watching as Dave gets their island ready. It takes a bit but eventually Dave stops and looks down,* “Okay, ready to join?”

Karkat nods and sits up. They switch profiles so that Karkat can get his character ready.

“Okay, so should I just keep going or do we wanna switch back to your profile?” Karkat asks once his character is ready and his tent is placed.

Dave shrugs, “Nah. Go ahead and do some…uh….collecting? I was about to say mining,” he chuckled, “this isn't minecraft. Whatevering. I'll watch you for a while.

Karkat nods and just continues. Eventually Dave's head is on Karkat's lap, watching Karkat play. This continues for a couple of hours actually. Before long, almost everything that can be set up in just a day with no time travel is already set up. They switch profiles so that Dave can finish up some stuff that only he had permission to do (much to Karkat’s snarky disapproval).

“I'm not sure what else to do for right now." Dave says after about another hour of playing with Karkat's Head in his lap. His hand goes down to pet through Karkat's hair a little. "I feel like we should wait for all this stuff to open up y'know? Like the museum and stuff.”

Karkat nods, “I mean we could grind a bit and get a bunch of…what was it, bells? But I don't want to sell all the resources and find out we actually needed them. Oh, we could bug the villagers, though.

Dave smiles a bit and nods, going to talk to Raold first and then Canberra. They both smile.

“aw the villagers are kind of cute. Okay, okay, I see what Jade meant,” Karkat admits. “I really like this game. It's cozy and really relaxing.”

Dave nods in agreement, “this is fun. We should play tomorrow too.”

#fanfiction #davekat #oneshot #answered #homestuck #animal crosing new horizons

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Now first listen of the Anthology tracks!

Overall thoughts: I probably won’t come back to these as much? But, I am very much a more full production girl so those who like the guitar centric and piano ballad songs are going to love these. The one outlier here is “imgonnagetyouback” not sure why tf that’s in here and not on the main album bc it doesn’t match the rest of the anthology tracks but it may be my favorite on the album as a whole idk

Fave 3

imgonnagetyouback

So Highschool

The Prophecy

Best 3

Cassandra

The Bolter

The Manuscript

The Black Dog

Oh we are sad again. Oh wait are we sad? The beat is picking up? OH SCREAMING oh back down? This production is throwing me but I get that it is intentional lmao. “Play him” actor shade. I think this song is what we all expected for this album. Also “esoteric joke”? Part of me wants to believe she wanted to write “making fun of me with an esoteric bloke” but I (like Taylor) am delusional sometimes. Sell my house 🥺 8/10

imgonnagetyouback

This production screams The 1975 at the beginning. Yes girl, know you’re hot! OH MY GOD THIS CHORUS. The classic “get you back” entendre. “I’m an Aston Martin”???? OMG. Loving the synths in this. This song was made for me and me alone. HOLY FUCK. we stan Jack Antonoff in this house. 100/10

The Albatross

The plucky type strings in the back are nice. I think this one is going to have to grow on me? It isn’t resonating with me on this first listen. Again Taylor Swift and threatening men, I love to see it. 6/10

Chloe or Sam or Sophia or Marcus

First of all this song title is ridiculous. Saw me with someone who looked like they would bully you in school? LMAO. Did she just say “needed drugs more”??? Oh my god? Oh this one is hurtful? She changed to do anything for him and the way to break her heart is to say “I loved you as you were” … as a people pleaser I am sobbing on the floor. 7/10

How Did It End?

