#to all yous in the notes saying that there’s no proof that it’s Tom’s car

[cypherverze]

i want to be with you everywhere

a tom holland imagine

PAIRINGS: tom holland x female!reader , tom holland x singer!reader , tom holland x famous!singer

SUMMARY: After being on hiatus for five years, you had managed to complete a whole new album for your comeback and announcing your upcoming tour in the process, as well as having Tom supporting you all the way.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: i offer you this tom imagine for the meantime. this imagine had been inspired by hayley william’s cover of ‘everywhere’ during the parahoy event back in 2018! also, i’ve been listening religiously to fleetwood mac. enjoy! (NOT PROOF READ!)

REMINDER: this is purely fiction, this is a product of the author’s (me) imagination. this work is originally written by me, do not in any way repost or copy my work. i write for self indulgence, if you don’t like my works, then don’t read it.

WORD COUNT: 1,757

WARNINGS: nothing, just some fluff. casually reiterating—poor attempt on fluff :D

Your comeback album had taken the world by storm, since you decided to drop it when the world wasn’t anticipating it. Everyone didn’t know that throughout your hiatus, you’re working on your new album because you have been so quiet, especially on your social media platforms. So when you decided to drop it out of nowhere, everyone—especially your fans are in shambles. To add fuel to the fire, right after dropping your comeback album, you had also announced your tour for the new album. Despite the shock that you gave your fans, they were really excited for your comeback and had managed to sold out your concerts in record speed.

Fast forward to your first night of concert, which is being held in Atlanta, Georgia. The air inside the stadium was palpable, it was packed with cheering and screaming fans, everyone had been buzzing with anticipation. You had been performing for almost an hour now, and there’s only one song left in your set list before you conclude your first night of tour.

“Okay,” Your fans cheered very loudly and you smiled at them, “This is the last song for the night. This is actually my first time singing this song.” The fans are pumping in excitement.

“While I was on my hiatus, I was staying in Nevada, working on my album, and I’ve been listening to a lot of songs from my favorite artist of all time, so you can say that I’m binge listening to them. This one song, I religiously listen to it wherever and whenever—in the car, when I cook in the kitchen. You know.” You giggled, “This is the song that had really inspired me in writing the album, especially the sound and vibe of it was inspired by this song. Also, this is the song that I wish I had written.” Everyone laughed and cheered.

“Alright! This will be the last song tonight, it is a song that is a perfect ending to a perfect night. If you know the lyrics to this song, feel free to singalong with me.” You smiled widely as your fans kept on cheering loudly, “This is ‘Everywhere’ by Fleetwood Mac.” The cheering had intensified, that’s when you knew that you have a lot of fans that loves Fleetwood Mac.

“Again, thank you so much for your never ending support. I hope that you had a blast joining me on my first concert after five years, thank you and good night!”

There was a surge of energy when the first few notes of the song had began playing, you looked around the stadium, making eye contact with each and everyone of your fans and smiling directly at them, noticing them. Suddenly, you felt your heart race as you scan the crowd further, hoping to see the one person that you wanted to see the most. Then, there you saw your boyfriend, Tom, seated amongst the crowd with his best friend Harrison, and brothers Harry and Sam. Both of you locked eyes and you smiled at each other softly and you began singing the song.

Can you hear me calling, out your name?

You know that I’m falling and I don’t lnow what to say.

I’ll speak a little louder, I’ll even shout.

You know that I’m proud and I can’t get the words out.

You and Tom been dating for almost a year now, and things between the two of you were going incredibly great, and you couldn’t ask for more. Tom was constantly on the go with his acting career, you don’t mind about it, he always make sure to make time for you despite his busy schedule—so that’s why you had decided to hold your first concert in Atlanta, Georgia. Tom is currently in Atlanta shooting a movie for marvel, so you decided to hold your first concert there because ever since he found out that you’ll start touring, Tom had expressed that he won’t be able to attend because it was also the same time as his movie shooting, and you know how badly he wanted to attent your concert since he’s a very big fan before you got together.

When you told Tom that your first concert will be held in Atlanta, he was over the moon. You told him that his concert tickets are ready, but he declined it, Tom told you that he wants to secure the tickets himself, he also reasoned that he missed fighting with other fans for concert tickets. The moment that Tom was able to secure his desired tickets, he called you immediately, telling you that he’s very excited to see you perform again on the stage in front of everyone and proceed on telling you how much he’s proud of you.

The song may only be a cover, but it holds a special meaning for you. You had secretly dedicated the song to Tom in your heart, hoping that he would understand the message behind the lyrics because the song exactly represents what you had felt when you when met Tom for the first time. The song is also the very perfect song to express your feelings for him.

Oh, I, I want to be with you everywhere.

Oh, I, I want to be with you everywhere.

(Wanna be with you everywhere)

You pointed at Tom, causing him to smile lovingly at you. As the beat played, you did your little dance, which Tom loves the most. It’s one of your little quirks that he finds really endearing.

Something’s happening, happening to me.

My friends say I’m acting peculiarly.

Come on baby, we better make a start.

You better make it soon before you break my heart.

Tom’s expression softened, looking at you softly as he listened to the familiar tune, and you felt a rush of emotion in you as you poured your heart into the song.

Oh, I, I want to be with you everywhere.

Oh, I, I want to be with you everywhere.

(Wanna be with you everywhere)

Can you hear me calling, out your name?

You know that I’m falling and I don’t know what to say.

Come along, baby, we better make a start.

You better make it soon before you break my heart.

The words of the lyrics echoed throughout the whole stadium, and you closed your eyes as you dance to the beat of the song, feeling it. You can’t help but imagine as well that you’re back in your home with Tom, dancing slowly to the song in the kitchen, with dim lights—which you do very often. You poured all your love and passion into the song, anf you felt it resonated with the audience.

When the song ended, the crowd erupted in cheers, screaming, and applause. But your attention remained on Tom—he was standing up, together with his brothers and best friend, cheering loudly for you. You couldn’t help but feel all the love for him, knowing that he’s proud of you. You thanked the crowd again and exited the main stage, heading straight at the backstage.

You were already at your dressing room, resting. You had just cleaned and changed yourself so you’re already fresh and no longer sweaty from the concert. You’re feeling euphoric, so never knew how much you missed performing in front of thousands of people. Now, you can’t help but look forward to your future concerts. You were lounging on your couch, keeping yourself busy as you scroll on your phone, checking for posts from different fans during your concert, liking and retweeting some of the posts.

There was a knock on your dressing room and the door opened, revealing Tom. Your heart skipping a beat as he walked towards you slowly, his eyes beaming with pride and love for you. He put his arms around your waist, his hands rubbing softly on your back, immediately sending a jolt of electricity throughout your body.

“Wow.” He said, his voice soft and sincere, “That was really really incredible. You never cease to amaze me, my love.” You blushed, cheeks beet red.

“Also, Haz, Harry, and Sam extend their congratulations to you for your successful first day of concert.” He added.

The feeling of happiness that you’re feeling right now is immeasurable as you look into Tom’s eyes lovingly. To be honest, you’ve been very nervous about performing the song, because he has no idea at all that you dedicated the cover to him. But seeing his reaction when you performed it, made it all very worth it,

“You know, I dedicated that song cover for you.” You admitted, feeling your cheeks flush with embarrassment, “It’s my way to let you know how much I love you.” You added, as you gently brush your fingers at his nape.

Tom’s eyes widened in surprise and grinned widely at you. He, then suddenly pulled you into a tight embrace. You felt him leaving trails of soft kisses on your exposed shoulder.

“I love you too, so much.” He whispered softly as his lips brushed against your ear, sending slight shiver over your body, “More than anything in this world.”

He stared lovingly at you, smiling widely, and finally pulling you in for a kiss. You had kissed back with the same intensity, both of you smiling through the kiss. Pulling back softly, looking at you again, Tom pulled you again for a kiss.

“I want to be everywhere with you as well, darling.” He smiled brightly.

You knew from the beginning you met Tom that you had found someone very special. Someone who loved and supported you no matter what. Both of you left your dressing room and the concert venue, with fingers intertwined with one another, you couldn’t help but feel grateful for the love that you share.

Tom is one of the biggest plot twist that had happened during your hiatus, and you have never been happier in life.

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[introvertguide]

The Road Movie

Most movies follow a general script type depending on genre, and this is used to tell a story that has a satisfying ending. It is interesting when a movie mixes up type and tone and goes against genre type. Sometimes it works. Sometimes it is terrible. Great directing and acting can make the subversion of expectations less jarring (or more depending on the end goal), but the end goal and tone allows us to attach a film to a genre. But what about films that aren't about the end goal? There are many films that are in a sub-genre that focus on the journey with little regard to the end goal. These are what are called "road movies" and can fall under many different genres since the end goal doesn't really matter. Let's address some famous road movies through the years that are also classified in a variety of other genres:

Huckleberry Finn (1931)

The OG of travel films, this was the sequel to Tom Sawyer (1930) and had the same child actors. This wasn't what you would call financially successful, but this was largely due to the Great Depression. The 1939 version of the movie did a lot better and was one of the well known films of child actor Mickey Rooney. This story of travel was an early role for many actors including Rooney, Ron Howard, and Elijah Wood. Although there were threats of death and portrayals of slavery, this film was considered a family adventure in the pre-code film era. I guess a boy escaping his abusive father in the company of an adult escaped slave where people are actively attempting to rob and kill them was considered a fun family romp in the early 30s. This was the same story that came from a book that was banned in schools during the 1980s. It is a great story and I love the works of Mark Twain; I am just surprised at the genre.

Stagecoach (1939)

This is a great movie that transcends the Western genre of which it is categorized. A group of people all have different reasons for traveling from an Arizona territory over to New Mexico. There is word of vengeful thieves and angry Apaches that threaten the small band of travelers. It is actually very intense because the threat feels very real throughout the film. The entire film focuses on the journey and the relationships forged (and broken) on the way. This was the breakout role for John Wayne and was part of an amazing string of films directed by John Ford and starring John Wayne.

Easy Rider (1969)

This is a film that really spoke to the hippie movement during the Vietnam Era. It is statement on how difficult it is to truly be free and how society fears that freedom and tries to destroy it. The film might very well have the worst dialogue of any movie I have ever seen. Actors Peter Fonda and Dennis Hopper were actively using drugs throughout film production, so the real draw was the sweet rides and the moving soundtrack. This is a movie where I actually want more driving montages and less character development because I don't identify with the characters at all. Maybe it is a generational gap.

Paper Moon (1973)

This film is amazing. It is the story of a traveling grifter who takes a little girl on the road with him after her mother dies. He teaches her how to make a living cheating people and they form a father-daughter type of relationship. It is a comedy drama that won the girl an Oscar for best supporting actress when she was only 10. Some nice back story, the girl is Tatum O'Neal and is the actual daughter of the grifter, played by Ryan O'Neal. It is kind of strange, but this is a "coming of age" film on the road.

The Blues Brothers (1980)

Now this is what I am talking about. Two brothers go on a trip after being released from jail because they got a message from God. I am pretty sure that this film still holds the record for most crashed vehicles in a single movie. It is also interesting that the film is technically a musical. The brothers stop at different locations and songs break out. In between stops, they are chased by the police in an almost demolition derby style chase. I really enjoy this movie and believe that it really keeps a fast pace (literally and figuratively), but, like many road films, I can't say it is good because it is more of an experience than a story.

Thelma and Louise (1991)

This was an interesting twist on the "run from the law" type of film. Two women are friends and decide go on a weekend retreat. They get in trouble after killing a man who tries to assault them and have to run from the authorities. It has a reputation for being very feminist (despite being directed by accused mesogenist Ridley Scott) because of the negative portrayal of men. It obviously wasn't that bad since it was nominated for 6 Oscars including both leads for best actress. In fact, Geena Davis and Susan Sarandon were both nominated for best actress at the Academy Awards, the BAFTAs, and the Golden Globes. It is the quintessential road film since the end goal is constantly changing and best defined as "away from here."

Natural Bork Killers (1994)

This was kind of a strange film. It is a crime drama where the audience follows two killers with traumatic childhoods as they meet and go on a murder spree. Similar to Bonnie and Clyde, but with gory murders as the focus over bank robberies. It is directed by Oliver Stone, and criticizes the glorification of violence by the media. It is most definitely a road movie because the end goal for the two is simply to be together and enjoy the rush of breaking the law. Hm. It is actually quite a bit like Bonnie and Clyde. Interesting. I would like to make a note that my mom hates this film because of the shaky cam and Dutch angles. It made her feel sick at the theater.

Road Trip (2000)

OK. This is far and away my least favorite film on this list, but it is the most famous "boner road comedy" that I am familiar with. It is a high school/college coming-of-age film that focus on the sexual pursuits of a group of young men. These types of films are marked with gross out humor, gratuitous nudity, and boys trying to have sex. There was a bunch of films like this that came out around the early 2000s and they all had to do with boys traveling some place in search of idealized sex (the plot on this one is a little different, something to do with a sex tape) and generally they find that the best girl for them was there by them all along. It takes a nice idea of character development and throws raunchy jokes and boobs at it. I was not a fan, but it was definitely a thing.

Death Proof (2007)

This is much better shlock. It is the Tarantino version of exploitation grindhouse films of the seventies, but updated to be a women empowerment film. It was part of a double feature that was paired with a horrific zombie outbreak film directed by Rod Rodriguez, but this one is much better on its own. It is the story of an old stunt man who travels around looking for unsuspecting victims whom he can run down in his indestructible car. This is a great example of what a road movie can be because Tarantino took the concept of a slasher and put it completely on the road.

Mad Max Fury Road (2015)

Here is an action revenge film in a post-apocalyptic wasteland where most of the film is driving. The producers couldn't find a director who they trusted with remaking George Miller's Mad Max franchise so the 70 year old Miller said "hold my beer" and made this masterpiece that is arguably better than any of the first three (edit: I guess Miller always intended to direct but it took so long to go into production that he joked in interviews about giving up on it). The original trilogy with Mel Gibson presents an amazing world where most people are nomadic and traveling can be a life or death proposition. Fury Road is the further adventures of the character and his interaction with one Furiosa. The use of many practical effects on moving vehicles that was garnished with CG effects made for one of the best action films in the last decade. It was more than a simple movie about traveling; it was a land were the road was life and everything surrounded the ability to be mobile enough to get supplies in a dead world.

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This is by no means all of the road movies. The Wizard of Oz is technically a road movie. The Grapes of Wrath is a critically acclaimed road movie from around the same time. Comedies like The Cannonball Run, Smokey and the Bandit, and National Lampoon's Vacation can all be classified in the genre. Rain Man is one of the best films of all time and it can be classified as a road movie. What it comes down to is that, when considering characters, a writer should think about the journey itself and think of how the leads interact with this entity. The road might be the best character in the whole story.

#road movies #thelma and louise #stagecoach #huck finn #mad max fury road #death proof #road trip #natural born killers #the blues brothers #paper moon #easy rider #introvert #introverts

[spidey-sophie]

Press Play | Tom Holland One Shot

Pairing: Tom Holland x Female Reader

Warning: smut, unprotected sex

Summary: What happens when you tell your boyfriend your sexual fantasy?

Work Count: 2.8k

Notes: A huge thank you to wonderful @worldoftom​ for being my beta reader and giving me amazing advices and notes!

Ever since last night you couldn’t stop thinking about Tom’s question. No matter how hard you tried to concentrate on your paperwork, your mind kept wandering back to last night.

Of course, being with a famous multimillionaire movie star had its perks, but also had some downfalls. First and the most obvious one was that you two could never have a proper date night in a restaurant. Going to clubs or to the movies was also a no-go. Another one was constantly hiding and making sure you’re nowhere to be seen in his Instagram posts or stories.

But the one thing that was on your mind ever since last night was the fact that you might never be able to explore your biggest fantasy with him. You tried not to think about it. Your sex life was more than amazing, but there was that one thing that always turned you on, that one bucket list item that you knew from the start you couldn't cross with Tom.

You were ready to lock that little fantasy in the back of your mind, where no one would ever find it.  And it was fine, really. Until last night while you were laying naked in bed, hands and legs entangled, Tom asked you, “Do you have anything in bed that you’d like to try?”

And you got scared at the thought of sharing your most vulnerable part. You contemplated saying no and changing the subject. There was no point in saying it out loud when it wouldn't be possible. Just thinking about it turned your cheeks all kinds of hot. Saying it to Tom would only make you more embarrassed. He was always understanding, but what if he thought you were weird? Nope, that thing would definitely stay locked in your mind. Where it should be.

But you decided to go for it because you trusted him.

“Well… there is this one thing. I don’t know, it might sound stupid…”

“Go on, tell me, I’m curious to know,” he said as he turned around to face you.

“Nooo, don’t look at me, I’m embarrassed.” You got up and covered your eyes with your hands. “I’ll tell you, but I can’t look at you, okay?”

“I’m nodding, but you can’t see me,” he started  laughing and touching your back. That light touch of his fingers on your skin made you feel safe, like you could say anything to him and he would understand.

“Well, I may have… But promise me you won’t laugh and you won’t think I’m weird if this doesn’t turn you on or makes you uncomfortable. Please?” Finally you turned back to him while he was laying on his back, looking at you.

“I already think you’re weird, but you’re my weird little kitten, so I don’t think my opinion on you can change that easily.”

“Very funny, Tom, you know I hate that nickname. Okay, here it is - I think that it would be kind of hot if we, uhm, recorded ourselves while doing it,” you laid it out for him, talking fast as to get it out of you in one go.

“Well, we could do th…”

“But wait, here’s the weird part. And I really can’t look at you right now.” You covered your eyes again. “I’d like if we could upload that video of us somewhere. Of course we won’t record our heads or anything, it would be just our bodies, or like those point-of-view videos, I don’t know and I’m so embarrassed right nooow...” You were just about to get out of bed, still without looking at Tom, when he grabbed your hand.

“Actually,” he kissed your back, “that,” then your shoulder, “sounds,” and finally your neck, “really hot.”

“Really?” You laid on top of him and started kissing him. There was a smile on his face and you felt relief. You smiled back at him, and that was the only thing you two needed. That was your sign to him that you no longer felt anxious or distressed about sharing your secret with him.

“Really, but I don’t know how we could do this, since I’m kind of famous.” You both started laughing. It always amused you how nonchalant Tom was about fame. He made cynical jokes about how he was the biggest movie star right now, and yet he always stayed humble. “I’ll try to find a way to do this.”

“And I really have to go back home, I have work tomorrow.” You got up and started buttoning up your shirt.

“Why don’t you stay here tonight and I’ll drop you off at work in the morning?” Tom said as his hands gripped your waist.

“Nice offer, but I’ll have to say no.” As you put on your shoes, you gave him a quick kiss. Once he got dressed, he walked you to your car.

“Look at you, Y/N, I had no idea you also wanted to be a movie star.” As you already knew, he had to tease you. That was something you two did all the time. You roasted him to keep his ego in place and he did it back to you to make you laugh.

“Fuck you, Holland.” You smiled and gave him a goodbye kiss.

……………

The day couldn’t go by any slower. When the clock finally turned 5, you were ready to get out of your office, get in your pyjamas and spend the whole night eating ice cream and watching some old Sex And The City episodes. Tom was supposed to go out with his friends. That’s why his message was a surprise to you.

Come to my place later tonight, I have something for you.

And that message alone got your nipples so hard they were poking through your shirt. You took a quick shower and in a matter of minutes, you were ready to go.

The moment he opened his door, he started kissing you. It was a hungry, passionate kiss, like he hadn't been kissing you just last night. Your tongue was exploring his mouth just like the first time you kissed. His hands went down your back, while you were moving the waistbands of his trousers with yours. Your underwear was already wet and the bulge you saw through his grey sweatpants was proof that he wanted you just as much as you wanted him.

“Come in, I’m alone,” he said between kisses and you obeyed. He put you down on his couch and got settled on top of you. His hands were holding your wrist above your head and he lowered himself on his knees. The sound of your heavy breathing was interrupted by the sound of the button on your jeans unfastening.

He didn’t want to waste any time. His mouth was all over your thighs.

“I thought all day about what you told me last night,” he said, tongue running over your inner thighs. “I got hard whenever I thought about it.”

“Oh really?” you prompted yourself up on your elbows and saw his dark brown eyes looking at you while he was kissing that soft spot where your thigh meets your stomach.

“I think I have an idea, but we should move to the guest bedroom first.”

You left your jeans in the living room and followed him to the first floor. The lights were off, only the floor lamp was on. There were clean sheets on the bed, he even had lit up some candles on the counter. But the thing that surprised you the most was the camera, standing on the tripod, facing the bed. You felt throbbing between your legs.

“I chose this room because it's the only room in the house I’ve never posted stories or anything in. I found the right angle so that our heads would be out of frame.”

You didn’t say anything. You couldn’t believe he had done all of this for you. The only thing you could do right now was to kiss him. Which you did. You smacked your lips on his, your fingers weaved through his thick hair. He unclasped your bra and started squeezing your boobs together. You pressed your hips to his and felt his rock hard cock.

“Wait, wait,” you froze waiting for him to continue. “Let’s leave something for the video, what did you have in mind?”

“Fully naked, sit on the bed, legs down and I’ll ride you reverse cowgirl style. Take off your clothes, too.” The only thing you had on right now were your panties so you removed them while you were talking.

“Very specific, I like it,” Tom said, while also removing his shirt and boxers. No matter how many times you’d seen him naked, you always paused for a moment to take a look at his ripped forearms and torso. His body was chiseled, abs as hard as his cock.

“Wait, you can leave that on,” you pointed at the silver chain around his tanned neck. He kept eye contact with you while his fingers ran through his chain.

“Sit,” and he obeyed. “We can’t use each other’s names, but nicknames should be fine.” 

His legs were wide open and he started moving his hand up and down his length, he couldn’t take it any longer. You went back to the camera, made sure his face wasn’t in the frame. You pressed play and the camera started recording him while he touched himself. The silver chain flickered under the light of the floor lamp. As his movements started to become faster, veins started to pop on his arms. From all the blood rush, his cock started turning all shades of pink.

You stood on top of him, wetness leaking down on your thighs. You sat on his lap and slid his girth inside. He held your hips with his hands, guiding you. That first slip inside you always gave you shivers across your whole body, from head to toe in a single rush of pleasure. You both moaned when you fully sat in him, hands sliding down his abs, his cock deep inside you.

