#tom ADORES her nose scrunch

[eiightysixbaby]

i've got you under my skin now

word count: 2.9k

pairing: rockstar!eddie munson x rockstar!fem!reader

warnings: 18+ ONLY - MINORS DNI. SMUT SMUT SMUT. kind of asshole!eddie but he's really just a moody baby, oral (m receiving), masturbation, reader and eddie argue but everything is consensual, really just absolute filth with a plot.

summary: you're an up-and-coming musician in the rock scene and have been asked to join corroded coffin on a song. only thing is, their singer - eddie munson - proves to be challenging to collaborate with.

author's note: my first lengthier work so sorry in advance if there are errors! this is a daisy jones and the six inspired one-shot, and for the sake of this fic i directly reference the title and lyrics of the song 'honeycomb' from the tv show - but you really don't need to know the book/show to understand. ok anyways hope u all like it and here u go @taintedcigs i know u've been waiting for this one em i hope u love it!!

“Honestly Eddie, I don’t care anymore! I’m not listening to your little rockstar tantrum. She’s coming in, and she’s joining you on the song. That’s final.”

Eddie scoffs at his manager. Ever since he was informed that ‘Y/N - biggest fucking nobody in the rock scene’ was going to be coming in and recording his song with him, Eddie had been relenting.

Eddie scoffs at his manager. Ever since he was informed that ‘Y/N - biggest fucking nobody in the rock scene’ was going to be coming in and recording his song with him, Eddie had been relenting.

“Tom, you don’t fucking get it man. Clearly. My song is perfect. What do we need her for? She doesn’t even have an album out, she’s made no name for herself. She’s going to ruin Corroded Coffin.” Eddie continues pestering, despite Tom’s insistence against it.

“No, Eddie, see that’s where you’re wrong. You wrote a good song man, okay? A good song. But just a good song. She could make it great. You haven’t heard her sing like I have. She has real talent.”

Eddie scrunches up his face and pinches the bridge of his nose with two fingers. “Oh a good song, huh? But you said the label liked it. Why change it?”

Tom sighs, taking a step towards Eddie. “The label didn’t dig the song… okay? They said it needs more, otherwise they’re gonna pass on it.”

“So you fuckin’ lied man, fuck-“ Eddie grits his teeth. “Fine, whatever, she’s gonna sing on the song with me. But that’s it.” Eddie grumbles, storming out of the small room.

•••

“He doesn’t get it, guys, he doesn’t fucking get it!” Eddie yells. “This is my song. My fucking baby. And this... bitch is gonna come in here and destroy it. I don’t need her singing on the song - I don’t need anyone to make my music ‘better’” he spits.

The thing is, things have always gone Eddie’s way since Corroded Coffin gained traction in the music world. Eddie writes the songs, Eddie dictates which songs go on the album, so on and so forth. This makes sense to Eddie, and if you ask him, he’s being completely fair to the rest of the guys in the band. ‘Of course I let them have a say in things. I don’t care what rumors you’ve heard - it’s a fair process around here.’ It’s only natural that he can’t handle the idea of someone else singing on his song. Eddie is always the one singing, save for Gareth and Jeff doing backing vocals.

Eddie thrives off of being liked. The way the fans hang onto every word he sings- it’s electric to him. He’s addicted to the way people adore him. And he’d never admit it to anybody… but he’s nervous you might just show him up, and then *poof* no one cares about him anymore.

“Come on, Eddie. Ease up a little! This could be fun, you never know.” Gareth says, following Eddie back and forth as he paces the recording studio.

“I give you like, 20 minutes before you’re in love with her… or bending her over a table.” Jeff interjects, screeching when Gareth throws a drumstick at him to shut him up.

Eddie can’t get a rebuttal in before the door swings open. Tom walks in trailed by a young woman. Quite possibly the most beautiful woman Eddie’s ever see- nope. Nope. Not going there. What was that?

“Guys. This is Y/N, as I’m sure you could guess. She’s here to record ‘Honeycomb’ with us today.” Tom smiles politely at the group, jolting Eddie from his thoughts.

“Y/N, hey. It’s so nice to finally meet you. I’m Gareth, this is Jeff, Greg, and I’m sure you know Eddie - the star of the show.” Gareth goes around the room, pointing at all of the guys.

You meet Eddie’s gaze as Gareth talks, and your breath hitches in your throat. Of course you know who Eddie is- you’ve seen him on magazine covers and in interviews. You’ve always thought he was alluring, but he’s even more gorgeous in person. Long, curly hair pulled back into a low ponytail. Tattoos trailing up his arms and chains around his neck. His signature ripped black skinny jeans that hug him so well in all the right places… fuck. Focus. You are not here to sleep with Eddie Munson. You redirect your attention to Gareth as he finishes speaking.

The rest of the guys all greet you warmly - except Eddie, you notice - who gives you a tight-lipped smile and a quick nod.