I’m going to need to research these lyrics more but this is interesting since it seems to be critical and self aware of how the public devours her pain. Also, this song must be a favorite of hers because all good chunk of the lyrics we got as part of the rollout are in this songs. D-Y-I-N-G????? Oh girl. The pen is penning here. 8/10

So High School

Not the Spotify vertical video being football lights, girl you are not subtle. Also this production sounds like something but I can’t place it??? Honestly this and 3am by Halsey are in the same genre. STIFLE YOUR SIGHS?!?! yes ma’am!!! You know ball, I know Aristotle??? You know who you wanted and you got her??? OH MY GOD. I do wish the production was a little quieter? But overall I like this!! 8/10

I Hate It Here

Sister song of the Lakes? She does love the word precocious doesn’t she. I wonder where the here is? 1830s but without the racists???? Girl what??? This song also would have done numbers on 2014-2015 with girls stuck in midwestern small towns. I can tell this is one is going to grow on me 7/10

thanK you aIMee

Bronze spray tan statue????? Oh my god we are coming out swinging out the gate. The definition of the bad times make us better. Yeah FUCK YOU AIMEE with the happiest fucking guitar in the background lmao. Oh mama swift!! WISHING SHE WAS DEAD?!?! Oh fucking get her Taylor lmao 8/10

I Look in People’s Windows

The slight echoing on her voice is interesting. Also you can tell Aaron Desner is all over these tracks. Taylor is in her peeping Tom era now. Like I’m so deranged weirdo? yeah that’s going to become a viral tiktok audio at some point lol 6/10

The Prophecy

Oh her delivery is in that cadence that scratches my brain again!!!! Oh the yearning is so painful here. Wanting so badly to be someone’s first pick, wanting to be loved so badly. Going directly to the pain. playlist oh my god 9/10

Cassandra

The backing piano reminds me of something but I can’t tell. BURN THE BITCH????? Oh my GOD. Cell with snakes??? The imagery of this is so fucking good. This is also shots towards Kimye. I’m glad we got this retrospective type song vs songs on rep right after it happened. I almost wonder if it’s coming up again because she wonders how much of the fake phone call caused her heartache? Like would she have ever been with Joe and had to go through all this pain if they hadn’t faked that call and she went into hiding?? 10/10

Peter

Vaguely champagne problem chords??? Okay English major!! Not one of my favorites? Not sure honestly because there’s times where I love her voice but piano ballads are never really my jam anyway? So this may just not be for me! 6/10

The Bolter

Singer songwriter vibes!! Honestly is it wrong that I could see someone like Zach Bryan doing really well on this? The vibe of this is so good! 9/10

Robin

Strings tied to lovers? Invisible String?? Way to go tiger?? Huh?? Again another piano ballad at 30/31 songs is a struggle for me to personally get through 5/10

The Manuscript

The reverb (?) on these piano notes!! Oh it’s retrospective 🥺 sex is half as good????? Strollers?!?!? Oh lord have mercy. 30? Oh so this is not about recent events. OH FUCK THIS IS ABOUT JOHN OR JAKE. Oh younger Taylor 🥺 story isn’t mine anymore?? Is this about All Too Well ??? 10/10

#taylor swift #pop music #the tortured poets department #first listen thoughts

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Ain’t Always The Cowboy

{ Song Inspiration: Ain’t Always The Cowboy by Jon Pardi }

The group of them had been enjoying the bonfire after the Founder’s Day parade. Laughs and drinks had been shared. The air was full of stories and love amongst the friends.

“Wait wait… Oh what was the name of that big shot bull rider that tried to help scam Whiskey…?” Baylie asked Grace.

“Ugh! Don’t get me started on how much I hate big city people,” Jake exclaimed.

Alana felt all eyes fall on her as Jake ranted on. “Yeah we’re the worst,” she says with a playful tone.

"You're far from being the worst..." Grace starts saying.

"He's just still mad Baylie dumped him to move to a big city," Bradley teases.

Alana looked between the two of them. “You two dated? I never knew.”

“Yeah we were high school sweethearts,” Baylie replies. “But now we’re not.”

“You’ll always be my first love Baylie,” Jake says smiling at her. “Even if you annoy me to death now.”

Once again, Alana looked between the two of them. Baylie was happily engaged to Mickey. Jake was the town's eligible bachelor. Alana couldn't help but wonder what would have been the cause of their breakup. She also wondered why he keeps glaring at her with anger in his eyes.