You took a moment to get used to his size. After a few seconds, you started moving up and down. Painfully slow at first. All the way up then down until he filled you up to the brim. His breathing was inconsistent, fingers gripping your waist. You leaned forward to provide him a better look on how good you were taking him.

“You have no idea the view I have over here,” he said while staring at your ass, lightly spanking it.

“And you feel so good inside me.” You leaned back to him, put your hands on his chest and you pumped yourself up and down faster. His moans were getting louder and you lost yourself in the sound of the skin smacking together, your wetness dripping down to his abs. You started rubbing yourself while still moving up and down. There was a slight pain in your knees, but it was nothing compared to the pleasure building between your legs.

Suddenly his hands covered yours, the one that you were rubbing yourself with. He slightly moved your hand away and started rubbing your clit. His movements were in sync in yours. All these years together, he already knew your body and what worked best for you. 

Your movements became sloppy, you focused on the way he was hitting your spot with both his hands and his cock. You slid your hand down to his balls and gently massaged them. They were soaking wet and all of that came from you.

“Keep doing that, darling,” he growled in your ear, his chest suddenly hitting your back as he bit your neck. There would be a hickey, you could tell from the stress of his tongue and the intense sucking, but you didn’t care.

“I’m so close baby,” you said in return and laid against his chest. You turned your head to kiss his mouth sloppily as he rubbed circles with his fingers on your clit. The burning hot sensation started rocketing all the way from your core to your head. You stopped moving, but still kept your hand on his balls. You lost all sense of time and space, the only thing you felt were his cock twitching inside of you and his fingers on your clitoris. You stared into each other's eyes, and you moaned loud into his mouth at the sight of his smirk. Then you shook on his lap as he slowed down and catered to you through whispered I love you's. Another confirmation of how fast he could get you off and how much pride he took in that.

Just as you were about to come down from your high and continue riding him, he put his hands under your knees and lifted them up. He started pounding inside you. You couldn’t move, he was fully in control now. Your back was on his chest, his skin warm and sweaty. The only thing you had on your mind right now was to not forget to breathe. His lips were on your ear and neck, his breathing got more intense as he started pounding faster and faster. He was never like this. You had no idea if it was because of the camera, but you loved this new, rough side of Tom.

His cock was filling you up with heat. Your eyes were closed, muscles tightened and that was when you felt another orgasm rising. His hands were still holding your thighs, apart and in place. You enjoyed his moans, but right now yours were louder. You were gripping his arms, you wanted to scream his name, but you remembered about the camera. His cock was hitting deeper and deeper inside of you.

“I’m gonna cum again,” you moaned and his rhythm intensified. That was when another wave of pleasure hit you. You never came this hard. Your moans were uncontrollable and your entire body was trembling.

After a few seconds, you realized he was still inside you, not moving.

“I want to cum on your ass,” he said before he helped you pull out. The sudden loss of contact made you feel empty. You needed him to fill you back in. You got on all fours and he grabbed the camera. You arched your back, ready to give yourself to him completely. His cock was wet so he entered you very easily. Your previous orgasms made you so sensitive so you felt every inch of him, every little movement. You looked back at him and saw him holding a camera, recording his penis sliding in and out of you. His free hand was on your ass, slapping it once every few thrusts.

You never thought this was possible, but you felt like you were about to hit your high again.

“Baby please don’t stop,” you begged.

“I don’t know how long I’m gonna last,” he replied, begging you to let him cum.

His hands squeezed your ass firmly. And it was that little movement that pushed you over the edge. You came again, but this time it felt different, it was warm and sticky and you felt like it lasted longer than the ones before. The pleasure was so intense it seemed like you couldn’t take it anymore. Your moans were mixed with cries and he pulled out quickly. You felt his hot sperm splashing your ass cheeks and your back, the both of you moaning in ecstasy. He was still recording his cock twitching while he was slightly jerking it. His mouth was ajar, but his brow was furrowed like he wanted every little bit of cum to leak on your body.

Once he stopped recording, he went for some toilet paper to clean you up.

“That was the best sex I had in my entire life,” he told you while he peppered kisses on your ass cheeks. You turned back and smiled at him. You were so happy, you didn’t know what you did to deserve him.

“How many times did you cum?” He had a proud look on his face while he was cleaning your back.

“Three. But that last one felt like ten in one.”

Once you were both cleaned up, you put on your underwear and went to take a shower. Tom stayed to edit the video, he wanted you to see the best version of it. No matter how much you tried to take a peak, he wouldn't let you. You went back to bed and played some music. Thirty minutes or more passed and then you heard Tom’s voice calling you back to his room.

“Would you like to be our first viewer?”

You grinned. “Press play, darling.”

Tom grinned back.

He played you the video and it looked even better than you imagined. It was like porn, but with the two of you. The very first minute got you wet. Your faces couldn’t be seen so there was no way anyone would ever find out. By the time the video was over, you were turned on again.

“So what do you think, should we upload it?” he asked you.

“Definitely,” and at those words, he pressed the upload button.

“While we wait for the upload to complete, would you be interested on a second two?” He got up and pulled you back into his arms.

“Well, it would be round four for me, but I’m more than interested.” You leaned in and kissed him with a grin on your lips.

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Rogercop

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Morning had sprung and Nathalie was getting Gabriel ready for a very important event -  careers day at Collège Françoise Dupont. 

 

“Sir, are you sure this is a good idea?” Nathalie asked worriedly. 

 

“Yes, this is a good opportunity for me to see this Nathaniel boy’s parents,” Gabriel smirked. 

 

Suddenly, the door opened and there stood Adrien fiddling with his necklace nervously. “Ready, papa?” 

 

Gabriel looked at his youngest child and smiled reassuringly at him. “You didn’t force me to come with you, and to be fair, I haven’t seen much of your teachers, only your principal. So no need to be nervous mon petit.” 

 

Adrien smiled at Gabriel and then took hold of his father’s hands and Felix’s once he entered the foyer. They got into the car to travel to the school. 

=^._.^= ∫

When the Agreste family arrived at the school (a little late, due to some idiots on the road), they met one Mr. Tom Dupain. 

 

“My day begins at 4 a.m. every morning because the bakery opens at 7. You would think that the life of a baker is pretty routine, making the same pastries, rolls, cakes... but actually, it's different every day. One day someone might order a cake in the shape of the Eiffel Tower, and another day you might-” Tom explained to Gabriel and Felix’s boredom and Adrien’s interest.

“Marinette will come around and pass out some croissants baked fresh this morning,” Tom said as he pointed at his daughter. 

 

“Thank you, Mr Dupain. Now, let's meet Alya's mom, who is head chef at the Grand Paris hotel, owned by our mayor, Mr Bourgeois.” Miss Bustier. 

 

On Marinette’s rounds, she smiled happily at Adrien. She was excited as she knew that his model career would end later than most, giving him more time to model. However, she smiled sadly at Felix as he looked disinterested. As Marinette was making the rounds, Chloé opened a case with a bracelet inside.

 

Sabrina looked at the bracelet and immediately grabbed it, “It's beautiful!”

 

Chloé then promptly slapped Sabrina’s hand. “Don't touch it!” 

 

Whilst this was happening, Gabriel whispered in Felix’s ear, “Remind me why I sent you two to this school?”

 

“Because you wanted me to learn the ‘commoner’ life, and also Adrien wanted to go to school just like his big brother,” Felix whispered back.

 

Gabriel hummed in thought. 

 

“Put it away, Chloé! It could get in the wrong hands!” Mr  Bourgeois attempted to scold his daughter

 

“I wonder how many croissants your dad would have to sell to buy you one of these? What am I saying? He'd have to sell the whole store!” Chloé taunted Marinette as she noticed her passing out the croissants.

 

“Well, if you're so rich, obviously you don't need free croissants!” Marinette said as she left the table but not without smirking as she could hear a poor comeback from Chloé. 

 

Meanwhile, Plagg was having a slight conundrum himself. “Is that Camembert?” Plagg asked himself as flew from Felix’s bag to Chloé's. “Huh? Oh, that's not Camembert... but it is very shiny. I like shiny, hmm!”

 

In the world outside of kwamis… “Unfortunately, I have no dishes to share. But maybe Mr Bourgeois will invite you all to the hotel and treat you to lunch!” Alya’s mum said while looking at her boss, with a glare that could rival Gabriel’s

 

The said boss nodded while sweating nervously at his employee’s glare and sighed in relief when the glare melted away. While the students were applauding, a policeman named Roger started laughing.

Unfortunately, Plagg caused Marinette to slip (as he landed on his head after continuing playing with the bracelet) 

 

“Marinette, are you okay?” Adrien asked as he left his chair while helping the girl up, not knowing that Gabriel was staring at her intently. 

 

Before Marinette could answer, however, Gabriel swiftly put Adrien back in his chair and stood in front of said chair protectively. 

 

“Next on the list is Sabrina's father, a policeman. Please welcome Officer Roger!” Miss Bustier said quickly to diffuse the attention and stop Gabriel from glaring at the students and herself.

 

The students started applauding, although with more confusion than anything else. With a quick glare from his brother and father, Adrien didn’t even bother clapping. 

 

“I've been a police officer for 15 years, and I firmly believe that every citizen is innocent until proven guilty.” As soon Officer Roger said this, the drama queen of the class exclaimed. “My bracelet! It's gone! I had it a second ago.” She then looks at Marinette “You! You stole it!”

 

“What? What are you talking about?!” Marinette asked confusedly.

 

“You purposely tripped over my bag so you could steal my bracelet!” Chloé then looks at Roger “You're a policeman! Arrest her!”

 

“My daughter is not a thief!” Tom defended Marinette and glared at the other girl.

 

Gabriel could only look at the students and parents and without warning, got a massive headache and thought of removing Adrien (and Felix) from the stupidity of the whole thing. 

 

Roger then blew his whistle without warning which caused Gabriel’s headache to worsen. “Hold on a minute, Miss Bourgeois, we don't accuse without proof! Now, everyone, calm down, please. Maybe you simply misplaced your bracelet.”

 

“You're calling me a liar?! Daddy!” Chloé said in surprise and anger.

 

“Roger, I demand you search for this girl’s bracelet immediately!”

 

“Ha!”

 

“Please, everybody!” Miss Bustier pleaded although she was not heard at all. 

 

“Need I remind you that as mayor of this city, I am your superior!” Mr Bourgeois said unkindly towards the policeman.

 

Before Roger could say anymore, Gabriel decided to speak up.

 

“I’ve had enough of this. My children don’t need to see this debacle. They came to school for their education, not some soap opera that is poorly made!” Gabriel then noticed that Felix’s friend was recording the whole thing. “This boy hasn’t stopped recording since I’ve entered the classroom, maybe there is something on there." Gabriel then gently moved Adrien from his seat and said. “I’m going back home with Adrien and until this issue is resolved he will no longer be attending school."  Gabriel suddenly looked at Felix. “If you like you can go home with me or stay for the whole day.” 

 

Felix looked at the drama gleefully and then looked at his father and replied. “I’ll stay here and see the drama unfold.” Gabriel nodded and left the classroom with a very reluctant Adrien, but not without giving his secretary’s number to Nathaniel’s parents. 

=^._.^= ∫

As soon as Adrien and Gabriel arrived at the mansion, Adrien was instantly sent to his room (as according to Gabriel he had had too much excitement and needed rest) and went down to his lair and transformed into his evil alter-ego Hawkmoth.

=^._.^= ∫

At the exact moment, Mr Bourgeois and Tom were seen shouting at each other while the students were looking at the two adults in interest (mostly Felix).

 

Nathaniel then looked at the adults and said, “Let’s do what my Mr Agreste said and look through Nino’s video. Maybe we can find something because I for one would like to see my significant other outside of the mansion or photo shoots.” 

 

The adults looked at the upcoming artist in shock (while Felix smiled at the artist with pride until he felt something hit his ankle and swiftly noticed that it was the missing bracelet on top of his kwami’s head and rapidly left the room quietly) not noticing that a new drama was going down. 

 

=^._.^= ∫

Ms Mendeleiev threw a piece of litter into the bin but missed so the litter landed on the floor which caused Rogercop to grab the litter. He then flew to where Ms Mendeleiev was.

 

“You're under arrest!” Rogercop shouted at the poor science teacher. 

 

“What? What for?” Ms Mendeleiev asked in confusion and horror. 

 

“You threw litter on a public sidewalk, jaywalked and crossed the red light,” Rogercop said robotically. The police whistle was still around his neck. His skin was quite pale, and a hollow, light blue triangle pointing downwards was at the centre of his chest. His helmet sported a light blue line above a light blue shield in front of his eyes. His left shoulder and right shoulder wore blinking red and blue police lights, respectively.

 

“Well, I suppose I did. But you can't arrest me! Who are you anyway? You don't look like a policeman!”

Rogercop then threw cuffs at the science teacher “I sentence you to trash duty.” He then blew his whistle which controlled the handcuffs and made Ms Mendeleiev robotically throw the litter in the trash can.

 

“Next mission: Seeking justice on Mayor Bourgeois.”

=^._.^= ∫

Meanwhile back at the school, Felix was seen lecturing Plagg (who was still wearing the bracelet). “Never do that again! Do you know the troubles you caused!” 

 

“I thought it was Camembert,” Plagg said. “And besides I think the bracelet suits my rock-hard abs.”

 

“Well, clearly it isn’t Camembert” Felix groaned and swiftly thought of something else, “and Plagg you do not have abs.” Felix then stopped as he heard footsteps and looked down and saw it was Rogercop. 

 

“Great, great, just great, thanks to you Plagg, we have now to fight against an akumatized policeman. You’ve made another one of your dumb decisions.”

 

“Sorry, Felix,” Plagg said, remorsefully. 

 

“I know, now let’s try and get this bracelet off you, and fix everything.” 

 

Plagg nodded while Felix began looking through his locker for anything that could help. Meanwhile, Rogercop had caused one of the parents to run laps around the gymnasium. 

=^._.^= ∫

Simultaneously, back at the mansion, Adrien was seen lying down on his bed with a look of boredom on his face. He was texting Nathaniel who was giving him updates regarding the situation of the missing bracelet. 

 

=^._.^= ∫

“See, Chloé? I tripped on the bag, but Sabrina held the bracelet, we are all suspects!” Marinette said (while trying and failing to be diplomatic).

 

“But, what about Mr Agreste, isn’t he like in most of the video?” One of the students asked.

 

“To be fair, I wanted to film Adrien and Felix, but I think Mr Agreste knew what I was doing or that he wanted Adrien to not see. You can never know with that dude.” Nino said in Mr Agreste's defence.

 

“And let’s remember Mr Agreste is a fashion designer. If he wants to he can design any jewellery that he or the twins need or want,” Alya said. 

 

And once again, Marinette opened her big mouth and caused the situation to be five times worse than it was until Rogercop entered the classroom uninvited. He asked the students, parents and teacher where the mayor was. They all denied that they knew where he was until a voice spoke up. Recognising the voice, everyone groaned. 

 

“Mr Principal, “I demand that you find who stole my daughter's bracelet ASAP! Or your job is on the line, sir…!”

 

Marinette then quietly left the room and jokingly said to Tikki “Who knew that our mayor could shout like that.”

 

Tikki then glared at her holder and sternly said. “No time for jokes, we’re going to make things right. Now transform!”

 

Marinette smiled nervously at Tikki and shouted “Tikki, spots on!”

 

At the same time in the locker room, Felix had managed to get Plagg out of the bracelet with some help from pepper and Camembert cheese. Knowing he had no time to waste, he quickly transformed into Chat Noir.

=^._.^= ∫

It wasn’t until late at night that everything went back to normal with a slight hiccup from the usual lucky charm item, Chat Noir’s antics and Rogercop firing his handcuffs all over the place. 

=^._.^= ∫

The next day, the twins were seen together and with happy smiles on their faces as Adrien was allowed to go back to school after Gabriel received a call from the mayor telling him about where the bracelet was all along. All’s well that ends well as Roger got promoted to lieutenant and Nathaniel’s parents were coming over for dinner over the weekend. 

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[boop-le-snoot]

PARTY FAVOURS | CHAPTER 3

Rating: Explicit.

‼️TW: Reader is EIGHTEEN! Recreational drug use, smoking and alcohol consumption, deeply internalised self-loathing, very questionable moral standards. Daddy kink taken half-seriously. BDSM themes in later chapters - explicit content will come with it’s own TWs. FIRST PERSON POV.

Summary: You’re Peter’s classmate, a child of rich and famous but uncaring parents. Getting paired up for a lengthy project with the boy was an interesting turn of events and you don’t know whether to feel blessed or cursed when you develop, seemingly, a perfectly normal, harmless crush on Tony Stark. Fueled by feelings of inadequacy and boredom, your life spirals out of control - and you’re lucky your newfound friends are there to pick up the pieces even if you cannot find it in yourself to believe these amazing human (and not so human) beings voluntarily give you more than a fleeting glance and an offhanded thought. And they brought cake!

A/N: Peter always unapologetically stealing all the uwus. It’s the MCU law, sorry, didn’t make it. Tony Stark can ✨rail me✨. Enjoy, deviants.

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I didn’t see Bruce nor Tony for a week. The doctor was away on some science conference (he sent me one dorky selfie next to a whiteboard full of barely intelligible equations as proof), Tony was in California, having some sort of a board meeting. How do I know? Peter, out of lack of better things to do, constantly texted me updates on his science patron’s whereabouts and what-abouts.

In times like these, it took me for a loop - I was on a first name basis with Tony Stark and Bruce Banner. In the beginning, I was intimidated - I avoided them both like the plague and tinkered in the lab with headphones on whenever I could, until Tony made a comment so snarky I couldn’t resist joking back. That’s not to say Bruce was a social butterfly, but even he gave into my tomfoolery after seeing me stand calmly throughout several of Tony’s hissy fits.

What amazed me even more so was that despite Tony being literally an insufferable little brat, I still longed after him. Sure, the man was hot as hell - but his physical traits were much less significant when it came to my feelings towards him than the amount of sheer drive and willpower he possessed. He was stubborn - that’s another trait we shared - and unapologetically himself in every damn situation.

I could write poetry about the million expressions in his face, about the shine in his eyes.

But I won’t. He’s a technical guru. Ever since I started hanging around the tower, I became much more conscious about what I posted online. Not to say I had a Stark fan blog or anything, but I’d stopped scrolling through the tag, even if I didn’t actually click on any articles. I dutifully reblogged pictures of Tom Ellis instead - while he was a very fine, distinguished man, he wasn’t Tony Stark. I enjoyed looking at the first and enjoyed being around the other. And even though my feed still had the occasional “I love arm” shitpost, I focused on aesthetic pictures and quotes instead - things I had an active internet presence for.

My personal life wasn’t very interesting. I didn’t have any close friends and any and all sex I’ve had was just a bunch of one night stands, fueled by alcohol, selfish lust and the occasional joint. Despite having a fair share of kind, generous lovers, the morning after left me feeling a little bit emptier every time. I thought about getting a boyfriend or something… But quickly became totally clueless as to where I could find one. Men under twenty-five could barely hold my interest long enough to have a casual chat and I wasn’t naive enough to think there were a lot of honest, well-intentioned thirty-somethings that wanted to date my high school ass.

Peter had a crush on me, I knew that. The boy developed one or another kind of feelings for anybody who showed him the tiniest bit of kindness and it alarmed me. In any other case I would have bailed on him, gently, of course, to spare him the disappointment but my selfishness got in the way. I regretted it every day. A wave of desperation rose in me every time I thought about moving on without seeing Tony or Bruce, without Peter shyly smiling at me as he explained how the things he created worked. A faint hope that one day, his schoolboy puppy love will grow into a brotherly kind of regard was the only thing that kept me afloat in my sea of guilt.

As the Fall rolled around, so did my gloomy mood. It was hard to be sad when the sun was shining and the birds were chirping outside, but with clouds hanging over the city like a lead curtain, the bottled up negativity rose to the surface uninvited. Mother had returned from her business trip, adding an uncomfortable, hollow sort of chill to the house wherever she stood. I don’t know what was worse - the hours we spent in one room ignoring each other or the immaculately structured questions she asked me about my studies and extra-curriculars. Mother didn’t ask me about my friends, or my feelings or any of the other things a mother was supposed to give a damn about.

I was an asset to her company and that was that. If you would have asked her, she would tell you I’m old enough for her to mind her own business - which was technically true. Yet according to her, I’ve been old enough since seventh grade. My dad answered his messages sporadically, sometimes with a two-word answer and sometimes with a cocaine and booze fueled rant eleven texts long. I felt sorry for him. I really did.

My phone was blowing up. Party invitations, likes from people I saw once or twice (“oh my god, you’re, like, so hot, what’s your Insta”), DMs from guys looking to score an easy piece of ass. I never answered. If I wanted to party, I just sort of showed up and everybody went along with it. I took care of my appearance and it showed - never once was I turned away from a party. Everyone wanted to dance, to share their drinks, to light up and get faded together and fade into the city, into the cold air and grey sky.

Skirt swaying and top clinging to my chest, I danced. The sweaty, heated bodies around me did the same. Not one of us cared, it was a Tuesday night and the place packed way too many people. An arm snaked around my waist, startling me. I had to begrudgingly crack open an eye to see the bastard in the dimly lit room.

“I saw you at the bar, you looked bored. Maybe you need something to cheer you up?”

So not a creepy rapist. Just your friendly neighborhood drug dealer. At house parties like these, there was always The Guy. He never danced, he sipped on the same drink all night yet always looked like he was having the time of his life. I was no stranger to the occasional joint, or even something more stimulating…

“I got the good stuff, sweetums, you’ll be fine and dandy in no time.”

Eh, what the hell. I inconspicuously danced with the guy to the middle of the crowd, exchanging a few crumpled dollar notes for a baggie of two pills. In no time, I chased one down with a hastily poured Jack.

The world did become better, as the drug dealer promised. People were nicer, friendlier and I almost didn’t believe mother was a useless, stone cold bitch. I almost didn’t care that I was deeply, madly in love with a man as unreachable as Olympus. If I squinted, the guy sitting at the bar looked kind of like Tony, tan, dark hair, worn jeans and a band tee.

So I danced. I danced and I stared right at him and then we danced some more. I closed my eyes, letting his arms grab me and pull me, I let his beard scratch my neck where he sucked a mark on me, I let his rough palms choke me against a wall in one of the bedrooms on the second floor of the house. It felt good to be wanted. It felt great to be needed as he rutted inside of me, hitting that sweet spot with every twitch of his hips.