You walk straight up to him, holding out your hand for him to shake. “It’s so nice to meet you Eddie. Thank you so much for letting me be on the song - seriously, it means the world.” You say, exaggerating sincerity a little.

Eddie reluctantly shakes your hand. “Yeah. Let’s get this over with.”

He walks away to set up a microphone before he can think too hard about the way his heart pounded as your hands touched.

•••

The recording session starts, and take one of the song has begun. You insisted on using the same mic as Eddie, who begrudgingly allowed you to stand beside him, shoulders brushing ever so slightly. The contact sends chills down his spine. Eddie sings the first lines confidently into the mic, not making eye contact with you. Tom, along with the rest of the band watch the two of you intently from the sound booth. Honestly, Eddie has to admit everything is going smoothly. That is, until the chorus starts. Eddie sings one lyric into the microphone… and you sing a different one.

“Woah, woah, okay, stop!” Eddie yells to Tom to cut the track, pulling the clunky headphones off of his head. “Those aren’t the lyrics, what are you doing?” He’s turned to face you, incredulous.

“Um I- I’m sorry, did he not get my version? Does he not know?” You say, avoiding eye contact with Eddie to level with Tom.

“Your version!? This is my song- you are here to sing on my song. Not to rewrite the damn song!” Eddie hisses, throwing his hands in the air.

“No, darling, I’m here to make your song better. And that’s exactly what I’ve done.” You narrow your eyes at him, a syrupy sweet smile on your face.

Eddie’s face is burning, his whole body is burning. You weren’t supposed to write new lyrics. This is not happening. And for the love of god stop staring at her lips, Eddie.

“Eddie, uh, let’s give her version a shot, yeah?” Tom says, framing it like a question, but Eddie knows he doesn’t really have a choice.

The track starts from the top again, and Eddie finds that his hands are trembling as he holds your songbook. He sings the lyrics as you have written them, and his stomach sinks as he does it. He hates that you’ve changed his perfect song. He hates that he was made to look like an idiot because Tom didn’t tell him you had rewritten anything. And most of all, he hates that he can hear how good your voices sound together. He hates that he thinks he’d like to hear the sound of your voice for the rest of his life, on the rest of his songs.

“Oooh, we could make a good thing bad,” the two of you sing out in unison, and the song ends.

Eddie stares at you and you stare at him, chest heaving and absolutely beaming. The rest of the band are looking at the two of you in awe from the sound booth. Eddie can’t bring himself to smile, can’t bring himself to let you know that he thinks you really might have made his song better. Can’t face you while his mind races with thoughts of grabbing your face and kissing you. Instead, he hands you your lyric book and hurries out of the studio.

You excuse yourself to the group amid their praises and follow him out the large wooden doors. You’re surprised to find the lobby empty, but then you hear noise coming from down the hall. Walking over to a small closet, you peer in and see Eddie in the dim light, leaning against the wall, hands covering his face and his head tipped back.

“Eddie, what was up with that?” You ask him gently, closing the closet door behind you for privacy. “I thought we sounded great.”

“You rewrote my fucking song!” He booms over you. “That wasn’t the plan. You were supposed to sing on it with me and that would be that.” He’s stepped towards you, leaving little room between the two of you in the already-cramped closet.

“It’s not my fault Tom didn’t tell you I changed some of the lyrics, okay? I didn’t expect you to be blindsided like that. But you could’ve been more mature about it!” You defend.

“Who the hell do you think you are? No- seriously, tell me. Corroded Coffin has worked so hard to make a name for ourselves. I have worked so hard. And you just waltz in here like you own the place? What the fuck is your problem?” Eddie’s words come out sharp, bitter, but there’s an emotion behind his eyes you can’t quite place. Fear? Maybe.

“Oh get your head out of your ass already, Eddie! I made your song better! We sounded fucking amazing together- the label might actually want it now!” You’re screaming back at him at this point, heat rising in your face as he steps impossibly closer to you. “And don’t even get me fucking started on the Corroded Coffin bullshit. Do you even give the other guys a say in what happens in this band? Cause you seem like a big cocky crybaby who always gets his way. I may not be rich and famous like you are but at least I’m not a fucking prick!” You’re seething, and you press your hands to his chest in an attempt to shove him backwards.

Eddie stops you, though, grabs you by the wrists. Firmly, but not hurting. His huge brown eyes haven’t stopped boring into yours. He thinks his heart might sprout wings and fly out of his chest. He thinks he might hate himself forever if he doesn’t get to have more of you.

“What- now you’re speechless? Don’t have anything to s-“ Eddie cuts you off, pressing his lips to yours like his life suddenly depends on it. Maybe it does.