SEVEN YEARS EARLIER

Jake is driving to the Kazansky ranch after picking up some breakfast for him and Baylie. He brought a cooler full of ice and water to help her dad with some labor on the ranch. When he pulls up, he spots Baylie sitting at her window.

He smiles at just seeing her. They had just graduated high school and would both be starting community college in a few weeks.

Baylie had finished packing all that she needed to pack up. Rachael knocked on her door. “Bay? He just parked. Your dad and I are going to give you both some privacy.”

Everyone in town kept telling Baylie to break things off with Jake before he left her. “Bay… You know the cowboy always rides away. He’s going to leave you. High school sweethearts don’t always last.”

Baylie opens the door and hugs her mom. “I love you mom.”

Tom sends Jake up to Baylie’s room. His green eyes fill with confusion when he sees that her room is packed up. “Bay? What’s going on?”

“I’m not gonna beat around the bush Jake. We’re done.”

It ain't always the cowboy

That ain't got a lot of hang around

Jake nearly drops the coffee and breakfast. “What do you mean we’re done? Baylie we just had a date the other night and we were fine?”

“Well… Things change… people change. Listen Jake, I’m not going to be tied down to be your little wife to be getting knocked up and being barefoot just being a doormat for you. I’m going to Billings. I’m going to med school and becoming a doctor and this little town will never see me again.”

Ain't got no settle down in their boots

Gone's just what they do

“Baylie! You know that’s not how I see you or would treat you!”

“No I don’t. Maybe you turn out exactly like your uncles and father and become the cowboy that leaves me for someone younger…”

Her words felt like a buckshot to his heart. By his silent reaction, she knew she’d hit the mark. She grabs her backpack and puts it on. She then starts stacking a few boxes to take to her car.

“Bring me the boxes over there. It’s the least you can do before we’re really done.”

That restless runnin'

Searchin' for somethin'

He followed her down the stairs and to her car. “Baylie please! We can’t be over! I can go visit you… I can transfer to Billings…”

“Jake! Stop! I don’t love you anymore!” Baylie felt guilty lying but it was the only way he would let her go. After putting the boxes away, she climbs into her Jeep and closes the door before he can reach her.

“Goodbye Jake. Don’t call or text me. We have nothing else to say to each other. You’ll only hold me back.” With that, Baylie puts her car in drive and leaves.

Leavin' love in the dust of a midnight Chevrolet

It ain't always the cowboy that rides away

His eyes fill with tears as he watches her drive away. Drive away from him. From her parents. From her home. Driving away with a promise to never return.

PRESENT

“So that’s why I left Mount Deston for Billings,” Baylie says finishing the story.

“I remained angry at her for a few years. But after she came back we had a proper sit down talk about us.”

“We finally realized we both wanted different things from each other in high school and even now. I’ll admit apologizing to Jake for how I ended things helped me a lot. I eventually realized I hurt as much as he had hurt.”

Jake hold his beer up. “Besides she’s too stubborn to actually be my wife.”

Alana can’t help but roll her eyes at him. “I pity the woman you end up marrying if you keep that attitude.”

“Ha! Don’t worry doll it’ll never be you,” he replies to Alana with a wink.

“It’s okay. I’ll survive knowing the one that’s hung up on his high school girlfriend and won’t move on isn’t into me. I’ve been through worse.” Alana senses someone is watching her, and not just those sitting there at the bonfire.

She looks closer to the pier and the water when her eyes fall on him. She doesn’t need to see his face to know it’s him. She knows that body and the way his arms are crossed.

Alana doesn’t even say anything as she puts on her jacket and just leaves the bonfire.

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Listen I made some mistakes but your safe home! Tord said taking off his jacket (which obviously had his technology) before he diving into the pool.

Going deep down. Tom goes to the pool just doesn't dive because of his void eyes.

Tord hoping out on the far side of the pool.

Tom tried to catch his ankle but he was quick.