It felt lonely when he left, pressing a kiss to my forehead and saying something dumb like “Be good, kid.”. I don’t remember what exactly it was, only that I had to turn my face away from his breath that reeked like weed and vodka.

To shake off the void that made home inside of my chest, I went to the roof to get some fresh air. The house had a nice patio on it - I actually knew the owner - that hosted more plants than I’d care to count. There was an ashtray and an abandoned pack of cigarettes. I greeted the faintly blooming sunrise surrounded by a cloud of smoke, shivering in the autumn mist.

Sounds of the party became less prominent with every passing minute as people geared up to go home and get a few winks of sleep before going to work. New Yorkers weren’t really thoughtful partying on a Tuesday, but then again, neither was I. The city always was busy - even then, at the crack of dawn, the dull throb of a bassline was rudely interrupted by a blaring car alarm followed by dogs barking in aggravation.

The more I sat there, the bleaker everything became. I had enough common sense to know I was just coming off the drug but for once, I had been happy and content for several hours without a care in the world. It had been too long since I felt that way and what’s a little low after a good high?

Mother left for her early conference at five AM sharp, I entered my house at five-thirty, making a beeline in the shower and immediately dumping my alcohol and cigarette soaked clothes into the wash with the smelliest detergent I could find. I gave similar treatment to my body and my hair, using the chemically-smelling products on my body and on my hair, brushing my teeth multiple times.

By the time I was leaving for school, only a faint smell lingered in the air where I’d previously entered, so I set the air freshener to automatically spray the obnoxious mist every ten minutes. Mother gets home at twelve for lunch, that should be more than enough time for any remnants of my partying to disappear into the lilac and lavender fumes.

The Valium I’d popped to deal with the aftermath of Molly made my brain sluggish. One look in the mirror and I hastily put my sunglasses on - the ashen colour of my face and the slightly crazed look wasn’t very complimentary to my complexion. The teacher didn’t give a damn. I stared blankly ahead of me for most part of first period.

“What happened to you? You look like hell!” Peter’s exclamation, while usually would’ve alarmed me, barely made a dent in my stupor.

“I feel like shit, too,” Admit what you can’t deny. Deny what you can’t admit. “I didn’t get any sleep. Like, at all.”

Peter frowned, the crease between his eyebrows growing deeper with every passing second. I flinched when his hand tentatively touched my forehead - the pounding in my temples slowed to a dull throbbing but it was still unpleasant when someone was all up in my space.

“Jesus, you’re as cold as a corpse. Maybe you should go see the nurse,” His worry bled into me too. Like hell I was going to the school nurse! They were specifically trained to recognize the signs of substance abuse.

“I’ll head home straight after school, I think we’ll have to skip our sciencing,” No way also I’d be letting Tony and Bruce see me like this. Oh my God, I was a mess. “Mother’s home.” I added. Even the emotional frostbite I’d get from being around her was more tolerable than being a downer for Peter and Tony.

Peter’s face immediately softened in sympathy. He knew almost everything about my relationship with my family, including him actually seeing my mother that one time. He told me she gave him the creeps and I don’t blame him at all. The stoicism that was required for her work made my mother an unbearable person to exist around outside of her fancy office on the top floor of a glass high-rise building.

“Okay, but promise to text me if it gets worse. You might have caught the autumn bug that’s been going around,” He obviously said the last part to calm himself down. Sweet little Peter, naïve child. I solemnly nodded nonetheless.

When I got home, I went straight to bed. Tony was being Tony, as usual, but in a strangely kind way. I suppose it should’ve made me feel better and it kind of did, but then it went downhill from there. I couldn’t explain why I started crying. I bawled my eyes out at how unfair this god-damned world was and when the doorbell rang… Let’s say, the delivery boy hightailed it out of there once the bag of takeout was deposited into my arms. I looked and felt ghastly.

I ate as much as I could and dropped into a restless nap, drifting in and out of sleep with exhausted exasperation. There had not been a time where I felt so low after popping a pill and I was equal parts alarmed and satisfied. For one, the drug dealer didn’t lie like they usually do - the stuff was good and I still had the other pill hidden away in a bottle of painkillers, inconspicuously mixed with other white pills but shape distinctive enough for me to recognize should I have need in taking it again.

The thought of well, taking it again, was fleeting. I had school tomorrow and a missed science bender to make up for. A few buzzes of my phone later, I felt happier. Better. Not so down anymore. I meant every word that I said - Bruce was very precious, kind and gentle. And so, warm and soft. And totally kissable.

Well, fuck. What do I do now?

#bun writes #party favours #tony stark x reader #tony stark x y/n #bruce banner x y/n #bruce banner x reader #stephen strange x reader #Stephen Strange x y/n #I've already got a room in Hell y'all welcome to book one nearby

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Here it is friends. Part one of my Taylor-Swift-nostalgia induced carraville fic. I will be writing a short part two but I figured I’d get this up now and it could be read on its own at this point. I haven’t proof read it so please excuse any mistakes but I hope you enjoy!

Jamie undid his tie. It was a plaid tie, blue instead of red to suggest his neutrality. It was a good day or at least it should’ve been. Liverpool beat Everton two to one, he’d had a good show (no one was harassing him on Twitter yet and Gary had made a few mistakes, Jamie thought that qualified a pretty good show), and he had a date at eleven. He should be fucking buzzing but Jamie just feels the idle hum of numbness. Even the five-goal thriller that was their first game of the night hadn’t got his heart pumping like it used to. 

Gary walked in silently, startling Jamie who quickly pulled on a jumper. Not that his state of dress mattered, Gary’s eyes stayed glued to the floor. He walked to the far corner of the dressing room to change out of his suit, as far away from Jamie as possible.  He hadn’t said a word to Jamie all night when the cameras weren’t rolling. It hurt. Especially when Gary was so good at acting like everything was fine when the commercial break ended. He even fooled Jamie a few times.

Kelly knocked on the door, making sure they were both decent, before walking in to say goodnight. Jamie watched as Gary smiled at Kelly, as he laughed with her about something. Jamie used to do that: make Gary laugh. Kelly turns her attentions to Jamie. She compliments him on his interview tonight and asks him where he and Tom are going for their date. 

“It’s quite late,” she comments, “you can’t really be going to dinner.” Jamie give her a fake laugh. 

“I’ve got a reservation and everything Kells. We’re going to that new vegan place. He’s picking me up.” You heard that right: vegan. Because on top of everything, Tom fucking cared about animals and the environment. Jamie wasn’t complaining too much, though. He could suffer through some tofu if it meant not having to go to Gary and his old haunts. 

“Ooh!” Kelly said, “do I get to meet him? Redknapp keeps talking about how lovely he is, I figure I could judge for myself.” Ah, yes, Redders. Running into Redders had been an accident. They managed to bump into him at the golf course the week before. Tom was good at golf, unlike Redders, as much as he tried to be. Tom gave him a few pointers, helping Redders fix his posture for his swings. They ended up playing a whole round together while Jamie played ping-pong with an eight-year-old girl in the clubhouse. Redders hadn’t shut up about how Tom’s wonderfulness and his perfect swing since. Jamie nodded at Kelly. He figured he couldn’t do any more damage. 

The three of them stood in the parking lot waiting for Tom’s car to pull in. He wasn’t late of course, he never is, they just got out earlier than anticipated. Gary had tried to skitter off to his car but Kelly practically dragged him back up on the curb. Gary, despite trying to put on an agreeable face, looked about as miserable as Jamie felt. Jamie thought he was slightly better at hiding it though. 

At 10:59 Tom’s blue Volkswagen pulled in. One minute early. He wore a nice checked shirt with the first few buttons undone. His hair and shirt were miraculously crisp and clean after a full day of work. He looked like a fucking god with his symmetrical face, sharp bone structure, and straight nose. Kelly certainly took note of that. “Our Carra is a lucky man!” She whispered before going over to Tom to introduce herself. Tom shook her hand and complimented her dress which, to be fair, was a very nice floral pattern. 

Tom stuck his hand out for Gary to shake. “Hello Gary, my name’s Tom. It’s nice to meet you.” Gary takes a minute to collect himself and takes Tom’s outstretched hand giving it a firm shake. 

“It’s nice to meet you as well.” It sounds remarkably fake, of course it does, but Tom doesn’t seem to notice. He just turns towards Jamie with a perfect smile. 

“You have such lovely friends, Jamie. It was nice to meet you both.” Jamie wasn’t so sure about that but played along and let Tom walk him to the car. Tom opened Jamie’s door for him before walking around to get in himself. He saw Kelly sling an arm around Gary’s shoulders as they drove away. Jamie took a deep breath and remembered it was all for the best. He reminded himself that this was what he wanted: stability. He didn’t want to fight anymore. The words Gary had said that night still rung in his ears. He was sure his own snarls were not forgotten either. 

It started to rain as they parked but Tom had an umbrella. Gary never had an umbrella. You’d think that living in Manchester he’d learn to at least keep one in his car. Instead, he resorted to sprinting away from the rain as fast as he could trying to avoid the rain, he wasn’t as fast as he used to be. But Tom was prepared, he always was. He held the umbrella for the both of them as they walked around to the front of the restaurant. 

“James, try the torte it’s quite delicious.” Jamie hated being called James. Absolutely hated it. Not when Gary said it though. His stupid manc accent stretched the vowels into velvet. When Gary said it he felt special. Tom’s polished London accent made him feel posh, pretentious, and twatty. James. Ugh. It was like the word torte. It’s a fucking cake, just call it what it is. Jamie took a bite of the torte. It was good if you ignored the aftertaste of soya in the frosting, a little dry, but Jamie nodded his head like it was an orange mcflurry. He let Tom finish the dessert. 

They’re in the car. Tom’s dropping Jamie off at his apartment. Tom must have noticed that Jamie had been quiet and switched the topic to something a little more in his wheelhouse: football. They were talking about England and possible squads for the upcoming international break. Tom started talking about moving Kyle Walker into midfield and Jamie couldn’t take it. 

“That’s bollocks. Where is the one place on the field where we actually have players? Fucking midfield. Gareth’s drowning in defenders but not experienced ones. Playing Walker in midfield fucking undermines Henderson and leaves the young centrebacks overexposed.” Tom laughs for some reason. Jamie doesn’t find it funny.

“Well, you would certainly know.” This is what you want, he reminds himself again. Peace, calm, stability. This is happiness. But, fuck, Jamie missed Gary. He missed the challenge. He missed the little crease between Gary’s eyes. He missed Gary’s squeaky voice when he gets worked up. He missed fighting and bickering with Gary over things that didn’t matter. He missed screaming at Gary and Gary screaming back. He missed the really hot sex they’d have after such screaming matches, making Gary scream in a different, more satisfying way. He missed Gary’s laugh, his smile. It seemed to Jamie that neither of them have smiled much since that day. Jamie thought that smiling didn’t seem worth it if Gary wasn’t smiling back. 

Jamie checked his phone. It was nearing 1 am. He had a handful of messages from Kelly. Jamie didn’t want to read about how great she thought Tom was, he fucking knew that Tom was great. On paper, he was fucking perfect. The perfect boyfriend. The dream guy. Not for Jamie though. He dreamed of an angry, passionate, crazy, wonderful manc. He opened his messages anyways though, figuring Tom would want to hear what Kelly thought about him. 

Jamie. I know you’re on your date but we need to talk. Can you call me? It’s about Gaz. The first one read.

He’s at mine. Really upset. He said not to talk to you so I figure you know what’s going on. That sounded about right. Kelly caring more about Gary’s well being than Gary himself. Gary was too stubborn to care. 

Call me please. The last one read. Fuck. They’d made a mess of things. Not only had they made a mess of themselves, but they’d also dragged the others into it. 

“Can you pull into that park up there?” Jamie asked Tom. He nodded and turned down the radio, waiting for Jamie to say something more. He didn’t though. Not until he got out of the car and puked some partially digested salad in the grass. Tom came over to him and rested his palm on Jamie’s mid back. Gary used to pet his hair, carding his fingers through it, on those mornings after he’d had a little too much to drink. 

Jamie laid on his back in the middle of the parking lot. The rain soaked through his thin shirt in seconds. Tom looked down at him concerned. “I can’t do this, Tom. You’re so lovely. I mean you’re so fucking lovely but I just can’t—”

“I get it, James. You’re still in love with him.” The bastard still looked perfect even drenched with rain. Jamie guessed that he probably looked like a drowned rat. Jamie must have been giving him a confused look because he laughed and explained further. “I saw the way you used to look at him on the tele like he’s the fucking sun. I saw the way you looked at him tonight like being around him was tearing you apart. Besides, I’m pretty sure half the nation knew there was something going on there.” Jamie laughed at that. They had been pretty obvious. And not just Gary, apparently. Apparently, he was just as open of a book. He needed to call Kelly. 

She picked up after three rings. “Hi Carra,” she whispered, “needed to get out of the living room, Gaz’s sleeping on my couch.”

“Is he okay?” Jamie asked, not really wanting to hear the answer. 

“He’s a wreck, Jamie. He misses you.” I miss him too, Jamie didn’t say, so much. 

“Can I come round?” Jamie asked. Kelly said yes so long as Jamie can get Gary the hell out of her living room and gave Carra her address. 

Thankfully, Kelly’s place was nearby, about a mile away. Jamie didn’t know where he got the energy considering he was dead on his feet a few minutes before, but he ran there as fast as he possibly could. His water-filled shoes squished loudly with every step. He got there in seven minutes and was panting heavily when he knocked on the door. Kelly let him in wordlessly. 

Gary was still sleeping on the couch when he walked into the living room. Kelly gave him a nod and walked into the kitchen. Jamie kneeled next to Gary and cupped his cheek with his palm. Jamie hadn’t realized how much he’d missed that simple feeling. Gary’s forehead was still crinkled in his sleep. His eyes were dark like he hadn’t slept much. Jamie hadn’t either. It was hard to sleep alone, without Gary’s comforting weight on his chest. Jamie took Gary’s hand from where it was tucked under his chin and intertwined their fingers. The weight of Gary’s hand in his set relief running through Jamie’s body. Gary started to stir at that. 

“James?” Jamie smiles at that. His stupid name sounds beautiful coming from Gary’s mouth. His eyes weren’t even open yet and Gary already knows it’s him. “What are you doing here?” He opened his eyes slightly but upon seeing Jamie they were wide open. Gary’s eyes were red and bloodshot. Jamie just wanted to yank him into his arms and hug him forever. 

“What are you doing here, you muppet? Bothering Kelly at 2 am?” Jamie said playfully. Gary flushed slightly. “Come on, Gaz. Let’s get you home.” He grabbed Gary’s hand to pull him up. Gary stumbled when he tried to take a step. Carra looked down at the empty beer bottles and figured that was why. He grabbed Gary’s arm and slung it over his shoulder. Gary’s head rested in the crook of Jamie’s neck, his soft breathing tickling at the skin there. 

“Kelly,” Jamie called softly into the kitchen, “we’re leaving.” She came out to stand in the doorway in her fluffy, pink bunny slippers that Jamie had somehow not noticed before. Jamie thought he should get Gary a pair. 

“Set an alarm,” she said, “he wakes up early. Don’t let him bolt.” Jamie figured Gary wouldn’t be racing out of his apartment at 5 am with the hangover he was sure to have but it was still a good idea. Gary was an unpredictable, stubborn bastard at times. Jamie thanked her and helped Gary down to his car. 

It was still pouring when they got out of the building because clearly the gods wanted Gary to either sober up or catch his death. Thankfully, in his upset Gary had forgotten to lock the car meaning Carra didn’t have to fumble around for his keys in the current weather. Except, that Gary wouldn’t get into the car. He sprawled his limbs over the door so Jamie couldn’t push him inside. 

“Gary, if you don’t get your arse in that car, I’m going to leave you out here to drown.” Obviously, he wasn’t serious but he figured that Gary might be drunk enough not to know that. Gary just smiled up fondly at him and stayed put. 

“I love you,” he said, looking like the most radiant, beautiful thing Jamie had ever seen in his life. His hair was a mess, stuck down to his forehead. His cheeks were bright red from a mix of alcohol and the cold. His eyes were still red but god they held all the love in the world. Jamie could see that somehow, after everything, Gary still loved him, truly loved him. After all the things he said, screamed, did, this man--this beautiful man--still loved Jamie every ounce as much as Jamie loved him. It didn’t matter what he should want, he wanted Gary and all of his adorable, infuriating flaws. His recipe to happiness was just that: his own. He didn’t need stability, calm, peace. He needed to feel something. 

Jamie cupped his face for the second time that night. He ran his thumb over Gary’s wet, stubbly cheeks. Jamie couldn’t help himself. He kissed Gary with all of the kisses they’d missed in the past two months. The two months of pain, loneliness, desolation. He kissed Gary with all of the love he had in his cold, wet body and Gary did the same. Gary moved slower than Jamie, less frantically but no less enthusiastically. Gary clutched at his jacket like a vice, unwilling to let go. Jamie moved his hands around Gary’s body. He wanted to make sure that everything was still as he remembered it. And it was. Of course, it was. He had Gary in his arms, it didn’t matter that the rain had picked up. Though, he was sure he’d hear about the soggy interior of Gary’s car in the morning. He pulled away reluctantly for breath and rested his forehead against Gary’s.

#carraville #jamie carragher #gary neville #thank you taylor for the inspiration #very loosely inspired by the way I loved you #my fic

[t-o-m-hollands]

Word count:  1631

Warnings:    Description of anxiety and panic attacks.

Themes:    Hurt/comfort.

A/N:    I needed to write something Tom, so this is just a short one shot. This is yet to be proof read.  

***

It starts with a nightmare. Gasping for air you sit up straight in bed, hands clutching your chest, as if holding your hands there will stop the feeling of your lungs collapsing. Your heart is racing painfully in your chest. Desperately you try to get a hold of yourself, as to not wake the sleeping form of your boyfriend, laying peacefully next to you in bed.

You throw off the duvet and hurry into the bedroom, locking the door behind yourself you lay down in the floor. The tiled floor feels cool against your overheated skin, and soon you feel your breathing slowing down. You count your breaths – in one two three four – hold one two three four five six seven – out one two three four five six seven eight – in –

“Babe, you alright?” Tom’s sleepy, but worried voice outside the bathroom door.

Fuck

“Yeah, I’m alright, be right out!” You respond, your voice just slightly higher pitched than normal.

Silent for a heartbeat, and then you hear him walking away again.

You inhale deeply, and then you force your lungs to collaborate on two more breathing exercises and you stare up into the ceiling and count all the tiles twice before you feel like you have the overwhelming feeling in your chest under control again.

Returning to the bedroom you don’t find Tom sound asleep, as you had expected, but sitting up leaned against the headboard, scrolling through his phone. When he sees you he carelessly throws the phone down on the nightstand, not even looking if it lands where it should. He keeps his worried eyes fixed on you.

“Sure you’re alright?” He asks, a frown on his face, and he stretches out his arm to pull you back into bed. You take his warm hand in yours and let him lead you into a position where you’re lying next to him, your head in the crook of his neck.

“’m fine” you mumble. When he doesn’t say anything, you look up at him and with more reassurance un your voice you continue. “Seriously Tom, I’m fine”.

He looks down at you, still not looking completely convinced. But he leans down to press the softest of kisses on your forehead before he turns you both around, so that he’s spooning you, his warm and safe body behind you, his strong arm around waist.

And the words “no one will ever find your sadness beautiful” echoes in her head.

Someone had once told you this. Someone had at one point told you this and the words would bubble to the surface of your thoughts during any moment were melancholy felt overpowering. No one will ever find your sadness beautiful. So, it was better to hold it in, smile, and say ‘no, thank you for asking, but there’s nothing wrong with me’.  Because no one loves a girl with baggage. This too you’d been reliably informed of.

So you inhale his familiar scent and you listen to how his breath grow deeper and you feel his arm around your waist holding you together and you think ‘no, no I won’t lose this just because I can’t keep it together’.

And eventually you too drift off to sleep.

***

It continues at a party.

It’s hard to say what exactly it is that sets you of. But one moment Tom’s secure body is next to you, arm slung casually over your shoulder as you’re sharing stories of childhood glories, and the next he sees some producer across the room that he needs to speak to, and he politely excuses himself, but leaves a kiss on your lips before he crosses the room.

And you walk up to the bar, and maybe it’s the amount of sweaty bodies pressed up against you as you try to cross the dancefloor. Or maybe it’s the loud music, beating so loudly you can feel it in your lungs. Or maybe it’s the crude comment made by the man at the bar.

But before you know it your searching for a way out, thanking your lucky star when you see the sign to the lady’s room. You hurry inside a booth and slam the door behind you. Gasping for air you sit down on the toilet, forcing yourself to concentrate on the door in front of you, noting every single detail of the scribbled messages left by previous occupants of this dirty bathroom stall.

It takes a while, but eventually the pressure over your chest lifts.

And so eventually you rise, skin clammy, body exhausted and limbs heavy, with hands that are still trembling, and you walk out to search for Tom. It doesn’t take you long to find him. He’s standing by the bar, looking around and even through this distance you can see that he’s frowning.

“There you are” he bursts out when you’re close enough to hear him over the pounding music. “Almost thought you left”. The relief of seeing you is clear on his face. He puts his arm around your chest and pull you into a hug, placing a kiss on your head. When he pulls away he takes a closer look at you.

“You alright?” he asks, worried again.

no one will ever find your sadness beautiful

“Yeah I’m fine” you respond and look up at him.

He doesn’t look entirely convinced, but he tells you that it’s time to leave and then he leads you out. In the car you force yourself to happily chat about this and that, the songs on the radio, the conversation with the producer, your plans this weekend. You pray it comes off as carefree. In his usually cheerful way Tom chats back, but every once in a while, you can feel him looking at you, that frown still on his face.

***

It spirals in a hotel room

You’re somewhere in Atlanta, visiting him while he’s shooting pick-ups. Having spent the morning with him on set you’d returned to the hotel room for some much needed sleep, having stayed up with Tom for most of the night. So, when you head against the pillow it doesn’t take you long to drift off to sleep.

You wake with a startle, breaths coming out in shallow gasps and skin clammy. Your hands feel numb, and the room seems to be spinning around you.

And then the door opens and Tom steps in.

He takes one look at you before he rushes over, jumps onto bed to be in front of you, but keeping his distance still, his hands in front of him, as if asking for permission to touch. “Can I, I mean is it, do you want me to hold you?” he asks flustered.

You nod, feeling too breathless to speak. And so, he moves closer and pulls you in against his hard, warm and above all safe chest. His arms are wrapped around your waist and his head in the crook of your neck and you feel safer. Like he’s physically holding you together.