You’re caught off guard, frozen in place for only a second until you kiss him back, pushing him up against the shelves behind him. His hands leave your wrists and hastily scour your body. You’d think he was a man starved the way he grips at your hips, lips basically devouring yours all the while. Eddie gasps as you lean down to his neck, sucking red and purple marks onto the skin that Jeff is definitely going to mock him for later. He can’t bring himself to care. He grabs your face in his hands to meet your lips once again, needing more.

“You wanna know something, Y/N?” Eddie says between kisses, moving down to nip at your neck. “I can’t fucking stand the way you came in here so confidently today-“ another kiss to your neck. “The way you came right up and sang into the same mic as me instead of using your own, like you just own the whole room-“ another kiss, and another “I can’t stand the fact that your lyrics are better than mine- that maybe you made 'Honeycomb' something I couldn’t make it,” he’s talking through gritted teeth, agitated and yet completely enamored with you. “I hate that the entire time I was watching you sing, I couldn’t stop thinking about your pretty mouth wrapped around my cock..”

Before you can respond, he’s unbuttoning your jeans, pushing you against the opposite wall of the closet, taking control.

“I think you’re absolutely insufferable and immature” you breathe out, pulling his hair out of its ponytail so you can run your fingers through it.

He lets out a breathy chuckle, but it’s arrogant, smug. “You can spit whatever insults you like, sweetheart, but you’re absolutely soaked right now.” He gives you a smile, tilting his head to the side as he does. His fingers had slipped inside the waistband of your pants, and are now circling the lace fabric of your panties.

You feel yourself clench around nothing as his fingers tease your core. You let out an involuntary moan, rutting your hips down against his touch. He gets the hint and shimmies your jeans down your legs, and you slip out of them after quickly taking your shoes off. You meet his gaze again as he tugs his jeans down slightly, pulling his cock free from the thin fabric of his boxers.

And - oh my god - he’s fucking huge. Thick and long with a dripping pink tip. You swallow, hard, and you swear you feel your mouth start to water. Suddenly you can’t figure out how you’ve survived this long without him, and you certainly won’t be able to after this.

“Get on your fucking knees, babydoll” he purrs, lips inches away from your ear.

You oblige, of course, settling yourself so that your pussy rests on the toe of his combat boot, aching for whatever friction you can get. You take his cock into your mouth without further instruction from the rockstar, and he inhales sharply above you.

“Fuck, baby, shit-“ Eddie groans, collecting your hair in one of his hands and tugging, his cock twitching slightly in your mouth.

“What, big shot, can’t handle it? Should I tell the press that Eddie Munson of Corroded Coffin comes three seconds into a blowjob?” you tease him, but you can’t ignore the way your head spins at his praise.

“Shut up and fucking suck it, sweetheart- I can handle it.” He hisses.

You don't need further instruction. Your tongue works on his cock, licking a stripe up his length and then kitten-licking the tip. Eddie’s seeing stars as you engulf him entirely in your mouth once again. You go at it for a while before he feels you rutting yourself against his boot.

His laugh is devious, wicked. “So desperate for me huh, sweet thing? Gonna get yourself off while you suck my cock, baby?”

You want to retaliate, taunt him back, do anything to make yourself seem like more than a pathetic fucking whore for him, but you’re dripping through your panties and the friction is so, so delicious you can’t stop your movements. Warmth is beginning to pool in your stomach and you need this release. You take him as deep into your mouth as you can, his tip practically nudging the back of your throat, gagging around him. Eddie thinks he might die, seriously, this is it for him. ‘Rockstar Dies In Supply Closet With His Dick Out’ he can see the tabloid headlines now. He tugs your hair and holds your head still as he starts to fuck into your mouth, reveling in the moans and mewls you let out beneath him.

“Shit, sweetheart, you feel s’fucking good around my dick-" he grunts, throwing his head back as he picks up his pace. "Go ahead and touch yourself for me, sweet girl. I know you need more." He says roughly.

You happily let him throat-fuck you as you tug your panties down slightly, bringing a hand down to allow your fingers to rub harsh circles into your clit. You feel yourself getting closer, a coil tightening more more more as he fucks into the heat of your mouth. You can sense his movements getting erratic, and you glance up to look at his face. He's delirious, so fucked out, and you feel as if you could melt into a puddle right here at his feet as you watch him.

“I’m gonna fucking cum, sweetheart, shit- you want it in your mouth?” He asks you, brown eyes blown out wide as he awaits your response.

You nod, mouth too full of him to speak, and you squeeze his heavy balls in your free hand as he thrusts faster faster faster into your mouth. He lets out a strangled moan as his cock twitches, ropes of hot cum coating your tongue. You quicken your pace on your aching clit and it doesn't take long for the coil in your stomach to snap. You cum all over your fingers and Eddie's boot that still rests beneath you, as he finishes riding out his high above you. He watches you as you swallow his load and he silently swears to himself he’ll do whatever he can to have you like this more often.