Will you two cut it out?! The neighbors are watching. Edd said getting between them shoving TJ in Tord's arms, he was trembling.

They teamed up on me and it wasn't fair! TJ said as little Tom peeked around Tom's leg before his ear was grabbed by Little Edd.

Group meeting now! Little Edd said.

Lame. Little Tom said.

Don't care. Little Edd said marching inside.

Tord was to fixated on the ordeal to process his own ear being grabbed under he felt Edd's nail dig in into his ear.

Eep. TJ said huddling against Tord as he and Tom were dragged in and force to sit. Tom in the red chair and Tord at the end of the couch (after they changed under Edd's super vision to insure Tom doesn't kill Tord or destroy a wall... been there done that it's not fun)

Matt, sit. Edd said as little Tom was forced to sit by Tom by Little Edd who also sat.

Ok, first. You, you and you (pointing to little Edd, Matt and Tom) can stay until we figure things out... TJ put up his hand.

They're three, Edd. It not like they can crash here then move on. TJ said.

We'll figure out how to turn back. Tord said.

You've been saying that for years. TJ muttered.

Now what TJ revealed... what are you doing? Edd said as TJ was set in the time out chair.

Tord, you should be sitting there not TJ. Edd said releasing TJ from time out and Tord was forced to sit in TJ's place (oh, the chair was always there it's meant for Tord and Tom when they get in trouble... honestly the first Tord or Tom should have sat in the chair but they were tired)

Tord, why did you put a tracker on Tom?... actually i put you back. Edd said moving Tord to the couch once more.

Simple, he would just leave and get drunk then we would get a call like "come get your boy." From a pub owner and we would have go to every pub searching for him. The night you two decided to to leave us alone he slipped out and it was my job to search for him since he was passed out I put a tracker on him so we wouldn't go threw that again because it was so annoying. Tord said as Tom tried figuring out what was said.

So you put a tracker when... also where did you even get a tracker! Tom said.

I... made it. Tord said embarrassed and ashamed.

It helped us find and saved you so it's ok. TJ said popping up before Edd.

Hum, It did... Matt, what do you think? Edd said.

Um, I'm trying to to figuring it out. Matt said before little Matt gestured to TJ to come. They whispered a bit. Before little Tom who crept up to them. Smacked TJ in the head with a pillow making the two smack heads.

Little Matt started to cry. TJ turned around to face him.

Oh-oh! Little Tom said and ran off with TJ behind. Like Tom and Tord the fish night the two faught until little Edd broke it up.

Ow, ow, ow! TJ complained as his ear was dragged before being forced in Tord's lap before checking if little Matt was ok, bring him one of TJ's toys to play with before trying to get little Tom but he got away.

Come here! Little Edd called chasing him down the hall before you heard little Tom screaming.

TORD! Little Edd said as TJ was already on his way.

Yeah, yeah. I'm coming. TJ said paddling down the hall. Little Matt stood and looked over the couch before going to help.

LET ME GO! Little Tom called.

No! They said.

At least he's sobber this time. TJ muttered.

Shut up, Commie! Little Tom snapped managing to swing his foot, hitting TJ.

Ow... I did not miss this! TJ said dropping little Tom.

Oof! You asshole! Little Tom said as TJ paddled to Tord.

Last time you had any excuse of being drunk far worst then Tom ever were! Now your just an ass! TJ snapped before folding his arms as Tord insured he wasn't hurt.

Little Matt and Edd also made sure he was ok going to Edd and Matt.

Little Matt explained to Matt what TJ told him... before the pillow hit them, even using two dolls to demonstrate.

Ah, I see. But this is hard because TJ is right, if it wasn't for that... *whisper to little* what was it? Matt said with the three year old whispering to him.

Tracker but like little Matt said " this is about now, Tord! You never kept secrets!" What other things he kept. That's why i'm confused on what to think. Thank you, little Matt. Matt said stroking his mini me's head as he smiled proudly.