“I’ve got you, I’ve got you” his low and calm voice reassures you in your ear. “in – one two three four– hold one two three four five six seven – out one two three four five six seven eight”

And he counts, and you focus on your breathing until eventually the world seem to stop spinning, and your breathing come easy. For a while the whole world goes quiet. Then he guides you both to lying position and you turn so that you face him.  His hand cups your face, and gently his thumb strokes your cheek.

“They happen often?” he asks, voice not louder than a whisper.

“No” you mumble as you lean your face against his hand. “Just sometimes”.

“Like that time in the club?”

His warm brown eyes observing your face.

“It was not-“

“Don’t say it was nothing” he warns, voice sterner now. “If you’re in pain or suffering that’s not nothing”.

“It’s just –“ you begin, looking away from him. But you don’t know what else to say, don’t know how to explain it to him. And you’re worried that he’s sweet and gentle now because he’s being kind but in a few days’ time he’ll realise how much easier he could have it and he’ll break this off.

“It’s just no one loves a girl with baggage”.

He looks taken aback for a second, and you realise he didn’t expect to hear that. Then he frowns. “What?” he asks, half confused, half aggravated.

“I – it’s just – there’s so much baggage with me. I’m not easy loving me, you could have it so much easier and I come with so much history and –“

But he leans in and presses his lips to your forehead. When he pulls back he wipes away the tear falling from your eye with the hand still cupped around your cheek.

“I’ll carry your baggage for you, alright? Because I love you, and that’s the end to that”.

You spend the rest of the night, you wearing his shirt and him in his hoodie, cuddled up next to each other in bed, watching rubbish TV. You laugh and talk, and everything feels easier. Later he orders pizza, and after he kisses the corner of your mouth where you managed to get some tomato sauce.

Before you fall asleep that night, as he holds you in bed, you hear his raspy voice behind you.

“Please don’t hide when you’re feeling bad, yeah? I love you, and I want to help”.

“Promise” you answer, and you swear you feel him smiling against your shoulder as he kisses it.

“And you love me too?” he asks, teasingly.

You giggle, “yes, I love you too”.  

“Goodnight then, love” he mumbles, sounding tired now

“Night Tom”.

***

A/N – look, I know most (I think?) people don’t like being touched when they’re having a panic attack, but it’s the thing that works best for me to calm me down (only if its someone I know and love though, of course).  But I realise that everyone doesn’t like that

#tom holland #tom holland headcanon #tom holland imagine #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland x reader #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x oc #tom holland x you #peter parker x you #peter parker x y/n

[cherryliqueurkinks]

˗ˏˋ betty smut ideas: canon-inspired edition ˎˊ˗

please note: there are many DUBCON/NONCON elements in the list below! proceed with caution if you are sensitive to those kinks or similarly hard kinks.

A little while ago, I did a Betty-centric exchange with @kagszzy and @riverdaledreaming where we took a canon subplot or scene and put a smutty spin on it! I shared a list of ideas with them that I’ve been adding to throughout the seasons and I realized I should’ve shared this with everyone else a long time ago, because it’s not as if I could possible get to everything on here! So if you’re a Betty-lover like us and need some kinky ideas to play with, I hope these inspire some new smut! 

season one

the game of spin-the-bottle at Cheryl’s party is a kinky one and the bottle lands on Betty instead of Veronica

Betty and Cheryl hang out in Betty’s room and Betty asks Cheryl to teach her how to be good with guys

Betty actually wants to be a bad girl when she approaches Chuck and they fuck (or, alternatively, he knows Betty is trying to play him and drugs her instead)

Betty gets carried away in her “Dark Betty” persona with Chuck and they end up fucking in the hot tub

Betty fucks one of the workers or guards at The Sisters of Quiet Mercy to let her see Polly without alerting Alice as instructed (maybe as a one-time deal or as a regular thing for Betty to continue to see Polly)

Betty asks FP to use his Serpent connections to find a safe place for Polly to stay escaping from The Sisters of Quiet Mercy, and her fucks Betty as form of “payment” for his help

Betty goes to the trailer alone to ask FP about Jason’s death and FP fucks her in exchange for answer (or alternatively, as “punishment” for being nosy or as a way to distract her from continuing to interrogate him)

Betty convinces FP to help her with Jughead’s birthday party

FP “comforts” Betty after her fight with Jughead at his birthday party

Betty goes to the trailer after Jughead ran off from homecoming to talk to him but finds FP there instead (maybe he takes advantage of her being distraught about Jughead, or alternatively, of her being angry that Jughead ran off)

season two

Betty agrees to be in someone’s service in exchange for their help in saving Pop’s from closing after Fred’s shooting (maybe an original character, or she meets Hiram Lodge before she knows he’s Veronica’s father)

Betty bribes the Greendale police to learn details on Ms. Grundy’s death to see if her shooter could also be Fred’s shooter

Betty catches one of the drug deals discreetly being run by the Serpents during Retro Night at Pop’s and confronts them

The Black Hood visits Betty in person rather than calls her and says that he’ll stop killing as long as she keeps fucking him (maybe he also makes her wear sex toys to control her during the day)

The Black Hood kidnaps Betty when he lures her to the isolated house near Fox Forest to put on his mask

Archie and Jughead aren’t in the Ghoulies den when Veronica and Betty sneak in and the Ghoulies have their fun with them

Betty joins Veronica when she sleeps over at Kevin’s house and is the one caught snooping by Sheriff Keller

Sheriff Keller catches Betty sneaking into his home and searching his office and decides to punish her himself rather than calling her parents

Sheriff Keller catches Betty and Veronica following him to the Shady Palm Motel and they learn that his secret is far more perverse than simply having an affair

Betty visits FP at the trailer after his release from prison to check on him and it leads to him fucking her for hours to release his sexual frustration

Betty convinces Toni to let her practice her Serpent Dance before FP’s party and some Serpents are at the bar to watch (maybe even also FP)

Betty stays at FP’s party after Jughead breaks up with her and the Serpents decide to “cheer her up” now that she’s officially one of them

Betty goes to Pickens Park alone instead of with Archie and The Black Hood fucks her (or alternatively, he makes Archie watch as punishment to “cleanse him of his sins” instead of being killed)

One of the clients at Chic’s hostel mistakes her as another “fantasy fulfiller” and drags her into one of the rooms to have his way with her

Betty becomes a camgirl

Hiram fucks Betty in revenge for letting Jughead publish an article shaming him in The Blue and Gold (or as a “warning” for her not to let it happen again)

Tall Boy kidnaps Betty and videos him fucking her as blackmail to drive Jughead and FP out of the Serpents so he could be in charge

Betty fucks Hiram in exchange for him buying the trailer park to prevent the Southside from getting evicted

FP secretly fucks Betty when she’s living at the trailer to avoid Chic (maybe he offers it as “distraction” from her troubles at home, or maybe she wants to “thank” him for letting her stay there)

Betty tries to convince Sweet Pea and Fangs to trust her so Jughead gets the Serpent vote for student body president

season three

Fred wants to give Betty an extra special thank you for giving up her summer to help Mary prepare for Archie’s trial (or alternatively, as a thank you for her fulfilling her promise to Archie to keep Fred company after Archie goes to juvie)

Dr. Glass decides to try some radical methods on Betty during their therapy sessions to get her to open up (or Dr. Glass can be substituted by Fred or FP being asked by Alice to help Betty deal with her trauma)

Jughead asks Sweet Pea (or Fangs, or both of them) to “distract” Betty from their mission to rescue Hot Dog from the Ghoulies

Tom Keller figures out that Betty is investigating Gryphons & Gargoyles and takes matters into his own to convince Betty to stop

Betty is tasked with distracting the guards when the gang breaks Archie out of juvie

Sheriff Minetta takes drastic measures during his interrogation with Betty to get her to admit that she helped break Archie out of juvie

Hiram agrees to help Betty escape The Sisters of Quiet Mercy in exchange for being in his care instead

Hiram takes advantage of Betty while she’s high off of fizzle rocks at The Sisters of Quiet Mercy

Fangs (maybe with Sweet Pea and other Serpents) take their anger over Jughead’s “no crime” ruling out on Betty (or alternatively, they corner Betty without Jughead knowing and force her to convince him to change his mind)

Hiram takes advantage of Betty feeling angry and helpless after Alice “donates” all of Betty’s money to The Farm and he offers to provide for her in exchange for her service

Betty tries to see Hal in prison so he can prove that Alice forged his signature but the only way she can see him is through a conjugal visit

Betty takes the Jones’s offer for Betty to still live with them after they buy the house from Alice and FP takes advantage of the new arrangement

or alternatively, Hiram takes advantage of the fact that Betty is staying with them after Alice sells the house

Betty gives FP an extra special present for his 50th birthday party after everyone else has left

Edgar takes drastic measures to convince Betty to join The Farm

Betty asks Hiram to honor Hal’s request to be transferred to his prison and Hiram agrees to do it in exchange for “a favor”

season four

Betty and Charles are a lot closer than they let Jughead believe considering how much time they spend alone in the FBI office together

Betty helps out at the car wash to fundraise the gym renovations and one of the customers gets handsy with her while everyone else is on a break

FP and Betty find themselves alone together in their house more often than not and they take advantage of it (maybe Charles is also involved because Betty is trying to make a connection with her half-brother)

Charles wants to comfort Betty after being terrorized with prank phone calls by Polly on Halloween and they get carried away

Charles takes advantage of Betty’s vulnerability over having the serial killer gene and offers to help her control her darkness

Jughead is distracted with writing for a few hours during Betty’s visit to Stonewall and Bret takes advantage of it (maybe with Donna)

Betty tries to seduce and drug Bret like she did Chuck to get Bret to admit to Stonewall jumping Munroe

Betty is kidnapped by the Quill and Skull as part of an initiation or hazing ritual for Jughead as a new member

Mr. Honey is skeptical about Betty wanting to participate in the quiz show so Betty goes to extreme lengths to get his approval (or alternatively, Mr. Honey punishes Betty for cheating on the quiz show)

FP questions Betty alone about having Jughead’s phone after he’s gone missing and decides to try another means to get the truth out of her

Sweet Pea is the one hooking up with Betty in the bunker when Donna follows Betty into the forest and she stays to get proof that they’re only faking (or alternatively, it’s Reggie)

#prompt #prompt list #betty cooper smut #riverdale smut

[iraniq]

Birthdays be like...

# Thomas Andrew Felton:

/the scene happens in England/

- you woke up early to prepare breakfast

- barely slept the night from excitement

- half way through someome kissed your ear

- "woke up 2h ago to walk Willow, saw all, but thanks for trying"

- "go away, it's a surprise"

- "let me help in then, love!"

- "you can't help in your birthday surprise"

- "watch me"

- ends up helping in his birthday surprise.

- you singing 'ophelia'song to him, incapable to replace it with Tom and still spunds good

- he made thousand videos and pics of you stumbling with the song

- no pancake hit the floor!

- still officially forbidden of giving Willow secret not dog food

- talking about Willow, she came fast when she heard voices

- ending up making dog friendly pancake

- flipping it right on her face /was already cooled/

- Tom got it all on video

- "look now, oh hi Willow, catch"

- "did you just flipped the pancake to fall on her face?"

- before you can say yes, there was no physical memory of the pancake

- watching cartoons on the couch

- "looks like someone is sleepy"

- "nooooo"

- "well if you hadn't stayed till 2 in the morning last night..."

- "was excited for your birthday"

- "and you said it like thousand times"

- "i am excited for birthdays, and yours is a special one"

- forhead kissed

- he muttes something that endes with 'love', but tight hugs and stroking hair, is one way ticket to dreamland

- bonus: Willow is a warm pillow on your lap

- afternoon long walks

- laughter

- singing on the streets

- silly pics

- pillow fight at home

- Willow stole yet another one

- "Willow's pillow fortress is getying bigger"

- "because you can't say no to your child, and instead taking them from her, you keep on buying new ones"

- fancy, low key filthy sexy looking dress for dinner

- a comedy movie no one watched...

- ... because pillow war revange

- and somewome had to keep an eye on popcorn

- food thief detected

- sloberly kisses and yet another pillow missing

- "just jump in the pool with the dress, love"

- drying hairs in the midle of the night

- matching pajamas

- Willow at board

- "your child just stole my sock"

- "she is your child now too..." - halj asleep deep british voice

- "ok, then, our child, just stole my sock"

- more forhead kissed and love mumbles

- snuggles

- "will meet you im dreamland"

# Erich Blunt:

*Ok we have all seen the tik tok - "take your clothes off" and how the girl spits her drink, and we all reacted like that*

- after midnifgt visit at the big house

- you have a special 'multipass' key card

- wake him up at 12:02 with *coughs* love

- everywhere

- i mean everywhere

- possible

- in the house

- then maybe at 5 o'clock in the company

- the boss chair, that's unfortunately a super normal one, because he refused to have fancy cabibet

- in the virtual relity room

- junk food at the sunrise on a super random place

- naps in the big, too fancy for naps, bed

- mid afternoon flight to a dessert rave party

- yes... plain checked

- matching outfits at the party

- the looks he gives you

- yes... at some random spots in the crowd

- his poker face is out of this world

- stargazing and hand holding

- tents at feativals are not soun proof...

- both umable to human the next day, dozzing off in the plane

# Julian Albert Desmond:

- a workoholic, scientist, perfectionist... with a metahuman bad experience inside his head... He could tell by the air in the room, something was off...

- a surprise was way beyond imaginable

- imagine everybody's faces when you casualy dropped at the station, introducing yourself

- "she is a spy" - Cisco said

- "Julian mentioned he had a girldriend...but i thought it was just for the excuse" - Barry said

- "nope, alive and in the flesh"

- you announced his upcoming birthday in a week and asked for help

- they were all instantly in

- same day, Barry got 'late'

- the captain gave them a case in the far abandoned aide of town, Caitlin was in the car with him, non stop talking, how Ciaco and HR are unbarable. Iris and Barry...

- he wasn't paying attention at this point

- the building looked suapicious

- they entered, only to see the whole Team Flash, including Dr. Wells and Jessie, holding a cake, with this so familiar red sugar you have been buying lately

- he knew your surprise will pop up eventually

- you knew he was late after work, no more metahumans hate, but you nevwr poked the subject

- "no one told her" - Barry reasured

- "she is overworking today, and instructed us, quoting 'get his ass the cake, or i will end you!', she is scary for a librarian" - Iris noted

- "she certanly is"

- all laugh

- "candles blowing in abandoned and possibly dangeroys area, great"

- all laughing again

- *insert Julian's sarcastic remarcs*

- "people skills, Julian"

- A fot Ain't even trying at this point

- afterwork party at the park

- Julian being soft

- Caitlin being low key jealous

- romantic dances under the stars

- you wearing a long mid transparent nightgown and his "explorer hat"

- *insert adult content here*

# Logan Maine:

*AU where they woke up the passangers a week before artiving at Thea, notjing hit the ship*

/haven't yet finished the tv series, so some info might not be true/

- after Mia, Logan didn't plan on having friends, or being close to someone

- not that he planned to befrend Mia...

- aftee several days of you being sweet carring and maybe a bit rude, and an epileptic episode later, he was tolerating you

- maybe more than toleraring, but he wasn't gonna admit it

- he was astonishing cook to start with

- you tried making cake, when you found out

- failed!

- but the unhealthy ammount of chocolate syrop on it, fixed it

- him dipping fries in the chocilate...

- *Logan what?!*

- walking around the 'garden'

- him pushing you towards the spraying water

- trying to name the plants only to end up with: "if it's not weed..." - he laughed

- "you are failing at being horrible"

- "trying to be, but that smile of yours isn't helping"

- marker writing on the station windows, connecting stars in odd shapes

- sneaking on others

- "is Baum a perv, or just a perv"

- "Shun and Lana are totally a thing"

- low key stealing extra pills for his epilepsy

- who'll suspect the cool sweet kid's teacher

- stealing food from your supervisor's cabim, after you went asking her, what Logan liked, so you can make a romantic dinner

- she didn't gave you much info, but the odd plastic half liquid sweets you stole definwtly tasted good

- "the A woman stealing? Your crush on me is ruining your good name"

- "maybe i am tired of a good name"

- "don't tell me you go to another planet to be a criminal"

- "lools like i might have the best teacher"

- "only om small crimes, like stealing a pretty girl's heart"

- his odd winks

- that smirk

- kisses in the dark

- he "found" some extra blankets

- 2 burritos on a way after midnight open space gazing

- Shun may have cought you drawing the odd funny shapes, but told no one - you were holding hands, giggling drawing one ovee another, was way too cute to tell on

# Draco Lucius Malfoy:

/Around 6th-ish year maybe.../

- how you pick a present for someone who has everything, literally everuthing

- bargins with Pansy for info

- Theo gives it all free

- Blaize asked for unknown favor

- no one actually gave you smth to work with

- Draco was bitter

- even the good fight with Potter didn't lift his spirit

- nor the -10 points

- you even owled Narcisaa, but nothing

- difficult problems require simple solution

- his favourire clothes of yours

- your Gucci pefulme on his scarf

- this beyond ordenary way you bite off from his green apple

- the thing with the shy eyes and devil smile you love pulling on him

- touching his hair

- scratching his hands with your long nails gives him the good chills

- changing in that gorgeous emerald green dress he bought you for the Christmas ball

- pinky hand holding

- getting cold, so he can give you his coat

- him and his long coat

- messy pearl hair

- stolen kissed under his tree

- brushing your nose in his cheek

- teasing each other

- in your own bubble in aftwenoon class

- again -10 points... each

- professor Lupin felt the pain of ceperating the lovely sight you were, so he can continue his lesson

- party at the boy's bedroom

- eating the cake his mom send you, instead of dinner

- whole friends group having pure childish fun, sharing silly stories

- levitating around in pretend swim manner

- cake

- *coughs* wine *cougs*

- late night walk to the astronomy tower

- him showing you the stars

- the Dragon again, because you can never place it right

- him knowing you pretend not to know, so he can have an excuse to give you silly shoulder kisses

- you tip toeing to reach him

- passionate kisses under the stars

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@diyunho @lovermrjokerr @darthjokerisyourfather @littlebeautifly

Whoever enjoys it as well 😛

#birthday story #tom felton #thomas andrew felton #erich blunt #murder in the first #julian albert #julian albert desmond #the flash #logan mine #origin 2018 #draco malfoy #draco lucius malfoy #harry potter

[dreamnorn]

Feline Any Better? | Chapter 7 Summary

Hello, all. This is a summary post intended to go with Feline Any Better? Chapter 7: "Three Shades of Karma." The chapter has the following content warning:

CW: Explicit depiction of extended pre-anxiety attack symptoms, explicit depiction of domestic abuse (verbal, emotional, physical, and gaslighting), implied child abuse, and extended / visceral sequences of self-hatred.

...So this post is intended for people who do not wish to read explicit and extended depictions of this content, but would still like to keep up with my story. It is a thorough summary to provide context for future chapters. Details are under the readmore. Thank you.

Section 1:

At the dorm, Phoenix is distraught to find that Sir is gone. This opens the gates to him beating himself up. While he recognizes that he had altruistic reasons for wanting to help, he emphasizes what he deems as selfish: specifically, how he was "dying to know if he could make a real difference... to help someone in need when it often felt like he couldn't save himself." This wish extends to Miles, too, and Phoenix wonders if he'd ever be able to offer him solace past his suffering.

His intrusive thoughts only make things worse. They take on Dahlia's voice and refer to his desire to rekindle his friendship with Miles as pathetic. They then suggest Sir thought Phoenix was worthless and that's why both he, and Miles, left Phoenix. Teary and numb, Phoenix clutches to what little faith he can -- not in himself, but in Miles. With that, he finishes packing, leaves the dorm, and closes the window.

Section 2:

Gumshoe picks up Edgeworth from Ivy University, who tells him to not comment about his (coffee-stained) coat. As Edgeworth enters, the detective calls him "pal" and Edgeworth insists that Gumshoe refer to him as "Mr. Edgeworth" moving forward. Despite Gumshoe's upbeat demeanor, Edgeworth appreciates the help, and the fact that he won't really push for small talk.

The smell of Gumshoe's coffee sends Edgeworth onto an inner rant / monolog about Wright. He reflects on how their encounter had been stressful to navigate; after all, Wright could have left him breathless from the intensity of his gaze alone, and he maintained a presence of heart and mind to offer Edgeworth napkins despite being downcast. Wright's compassion shone through -- especially when coupled with "obvious flirting" -- and Edgeworth is stunned. The rant intensifies because Edgeworth isn't sure what to make when Wright would "shoot his shot as a joke." But it's not like Edgeworth cares, he tells himself (while, without a doubt, caring immensely).

Edgeworth is cut off when Gumshoe asks him if he's okay. Hoping to steer the conversation and his thoughts to something distracting, Edgeworth asks Gumshoe to follow up about his flowers, which was evidently what the detective had been talking about while Edgeworth was lost in thought. Gumshoe brings up a "beefy orange tom" of a neighborhood cat that uses his planter as a litterbox, but this spikes Edgeworth's anxiety, reminding him of his masquerade as a cat. After Edgeworth's failed attempt to steer the conversation back to flowers, Gumshoe tells him about how basil and mint can mimic catnip and Edgeworth gives up, trying to zone out.

As they approach the Prosecutor's Office, Gumshoe asks Edgeworth about the hoodie, noting several reasons why it seems like an odd item for Edgeworth to have. Receiving a glare, he admits it's none of his business, and Edgeworth agrees. When Gumshoe tries to bid his "pal" goodbye, Edgeworth sharply insists that it's "Mr. Edgeworth."

While Edgeworth approaches the building, his conscience yells at him to say a proper goodbye and not leave things off on such a sour note. It takes a lot of willpower, but he turns about to do so. By then, however, it's too late; Gumshoe has driven off. Edgeworth's chest hurts, but he keeps telling himself how "this doesn't matter."

Section 3:

Edgeworth pauses to take a break halfway up the stairs to his 12th-floor office, enjoying the perks of exercise and especially the privacy. Nonetheless, he dislikes how it's ever-strenuous despite going up and down twice a day. A thought in his voice asks "You know what would make this easier?" and Edgeworth becomes extra aware of the cat mask in his pocket. He considers the benefits of being a cat to climb the stairs, citing the lack of cameras and his feline fitness, but ultimately decides that he's not lazy and the risks aren't worth it.

And, of course, he reminds himself how he doesn't want to be a cat ever again.