“Fuck, baby, you soaked my shoes huh? You okay?” He asks you tenderly, grabbing your arms to pick you up off the floor and steady your shaking frame. You nod, collapsing against him, head pressed to his chest. The two of you stay like that for a while, listening to each others heavy breaths before Eddie finally breaks the silence.

“I’m sorry for being a dick about having you on the song, okay?” He says, his voice softer and far more unsure than you've ever heard it. “You made it better- I really fucking mean that.”

“I know I did.” you reply, shifting to meet his gaze, and he smiles at you. “A few more rounds of this," you gesture around the two of you, "and I think you’ll have made it up to me” you smirk at him.

“Alright, sweetheart, same place same time tomorrow?” Eddie teases, and you laugh. That’s a sound he thinks he could get used to.

•••

When the two of you walk back into the recording room, Eddie's neck littered with hickeys and mascara smudged around your eyes, no one says a damn word.

"'Honeycomb' take three anyone?" Eddie asks.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem reader #rockstar!eddie #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fanfic #rockstar!eddie x rockstar!reader

[tteokdoroki]

— PRISSY KITTY + cat hybrid!katsuki bakugou.

↳ warnings: fluff, cat hybrid!bakugou, a lot of cat traits, he’s the snooty kind of cat, bath time !!! inspired by this doodle by the beloved @miggiisdumb ilysm miggi hey hehe !! pls go check out her art i love her <3 m.list ♡

“katsuki! where are you?” 

his ears prick up, hearing the anger in your voice before he sees it, tail swooshing behind him as if he’s scoping out how far you are. katsuki is in trouble, he knows that from the tone you carry— you’re probably going to scold him for something he didn’t do, he can simply too no wrong. cat hybrids are too sophisticated for that— katsuki isn’t some stupid slobbering mutt like kirishima, nor is he some dumb, useless bunny like deku. katsuki comes from a long bloodline of perfect ( purrfect ) and purebred Norwegian forest cat hybrids, regardless of that— his kind was once beloved by gods in many different countries. 

he didn’t get scolded, he got worshipped, treated like a deity, adored, praised—

“katsuki! god damn it! i know you’re in this apartment! quit hiding from me.” 

he was going to be in big trouble.

shoulders raised as if he’d flinched, the blonde clicks his tongue and stands from his seat curled up on your couch— ignoring the amount of fur he’d left there. you would clean it up later, and he would remind you to brush him out too. “what woman? whaddya want?” bakugou yells, voice thick with sleep and slightly slurred, after all you had disturbed a cat nap.

cream orange-ish ears twitch as you throw your keys down onto the glass table and enter the main living space in your apartment, the cat hybrid narrowing his gorgeous ruby eyes at you in narrow slits as if you had interrupted the tranquility in his home. “don’t you look at me like that!” you huff, dishevelled from work. “you live in my apartment rent free. you better know who you’re talking to— oh don’t you hiss at me katsuki. i’m serious.” 

he does it anyways, the pink of his gums showing as he scratches at his neck— the bell on katsuki’s pink collar jingling. “what?” 

“did you get into my makeup again, katsuki?” 

bakugou’s face scrunches up immediately, tail swishing only once and ears tilted your way. “no.” he lies like it’s easy, but he’s also heavily offended. how dare you a mere human accuse him of such a trivial thi—

“oh yeah?” you raise a brow, pointing to his hands and the tip of his fluffy tail. “then why have you tracked black eyeshadow all over my house! why are your hands and tail covered in it— my makeup is not a toy!” 

a growl rumbles in bakugou’s chest, his bottom lip jutted out in a pout with a fang snagged over it. “s’your fault fer leavin’ that shit out! it was beggin’ to be touched!” he whines, uncharacteristically high for a grumpy ginger tom like katsuki bakugou. 

“and what about the pile of cat puke in the corner of my bedroom, katsuki? did you drink the milk again? eat the chocolate in the fridge?” 

“i was thirsty!” 

“my god katsuki, don’t you know that you’re allergic?” your eyes blow wide, hands on your hips as you march over to the prissy kitty to scold him some more. “i leave our food out where you can see it! we have bottled water in the fridge!”

he huffs, crossing his arms. “i don’t like the shit you buy! i miss the old brand!” 

“it was getting expensive, you damn brat, and besides you need to be more open at trying new things!” you’re near yelling at him now, voice laced with concern for your feline friend who just doesn’t know how to behave himself when you’re away. pinching the bridge of your nose, you back down and watch as the narrow slits in his ruby eyes turn wide, like galaxies. 

katsuki knows he’s done wrong and he’s too cute for you not to forgive him.

so you scratch behind his soft kitty ears, sighing softly. “you’re going in for a bath, kats.” you say exasperatedly, quieter now.