I never noticed how much you are like a puppy. TJ said from leaning against Tord's chest.

Tord is there anything else or do we have to make TJ reveal it. Tom said.

Nope. TJ said walking away and locking himself into the closet. Little Tom planted himself outside where he could be seen.

I'm not coming out, Thomas! Leave me alone! TJ called.

Hum, you use to be fun to mess with. Little Tom called back paddling back to Tom's chair leaning against the arm.

Let him nap, Tom. Little Edd said yawning before paddling to a green bean bag and falling on it. Little Matt was already asleep on Matt before getting taken to his room to nap.

Hum, weaklings. Little Tom grumbled as the sound of thunder rumbled.

Seems like a storm... little Tom? Matt said as the 3-year-old ran past.

Tord stood and held a controller to Edd.

Let's have an adventure like old times. I got Zombies horde 3. Tord said with a smirk.

Edd looked at it.

The new one? They said.

Hold on your not off the hook. Tom said

I know and you can kick my butt after it rains. Tord said holding out a blue controller.

Fine. Tom said.

Whoo! Edd said turning on the console, holding a green controller taking his seat on the couch.

Hum. Little Edd said.

Tord glanced at him as Matt got a purple controller. He scooped up Little Edd carefully.

Little Tom stood in the entrance of the living room with his jacket.

You got my jacket. Tord said taking it.

Little Edd was laid with Little Matt.

You can rest with them. Tord said to little Tom.

Hmm. Little Tom said, climbing on the bed, laid with them going to sleep between them.

Part 9 (I'm hoping I'm correct on the parts) of ???

#my fanfiction #edd ew #ew tom #ew matt #ew edd #ew tord #tom ew #tord ew #eddsworld fanfic

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inkwolvesandcoffee · 1 year

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Top/Favourite Tom Hardy Series & Movies to Re-watch Time and Again

I was tagged by the lovely @hecatemoon87 to compose a wee list of my favourite films & series starring our dreamy Londoner, so *claps hands* lets get cracking!

#1 Peaky Blinders

Honestly, can you blame me for this one? The first time I ever saw this series, I was skeptical about Alfie. However, how-so-bloody-ever, as the seasons went on, I was drawn in more and more by him. Something in his manner, his unpredictable cleverness, spoke to me.

I’m currently on my second rewatch of the entire series so I’m up to date for S6, but, I’ll be honest, I’m mostly watching it for Tom.

Alfie made my rekindled crush on Tom so much worse. I can already hear you ask: “Rekindled? What sparked it in the first place?”

To the last part the answer is “I honestly can’t remember”. I just have a weakness for British men. And Irish… and Scottish. Anywho, I can pinpoint exactly when it was that I started gushing over him all over again.

#2 Venom

Yup, this movie absolutely did it for me. I’m sorry, but Tom portrayed Eddie (and Venom) as absolute hubby material.

Sure, I liked the story too despite hating sci-fi and anything related to aliens. I suppose it’s the human aspect and my own fascination with the ways in which we humans can work with the monstrous and harbour it ourselves, underlined by a scientific background, that has me returning to this one.

Also, in this house it’s canon Eddie reads romance novels and loves to watch anime with his girlfriend.

#3 Child 44

Gods, it’s been too long since I saw this movie. Note to self: buy and rewatch it. Also, finally read the book! It’s only gathering dust on your shelves.

Now, this choice has a kinda funny story behind it. I said to me mum I had found a movie with Tom called Child 44, which I rented on YouTube and would watch later that day. She plopped down next to me on the couch and, using my phone to broadcast on the telly since the YT app on it hated me, we watched it together.

I can’t say too much about the plot since it’s based on a true story. However, I’ll say this, it was interesting to get a perspective on the KGB and life in Russia during the 1940s. And Tom as Leo… my, oh, my. I thought the accent would make me bristle continuously and I’d tap out at once, as I tend to do with movies that have actors that attempt an accent that isn’t their own. Furthermore, there are some accents I just can’t listen to. I’m sorry, but it’s true.