Section 4:

Before Edgeworth can fully settle back into his office, Franziska barges in, demanding to know where he disappeared to. Edgeworth feels somewhat prepared, as he had thought of this in advance, and spins a short tale with partial, arranged truths to lie as convincingly as he can. He nonetheless feels guilty about it.

Franziska's hands shake, which causes Edgeworth some alarm. She tries to pick the story apart before he can probe what's wrong, asking how he had "such piss-poor reception in a college library that [he] did not receive any of [her] texts." Edgeworth is as perplexed as she is, as he didn't get any even when entering an area with better reception, and he shows her his phone as proof. (It occurs to him that whatever he had on him must have vanished when he transformed.) Franziska tries to rebuke Edgeworth's spoken claim, but can't, and is clearly deeply upset.

When Edgeworth tries to ask what's wrong, Franziska snaps with how she wasn't worried and tries to withdraw, visibly tearful by this point. Edgeworth attempts to approach her, but she smacks her riding crop against his desk and asks him if he had any idea what he left her with, implying she experienced abuse from von Karma. Edgeworth catches the implication and panics, trying to speak, but Franziska cuts him off. She calls Edgeworth out for disappearing and his "bullshit answers," asking a series of questions that Edgeworth has no convincing way to respond to. He doesn't have to answer, though; Franziska admits that she can't find what part of his story was a lie and tells him to never vanish like that again.

Edgeworth is now feeling the onset of pre-anxiety attack symptoms and hates it. He believes he deserves every ounce of ire he's receiving and to be lucid for it, despite the circumstances he had faced.

Franziska, calming somewhat, suggests that von Karma will tear into Edgeworth much worse and requests that Edgeworth at least text her before he goes out for a significant period of time. He grasps the words to agree and forces a small smile, refusing to melt down in front of her. Franziska takes her leave not long after. Once she's gone, Edgeworth grabs Wright's hoodie and screams into it.

Section 5:

The buildup of an anxiety attack can last over many hours, and this is one of them. It leaves Edgeworth unable to focus on work as well, and he beats himself up for only being able to do his bare minimum; he had hoped he could do more to stave off disaster when interacting with von Karma.

Now that lunch is ended, and he failed to make his usual stop on the stairs, Edgeworth sits to rest for a moment on his office couch. A thought in his voice suggests it's comfortable but not comforting. He tries to close his eyes and concentrate on his breathing, but his brain latches onto Wright as a source of comfort. He thinks about him, easing just a bit, but comes to when he realizes that he's holding and hugging Wright's hoodie. Without any idea how and when it got in his hands, Edgeworth grows tense again and shoves it away. Resolving to never tell Wright about this, he goes back to work and ignores the shadow at the corner of his eye.

Section 6:

Edgeworth still hasn't let his anxiety attack run its course. It's been hours now and he feels acutely exhausted in both mind and body. This lingers even after carpooling with von Karma, who is quiet on the way back to the manor.

Once there, von Karma shoos Franziska away. He has no patience for Edgeworth's mental state, asserting that Edgeworth is incompetent before asking where he went. Edgeworth is struggling to speak, but lies and tells him he was reading The Great Ace Attorney Chronicles at the Ivy University library. This infuriates von Karma, as he's aware it's about a defense attorney, and demands to know what Edgeworth was aiming for by reading "such insipid literature."

Edgeworth saying he was interested in the historical jurist system does not appease von Karma. Instead, von Karma goes off about how Edgeworth is always focusing on the wrong things, hasn't retained any of his teachings, and is too immature to make smart decisions. He then suggests he wasted his time raising Edgeworth, attempting to guilt him by stating that no one else would have wanted him, helped him, or even looked at him. However, Edgeworth, in spite of everything, realizes that's wrong, and that "someone else would have helped [him] if he could." It implies that he's thinking of Wright.

Before he can stop himself, Edgeworth lets slip that von Karma is wrong. A sharp moment passes and von Karma slaps Edgeworth, telling him to consider that a warning and that he will "not be so generous" next time Edgeworth talks back or leaves without telling anyone. When Edgeworth doesn't speak, von Karma digs deep into gaslighting him, and Edgeworth plummets further into an anxious and self-loathing spiral. He hates how von Karma is treating him, but feels as if he shouldn't -- he's guilty about it and finds his loathing pathetic, and that maybe von Karma is right in that something is wrong with him.

That notion is only reinforced when he lets himself acknowledge just how much he wants to see Phoenix.

Section 7:

Edgeworth makes a decision.

Section 8:

A while later, Edgeworth parks his car. He texted his sister before leaving, saying that he has further business to attend to and he may be out overnight again -- and that his phone will be off and he'll check on her texts later. He almost tells her to take care, but doesn't.

Turning off his phone and placing it in his glove compartment, he then locks his car. It's revealed he dropped off his coffee-stained coat and Wright's hoodie at the dry cleaners before arriving across from Ivy University campus. Edgeworth repeats to himself how he's "only going to do this once," considering himself horrible and dishonest. He believes he cannot reveal "the real Miles Edgeworth" to Wright and so he can't go to him as a man, opting to at least "be as harmless as he could."

With that, he withdraws the mask, revealing he intends to see Wright as a cat. He could swear he hears a purr.

Section 9:

Phoenix, having given up on a halfhearted attempt at a law essay, is sketching a slightly anthro cat on an armchair who looks dignified, aristocratic, and disdainful. It brings him some passing joy, and he thinks about how Sir and Edgeworth have similar vibes. The thought leaves him wondering, though, if it's weird for him to compare the two. He then decides it's weirder just how much he cares for them both despite the perceived discrepancy in how long he's known them. It hurts, too, because Phoenix feels guilty that he can't just be happy at knowing he's going to see Miles soon -- that he also feels worried and wishes he could see Sir again.

His intrusive thoughts only make it worse, suggesting this is because of how Phoenix loves "quickly and with conviction." He shakes the image of Dahlia out of his head and fails to focus on nicer things. His brain torments him with horrible hypotheticals of Sir, including if he's still a cat, if there's no way for him to transform back, or if he got run over by a car and may never be found. They get so bad that Phoenix hyperventilates and rushes to the bathroom to splash cold water in his face and calm himself before he experiences dry heaves.

A few minutes later, he's calmed down, but hears tapping from the bedroom. He peers out, and after a moment and some more taps, he realizes Sir is at the window. Sir's body language is noticeably down, and though Phoenix is relieved to see him alive and safe, he gets a gut feeling that something is wrong.

Upon opening the window, Phoenix asks if something is the matter. Sir stumbles onto his lap, quivering and yowling in apparent despair. Heart rending, Phoenix shuts the window, pulls Sir up into a hug, and pets him. Phoenix does his best to hush and soothe Sir, telling him he's not sure what happened or why he came back, but that he's here for him.

Though Phoenix worries he may not be of any "real help," his efforts seem to ease Sir into tiny, staggered purrs. Phoenix is left to wonder that, if he can provide such comfort, maybe things will turn out all right.

#Feline Any Better #thus wrote Dreamnorn #this took eons #but I think this chapter warranted it

[tomdiddlyumptious]

YES MA’AM- REQUESTS ARENT OPEN AT THE MOMENT I HAVE SOME TO FINISH AND ILL OPEN THEM BACK UP!

Summary: he makes it up 🥸

Warnings: soft smut? Language, acting drunk to leave, a jealous Tom holland, NOT PROOF READ

A/n: SORRY THIS TOOK ME SOOO LONG, I WAS LIKE MENTALLY PANICING AND WASNT IN THE RIGHT HEAD SPACE

T.H| Oop-

“I mean am I sleeping over though? Because I didn’t get these chocolate cakes for no reason, zendaya” you eye your phone. “Yes we will have a marathon of Harry Potter” you let out a little ‘yes’ “stop cheering y/n, and Toms gonna be there” “as in...” “yes. Tom holland, impossible tom holland” “REEEEE” you and zendaya have been best friends for what felt like foreverrr, like dramatically long, you played as one of her love interests.

But you’ve had a crush on Tom holland for longer, you had him on your wall, just kidding. But everyone in your family, mostly your mom said “oh you like snow flakes?” “Interracialllllll” “alright give me my privileged babies soon” “damn I kinda took you for the Asian type” “yeah I thought you liked BTS” “UK accents is hella annoyin, find someone else” “would you stop hoggin the TV? I’m tryna watch American Top Model!” “Nah let’s watch basesketball-“ anyways, ya you have annoying, irritating family, oh well.

“You think he likes dark skinned type?” “He likes girls with aggressive tans I know that much” “that isn’t helpful” “hey I’m just being honest” she shrugged looking at you through the phone as she picked up her makeup brush. “So what are gonna do for your birthday?” “I-uhhhh probably clubbing?” “As in golf?” “No, party y/n” she glared at you as you chuckled.

“Please ask hunter when we are getting married” “y/n, I know you have an insane crush on her to but it’s just never gonna happen, she’s mine” you stuck out your tongue at her as she did the same chanting “she’s mine, she’s mine” “whatever I need to get ready” “bye papas” “bye mamas” you hung up, instantly going to your closet and pulling out the dresses you have, only to put them back and grab a two piece, it’s neon yellow, the pants are high waisted, no belt, the top stopping right below your boob, the straps at the end of your collar bone.

For accessories you put on some black dangle earrings and a black purse, a gold but matching watch, but you put on sandals, no high heels because the pants were covering your feet anyways, for your hair you put on your wet and wavy lace front, you added lip gloss to your lips, and they look like glass, in a good way of course, the fox eyeliner with thick parted eyelashes and a neon eyeshadow with it. You brushed your eyebrows up and boom your done.

You stepped back and went to your full body mirror, checking your butt and your boobs, smiling at yourself “you look fine” you sigh, grabbing your bag, phone, and keys.

You phone rung and you answered. “Yes z?” “Are you picking me up?” “Yeah sure babe, I’ll be there soon” “alright bye” she hung up. Luckily for you, you just got your 1966 mustang, vibrant white baby, everyone would wanna touch your car, you named him KAI, stands for kiss ass ight. The License plate saying “white ssn”. (I’m sorry but I really like these old kinds of cars, I fucking had to) you hoped in your car and drove to dayas home, you picked her and her brother up, just listening to old 2000’s and 1900s songs, either rapping or singing your asses off.

You guys were there pretty early but of course you were, it’s her birthday, she didn’t want to dance yet because of her makeup and you felt the same, leaving her brother smacking his lips and eyes glued to his phone.

Now everyone was starting to come, hunter, Jacob, alexia, Barbie, everyone, and most importantly, Thomas Stanley holland. No cap you bout dead as fuck, did I mention you run on Red Bull’s? Just kidding. You remained calm, hugging hunter and talking to her. “Hey” zendaya said, grabbing your hand and pulling you up, pulling you to Tom. “Hi Thomas, this is y/n” “the one and only?” He laughed, making you both giggle. “Yeah” she nodded, Tom got up, opening his arms and she pinched you, silently telling you to hug him. And you did, taking a breath you smelled him, he smelled really good, sexy and musky, like something you’d want to smell all day.

“You smell nice” Tom whispered. “Yeah you too” you smiled, pulling back from his hands as he nodded at you and sat back down, you looked and zendaya as she silently cheered, you walked back over to hunter and ordered something to drink. “So you and Tom?” She asked, you only rolled your eyes. “You know I’ve had a crush on him for years now but I don’t think I’ll be making any progress” you thanked the person as they handed you the cheerily temple. “Whattt? This is your chance to get drunk and confess your feelings, like wake up in the morning with him” you smacked your lips at her “girl I don’t know, and I wouldn’t want him to forget what happend” you shrugged. She put her hand on your shoulder making you look at her “take a shot, before zendaya pressures the fuck out of you both” she warns, making you sigh and throw yourself back in the seat.

“I know and that’s the problem, I don’t think-“ “you’ve had a crush in him for years y/n, you can make this a reality, you don’t have to dream anymore” zendaya whispered in your ear “I told you” hunter smiled. “Fuck stop smiling at me like that, you’re gonna make me fall in love all over again” you said making them both laugh. “Okay Cupid what’s your plan?” “Don’t worry bout it alright girl?” “Alright”

“Harrison fuck off it’ll happen when it happens” “well it seems like she’s bored, I’ll go entertain her” “don’t you fuckin dare haz, I’ll beat the shit out of you” instead of haz getting up Harry did, he walked over to you and sat down next to you, the lights and music booming as he took out his camera. “Hey” he smiled at you. “Hi, I’m-“ “y/n, yeah I know, I’m Toms brother, Harry” he held out his hand and you took it. “I thought you looked really beautiful- I was just wondering if you wanted to take a few pictures?” “Oh I’m not the picture type” “pleaseee?” He beggged, you giggled and nodded. “Alright” he took a few pictures of you as Tom stared at you.

“He’s tottaly gonna get instead of you” Harrison whispered in his ear, making Thomas slap his arm “shut up div, I’m just gonna wait here and I’ll see what happens” he told haz his game plan, no progress. Zendaya walked over “I know you like y/n, please hit on her, you both would look so good together, you’d bring me smoll Bebes-“ “Jesus zendaya we get it” Tom rolls his eyes as haz lets out distant chuckles.

“This is so awkward, he doesn’t like me and-“ you sighed. “Oh my god, you never give up so easily y/n, what’s wrong you’ve liked him since preteens” hunter asked in all seriousness. “Are you talking about Tom?” Harry asks, both of you looking at him and letting out a way to fast “no” leaving Harry in giggles. “Well I wish I could help you but I don’t know anything” he shrugs, you soon see Tom make his way over to you, standing infront of you. He clears his throat to say something big but only lets out an-

“Hey” you wave back at him, hunter silently cringing, feeling the tension able to cut it with a butter knife. “Your so fücked” Harry laughed, Tom glaring at him but smiling back at you. “Uhm, how’s your day?” “To be honest I’m having a bit of anxiety right know” you both laughed “me too, yeah” he nods his head. “Look you don’t have to really speak to me if you don’t want to” you laughed “I think we both know-“ “zendaya” you both said. Hunter looked at Harry, panicking for you as you remained calm. “Okay- yeah- thanks” he smiled, as you returned, he walked off.

“You fucked up” “well what was I supposed to do Harry? Suck his dick?-“ “it would’ve made some progress” “shut up hunter” “I feel awkward for you” “second hand emarrassment hunter” “well you knew what I meant Harry so we are all good” you looked at them both “I’m fucked” they just both agree with you. “I think I’m gonna go” “then I’m coming!” Hunter said. “How are you gonna leave zendaya?” You only picked up his beer can, winking at him and hunter ‘helped’ you out.

“Woah woah woah where are you two going?” Zendaya asked, the shit in her hand as she looked confused. “She’s drunk” “whattttt no I’m nottt” zendaya looked at you as your eyes were barely opened, taking your finger and pushing it against hunters lips dramatically. “Let me tell yaa E sevret” you whispered at zendaya, you came close to her ear, “I’m so naw dunk” “you drunk, get out of here, Tom will give me a ride” zendaya waved you both off, Harry soon running up “let me get your number at least, yeah?” “Sureeeee” you wink at him, he hands you a pen and you write your number, a nice happy face next to it.

“Let’s get you home, nice show you out on” you took your time, trying to look drunk as possible. “My whole life is madness! I can’t- he doesn’t like me I promise you” you say, pulling out of the parking lot, hunter right next to you. “He does, let’s bet on it” “how much?” “200” “shake on it?” She handed you her hand and you shook it. “SOMETIMES YOU LAUGH SOMETIMES YOU CRY I GUESS YOU KNOW NOWWW, I TOOK THE HALF AND SHE TOOK THE WHOLE THING SLOW DOWNN” you both sung together “BABY” you both both failed the note, laughing together as you rode both of you home.

“She left” zendaya shruged, “what why?” “Shes black out drunk” Tom put his eyebrows together, he was litterally with you like a couple minutes ago, sober as hell. “Yeah... alright” he nodded, Harry took out his phone and sent you a simple hey, which you returned under a minute later.

Everyone had a lot of fun, you and hunter ordering some random stuff off of Amazon and making the cake that you would both send to zendaya the next day, on the other side everyone danced and drank, they were sober enough to go eat at least. “Who are you texting?” Tom asked Harry. “Y/n, she’s showing me the things that she’s ordering or something like that, I wonder why she’s a Harry Potter addict” toms jaw slightly clenched, “can I see?” He asked, Harry looked at him, forgetting that you’re supposed to be ‘drunk’ “Nah mate, she’s drunk texting me though” “bulshit, give me the phone” Harry sighed as he gave tom the phone, scrolling through the text messages the messages were alive, not dead at all, no lols, laughing emojis, more ‘lmao’ ‘AKDIHDIHFRJRFN-‘ ‘I- what? Okay-‘ he couldn’t help but be jealous, he handed Harry back the phone.

“What’s wrong?” Harry asked, looking at Tom confused. “You know I like her” “it didn’t seem like it back there” Harry smirked. “Do you like her?” Tom asked, Harry only shook his head “all for you, just making conversation and trying to pull her closer” “whattt Harry got the digits and you didn’t?” Haz whispered, “fuck off”

“But this is like, really ugly” “that’s why it’s called an ugly Christmas sweater, y/n” you layer on her arm, looking at Kohl’s, “green for sure, red is just plain” “how about we get like onzies of animals or the incredibles” hunter looked at you “perfect, yeah” you nod ferociously.

You checked your phone and saw some messages, from you dad and you mom but also Harry, you were quick to answer them all, and as the night got old you had finished the cake.

“I don’t know mate do some research on her, watch her interviews” haz suggests as they were all home, Tom mentally panicking because Harry’s eyes was glued to his phone, he whipped out his computer and searched your name, ‘Y/N has a CRUSH on who?’ He bit his lip and clicked it

“Sooo, we know your the romantic type- so who were you in love with?” The interviewer said, you smiled and shook your head. “I’ve always had a crush on Evan peters, algee smith from let it shine, Keith powers, and of course Tom holland, I don’t know but just in all his movies he was the cutest thing” you giggled, putting a leg over the other. “That’s a lot of people” “hey, I only crush on one now, and yes it’s Tom holland” the girl raised her eyebrows at the camera “you make sure you hit her up” “please do” you wink at the camera, “now, you feel sexy most when?” “Probably when I take a shower and put on my silk robe” you shrugged.

“Silk? Sexy” Tom smiled to himself, imagining you in it, maybe a towel over your freshly washed hair, lingerie under, maybe a mustard yellow to match your skin, his eyes widened in shock as he felt uncomfterble in his pants, he looked down at his pants “fuck, not now!”

“Are you really crying?” Hunter asked. “No I’m having an emotional roller coaster” “so your feeling different emotions, your so bipolar” hunter laughs, “your not helping you know” she only shrugged at you, then the door was knocked on “I’ll go get it” “alright” you acted sleep, thinking that it was probably zendaya and... you were right. “Hey is she sleep?” She asked, hugging hunter. “yeah, but come in- she’s on the couch” hunter smiled, hearing zendayas foot steps and she giggled “she’s sober by now” she bent down, wiggling your ear and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Hiiiii” she waved at you, you only waved back, then she laid down next to you, her glasses on and in her sweatpants and a black t-shirt. “So you and Tom didn’t work huh?” She whispered and you only shook your head no, a tear fell down your cheek as she coed at you, wiping it away. “He’s stupid, he will come around one day yeah?” You nodded at her, “did you make the cake?” She asked and you nodded again. “Let me show you, come here” hunter said, she looked at you, you looked pretty lifeless at the moment honestly. Hunter and zendaya left and you checked your phone.

Ding

Your eyebrows furrowed at the anonymous message. You opened it and it said-

Hey it’s Tom, I was wondering if you’d like to get lunch yeah?

You texted him back-

As In... Tom holland orrrr...

Tom smiled at his phone

Yes y/n, Tom holland here, take it while you can

Cocky asshat

He laughed at your reply sending winking emojis,

Yeah lunch, I’ll see what I can do

Cya love

Bye luv

As time passed Tom looked at your work, your charity events, your women’s rights, your debates, your everything. He grew more interest then he already did, already wishing to work with you. “Hamburgers? What if she’s vegan, fuck” he only searched up what food you like, “burrito truck?” He could tell you weren’t like the other people with loaded of money, you were more of the cheap rich, not a bad thing but a very good one. “Sparkling water? That doesn’t really go with burritos, she doesn’t like cheese by it’s self or where you can taste it over anything, she sticks to the basics, god I need a pen and paper for this” “I got it, lover boy” Harry says, throwing it at him.

“Hey your the one who’s trying to take her away from me” “no that’s not true, I was trying to help you actually, her favorite color is (y/f/c) she likes nature or a big view of the city, beach sometimes, she actually wants a beach house” he shrugged, Tom smiled and thanked him, writing some things down

-nature, somewhere green for lunch

-quiet too, somewhere not to public

-sparkling water for sure, no burritos though

“Shit I don’t know, chicken or something!” Tom struggled.

-fruits, nuts, macoroons, nuts, wine

He smiled at the ugly written bullet points, “aha” he then took his phone, biting his lips as he tried to find the perfect place.

“He asked me to lunch last night” you smiled, hunter and zendaya looked at each other, mouths agape as they laughed. “Really? Oh my god y/n can I be the god mom?” “Oh I’ll be the god dad all the way!” Hunter added as you laughed and shook your head, you’ve been on a Harry Potter marathon all night, now your on a Star Wars one, so many tears fell of your face, you cried for draco, zendaya cried for George and Fred, hunter cheered on voldermort, which almost got her kicked out, how petty.

“What if it’s only lunch?” You asked, looking at hunter and zendaya. “I mean, yeah it is only lunch” hunter shrugged making zendaya slap her arm. “No it isn’t, you are probably gonna get laid and he’s gonna confess his love to youuu, then you both naked and kissing” “ew don’t make me imagine that” hunter shuddered, sticking out her tongue. “Welp we are staying here when you leave” “how do you know I won’t be back?” “Because I know things”

Tom spent his day visiting places, until he found the perfect one, green and the ocean? Best thing ever. It was pretty too, no plastic, no damage to the ground, the ocean is to be heard, perfect for you and Tom. He texted you to get ready, it was about 6, he bought everything he needed for it, put the ice cream in the cooler with ice in it.

“Alright, this one” hunter held up a dress, a small slit but it was a sweater dress, like for the fall or winter, it’s white with brown buttons that go down to the end of your stomach, the dress stops in the middle of your thighs. “Then wear some comfterble shoes please, we don’t want you to run your toes” zendaya said, pulling out some neon yellow huaraches. “That doesn’t match” hunter said, zendaya put the shoes back and pulled out some dark dark black ones.