“you get water anywhere near me, and ‘m gonna kill ya, woman.” bakugou sneers, words dropping into a hiss that’s quickly sedated when you cup the back of the hybrid’s neck— as if you were grabbing him by the scruff. “h-hey!” 

“bathtime, kats. you’re not getting out of this one.” 

the water you run for him is warm, perfect for cats since anything too hot and anything too cold is sure to spook them. and although bakugou whines and hisses and pouts, he lets you strip him down with kisses and scratches under his soft chin— he squeezes your hand as you get katsuki to sink into your smaller-than-him tub full of hybrid safe soap and sponge him down. he yowls loud when you reach his hair, and go over his soft ears.

“yanno,” you start while leaning over the edge of your porcelain tub, smiling a little to yourself at the quiet purrs katauki fails at holding back. “i’m happy that i found you, that you let me take care of you.” the cat hybrid’s face stays long, but you see the heat rise on his cheeks and hear the intensity of his purring increase as he looks away from you. when you’d first met katsuki, the ginger tom had been a stray hybrid with scratches and bruises all over— abandoned within an inch of death and no one to believe in him. you’d saved him by taking katsuki in, by earning his trust over a few months…and in some ways, he’d saved you. 

made your working life a little less miserable by having someone who needed you to come home to.

“so i’m thankful to you,” you scratch under his chin again, and katsuki finally gives you a smile through his wet blonde locks, matted to his forehead. “even if you get on my last damn nerves.” 

“‘m thankful to you too, i wouldn’t be here without ya, i guess…” bakugou leans into your touch, blinking slowly as a sign of happiness and trust ( common in cats and their hybrid equivalents ). “but would now be a bad time t’tell ya i might have scratched up yer couch too? i don’t like how the scratchin’ post feels under my nails…” 

“god damn it, katsuki!” 

the blonde is lucky he’s such a cute, scrunkly kitty.

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[tf2-oneshots]

Dad spy trying to explain to scout that he is in fact his dad and not tom jones. Tomfoolery ensues. This is up to interpretation make of this ask what you will. Thank you, xoxo.

Using this as my first angst prompt sorry in advance!

Warnings: angst, abandonment, past bullying

Rating: Teen and up

Two dainty knocks land on Scout’s door. Must be Spy. When you work with the same eight guys for six years, you memorize how each one of them knocks on your door. Scout sets his comic book aside and sits upright on his bed. So much for a lazy Sunday.

“Come in.” He calls out. Spy opens the door, taking only a couple steps into the room. He peers around as if to ensure that no one else was present. She really wishes someone was here to avoid this.

“Scout, I would like to talk to you about something.” The door shuts behind Spy, but he doesn’t move. Like he’s frozen where he stands. God, how did her plan go? He thought of the millions of ways this could end, and only one was a good ending.

“Uh, okay? What is it?” Scout raises a brow. Usually, people only talk to him when he has a contract or did something wrong. On the rare occasion, its to move his motorcycle to another parking spot. Why does she look so emotionless?

Spy takes a seat on the edge of Scout’s bed. The man pulls his legs against his chest, giving her a bit of room. Everything feels so surreal. Maybe this is just a dream, and Spy will gasp awake in his bed when Scout throttles him. She really hopes it’s all just a dream.

“Tom Jones died in his 20s, Scout. You are aware of this, yes?” Off to a weird start. Scout prides himself in being the president of the Tom Jones fan club. He knows every single fact about the man down to the exact instruments he uses in every song. To not know how old his idol was when Merasmus broke his neck, according to the newspapers at least, would be unheard of.

“Uh, yeah. Too young to go if, uh, you ask me.” Spy nods. They can agree on that. Dying before 30 is tragically young for anyone, famous or not. She looks over to the younger man whose gaze is focused on a Tom Jones poster.

“Much too young. Too young to be your father as well.” He braces for a slap, but nothing happens. Scout stays silent. Maybe he didn’t hear her. Maybe he doesn’t want to hear. Spy takes a slow breath, back to staring at the wall.

“Scout, I…” It’s right there. Right fucking there on her tongue. He can taste the words begging to slip from his lips. Spy hates what a coward he is. She spent 24 years on the run, but the past caught up to bite her in the ass. Damn, does he wish he had a cigarette.

“I…met a woman in my youth. She had seven children, and I adored them. So much so that…we made an eighth. His name was Jeremy.” Damnit, damnit, damnit all! She always dances around with hidden meanings and half assed phrases. It seems that Spy’s own heart wears a mask.

“You…were that boy. Scout, I—“ As he turns to Scout, she sees the disgust on his face. His button nose scrunched tightly with eyes narrowed. Scout gets off of his bed, staring down at Spy.

“Don’t fucking joke about that.” His legs are shaking. Scout tries to breathe, but it’s short and trembling. How could Spy be so cruel to say that? Scout remembers how miserable being fatherless was as a child. He watched so many dads carry their sons into ice cream shops. He saw them in the stands wearing messy ties made in Home EC during sewing lessons.