I digress. Tom as Leo, right. At first, I expected to develop pure annoyance when it comes to him. Yet, I didn’t. Tom perfectly portrayed the complexities within Leo, personality and psyche alike, nurtured by an oppressive society during a difficult time in history.

#4 The Drop

I didn’t expect too much of this movie, which kinda helped since the plot is weak. Same goes for Warrior, by the way. But why did I include it in this wee list then?

*sighs* Because I like Tom and love his voice, regardless of what accent he puts on. And, sometimes, I just have the need to watch a movie with him, enjoy how talented and big he is. To not analyze the plot but the characters, put inspiration out of the movie’s weak points and hope to transform them into something better.

Plus, Bob is, in my mind, this adorable shy guy who’s been raised proper and therefore knows how to treat a woman right.

And a werewolf bartender who writes paranormal romance, bite me.

#5 Lawless

This movie and Tom as Forrest took me by surprise. I don’t really have an interest in the Prohibition, anything to do with American crime and history in general (except H.H. Holmes), but this was basically a Quintin Tarantino movie with less blood and more plot.

AND I LOVED IT!

Here and there on Tumblr I’d seen some talk about Forrest Bondurant, bits of info from which I had composed a profile of this rough, gruff, arrogant and violent man with a keen business sense. It was almost accurate.

Little did I expect he’d be an awkward bub around women. He’s basically a (secret) care bear in a cardigan with rough edges.

And with that I’d like to conclude this wee list. Feel free to create your own top 5 and to tag me🤗

Tag list: @liliac-dreamer @potter-solomons @alikaheroes @elijahssuit @vir-tual @dreamlandcreations @buttercup32sstuff @zablife @ilovemanypeople @woofgocows

#Tom Hardy #Venom #Eddie Brock #Peaky Blinders #Alfie Solomons #Lawless #Forrest Bondurant #The Drop #Bob Saginowski #Child 44 #Leo Demidov

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goodneighborxfallout · 2 years

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What are the companions reactions to twin soles (so, technically not soles??) who finish each other's sentences and just do Creepy Twin Shit™.

Thank you for the request! Now that I read it again, however, I didn't do what you asked for... your request made me think of the twins on TLC who constantly try to talk in unison but are terribly bad at it, and I went with that, sorry! Still hope you like it because I had so much fun writing this! (Also sorry for taking literal years to write this)

Cait:

Cait will be instantly annoyed at it and is not afraid to let them know.

“Yeah, quit that already, it’s not cute.”

Codsworth:

If this is a new post-war thing, Codsworth will be very concerned, but he’ll just laugh it off awkwardly whenever it happens.

“Yes… haha… that’s right, sirs/mums.”

Curie:

Plain confused: “Why do you do that? Why not just listen to what the other has to say?”

Danse:

Danse will be creeped out, but he’ll try to hide it by sounding annoyed instead. However, he will most likely not offer the twins a spot on his team in Cambridge.

Deacon:

He’s heard tales of the twins, but only good stuff, so you can imagine the disappointment when they come knocking on the Railroad doors only to discover that they are actually weirdly off-putting.

“Ah man, if only you were actually good at speaking in sync, imagine the things we could pull off. Well anyway, welcome to our little freakshow, and I think you, my friend, might just top Tinker Tom.” And he’d silently add a sarcastic "hurray".

Gage:

“Look, we can’t have two Overbosses, that’s not how it works,” Gage says, already full-on annoyed that even the very start of his new Overboss plan didn’t go according to plan.

“We do a- everything together. We’re bas- basically one person.”

“We do everything together. We’re act- basically one person.”

The twins say in semi-unison, constantly looking at each other to make sure they say the same thing but still failing half the time.

“Oh for the love of- cut that shit out! Why the hell did I help ya’ll out against Colter?”