You got dressed, comfterble for sure, zendaya flat ironed your hair while hunter did your makeup, “alright” zendaya and hunter admired their art, high giving each other before turning you to the mirror, “don’t worry it’s sweat resistant” hunter said, zendaya laughed as you rolled your eyes shaking your head. Then of course their was a knock on your door. “I’ll get it” zendaya said, you went to your room and grabbed your phone, noticing you have no pockets you held it. “Keep your hands off of my girlfriend, have fun though!” Zendaya said, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you came out and seen everyone smiling at you

“What happened?” You asked as everyone shook their head. “Nothing!” Hunter said smiling at you, Tom came up and gave you flowers, not roses but daises “you look lovely” he says, giving you a hug, chest to chest, pelvis to pelvis, not in a Percy way of course, just a very friendly and close hug. “Can you put these in a vase for me?” You say, handing the flowers to hunter as she only smiled and made her way to the kitchen. “Have fun, once again, we want her back by 10” “that’s only 4 hours zendaya” “we’ll make your way over there, it’s starting to become late” “alright mother, we’re out” you sarcastically say, leaving Tom laughing as he takes your hand and pulls you to his-

“El Camino!?” You said, practicly smiling a a child when they get ice cream. “Yep, I know how much you like old cars so why not get you one right?” He squeezed your hand. “Oh I could so kiss you right now!” “I wanna save it for later, let’s go” he smiled at you, he pulled you to your seat and opened the door for you, you sat down and he closed it, running to his side and getting in. “Your pretty fast” “shut up” he laughed and started the car, Kendrick Lamar playing in the background as you both rode in the city.

It was silent but comfterble, you slipped your phone in the cup holder, played footsie with yourself, and almost shook when he placed his hand on your thigh, you looked at him and he smiled at you “warm” he only said, paying attention to the road, rocking his hand back and forth.

“I love this, you gave me all the things I love tonight” you smiled. “You now at the birthday party I didn’t show that I liked you” he commented, laying in his stomach ontop of the very large blanket as you sat with your legs closed. “Yeah I don’t think you like me... I know if it’s weird and-“ “what no I like you! I do! I’m just stupid, like zendaya would say, so” you both giggled as he sat up and grabbed a grape vine, it has grapes on it by the way. “Lay down” he smiled, and you followed, laying down. “I’ve seen all the work you’ve done” he smiled, the radio in the band Toto playing, Africa currently playing. He leaned down the grape and feed it to you and you chuckled. “I really like how dedicated you are, how hard working you are, how nice you are, everything about you is beautiful” he complemented, the moon popping out for the ocean, the sounds of water slapping the rocks calming the both of you.

“Well thank you” you say, done with the grapes he fed you, he fed you some more. “I bought ice cream” “what kind?” “Uhmmmm, not vanilla, cookies and cream!” “Doesn’t that have vanilla in it?” You looked at him, he shrugged and put the grapes down and took the ice cream out of the freezer “I didn’t know you were such a 80s fan, what would you bring back?” He asked you. “Probably all the color, the music, I love mullets and shags I just love it all, how everything was in fashion, freedom and dumb teenagers and yelling old people, ya know?” “So your a very detailed person?” “Yeah, I don’t pay attention to the big picture that much if I’m being honest” ‘it never rains in Southern California, by tony’ playing, now the moon full on display, he grabbed two spoons and handed it to you, you both grabbed a scoop. “Let’s try something”

“Like what?” “Cross my arm with yours yeah?” You wrapped your arm around his, your spoon facing you “and 3” he said, taking the ice cream in his mouth as you followed, giggling “I like the flavor” you covered your mouth. “See! I knew what I was talking about, and doing!” He cheered, you both laid side by side and looked at the view, still eating the ice cream of course, until he put his lips on yours. “I really like you y/n, I hope-“ you put your lips on his, holding onto his cheek you smiled into it, he made his hand go down to hold onto your waist, the moon shining on both of you, he flipped both of you over so he was on top, you let out a quiet moan as he kissed your neck and slipped up you dress, taking off your panties, you trailed your hands down to the hem of his shirt and pulled it up, rubbing over his torso, moaning as he found your sweet spot, kissing it and sucking harsh circles on your neck, he sat up and helped you take of his shirt, unbuckling his pants and taking off the belt to where ever.

He unbuttoned your dress, taking out your breasts and sucking on one of them, you whimpered as he twisted the other, your hands making it to his hair and tugging a bit making him hum in satisfaction. He switched nipples and looked up at you, you head was thrown back, breathing heavy and he opened your legs, you bucked your hips up allowed him to pull your dress up and over your head, he ditched his pants, well not really, there still around his ankles and both of your shoes are off, how? I don’t know. He came up and you leaned on your arm while the other was on his cheek, your lips hovering his, he muttered a ‘ready’ you nodded and he bottomed out in you, both moaning at the sensation, he kissed you and rocked his hips, you moaned as his hands found your waist, holding onto his bicep for support. Soft moans shared “y/n, fuck your so tight” he whispered in your neck and you whimpered, clawing his arm as he went harder, still slow though,

“Tommy, I’m gonna-“ you swallowed, bucking your hips up and arching your back, he rubbed your hips and held on tighter to them. He groaned and started going fast, high pitched moans leaving your lips as he stopped going hard, “cum for me” he let one hip go and rubbed your pearl slowly. “God- mm” you bit your lip trapping the moans, your head tilting back as he used it to suck more hickies on you, claiming you as you just took it all in, your head slowly starting coming up, leaving cries as your arm circled his around his arm, your back arching more, connecting chests as you said his name like a prayer while you came “fuck fuck fuck” he moaned, so close, your walls to warm to leave. “You on the pill?” He choked out. You repeated ‘mhm’ and just like that he came inside you, your name left his mouth as he rode out both of your highs, breathing heavy as a new song played ‘ask of you’ by Raphael, you both chuckled as he pressed his forehead on yours.

“Would you be my-“ “I think you know the answer Thomas, this is my 12 dream right here” you giggled. He pulled out and rolled over next to you, taking his arm and wrapping it around your shoulders, pulling you into his chest “your moans are adorable, we have to have sex more often” you only laughed at him, coming up to kiss his neck on his sweet spot, his jawline under his ear, sucking hickies on his neck as he looked at the water that the moon is glistening on. You both cleaned up with his baby wipes and covered yourselves with the extra blanket he had, he poured you both a glass on wine too, just taking each other in and the perfect view.

On the other side zendaya and hunter were high giving each other, FaceTiming Harry and saying “we got em!” He smiled and cheered, lifting his beer with Harrison and taking a sip. They set it all up, how? Who knows.

#tom holland x reader #tom holland x black!reader #tom holland #tom holland fanfic #zendaya #tom holland fic #tom holland imagine #tom holland au #jb writes

[jmagnabo92]

How I Met Your Mother Thoughts Part 2

11. Robin left the group until Tracy died and then started coming around again.  Proof: In “Bad Crazy”, the time jumps are 4, 12, 14, 16, and 17 years.  4 is right after the divorce (2017) where she’s trying to stay connected due to Lily’s insistence.  Then the very next time jump is 2013 plus 12 = 2025, the year after Tracy dies.  She’s hanging around again because Ted’s available.  Of course he’s hurting, and not open to moving on (as he has a ten year old and eight year old to think about), so, it’s another two years.  Still not ready, two more years.  Then one year when he’s getting closer and closer to being ready, which is why she hangs out with them more and more.  

Also, further proof: Penny at five has no idea who Robin is.  She calls Robin “The bus lady”.  This is right before the deleted scene where Robin asks Ted if he wanted to continue with the forty deal (and Ted then decides it’s time to make Tracy his wife).  BUT in earlier episodes, and in general, he refers to her as “aunt Robin” and says she starred in their colored pictures.  Since they were 9 and 7 when Tracy died, it still makes sense that Robin would star in their pictures if she started coming around, again.  

Side note, Ted’s not the reason Jeanette is crazy, she was crazy before.

12. It was cruel of Robin and Barney to have Ted as their best man.  Especially, after he told her he loved her the year before.  It was even worse for Barney to ask him to be his best man, but then take it away without even talking to him.  The entire episode of “The Broken Code”, Barney was being unnecessarily cruel to Ted.  A) because Barney broke the code first, and B) because without breaking the code, the whole wedding wouldn’t happen.  Especially when it was Barney’s fault he wasn’t there for Robin, Robin fault that she called and she was grabbed his hand, not the other way around.  His hand is face down on his knee.  She reaches over and grabs it.

Side note, why the hell wasn’t James Barney’s best man?  Either from the beginning or when the “code” was broken.  James should’ve been his best man.  I’d be offended if I was James.  Especially when James/Tom relationship was part of why Barney was warming up to marriage in the first place.

13. Ted’s decision to move to Chicago was stated to happen in “Something New”, but I think it actually happened in “Romeward Bound”.  Why?  Because his best friends are moving to Italy for a year, and there’s that moment where Ted knowing Robin better than Barney, tells Barney that the whole “look don’t touch” thing is not okay with her.  As we know from her aversion to strip clubs and her reaction to Barney’s declaration that she’s okay with it the first time they dated, she is definitely not okay with it.  Even Lily says the same thing, but Barney was cold when he told Ted to back off.  This was the moment that Ted realized without being able to talk out his frustrations with Marshall and Lily, he’ll go crazy.  Just like the year before when he left the apartment because he needed a change, he needed to leave New York, no matter how much he loved it.  Seeing how quickly he changes gears to stay, it’s clear that he just needed happiness and/or at least a buffer.  If Marshall/Lily weren’t planning to move, he wouldn’t either.

14. I’m rewatching Season 2, so this might be a little ranty, but seriously, Lily was so wrong in “How Lily Stole Christmas”.  First of all, Ted was right to call her names when you consider that she waited 9 years to decide she needed to find herself, and when you’re angry, especially in that situation, you’re going to say awful things to make yourself feel better (and Marshall needed to hear bad things about her to start moving on, he had put her on pedestal and she needed come off for him to move on).  Second of all, she wasn’t just punishing Ted, she was also punishing Marshall, who did nothing to her.  

Also, she lives with them (something that has been going on for six years since they moved in there in 2000), and if she kept being so petty, she was going to break up their long lasting friendship because he had the right to be angry over her abandoning Marshall since he was dealing with the result of her actions (and clearly supporting Marshall because he laid around all summer drinking).  I’m not saying she couldn’t be angry about what he said, but stealing Christmas away from both Ted and Marshall was wrong.  Anyway, that brings me to another point.

15. Lily’s Credit Card debt.  This is a second reason that many people, at least on Reddit, attack Lily, and I have to say that I understand how she ends up in so much debt.  First, it’s the clothes, but the main issues are A) paying for apartments and utilities that she’s not actually living in because she needed it for her independence  B) not working for a private school to make more money and C) she tends to ignore her debt entirely until she has no choice.  Both she and Marshall spend money as soon as they get it, even when they were in debt from the wedding, school, and Lily’s shopping sprees, which only makes it worse.

16. Making the Wedding that Ted met Tracy at be Barney and Robin’s wedding, while makes sense from a story point of view (since it starts with Robin, so letting go of Robin makes sense to be able to move onto the love of his life), was a bad decision for the show.  Why?  Since Ted was ready to be married from Pilot and Barney was the anti-marriage guy for the first like four seasons, it caused Ted’s plot to basically pause until Barney caught up and then surpassed him.  The last 3 seasons focus on Barney’s development from one night stands to being a one-woman man, meanwhile Ted, who’s already at the commitment point is stuck in pauseland because his story needs Barney to surpass him.  For me, having Ted be a bystander in his own story, makes the story drag.  I really don’t like the last few seasons because of the focus on Barney’s development when I’m here for Ted’s story.

17. “Lucky Penny” is a good episode, except for the annoying completely unprofessional Airport Personal and glaring plot holes regarding the timeline. I also don’t like the scene where the kid with a broken leg, the old lady, and the pregnant lady are all practically demanding that he get up, like they own his seat. He had every right to that seat, jelly legs or not.  However, I really like the idea that Tracy actually dropped the penny, and even more that is why his daughter’s name is Penny. I also like the connection - this wouldn’t have happened if that hadn’t happened, and that wouldn’t have happened if that other thing didn’t happen. Basically, this is the entire series.  

If Ted never met Robin, he would never date her, if he never dated her, they wouldn’t break up, if they didn’t break up, he wouldn’t have gotten the Butterfly Tattoo, if he hadn’t gotten the Tattoo, he never would’ve met Stella.  If he hadn’t met Stella, he never would’ve gotten left at the alter, if he hadn’t gotten left at the alter, Tony wouldn’t have given him the Professor Job.  If he never became a professor, he never would’ve met Cindy, if he never met Cindy, he never would’ve prompted her to realize that she’s a lesbian, and then randomly running into her allowed for Tracy to be the band at the wedding.  I think I lost track after Cindy, but the entire story is all if this happened then that happened.  

18. Ted helping Victoria run away from her wedding was totally Out Of Character.  Ted was left at the alter and it nearly destroyed him, but he randomly decides to run off with Victoria, completely allowing Klaus to go through that same pain?  It just doesn’t make sense.  He got closure in “The Ducky Tie”, he didn’t need to go out with her again.  Also, the fact that she blamed him for her cold feet and decision to run off from her wedding soured me on her.  It was her decision, her freak out, she did not have to answer the call or show up at the bar, and she certainly didn’t have to use Ted as an excuse to leave.  Besides, Klaus also left, so it was going down the drain anyway.  Also, I got irrationally mad that her dad apparently expected Ted to pay, uh, no.  That’s on Klaus and Victoria, not Ted.

19.  Speaking of!  Going back to Season 1  “The Wedding”.  Ted honestly thought that he checked plus 1, so I get why he worked so hard to get Robin to go to the wedding, but the fact that it sparked the Temporary End of Stuart and Claudia was not his fault.  He would not have owed them the money back, especially when their relationship was clearly fragile if that fight on the eve of their wedding could end it.  Also, they clearly should never have gotten married, seeing what we see of them later on, it’s really obvious they are not compatible, and they would’ve been better off with other people.

20. In the “Duel”, Ted and Marshall are passive aggressively fighting about the apartment, which was brought up again in Season 9 “The Poker Game”.  Apparently, despite living together, they cannot discuss things openly and honestly, which is hilarious, how do you live with someone for most of your adult life and not learn how to talk?  

So, anyway, the reason I bring up “Duel” is that Barney tells Ted that he’s being edged out, and asks him if he’s going to still be his (Marshall’s) roommate when he’s married, and fun fact, for the first year and a half of their marriage, he is their roommate.  Also, in that same time period, they are apparently fighting over the wedding present that Ted didn’t get them, even though A) they live together B) How would Stuart know what Marshall’s favorite Coffee Maker was and C) Ted gave them 2 grand to finish their hardwood floors in their new apartment.  It doesn’t make any sense for Marshall and Lily to be hung up on a specific present when Ted SOLD his new car and GAVE them a lot of money for their new apartment, even though he would eventually be down a roommate (well, 2) and have his rent go up (because he’d now have to pay Marshall’s half).  I love Marshall, but come on, dude, no need to be so...what’s the word?...Greedy?  

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Anyway, I still have more thoughts, but have no idea how to be less wordy, so new post will eventually come.

#how i met your mother #himym #Ted Mosby #tracy mcconnell #Marshall Eriksen #lily aldrin #robin sherbatsky #barney stinson #all seasons #thoughts part 2

[kassies-take]

A Page From Maggie’s Book

Can you do a Maggie Sawyer x best friend reader badass team up where reader is new to superhero work and decides to go on a ride along with Maggie to see how police handle threats or something? 

@healthtobination

A/n: Sorry it’s taken awhile for me to do this

Warning: Rape, violence

Maggie Sawyer x BestFriend!Reader 

Word Count:  1747

“Do I get a gun?” you asked after putting on bullet proof gear. 

Maggie scoffed, “you think I am going to give you a gun? That’s funny.” 

“It was worth a try,” you shrugged. 

“You don’t need a gun when you’ve got force fields.” 

“Are we going to stop a robbery? Car chase? Ooh a...”

Maggie chuckled. “You’re cute, I’m a detective officer not a patrol officer.”

“So what do you do?”

“First off, you don’t need this.” Maggie gestured to the bullet proof vest. “till necessary. Second detectives don’t have your typical police cars, we’re stealthy, we find information. Our ride is unmarked cars.”

“What information do you find?” You asked leaning against Maggie’s desk

“We find anything and everything about suspects, their high school, the clubs they join, the name of their family pet, their sister’s name, parents name, job, friends. Everything.”

“So what do we do now.”

“Research.”

You tapped a pen on your knee continuously. The constants ticks made Maggie look at you with a raised eyebrow. She rolled closer to the right side of her desk, took out a key and opened the bottom cabinet. The detective pulled out a thick beige folder and handed it to you.

“What is this?”

“Victims.”

“Victims? Of?”

“Look through them.”

The file revealed multiple women with rape at the bottom.

“All of these women were rapped?” You flipped though several pages.

“You’ve worked with Alex and Kara before, they both go way to fast into action. Punching their way into things. We go the whole way, we want the man responsible to rot in hell. We find evidence and we don’t hold back and we do it for them.”

“Kara and Alex catch the guy. Kara’s a reporter so she has to get evidence.”

“Most of the time, Alex or Kara catch the guys but they get away from lack of evidence. Little Danvers may have evidence but she does not get to control the jury, or how the other side uses the evidence.”

“Sawyer, come have a look at this.”

You followed Maggie down the hall. The other officer played a footage. A view over the city.

“Real-estate, so what.”

“Wait,” The camera flew closer towards a window. Past the window was a girl changing.

“This is disgusting,” you glared at the screen.

“We’ve got a peeping Tom,” Maggie crossed her arms.

“It gets worse,” the screen cut to a bed room corner showcasing the whole master bed room.

A blond millennial woman in a pink shirt and grey sweatpants, walked from what was assumed the bathroom towards the bed. Seconds later a man in a mask pushed her onto the bed. There was obvious signs of struggling from the girl. You turned away as the man ripped open her sweatpants and began thrusting into the woman.

“He’s not a peeping Tom, he’s a serial rapist.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You sat in Maggie’s passenger seat blankly staring at the the dashboard.

“Feet off the dash!” Maggie was as equally as pissed as your were.

“He clearly is the one in the video! Why can’t we use that?”

“We know it’s him, but for all we know it could be a man in a mask.”

“Ugh!!!!” You kicked at dash board. “You know what makes this more frustrating!”

“You kicking my car?”

“No, it’s that parents are more afraid of their kids being gay than they are of their kids being rapist or sex offenders.”

“At least your parents didn’t kick you out of the house.”

“You’ve got a point.”

~~~~~~~~~~

It has been a few days since you and Maggie saw those tapes. You were currently twirling your pen going over notes Maggie took home. You had refused to play any games, even when the rest of Superfriends told you it would be a good way to destress.

“Everything is a dead end right now.” Maggie sighed, explaing to Superfriends about the case.

“Did you guys talk to any of the victims?”

“Yeah we did, one of the ladies said he took her necklace.”

“Did he take anything else from them. You know beside this whole thing?”

“We’re looking through it now. We did find that he went to this coffee shop frequently.” Maggie responded.

“Any of the victims connect there?”

“No nothing. I’m gonna check it out tomorrow see if any of the employees notice him or look through cameras if they have any.”

“Bring me along?”

“Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“I know this case is important but can we get on with the game?” Alex frowned.

You opened your mouth to say something but Alex stopped you before you could.

“I’m not being insensitive (n/n). I’m very annoyed and as pissed as you are. But the point of tonight was to get your mind off this and have a mental break.” She picked up the dice.

“Lena’s on her IPad going through projects, and Kara is writing an article.” You pointed your thumbs to the side.

Nia peeked over Kara’s shoulder. “Actually they’re sexting each other.” She sipped her wine.

“What now?” You peeked at Lena’s IPad.

“Little Danvers,” Maggie smirked.

“What! Let me have a moment with my girlfriend.”

“That moment better be CONSENSUAL!” You threw popcorn at Kara.

“Why are you only throwing popcorn at me! Not that I mind.” Kara popped a few piece into her mouth.

“Cause I expected it from Lena and not you.”

~~~~~~~~~~

“The workers say he comes often but doesn’t usually stay.” Maggie sighed.

“The other regulars say he just gets coffee and leaves.” You rested your chin on one hand.

“It’s not a dead end yet we can still check the cameras.”

The black and white video showed the suspect parking his car, walking into the coffee shop and leaving in the opposite direction. After several videos of the same action you and Maggie got up from your seats.

“Where ever he goes it must be in walking distance if he doesn’t take his car.”

“Mags... you know how in shows people rent out a storage unit to hide evidence or dead bodies.”

“Yeah what about it?”

“There’s one across the street.”

“Get ready with your shields.” Maggie pulled out her gun from her holster.

“We’re not calling for backup?”

“By the time backup gets here he could be gone.”

You followed after Maggie. Your heart beated against your chest. Clear honeycomb like patterns surrounded your two hands.

Besides a couple of people and a few boxes the units were sickenly quiet. The two of you reached a corridor with flickering lights. The circuit was either cut or it was done on purpose.

Your hands were shaking at the thought. Fear flashed across your face and the shields began to glitch. Maggie on the other hand pulled out a flashlight and sneaked with it over her gun.

Maggie slowed her steps as one of the units were opened. It was deserted yet filled with a twin bed, a few boxes, a blue bike, what seems to be a beaten teddy bear, water bottles, paper towels all lightened by a desk lamp.

“Dispatch this is 129F40, I’m gonna need back up at Studio Self Storage on Conova and Mar-”

A loud yell and a slam against metal met the officer and dispatchers.

“(Y/n!)”

Maggie joined kicking the man away after he threw a punch at your face. He was not giving you any time to recover and use your shields.

He moved his attention onto Maggie after you struggled to stand from the two head traumas you recieved. Maggie was good but he wrestled the gun out of her hands. He overpowered her and slammed her against another metal door.

Maggie pushed maneuvered her legs up against the wall and pushed him back against the other side. She threw punches.