It wasn’t just jealousy he suffered from. When word got out about Scout not having a dad, he was tormented relentlessly. He spent one Father’s Day getting shoved in a locker. That’s when he dislocated his shoulder and had to fend off an eighth grader with one hand. He really wishes his last oldest brother didn’t move on to high school that year.

“Scout, I have nothing to gain from a joke. You’re my son, and I’m so sorry for leaving.” Spy sighs, fighting the lump in her throat. She remembers the swarm of little boys around his legs, eager to meet their new baby brother. He still recalls sitting on the floor, chuckling as they surrounded him, leaning in to finally meet Jeremy.

“My dad’s dead.” That’s what Ma told him on his seventh birthday. Scout had grown curious as to why all of his friends had dads but not him. Not any of his brothers actually unless the handful of birthday cards in the mail counts. A couple with money and others empty without even a drop of ink written on them.

“I didn’t want to hurt you, so I told your mother to say that.” It was heartbreaking how unfazed Caroline was when Spy told her. She had endured it seven times before, so how painful could an eighth be? The only part that stung, she admitted, was that Spy bothered to stay. Even if only long enough to witness Scout’s first steps, he gave Caroline hope. Hope that maybe, just maybe, someone else could commit to the parent role.

Scout turns away, fists clenched before he grips his hair. Ma would never lie to him. She’s a good mother, and she loves Scout more than anything. She’d be honest if his dad was a deadbeat who was in over his head. All of his older brothers know what happened to their dads. Dead, arrested, second family, ran off, and so forth.

“Scout, please, I—“ Spy stands, placing a hand on his shoulder only for it to be shrugged off. Scout keeps his head down to stare at his feet. He gulps, eyes shut to fight back tears.

“My dad is dead.” That’s the truth. That’s the only truth. Scout won’t listen to anything else. His dad died when he was a baby. There’s a headstone somewhere in America with his name etched onto it. Scout will never meet him no matter what.

“…Okay.” Spy purses her lips. He nods, trying to understand how Scout feels. Maybe one day he’ll come around. Maybe he’ll stab her in her sleep. He wipes away tears and takes a breath before leaving the younger’s room. Some things are better left the way they are.

Poor Spy can we get an F in the chat -H

#team fortress 2 #tf2 requests #tf2 #tf2 scout #tf2 spy #angst #bullying mention #abandonment

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Kinktober Day 4

goddamn i know its supposed to be smut but i need to chill before i die. this is fluff with smut alluded to send me 50 bucks and i will do the actual smut part

Prompt: love bites/marks

Pairing: Nancy Wheeler x Robin Buckley

Fandom: Stranger Things

Robin’s eyes cracked open, the dim light creeping in from the windows enough to illuminate the bedroom. She blinked a few times, clearing the fuzziness from her eyes, looking around the room. 

It wasn’t her room, the walls too pink and the entire thing too clean, but she recognized the Tom Cruise poster on the wall, the small music box left open to show the little ballerina inside.

Something moved next to her, and an arm was thrown over her waist. Said arm was attached to one Nancy Wheeler, who was still asleep, facedown on her bed. Robin smiled at her, eyes tracing the curve of her spine, up to her shoulders and face. Years of not being allowed to look, to want, of her interest in other girls being deemed other and wrong, the taboo of it all still coiled tight somewhere in the back of Robin’s mind, but right now, watching Nancy sleep in the dim morning light, her skin peppered with small bruises from the night before, it made all those years of hiding vanish.

Nancy looked adorable when she was sleeping, the one arm slung over Robin’s waist curling around her, pulling her closer to her own body. Robin carded her fingers through her mess of curls, kissing her forehead softly. 

The shorter girl grumbled in her sleep, squirming in the tangled covers until she was tucked right next to Robin’s side, nose pressed to her shoulder. 

She could tell from the slight shift in Nancy’s breathing that she was waking up, and Robin kept playing with her hair until she blinked awake, eyes still half-shut as she looked up at Robin.

“Morning, sleepyhead,” Robin teased, kissing her. Nancy’s nose scrunched up adorably before she hid her face in Robin’s shoulder. 

“Too early to be up,” she mumbled, wrapping a leg around Robin’s. 

Robin chuckled, twisting on the bed to let Nancy curl up on top of her. “It’s almost ten, Nance. We slept over ten hours.”

Nancy’s fingers traced small patterns on her stomach, enough to make her skin prickle, going over the marks on Robin’s own body from the previous night.

It was moments like this that made all of the shame, the fear she had felt through her life vanish, the worry that someone might see them, or out them, swept away by Nancy’s gentle touches, the way her hair frizzed up from sleeping, the gentle glow of her skin in the light peeking through the shutters. Robin’s heart melted at the sight, and she sighed into Nancy’s head, wrapping her own arms around her girl. 