Hancock:

Hancock completely ignores the weird twin stuff, mostly because he thinks he’s so high on jet he’s hallucinating one of the two. The only thing is… if he’s hallucinating a second person, then why are they so bad at talking in unison?

Longfellow:

Longfellow has about enough of the twins the moment they first open their mouths. He won’t want to talk to them after that, but if he happens to cross paths with them, he won’t hesitate to insult them either.

“You one of them lunatic rad freaks? You’d fit right in.”

MacCready:

“Yeah, whatever you say, boss, as long as I get my share of the money at the end.” He says at first, but after traveling with them for a spell, he won’t be able to handle it anymore and part ways – not even caring if he gets his money or not.

Nick:

Deep, irritated sigh. “We get it, you two are twins. What more do you have to prove to anyone?”

Piper:

Absolutely flabbergasted during the interview. Piper is unsure whether she should say anything about this weird behavior or not, she decides to stay quiet and stares at her notes from the interview in semi-shock and with a heap of regret.

Preston:

“So which one of you is going to be the general?”

The twins look at each other.

“We wou- will only become general if we can do it together.”

“We will- will only be… become general if we can do it together.”

Preston will be speechless for a moment. His first instinct is to explain why that isn’t possible, but he quickly realizes any such attempt will be futile anyway and gives up.

Strong:

It can either go one or two ways here. Either he's focused on them being twins which he'll perceive as something positive: "Humans look alike! Like Strong and brothers look alike! Good!

Or he's focused on the talking, which (as we all know) is bad: “Humans talk too much! Humans should fight!”

X6-88:

“So which one of you is Father’s parent?”

“We are both his mother.”

The twins say with much difficulty in syncing their lines. X6-88’s disappointment was immeasurable, but he sure was glad Father had been taken away from his mother(s?) and was raised inside the Institute instead. If Father insisted on keeping the twins around, X6-88 would question Father's objectivity, but he would follow orders as always and keep his opinion to himself.

#fallout reactions #fallout 4 #fallout companion react #fallout 4 companion react #fallout 4 reactions #danse #cait #codsworth #curie #hancock #gage #deacon #old longfellow #maccready #nick valentine #piper #preston #x6 88 #strong

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sarahhillips · 10 months

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This is What I Call, the Start of Season 3 of Libertys Kids

Sybil Ludington

I first learned about her from Rejected Princesses and have fallen if love with her. She’s like Arya Stark.

Funny because Sarah and Sybil would have a Sansa and Arya dynamic

James is a natural horseman now

Sybil straight up ready to kill

‘I’m so proud of my daddy who has a target on his head’

“But why aren’t you fighting?” Imagine Sarah heard that and said “Listen bitch,”

Sarahs ballgown should just be solid pink

Of course Arnold sees Sarah right away. Thank goodness she has a chaperone. I bet Mrs. Adams knows he’s kinda flirty with her and keeps an eye on them.

“I had hoped our paths would cross paths again Ms. Phillips, away from the field of battle” GOD why aren’t they waltzing while he’s saying this, that would be intense.

In fact their entire conversation could have been discussed while they were waltzing but that would take the animators way more work.

Imagine Benedict starting his passionate rant while dancing and then dancing

Sybil gotta be starting shit for no reason

I bet Sarah and Hannah would bond tho.

“I’m coming” “Like hell you are”

Sybils eager af to fight

She’s that girl at school that would punch the bully for me

The last shot of the entire city on fire before the dramatic music plays 😱😱

They just shot a fucking cannonball at a house

Sneaking out to go report hell yeah

Imagine getting to storm into a place on a horse. Kickass.

Once again, Sarah stalks Arnold into a danger zone

The horse even went into the water

It’s like that scene from home alone

Stupid af but it worked

Arnold is done with this army shit. He worked hard to earn that rank.

“I’ve come to think of you as like a daughter.”

“He’s destroying himself with his own bitterness and anger.”

I feel like Sybil would be mean af to Sarah just because she’s British and Sarahs doing her best to stay civil and in control. And then James would yell “Enough Sybil! She’s my friend!”