You got up, crossed your arm on your shoulders and pushed forth a shield to move the man away from Maggie.

~~~~~~~~~~

“All officers and firefighters calling all back up, officer is in distress. Officer 129F40 is in distress.”

Dispatcher said over the radio. Alex immediately looked over at J’onn. “That’s Maggie’s number!”

They heard several grunts, as they immediately recognized Maggie and your voices. They also heard a whooshing sounds knowing that that was you and your shields.

Alex reaches towards her ear to activate the com.

“Kar-“

A gunshot echoed around the room before it went silent.

Kara rushed towards you and Maggie as she reached the self storage. She led the police and found Maggie sitting next to you. Kara rushed over scanning your body for the gunshot wound.

“She’s fine. She has a concussion and a few bad scratches.” Maggie said.

“A few? Her eye is swollen shut and her shoulder is dislocated, don’t forget to mention the other cuts on her face.”

You grinned at Kara. “We got him.”

Kara took a look further down the corridor and found a glaring bloody man with his hands cuffed through the bed frame.

~~~~~~~~~~

You sat on the bed at Luthor Family Children’s Hospital. You got most of the injuries from the first surprise attack. Your arm was in a sling and several bandages on your face. Maggie only had a busted lip.

“I can’t believe you two went in with no back up.” Alex scolded.

“To be fair, they did catch the rapist.” Lena said from one of the chairs. “And without the help of Supergirl.”

“What took you so long anyways Kara?” Alex looked over at her sister.

Kara turned red.

“You weren’t!” You looked between Kara and Lena.

“Well we still proved that National City does need police officers and detectives after all.”

“No we proved that Superfriends is a good team. Half of this duo doesn’t even get paid.” You were still upset. “But Kara could take a page from Maggie’s book, instead of ogling at Lena.”

“Hey!”

#maggie sawyer x reader #maggie sawyer x platonic!reader #maggie sawyer #alex danvers #sanvers #lena luthor #kara danvers #supergirl #supergirl imagine #supergirl imagines #supergirl x reader #supercorp

[silverwhiteraven]

Borne of the Stars - An MLB Kryptonian AU - Chapter 1

Kryptonian AU Tag List:  @eve-valution @weird-pale-blonde-person @kris-pines04 @soulmate-game

[ Posted on Ao3 ] [ Chapter 2 ]

[Summary: Marinette Dupain-Cheng was a normal girl with a normal life. 'Was' being the proper tense. Her family takes a trip to Metropolis in the States while waiting for renovations of their bakery to be completed. An unlucky encounter with danger and the two Kryptonian cousins of Earth leads to a reveal that means Marinette shares a very similar past with the Superhero duo. At the same time, she becomes a Superhero, too. Oh, what a mess... ]

Many things began to change for Marinette Dupain-Cheng when she was 14. Specifically, the great domino chain was set off in the summer before her last year of collège. She would not notice the change that had come until an entire year later, but it was that summer in particular that started it all. Her entire life was about to be irrevocably altered forever, all because her family’s bakery needed a renovation, and chose America to vacation to while it happened.

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Marinette steps out of the elevators into the hotel lobby, a black accented pink messenger bag slung over her shoulder, and glancing around for her parents. It was late morning and they had been dealing with calls from Paris involving the Dupain-Cheng Bakery’s renovations. 

Her parents had purchased the connecting building behind the bakery, planning to move the kitchens back into the new area and expanding the front of the bakery enough for both extra displays and a café sitting area. Even the menu was getting an extension, including drinks, to go along with the new look. 

However, the contractors were having a bit of trouble involving the building’s supports, and it was unfortunately taking time out of the family’s down-time. 

Marinette found Tom and Sabine standing in a corner of the large lobby, back to back like they were ready to take on the world together, phones to their ears as they talked away. Their daughter smiled at the image of them and walked up, kissing their cheeks in greeting as they leaned down to meet her like it was second nature. Not once did they break a beat in their conversations. 

“I’m going to go explore,” she states to them, quiet enough not to distract them but enough for them to hear. “One of the city parks is nearby and I've been dying to check it out. I’ll be back later, call me if you need me to come back sooner or want to join me when you're done. Is that alright?”

Both her parents smiled proudly at her and nodded in unison, Marinette beaming right back at them. With a final wave goodbye, she turned on her heel and sprinted out the door with excitement.

Metropolis was such a bright and beautiful city in her eyes, and it only helped that it was protected by one of the most awesome beings on the planet. 

The dark, gloomy city of Gotham and its equally awesome vigilantes only a scant few hours away certainly helped in giving the sunny city some extra contrast, too. 

Just thinking about the heroes though gave her a mixed sweet and sour taste. Superman and the Bats certainly tickled at her sense of style as a designer plenty often, and having come to one of the very cities they resided in did nothing to ease it. 

Alya had been no help when she first joined their school the year before, either. The first thing she had done was bring up heroes. It hasn't been until then that Marinette had started really paying attention to the masked people and their choice in clothing. Casual and semi-formal had been her forté then, but now, supersuits had become a large part of her hobby as a way to get more creative. As well as to ease her frustrations at all the heroes and villains and their range of great to terrible fashion choices that Alya would bring up on a regular daily basis. 

However, the designer could admit that in recent years, the heroes, and some villains, were getting better with their costumes. She could also admit that, looking through the eyes of past generations and their preferred fashions, the heroes had been rather on point and with their times. And like the good heroes and vigilantes they are, they evolved with the times and switched things up before they became nonredeemable. To Marinette’s eyes, anyways. 

But there's always room for improvement. And today was a great day to be inspired to make them.

Marinette stepped into the park with a wide grin, looking around at all the proof of life it was filled with. Most of the benches were filled; joggers taking breaks, parents keeping eyes on their children, and office workers leisurely eating lunch.

She looked up past the trees to see a clear view of one of the most well known and iconic buildings in the entire city: The Daily Planet. Grinning and giggling out of excitement, she picked up her pace and beelined for the side of the park closest to the building. There was nothing like the most well known place to spot the local superhero in order to get inspiration for redesigning his suit.

Finding a vacant bench with a clear view of the Daily Planet, Marinette lays her bag on her lap and pulls out her sketchpad, sticking a few extra pencils over her ear and into her hair so she wouldn't have to stop and sharpen one when it goes dull.

She sat there sketching away, occasionally looking up again before resuming her task. It took a bit of time before she noticed the occasional odd whistling in the air, an odd pitch between that of a plane high above and one you’d hear from something small and fast like an arrow. As she glanced up once more as the sound grew loud enough to take note of, she had to blink, unsure if she really saw something streaking through the air above the tower. 

Marinette stood and squinted, setting her bag and sketchbook to the side. She took a step forward, shielding her eyes from the sun and continued to stare.

Then the sound returned once more, and before she could question it and look for the streak she was about to hope was the local superhero, a loud clang could be heard, ringing through the air like a warped bell toll of Big Ben.

Her eyes went wide as she took a half step back and realized the Daily Planet’s planet had shifted, and was moving forwards towards her side of the tower. Her body froze and tensed as it continued to tilt.

Then she just, reacted.

“Everyone, MOVE!!” Marinette bellowed as loud as she could, for once in her life channeling the commanding voice of her mother and the volume of her father. 

“THE TOWER IS COMING DOWN,” she continued to yell, and she watched as the message was received by those out in the open, and the message quickly spread. She was a bit relieved to see that they were managing to stay level-headed despite the panic that was undoubtedly rising. 

She then rushed forward into the middle of the four laned street, signalling to drivers of the cars that couldn't hear her. “GET OUT OF THE WAY!!” It was agonizing to continue watching above, the golden sphere moments from tumbling off its remaining perch, as she motioned for the vehicles to turn back. She was once more relieved to see that those who got stuck were evacuating their cars before they got desperate behind the wheel.

In one last check, she saw an older teen stepping out of the building, earbuds in his ears, face downcast into a book. 

“Oh no,” she breathes out, and breaks into a sprint for him. 

When she reaches him, hearing the final creaks of the orb above and a crash as it falls down and smashes one and then another of the corners of the tower’s step-like upper levels, she slams his book closed and shoved it into his chest, startling him, a headphone falling from his ear. 

“Move,” she says breathlessly, and his blue-green eyes widen in comprehension as a third crash sounds out, and a chunk of rubble falls to the ground behind her. She shoved him backwards, back into the lobby of the Daily Planet. He stumbles and falls as she steps back to balance herself out from having pushed him too hard. 

The doors close and she’s too late to follow as another, larger chunk of building falls between her and safety, more coming down all around. 

Looking up, she sees the brass sphere fully overshadowing the sky, finally free-falling right for her.

Marinette barely manages to slide behind another huge fallen chunk and between two of the building’s outcropping walls before the Daily Planet’s signature symbol comes crashing down into the ground.

#Kryptonian AU #maribat #crossover au #Borne of the Stars #marinette dupain cheng #miraculous ladybug #willowbendt

[oswincoleman]

2020 Jenna Coleman’s Year in Review, part 3: Jenna and the Media

To summarize all of the following in one sentence; it is absolutely despicable how terribly print media treated Jenna Coleman this year. 

The Daily Mail’s obsessive stalking of Jenna

Typically, the Daily Mail releases about 5 sets of paparazzi pictures of Jenna Coleman each year (not counting instances when she was seen attending, arriving, or leaving an event). This year, there were 21 such instances. It seems as though the Daily Mail, desperate to keep their celebrity section going, have increased their efforts of stalking celebrities. The pictures themselves reveal a lot about the kinds of methods the paparazzi employed throughout the year to fill the tabloid with nonsensical repeated stories, and desperate attempts to turn boring uneventful stalker pictures into somewhat interesting stories. 

It all started out so well, with what might be my least disliked set of paparazzi pictures of Jenna. You could see Tom Hughes buying her a new bike for her birthday. Jenna could be seen beaming ear to ear while riding it, and Tom was visibly happy at having found such a great gift for her. The pictures captured such a beatiful moment that provided a great light during a dark time. 

Jenna was pictured by the paparazzi once in a while over the next few months, mainly in Islington, and other nearby areas of London. The frequency was already alarming, but the pictures and articles weren’t nearly as intrusive as they would become later in the year. That all changed thanks to one particular article from The Sun. 

The Sun and their invented rumour of Jenna and Tom’s split

On the 11th of July The Sun dropped a bombshell. They claimed that Jenna and Tom had split, after being together for four years. It didn’t take long for this news to be picked up by numerous other sites, who also wrote their own take on this news, eager to not be too late to the party.

And yet, where was the proof? Did The Sun have any evidence for it’s claim whatsoever? No, they didn’t. Their “evidence” is that an “onlooker” (aka the paparazzi taking pictures of them) said:

She seemed pretty subdued. She’s usually very smiley, but she and Tom looked really flat when they were talking — it was clearly not an easy conversation.

I wonder why they might look subdued when being stalked by a paparazzi, any ideas? The only other evidence is that an unnamed “source” who has no justified authority to speak on these matters said about them: 

They are trying to salvage a friendship but obviously these are trying times, and it’s not easy. Tom actually helped Jenna with her new place, and they’ve met up this week to talk things through and keep everything as friendly and civil as possible. Both Tom and Jenna are terribly sad, but the relationship ran its course. There was no third party involved. Jenna’s career is going from strength to strength, she’s being offered increasingly more roles abroad, especially Los Angeles, and she wants to focus on this while she’s still young.

Notice how this “source” said a friendship. Not their friendship. A friendship. Not their relationship, but the relationship. Then there is the incoherent nature of these comments. Why does this “source” never directly say anything as simple as “Jenna and Tom ended their relationship”? All of this makes it seem as if The Sun saw the opportunity to invent a “rumour” of their split, and then cut certain parts of a text from the “source” to remove the context, and to make it seem as if the “source” was talking about Jenna’s and Tom’s split, even though they were actually talking about something else entirely. Taking a few choice segments from a long text, rearranging them, and telling the reader what the are supposed to say, will allow you to get readers to think pretty much whatever you want them to think. 

But it should also be noted that not a single part in the above text provided anything to justify this “source” as having any authority whatsoever. In fact, the ability to look at this in retrospect puts even more doubt on the above quotes from the “source“. Jenna hasn’t had any role in LA except a tiny insignificant role in Captain America. And as pictures of Jenna and Tom since this article showed, they are still living together. Jenna does have a new house in the Cotswolds, but she has still not moved out of her London home, more than 5 months after this “source” seemingly claimed that that is exactly what she had done. In her recent interview for BBC Radio 1, Jenna was in her London house (the one that The Sun and the Daily Mail had claimed she had moved out of in July). And just briefly before and afterwards, Tom had also been seen at that very same house. They have both been seen there several times in all the months since The Sun first published these fake “rumours“. 

The article in itself had more problems than truthful sentences. The authors of it even forgot how to write Jenna’s name halfway through, said that Jenna and Tom had been together for 4 years, even though they it’s been 5 years already,  they got names, roles, places wrong, and didn’t bother checking their work afterwards. There are probably more mistakes in that article than there are sentences. Does that constitute a trustworthy source?

Oh and a friend of Tom had also confirmed that the breakup rumours told by The Sun were lies, that they didn’t break up. In the last 5 months, there has been more and more evidence to suggest that they didn’t break up at all. But that didn’t stop many news outlets from repeating The Sun’s lies, without ever questioning their validity. It’s like a repeat of 2015, when The Sun claimed that Jenna was dating Prince Harry. Countless media jumped on board with that, never even questioning the validity of the claim being made. And to this day there are still news outlets saying that Jenna dated Prince Harry, even though Jenna very clearly said that those rumours were completely wrong, on live TV. 

This whole issue has been very illuminating in terms of which media outlets can not trusted; which news sites just copy and paste newsworthy articles, not bothering to question the validity of the claims being made, not trying to do their own investigation, not even considering the possibility that the claims could be wrong, not even if they are made by a highly dubious source with a long history of lying and deceiving. It’s startling how many news sites care more for jumping on the bandwaggon than accuracy, truth, or the principles of good journalism. Many sites that I had thought to be more respectable have lost that respect. 

And even once the media will finally catch on to the lie that this story is, it will probably still persist. I won’t be surprised if we will still get media articles referencing Jenna and Tom’s 2020 “breakup” and subsequent “reunion” for many years to come. 

Subsequent intensive stalking by the Daily Mail

Once the “news” of their alleged breakup was revealed, the Daily Mail decided to show it’s worst side. They ramped up attempts to stalk Jenna as often as possible. They stalked her right to her doorstep. So many of the paparazzi pictures since July were taken right in front of her and Tom’s house (though of course the Daily Mail never admitted where those pictures were taken, because that would contradict the story they wanted to tell). So it seems as if the paparazzi were just waiting in front of her house every few days, to see her either leaving or arriving at the house that she had, according to them, moved out of months ago. 

The Dail Mail thought that they could test the gullibility of their readers even more than The Sun had already done. They pictured Jenna giving Tom the keys to their car. It is completely unambiguous that she is handing over car keys, not house keys. And yet, the Daily Mail made a huge deal of apparently capturing THE moment when Jenna gave Tom back the keys to the house they used to live in. And people actually believed it, even though the picture very clearly shows something very different. It’s times like this that I really lose faith in humanity, when a very dubious tabloid writes “this is a circle” below a picture of a square, and people genuinely believe that what is shown in the picture is a circle, and won’t be swayed by any evidence to the contrary. It sounds absurd, but that is what happened. 

One week later, a paparazzi saw Jenna and Tom at the house that Jenna had allegedly already moved out of. The paparazzi even wrote “Have Jenna Coleman and Tom Hughes reunited?” alongside the pictures they took. But of course this contradicted the successful story the Daily Mail wanted to tell about them breaking up, so they obviously did not abandon their wrong narrative in favour of the truth. Once the paparazzi realized that the Daily Mail was willing to go with the story of their breakup, no matter the lack of evidence for it, and the mountain of evidence against it, they took special care to never picture Jenna and Tom together, even though the paparazzi did see them together several times over the next few months. Several pictures sets feature Jenna, and Tom at the same place at the same time, but the paparazzi deliberately waited for them to stand apart, before taking pictures of them separately. 

In September, when Jenna was packing her stuff for a weekend trip with her school friends, the Daily Mail alleged that they had captured the exact moment in which Jenna was moving out of her house that she had lived in together with Tom. They never bothered mentioning that their new article completely  contradicted all their previous articles, and yet people still believed the lies told by them. Unsurprisingly, time would tell that once again, the Daily Mail was wrong. And yet, it seems that the phrase “Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me” does not apply to many people who can be fooled by the same lie again, and again, and again, and again, even though the new lies from the same dubious source always contradict the previous lies. 

The intensive stalking of Jenna in this period seems to have had one main goal; to picture Jenna together with a possible new boyfriend, so that the Daily Mail would be the first to announce her new relationship. But no matter how hard and how long they tried, not even the liars at the Daily Mail could spin the frequent paparazzi pictures to indicate any new relationship with anyone other than Tom. 

The Daily Mail’s Publishing of pictures of Jenna’s and Tom’s house

On the 24th of October, Jenna and Tom put their house in London up for sale, and attached several pictures of the interior of their house, featuring all their possessions, which provide a lot of insight into them, and their private lives. The listing of their house never mentioned thier names. Unfortunately, 3 days later, the Daily Mail got word of this, and knowing their precise address from all the stalking they did, published the pictures of their house on their front page. 

Now I have to say, their house looks absolutely beautiful, they made such a wonderful job of decorating it to their tastes. But I really hated how these pictures were associated with them, and how these were then seen by many thousands of people, who now were able to learn very intimate things about them. Who could, in less than a minute, find out the exact address at which they are living. Jenna and Tom have tried their best to keep this a secret, and to not attach their names to this, but in vain. 

Jenna and Tom have had a very clear approach to discussing their personal lives in public. They don’t say a word about it, ever. I think they are absolutely right to do so, because it is nobody’s business, and they deserve to at least have a tiny bit of privacy left, that was not yet completely invaded by the media. So this must have been a very great shock for them, to see how the Daily Mail discussed their house and their possessions in great detail, to many thousands of people. 

It was a horrendous thing to do, and the real magnitude of how hurtful this was to Jenna and Tom can be seen in what happened within the next day. They no longer listed their house as being up for sale, got all websites featuring it, and the pictures from it removed, and even managed to pressure the Daily Mail into deleting their article. Unfortunately, the damage was already done, and could not be reversed. It is entirely possible, that Jenna and Tom would have already sold the house, had it not been for the Daily Mail’s horrendous decision to share these pictures to all of their readers. 

Obviously, given the other “rumours” that the Daily Mail had repeated for months already, the selling of their house only had one reason; the proof of the breakup of Jenna and Tom. They even went so far as to ignore the fact that the house had been put up for sale by both Jenna and Tom, and instead said that Tom alone had put it up for sale. They ignored the fact that they would have no reason to sell the house if they had split; one of them could just keep on living there. They ignored that over the next two days their paparazzi pictured Jenna entering and leaving the very same house that they had claimed she had moved out of in July, and then moved out of again in September, the same house that was now up for sale. 

Tatler and The Times

This year, Jenna had two photoshoots and accompanying interviews; one for Tatler, and a second one for The Times. I think the style of the Tatler photoshoot doesn’t suit Jenna at all. But The Times’ photoshoot looks amazing, but unfortunately, only 2 pictures of it have been released so far. 

As for the interviews, although they both were initially intended to be about The Serpent, most of it (for Tatler), and a significant portion of it (The Times) was devoted to other issues, most notably, to badger Jenna repeatedly about her personal life, even though she made it very clear from the beginning, and has done so far years, that she was not going to say a word about it. 

It is quite depressing to see both of these magazines blindly trust the lies told by The Sun without evidence, and repeatedly ask Jenna questions directly about that. If the rumours were true, those are painful questions, and if they’re not, those are still very painful questions. And even besides the repeated pestering of Jenna on a topic she wasn’t going to discuss with them, there were some unpleasant parts in both interviews, with the interviewers making quite disrepectful comments to Jenna. It’s a shame that these magazines felt the need to resort to this. 

But on the plus side, both of these interviews provided several interesting points, for instance the mention of Jenna’s upcoming secret big-budget fantasy project in The Times’ interview, or Jenna’s story of taking a spaniel into Boots. 

BBC TV and Radio Interviews

In the last 2 weeks, as promotion for The Serpent has finally gotten started, Jenna took part in a TV interview for BBC Breakfast, and three radio interviews, one of which was filmed. A segment of that can be seen here: https://youtu.be/4FqH8GvxVzA

These interviews were all really lovely, especially the last one, which was by far the longest, most informative, and most interesting. The interviewer, Ali Plumb, did his research on Jenna really well, and it’s a real joy to watch. I think this has become my favourite interview with Jenna that I have ever seen. 

Since this post is already getting very long, I will not be discussing these in detail here, but you can always look up my recent posts in which I was discussing them, in the last few days. 

#jenna coleman #jenna louise coleman #year in review #year in review 2020

[peeterparkr]

limits of desire⤳t.h.||15

chapter 15: something old

story summary: you met Tom a night he was trying to sleep with you, it didn’t work and you became best of friends. Wedding bells might be ringing for when you both realize what you really feel.

summary: the one with miguel and y/n knowing what she wants

pairing: fuckboy!tom holland x best friend!reader

warnings: swearing, angsty, spanish, very angsty, didn’t proof read

word count: 4.6k

the translation is there

hi, i’m back lmao, it seems like everything is going to shit, right? It is! Or is it? Will it be okay? 

previous chapter next chapter series masterlist wanna be tagged?

Sometimes we all wish we could just stop the world, to think. Just a minute. Y/N would’ve loved just a minute to think all of this through. She had to make up her mind, yet it hurt. But she had already, didn’t she? She’d chosen Tom. Then why did it hurt so much? Why did it hurt seeing Miguel getting out of that car? Something in her gut. 

Was this wrong? Or did it hurt that she had done the same Tom had done before all those years? Because y/n knew how it felt, seeing whom you loved with someone else. 

And she went back to all those years, waking up seeing him with someone else, having breakfast, and having to swallow up all the feelings. Was that what Miguel felt? 

It couldn’t be, possibly. Because unlike her, he had the ability and the right to speak up. 

“Y/N-” Tom started as he stood up, he took her hand, but y/n stayed frozen as Miguel quickly rush to her. 

“Y/N,” her mother called. 

Y/N just looked at them. Because this was wrong. She hurt Miguel, she’d hurt someone who she loved, dearly. 

And he looked so disappointed, not surprised, but the look in his eyes. He hadn’t slept, she could tell. And she remembered the fight they had had the night before. 

“We need to call the wedding off,” she’d said. “I… I can’t do this.” 

“Y/N, I just--- Necesito, tienes… Was there anything ever between him and you?” 

“No, that’s… that’s the thing, alright? I…” 

“Why are we even having this conversation then?” Miguel pushed. “Do you love him?” 