“I love you,” she murmured, inhaling the smell of Nancy’s shampoo. “So much, Nancy, I love you.”

Nancy’s face tilted up, and she leaned in to kiss Robin’s lips, gently. 

“I love you too,” she said, rolling onto her back and stretching. Robin smirked when she saw the dark bruises mottling her neck and chest, and Nancy saw her grin. “What?”

“You might want to wear a turtleneck today, nance,” she said, and Nancy’s eyes shot wide open. She scrambled out of bed, running to the mirror, and shrieked when she saw her skin.

“Robin!” She yelped, whipping around to glare at her girlfriend. “How am I supposed to hide these?”

“I don’t know,” Robin said, rolling out of bed to join Nancy by the mirror. Nancy was still poking at the marks when she wrapped her arms around the shorter girl’s waist, kissed the spot behind her ear that she knew would make Nancy melt.

And she did, leaning her weight back against Robin.

“But I like you having those marks,” she whispered, low and husky. “It’ll make sure you remember you’re mine.”

She felt Nancy’s heart rate pick up, and Robin smiled against her neck, kissing gently up and down the smooth skin, until Nancy was dragging her back to the bed.

“I’m going to make sure you don’t forget you’re mine, Buckley,” she said, and Robin grinned.

#kinktober 2022 #minors dni #smut #ronance #stranger things #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #robin x nancy

[encantoartdump]

Mirabel woke from her slumber with a tender stretch and rolled over to drape over the man she'd been married to for the past couple of years. She genuinely never thought she'd be so lucky to find someone perfecto for her. Where she was a little scattered and outspoken, he was calculative and quiet. He complimented her physically, emotionally, and spiritually. Her alma gemela.

What's more, is he had blessed her with the little one that was sleeping away in the bassinet next to her side of the bed. She was genuinely surprised Julieta hadn't snuck into her room this morning to take her grandbaby up to spend the quiet morning with her. Like she had done since she was born. Mirabel leaned her head on her husband's broad chest, feeling the warm skin against her caramel colored cheek. A sigh escaped her lips as his heart calmly beat in her ear. Oh how she'd come to adore this sound, she couldn't sleep without the steady thudding of his corazon in her ear. She gazed up at his sleeping face, smiling as his nose scrunched a bit... that's how she knew he was about to wake up. He had some tells that she'd come to learn through the years- what would she have done... if she'd never gone to the city? If she just... stayed behind like they suggested?

It wasn't moments that they'd come to the city when Mirabel wandered to a fountain area- hearing the sounds of the most beautiful guitarra she'd ever heard. Her papa could play... and Tio Felix was pretty good with the tiple. But nothing compared to this sound she heard. She clambered up onto the lamppost to look over the busy fountain area of the city, her hazel eyes scanning the sea of people to fall on the singular man sitting casually, playing a beautifully designed guitarra. Plenty of young city girls surrounding him and swooning to his musica... he paid little to no mind to these girls, and played simply with his ojos closed. The musica coming from his heart- through his fingers that danced across the strings.

Mirabel's sweaty palms torturing her once more as she slipped from her grip on the lamppost and tumbled off of it with a thud. The musica instantly stopped and the next thing she knew, she was being helped up by the young man. The bitter catty city girls beckoning him back as though female cats in their way with a tom around. Calling her a 'country bumpkin' and an 'underdeveloped ninny'. He simply ignored her and turned his eyes towards her, looking beyond his golden glasses, a reddish-brown eye and a green mismatched eye met with her hazels... and immediately the young Madrigal was putty in his hands.

"Are you okay?" She was snapped out of her daze, noticing the mismatched hues were staring down at her now, no longer closed in slumber. She turned a bit pink and nodded gently "just remembering how we met" He gave her a charming smirk and kissed her forehead tenderly "you imagined me without my color contact, didn't you." he teased her, she always did. She hated that damn thing- and was glad it was left behind in the city when he came to live in Encanto with her. She loved his unique ojos... and he knew it. "get out of my head Manuel Oscar Suarez-Rojas-Madrigal!" She giggled and lightly slapped her palm against his shoulder, pushing herself up to leave.

Manuel wrapped his arms around Mirabel's midsection and pulled her over to him like a ragdoll and kept her in place against him. "Not a chance, I want to always be on your mind- just as you are always on mine" He cooed with his silver-tongue. Mirabel turned a brighter pink and wiggled "Not in front of Melody, Manuel!" she laughed as he started peppering kisses up her neck "she's asleep she wont even kn-" and just like on cue... Melody began to fuss. "Told you!" Mirabel giggled, after all... a mother always knows.