Lafayette Arrives

The drag episode 💄

Course Bens surrounded by bitches

Instant connection between Henri and Lafayette. You know he’s gonna adopt this child.

How old is Henri supposed to be by now? Thirteen I’d say. He should be growing.

Henris like I adopted this French guy

I need a dramatic retelling of Lafayettes drag escapade

LiberTAY

Lafayette would be the most anticipated

Why is Henri allowed in Congress

Wtf just a second ago ya’ll didn’t want him

What if politicians gathered for meetings in bars?

Lafayette is an America fanboy

They’re like ewwww it’s French

Omg he’s coming this way

Pretend it’s chicken and dumplins

RETREAT CALMLY

Ben is cunning af

We’re French but we’re American Yay

The Hessians Are Coming

Those girls aren’t the Schuyler sisters are they

Those laughs are not believable

No, they’re German girls

When he’s an asshole but his horse loves you

Here he goes ranting again.

“I learned it from school lol” “Who needs to go to school to build forts”

“Are you trying to sway the Hessians into leaving us?” “I’m a reporter jackass”

“I’m not a soldier, I’m a musician” Yeah like how Tom was not a soldier but a scientist

“Your witness is dead so you’re guilty”

Another victory for Arnold that will be ignored

James and this German dude had to puss next to each other for weeks.

“You guys are cannibals” whut

Will both of you stop acting like dicks please.

That’s more like it.

Arnold gets screwed over so much

That poor little german boy. Of course he didn’t want this James.

Arnold marching into battle shamelessly without permission.

Arnold saved James life without knowing it

Yeah we all quit

Sarahs reaction to Arnold having his leg shot is not realistic at all. L

Polish guy said go to school

Oh his name is Gunther

The last line of this episode did not age well at all.

Valley Forge

Arnold (the ARNOLD) is in this!?

Oh look mini log cabins

Von Strudel really came in on a sled like the white witch

“No meat! No meat!”

RIP Aaron Carter. This poor kid.

So its like diet bread

I can feel the cold

Girl went outside in the cold after being outside for stays

Where did the gust of wind go?

I love Lafayettes loyalty

Imagine having to poop outside in the snow

Bare ass exposed to the snow cold

“Corporal, yell at him for me.”

“How can I appreciate what you don’t have?”

Henri would definitely become a soldier in the adult version of the show

Henris the mascot. I need him in an eagle mascot costume now.

Imagine an eagle sports mascot fighting a king george mascot.

This dude is obnoxious

Ok now not so much

Omg Franklin sent Von Strudel

George Washington being a dad

Slide to the left. Slide to the left. Cha cha real smooth.

Sarah why aren’t you more worried

Allies at Last

Here comes Peggy Shippen

Nice dress Ben

That excited little barefoot leap on the cold concrete ground

Smart move on James and Moses

So without Ben or Moses around, that would put Sarah in charge. Since she’s still loyalist I’m sure she welcomed Andre at first

“The less I say about her, the better.”

Sarah, are you dancing with tory guys at these balls? I bet you are.

And now she wants Andre and Peggy out and I don’t blame her.

Oh look, hats

Oh no Moses the white guy your name is on the list

“I’m suddenly in the mood for English tea” petty Ben

Why are they telling Sarah all this stuff, she’s friends with Americans

Poor Henri being laughed at

“Have you forgotten that you are English?” “Not in the slightest.”

But Moses seems like such a nice guy

SIGN A PUBLIC OATH OF LOYALTY

“This is because I’m Jewish.”

Pop off White Moses

Oh you motherfucker

Oh now you wanna sign it

“A lot more people will have to stand up for equality to come true.”

And now France is their ally.

#sarah phillips #libertys kids #james hiller #liberty's kids #ben franklin #benedict arnold #peggy shippen #john andre #henri lefebvre #general howe #amrev #american history #sybil ludington #lafayette #george washington

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