“I… don’t. I just need some time and gosh, I’m not ready, alright? I can’t pretend we’re okay. We can’t pretend we’re okay, Miguel. We clearly aren’t, we’ve had so many fights these days-” 

“You keep pushing me away, y/n, we are getting married and-” 

She screamed. “ I don’t even know if I want to get married anymore, look at us, we don’t work!” 

“We do, y/n...You’re only scared.” 

“What do you even know about me, huh?” She yelled. “You don’t know me, at all.” 

“This is because of Tom, isn’t it?” Miguel frowned. “With that speech?” 

“He knows me, Miguel, and what do you know about me?” 

Miguel sighed. “Let’s calm down, okay, let’s calm down.” 

“What do you know about me, Miguel?” She asked again. 

“I know that I want to make your dreams come true, alright?” He looked at her in the eyes, with such desperation. 

She scoffed. “What could you possibly know about my dreams?” 

Miguel watched her, nodded and headed to the door. 

“I love you y/n.” 

She didn’t say anything. 

He rubbed his face. “We… We need to calm down, okay?” He stared at her. “We’ll talk in the morning.” 

But they hadn’t. He had probably gone to her room and found that she’d packed her stuff. He probably found the note that read: “I can’t do this. I’m sorry.” 

“What is this?” Miguel’s voice was like daggers in her heart, as he walked closer. The scene was clear. She was wearing Tom’s tshirt and their hair was wet.  

“I think there’s something you need to know man,” Tom was the one to speak. 

“Y/N?” Her mother called again. 

“Y/N?” Miguel watched her. 

“Y/N?” Tom looked at her.

“You stay out of this, Tom,” Miguel threatened as he approached them. 

Y/N was shaken out of her trance. “No, no, wait Miguel—”

“Wait? You want me to wait?” Miguel rubbed his face. “I’ve been looking for you for hours and I find you here? Like this?” Miguel stepped over to Tom who clenched his jaw. “With the man who basically fucking declared his love for you last night?” 

Y/N stepped in front of him. “How did you find me?”

“I know you more than you think I do, y/n” Miguel said. 

Her mother stepped in, pulling Tom back . “And we—we saw the car was gone.” 

“Mum—I’m sorry,” she stared at her.  

Tom sighed.  “Y/N just… tell them,” he pleaded. 

“Tell me what?” Miguel frowned, 

“Tom, Tom, please-,”Anna pulled him back. 

“We need to talk, Miguel, just us alright?” Y/N begged.

 “Y/N” Tom started. 

She gave him a cold stare. 

Miguel frowned but turned gentle to look at her, she took him by her arm and dragged him out of the place; far where they couldn’t see them. There was a bench, where y/n sat down. 

“What is this?” Miguel asked. “Am I just—a prop to you?”

“No, no, please,” she watched him. 

“What happened?” He asked. 

“I—“ but words weren’t coming out. 

Miguel swallowed as he paced around. 

“Don’t you think I deserve to know?” He sighed, running his hands through his hair, but then he approached a teary y/n. “Last night—he decides to basically humiliate me with that speech and you, y/n” his voice was shaking. “you turn around and get angry at me and hey—I don’t understand what I did wrong,” he pinched the bridge of his nose. “did I do anything wrong?”

“What? No! I—I was angry because—you weren’t wrong, you were right—“

“I was right?” Miguel was confused.

“Yes you were right! About Tom and I—I’ve been—Mickey--”

“Don’t Mickey me right now.”

“I—“ but she couldn’t say it. She wasn’t able to say it. She finally stood up. 

“Don’t say it, please,” Miguel took her hands as his own eyes were beginning to wet. “Don’t say you love him too.”

“I always have,” she admitted, and it was now so easy to say it. “I love him,” she said. Because she did, she couldn’t hide it anymore. “This was a mistake and I’m sorry that I dragged you into my whole emotional mess—“She was loud but not loud enough. 

“Y/N, no, no no no,” Miguel pleaded “please, cmon it’s a misunderstanding, it’s normal you’re having second thoughts. It’s normal before a wedding—“he was trying to convince himself more than her. He let her go, he seemed angry. 

“No, Miguel, I am— am certain, please don’t be—“

“Don’t be mad? Were you going to tell me that?” He snapped but then sighed. “Can’t I be mad?” 

“I well I guess you can—“Y/N gulped. 

“You guess? You guess I can… oh my god,” he laughed cynically.  “No no mames, no (don’t fuck with me)—“he rubbed his face again. “I need you to understand my point of view y/n. Last night that—pendejo—that bastard over there confessed his feelings for you and then we fucking fought, for no reason and—gosh, I come back to your room in the morning to apologize and you’re not there! And he isn’t in his room either! and I come to find you having brunch with him? Wearing his t-shirt? So yeah, y/n you guessed right! I can be angry! I am allowed to be angry!” 

Y/N watched him arranging his thoughts, cursing in Spanish. 

“But we need to talk about this, Y/N we get married in three days, I need you to picture how I feel alright?” 

“I can’t marry you! I—can’t do this to you!” She told him. 

“You— you can’t—“Miguel was trying to wrap his head around it.

“No I can’t,”. She confirmed it. 

Miguel bit his lip. “No, no, let’s talk about this,” he walked in circles. “Let’s—alright, alright—,” he sighed. “We need a break alright? I—okay, what?”

“I love him.” 

“No, no you don’t—“ Miguel pinched the bridge of his nose and pressed his temples. 

“I do, Miguel I do, I love him,” Y/N continued. “I love Tom.” 

“You’re confused y/n,” Miguel chuckled, nervously. 

“I am not, for the first time in a while I’m not! I loved him and I always have!” 

Miguel took a deep breath. “Always?”

“Always…”

“Puta madre….”he kicked the floor (Fuck). “ay, no, no, okay…,”he sat down. “Yo... necesito sentarme y asimilar esto, el amor de mi vida… okay. Digo, pendejo yo, a quien chingados se le ocurre enamorarse de la mejor amiga del mismísimo pinche hombre araña y no espera que esté enamorada de él.” He spoke to himself. “No, o sea, digo, pendejo yo, no? El qué, no, pero también, tiene que ser muy cabrón para decidir hacer esto hasta la boda, no?” 

(I ... I need to sit down and assimilate this, the love of my life ... okay. I mean, I’m the idiot, who the hell happens to fall in love with the best friend of ducking spiderman himself and doesn't expect her to be in love with him. No, I mean I am the idiot, right? Not him, no, but also, one has to be such an asshole to decide to do this until the wedding, right? )

“Miguel I didn’t want to hurt you,” y/n watched him. 

“Well, you did,” he frowned. 

“I never wanted—“

Miguel looked away, thinking to himself. Silence was the worst weapon he had. 

“Did you never love me?” He finally asked.

“Mickey don’t….” Y/N felt tears running down her face again. He stepped up to reach her face, cupping her cheeks. She tried to push him away but he looked so gentle. 

“I’m serious y/n.”

“I—I—why does that matter?” She finally pushed him away. 

“No, because if you didn’t, I understand that.” He was calmer. “If you never loved me, I have to back away. But y/n, it took me only a second to fall in love with you and I need a lifetime to prove it.” 

She was crying now. “Mickey.”

“Has it always been him?” He asked again, he lifted her chin, and she felt his cold hand against her warm skin. She stared into his eyes, and they were begging her to say no. And she knew the answer was no. It hadn’t always been Tom. 

“It… It’s him,” she said anyway. 

“Really? You never loved me then?” Miguel stared at her lips and her heart was racing. 

“I…” 

“You didn’t love me that time when we danced under the rain?” Pushed Miguel as he was getting closer to her lips, it was her turn to stare at his. 

“Miguel,” she closed her eyes as a cold tear ran down. 

“You didn’t love me one of those many nights I gave you my jacket?” He begged, she opened her eyes again. “ Or that one time when we stayed up all night as you tried to get the perfect shot of the sky?” He smiled. Sadly. 

Tears were only forming. 

“You didn’t love me when we first met and we had to push your car—again under the rain, and we got all muddy?” He kissed her cheek. 

“Miguel…” it was a cry for help. 

“How about that time I carried you bridal style because you were wearing heels and the path was rocky?” He pushed her hair back. “Didn’t you love me?”

“I—I never said I never loved you,” she admitted looking down. 

“I love you y/n,” he lifted her chin and pecked her lips, and though the kiss was simple, she knew she’d never feel the same way for him, his lips weren’t Toms. 

“Miguel, I can’t do this to you.” 

“and even if he is… whatever he is to you, and even if he goes on with that pathetic excuse that he loves you,” he pushed. 

“He does…” y/n’s voice was low. 

“Does he? Y/N? Because as long as I remember you always said he left, y/n I won’t leave.” 

“Miguel.” 

“I know, I know I’m not him, I’ll never be him, but he can’t also be me, because unlike him, I took the guts to ask you to be my forever as soon as I laid my eyes on you, and y/n if you say you never loved me, then alright, I’ll leave. But if you did, I will keep on fighting for you.” He pleaded. 

“I”

“I know I’m not him,” he repeated.  “I can’t give you the life I’m sure he offers. I can’t be as glamorous and I can’t be taking you to premiers, but… But I’ll be there for you, and we will be happy, and I’ll love you. Gosh, y/n, I love you. Te amo, I…l”

Y/N pushed him away. “Miguel, I… I love you so much that I know this won’t work, I’m… I’m in love with him, always have been and—“

“I know, I know, I know you love him. And I can’t give you—“

“Miguel no, it’s not that, it’s so much more,” she explained. 

He frowned. “Why do you love someone who’s hurt you so much?” He raised his voice.

“I can’t choose,” she shook her head. 

He took her hands. “Y/N,  choose me.” 

“Mickey, I can’t do this to you!” 

“Do you love me?” He asked again. 

“I love you but—“

He sighed. “Then what’s the problem?”

“I can’t do anything about it, I can’t say I never loved you, I can’t, but this,” she raised her voice, and threw her hands in the air with desperation. “do you think we will be happy? With you knowing that I was in love with someone else? With me knowing I betrayed you like this?” 

“Amor! it’s a mistake, we’ve all made mistakes, I know,” he yelled. “But using his words, even if I can’t fucking stand him right now and all I want to do is punch him in his teeth… Using his words, I know he’s not the right choice for you!”

“We barely know each other Miguel! That’s the thing, we…l”

“We have a lifetime to know each other! We’ve said it before, y/n it’s like I’ve known you my whole life, as if I’ve always been waiting for you,” Miguel said. 

She clenched her jaw. 

“Didn’t you feel it? Like your life was missing something before we met?” 

“I… Miguel it’s cause I was so deprived of love I…I was looking for a…” 

“For a rebound?” Miguel asked. “Really? One does not say yes to a marriage proposal to a rebound.” 

Y/N screamed. “This is so bloody confusing!” 

“Maybe y/n, but what we had—”He paused. “What we have is real. And though I’m so—angry right now I can’t be—I can’t let you go y/n. I’m so in love with you.”

“No, no, don’t do this—I’ve made a decision.”

“But I have to, y/n, our wedding is in 3 days. I can’t—I can’t simply give up on you.” 

He was right. “Miguel.”

Miguel sat. “What happened? I—I just need to know, what…”

She sat beside him. “I searched for him. In the morning, I was confused. I’ve always been and I—I love him.” 

“What happened? Did you—did you sleep with him?” 

y/n sighed and nodded. “I...I did. And we’d kissed before I left London.” 

He rubbed his face. “I—I.”

“Miguel you can’t possibly want to marry me after I’ve done that,” She sighed. “I cheated on you. People who’re cheated on shouldn’t get married.” 

“I—”He was processing it. 

There was a long silence. “And you want to marry him?”

Y/N crossed her arms. “I—I don’t know, maybe?”

“Do you want to spend the rest of your life with him?”

Y/N closed her eyes. “I—”

“Do you really love him or are you just doing what you’re expected to do?”

“What does that even mean?” She frowned. 

“You told me that you were tired of it,” Miguel said. “Doing what everyone tells you to do, what everyone expects you to.”

She scoffed. “But this is different.” 

“Is it? Because all I’ve heard since I’ve met any of your friends or family is how they thought you’d end up with Tom,” he hissed. “Tom this… Tom that.”

“Don’t you think they have a piece of truth in that?” She snapped. “It’s people who’s known me my whole life!” 

“Didn’t you want to do the unexpected?” He pushed.

“And isn’t this the unexpected Miguel? And I’m not doing this because of that, for the first time I’m doing what I want, I want to be with the person I love...And I am very very very very very sorry that I’m doing this to you, I am so sorry for dragging you to this. You don’t deserve this.” She stood up.

“You’re right, I don’t.” He popped his lips. “But I love you.” 

“Miguel, but I won’t—we won’t make each other happy, look at us, we are fighting already and look at me! I already cheated on you,” she insisted. 

He only stared at her. “You really want to be with someone who will dump you the very next day?”

She looked away. “He’s not—”

“The guy who slept with my cousin last night?” 

She paused. “What?” 

“Oh,” he chuckled. “He didn’t tell you?”He rolled his eyes and threw his hands in the air with victory. “Oh, oh, this makes sense, you’re… Y/N you fell for it, didn’t you?” He laughed dryly. “So hear this out, let’s go through whatever his last 24 hours have been… so he confesses his love to you in our fucking engagement party,” Miguel licked his lips. “And then half an hour later he’s flirting with my cousin and he takes her to his room, alright? But hey, you come back to him and you’re fine with that? Are you okay with that?” 

Y/N felt how her stomach fell to the floor, she felt like being slapped, like being pushed to the ground. Her fairytale had been broken down into pieces like glass. She heard everything shatter and she felt weak in the knees. She had to sit down, she was sick. 

“He—he slept with her?” Her voice was breaking. 

“Yes, y/n.” Miguel sat down beside her.

“I—”

“Just after he basically confessed he loved you he sleeps with someone else,” Miguel explained. “That’s the man who you choose?” 

She stood up, she ran back to the restaurant. 

“Y/N!” Tom had a smile on his face. She didn’t even look at him. She picked up her keys and then ran to her car. 

“Y/N?” Tom tried to follow after her. “Y/N!” He called for her but she had started the car and left. 

Tom tried running after the car, confused. 

Miguel walked right after. 

Tom turned around to look at him. 

“What… what happened?” Tom glared at Miguel. 

Miguel approached him. “You slept with her, that’s what happened.” 

“She loves me,” Tom snapped. “I love her, I’m soryr man but this is…” 

Miguel just smiled cynically before getting even closer, he threw a fist to Tom’s face, to which Tom could only walk back. Tom growled and then jumped to push Miguel, punching him in the ribs. 

Fists could only be seen, and some people at the restaurant rushed to stop them. 

Anna screamed as she approached them. “Stop! Stop!” 

Miguel pushed Tom away, as his own nose was bleeding. He just scuffed as he picked up his own keys and left in his own car, leaving Tom and y/n’s mother to themselves. 

Tom cursed at the wind as he ran a hand through his hair. 

“Why did she leave?” 

Anna watched him. 

“Tom, you should’ve done something sooner.” 

And he wondered if he referred to y/n running away just now and if he should’ve gone to steal her form Miguel. Or if Anna was referring to the fact that Tom shouldn’t have taken all this time to tell her this. 

His own bleeding nose was calling for him. But none of the bruises would hurt as much as it had hurt seeing her leave again. 

Moments before he had explained everything to Anna, well, omitting some details about how it had gone. 

And he should’ve done something sooner.  He called her. No answer. And we were back to the beginning. To y/n running away from him. To a lonely Tom. 

They got back to the hotel, and it was like reality was giving him yet another punch, because their uber driver was playing only cheerful 80’s songs. So a broken Tom was trying to put the ice the restaurant had given him to his face while listening to the cheerful: ‘NeverEnding Story’. Not a good combination.

Anna tried texting y/n, but she wasn’t answering her either. She called Lizzie, who told her she’d seen a storming y/n crying who shut the door to Miguel. 

She was in the hotel, at least. 

“She should be with me, shouldn’t she?” Asked Tom. 

“I don’t know, Tom,” Anna answered truthfully. “At some point, I believed it, but I think you both made bad choices. Yours was too recent.” 

Tom frowned. “What?” 

“Your mistake happened to have a name and last name,” Anna sighed. “Mariana Gonzalez rings a bell?” 

“Mariana?” Tom was confused until it hit him. He closed his eyes. “Red dress.” 

Anna nodded. “I don’t know, Tom. Maybe it is in your nature, and I’m not sure if I want that around my daughter.” 

“I… I’ve changed but... “ 

“Then why did you do it?” Anna questioned. “I don’t want my daughter with the man who’s made her cry the most.” 

Tom stayed quiet. 

“I still remember the first time she cried,” Anna sighed. 

“But…” Tom took a deep breath. 

“You talk to her, I don’t know if she knows,” Anna commented. “But the best you could do is leave her alone.” 

But Tom wasn’t going to do that, he avoided Lizzie as soon as he arrived at the hotel, she told him that he had really fucked up this time. He knew it. He ran to y/n’s room. He could hear her sobbing. 

“Y/N.” He called for her. 

No answer. 

“Y/N can we talk?” Tom asked. “Please.” 

“Get away from me, Tom,” at least she spoke. 

“I thought we were past that.” Tom gulped. 

There was a silence, one that Tom could feel. Anna was right, he couldn’t be with her. He thought about all the times he’d probably made her cry, and all the other times he would hurt her more, because Anna was right, it was in his nature. 

“Y/N, please I need...I need to explain it to you.” 

And she finally opened the door, and she was holding the red dress. 

“Really? You want to explain this?” She asked him, throwing it at him. She stopped, and paused to see the bruises on his face. 

But the tears in her face were a dagger for Tom, and he felt sick. 

“Yes, I want to explain it to you!” Tom rushed into the room. 

“And what in this world are you going to say that you can’t keep it in your pants?” She kicked the dress on the ground. “And what in the bloody hell happened to your face?” 

“Miguel,” Tom rolled his eyes. “We had…” 

“I hate men, all of you, but especially you right now, you’re so stupid,” she yelled and she rushed to the bathroom, taking out a first aid kit. 

“That doesn’t matter now, alright?” Tom followed after her, pushing back the first aid kit. 

She glared at him, but then opened it, gently. She stared at everything inside, she delicately took his hands and wrapped up his bruised fingers and then looked up at his face. 

“Y/N, I’m sorry, but I’ll take care of those later, they don’t matter. “

Y/N looked away. “Nothing does.” 

“No, can I talk?” Tom asked. 

She looked up, hurt. 

“No, y/n, I was devastated, okay? I… It was an accident.” 

“An accident? Oh yeah, you tripped and your dick fell in her, sure!” Y/N faked a laugh, and then dropped the first aid kit to the floor. “Tom, oh my god, you haven’t changed, at all! This is you in all of your splendour and yes I’m another fool! And look, I can’t wait for you to forget me, seriously I never want to see you again, alright?” 

“Y/N.” 

“I don’t want you to hurt me anymore.” 

“Y/N I thought I had lost you forever,” Tom whispered, walking over taking her hands.

 But she was quiet, she didn’t even seem to have the strength to fight him back. 

“I’m marrying Miguel.” 

“Y/N, you can’t possibly want that.” 

“I want someone whom I know won't sleep with someone else right after they accept their feelings,” y/n whispered. “I want someone who won’t hurt me like this.” 

“Y/N. You don’t know what you want.” 

She frowned and pushed him away. “Why does everyone seem to know what I want? Why does everyone tell me what to do? Why can’t I…? Why does everyone tell me they know me? None of you do!” She had raised her voice. 

“Then what do you want? What about today? It happened, y/n! You can’t simply erase it!” 

“I know I can’t! But I made a promise! I said I would marry him!” She yelled. 

Tom scowled as he stormed around the room. “Oh but I should’ve seen this coming, right? This was it! You would have gone back to him whatsoever!” 

“Now you’re blaming me, Tom?” She picked up a pillow and threw it at him. “Now it’s me?” 

“Well I don’t know, y/n, you’re going to marry a man who you cheated on!” Tom snapped. 

“I’m doing what I want!” She hissed. 

“No, y/n, you perfectly know it’s not that,” Tom shrugged. “All of this, you’re running away, again, like you did this morning, like you always do.” 

“You slept with another woman!” 

“Well, I’m single! Or… I…” Tom ran a hand through his hair. “But you, you’re the one who’s fucking shielding on a promise! A very shitty one.” 

“And what do you know?” She walked over to him

“I know that I love you, y/n! That I know!” 

“Well, you’re wrong about that, I hate you!” She yelled at him. 

“Oh, really? I must’ve misread all your signals,” Tom snapped with sarcasm. 

“Leave,” she ordered as she walked over to the door. 

“No, I’m not leaving,” he frowned as he stopped her before she could open the door. “Because you wouldn’t have gone to my door this morning unless you knew you wanted that, we both want it.” 

“That was before I knew you slept with her,” Y/N crossed her arms. 

“And why does that matter?” 

“Because it shows me you haven’t changed Tom, you’re just an arrogant son of a bitch who will continue to sleep around!” 

Tom stayed quiet. 

“Huh, guess it does matter, doesn’t it?” 

Tom took a deep breath as she opened the door. “I’m sorry.” 

“Sorry doesn’t cut it now,” she sighed. 

Tom slowly made the way to the door, hoping she would stop him. 

“Would it kill you if you chose me?” Tom asked. 

“So we can have this same argument over and over? So I have to wait for you to cheat on me, so I have to wait for you to leave me one morning?” 

“I want to fight for this,” Tom said. “Because we work,” he was being quiet now, “and because we don’t, and because you dare to call me on my shit and I dare to call you on yours,” Tom said. 

“The difference is, Tom, the shit I did was to get back to you, and yours just reminded me of who you were,” y/n said. 

Tom closed the door again. “Y/N, it was a mistake.” 

“I’ve made my choice, Tom.” 

“And I’ve made mine, I want you,” he said. “This is up to you, y/n, and we both know you Miguel is not what you want. 

Y/N shook her head. “I’m tired of everyone telling me what I want.” 

“What do you want, then?” Tom asked. 

“I want you to leave,” she said, opening the door and pikcing up the red dress from the floor, handing it to him. “And I want you to think of this red dress, and I want you to think of the one I wore that one night,” she whispered. “And I want you to know that the red dress you chose was the wrong one.” Tom gulped. “And maybe someday we will meet again, and think of each other like old friends, but right now… I just really want you out of my life.” 

And even though it hurt, Tom knew she finally was certain about it, so he walked through the door.

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