#encanto #encanto fanart #mirabel encanto #encanto OC #mirabel fanart #Manuel Suarez #Melody Madrigal #Mirabel Madrigal #Strange- a tol City boy and a smol country girl #where have I seen that one before? hmmmm? #my god the skirt detail T_T #encantoartdump

[starkjoy]

That’s okay, thank you for writing such an amazing fic in the first place! Take your time ❤️ I’m excited but this is a good exercise for my patience haha take care 💓💓

Thanks so much! Below is a WIP snippet sneak peek to tide you over. (And for anyone who hasn't caught up yet, you can read the first three chapters here)!

Tom clears his throat. “Anyway, you were great,” he says before Greg can expose him further, pivoting back to a lighthearted spirit, favoring his giddiness over his melancholy. “Almost had me fooled,” he adds with an awkward chuckle. 

Greg’s expression falters momentarily before he spreads his smile further. “You were convincing too, man.”

“Well, our performances certainly won over the Academy. Speaking of, can you believe Connor made an appearance?”

“I know, man! Shocking!”

“Not ideal that we’re homeless, though,” he adds, hoping his tone provides levity to their otherwise difficult position.

The taller man blows air from his lungs. “Big time.” 

“Whatever, Greg. Once I lock in your promotion, you’ll be able to afford nicer than Kendall’s hammy downs anyway. Fuck that place!”

“Yeah, fuck that place! I mean, it was nice. But uh, now that I think about it, I always thought the countertops were perhaps not crafted to the utmost quality? Like, one time I spilled coffee everywhere and I swear you can still see the stain.”

“Mm.”

“What about you? I mean, you own your apartment with Shiv, right? Maybe we can flex the blackmail a bit harder, strong-arm her to drop that end of the bargain—”

Tom extends a calming hand. “No, no, Greg. Best not push our luck right now.” He sighs, slips his hand into his slack pocket. As much as losing his apartment daunts him, it’s hardly the first time the possibility has crossed his mind. He pushed his wife down the stairs—it was only a matter of time before her ghost appeared, exiling him from her halls to haunt them in peace.

“I’ll figure it out later,” he continues casually. “For now, I guess I'll pack whatever the fuck I can fit in my suitcases and wheel them back here like a bohemian vagabond.”

Greg blinks. He points a finger to the floor. “Here?”

“We already paid for the night, why waste the booking? We’ll extend our stay a few days until we find our footing.” Tom swallows, warm. “Unless you’d rather us find another hotel? Midtown’s not ideal long-term, obviously, but—”

“No, no,” Greg interrupts.“This is nice. It’s just, to confirm, it’s cool if I stay here too?” 

Tom cocks his head. “What, Greg, you think I’d let you rot on the streets? Did you forget everything I promised you an hour ago? Did my magical hands massage away the memory?”

“No, but I wasn’t sure if you were gonna make me stay in another room or something.”

Tom pushes at Greg’s shoulder, playful. “Of course you’re staying here too, asshole.” 

“Cool,” Greg says, cheeks rosier than before. “We’re safer together, anyway, right? Like, if Ken were to discover we’re already separate bedding, that would weaken our story. Can’t have trouble in paradise!”

“Right!” Tom doesn’t remind Greg that they’d booked a suite with only one bedroom and that one of them would be relegated to the pull out couch—that’s the least of their worries right now. “Exactly!”

“And might be quicker if we packed together? We could go to mine first, then yours after? If you’re amenable?” 

Tom thinks it would be quicker if they split up and packed independently, but he doesn’t have the heart to decline Greg’s thinly-veiled request for help. Plus, he doesn’t want to be alone while he stows his whole life into luggage, anyway. 

Tom chuckles. “Sure, silly string bean, we can pack together.” 

Greg smiles back, nose scrunched a bit at the affectionate moniker. “Shall we head out then, um…sweet…potato?” He cringes.

“The fuck, Greg,” Tom snorts, teasing instead of admitting he finds sweet potato fucking adorable.“That’s terrible. God deliver whomever you actually date.” 

The younger man rolls his eyes, toothy grin peeking from his smirk. “I don’t know! I tried. You’re so weird, man.” 

“You’re weird, asshole.”

“You’re weirder.”

“Go get your things, will you? I’ll call us a car.” 

#tomgreg #anon #ask #devil's advocates #my fic

[uppastthejelliclemoon]

prompt 15 with tumblexhestia please

beloveds 😌

that moment where your character just… looks. just looks at their love interest for more than five seconds and doesn’t understand why or how this earth can exist and the sun and moon exist and the sky can be an eternal source of happiness and yet this person right here can bring so much more warmth and comfort to them with just a single glance

For Tumblebrutus, it happened when he and Hestia were tucked away in their hiding place, giggling like kittens as they chatted.

"And then, Papa waved his paw, and Daddy's mane completely disappeared!" Hestia exclaimed, bursting into giggles as she fell back against Tumblebrutus.

The patched tom let out a snort. "That was why we didn't see Tugger for the entire day? I thought Munkustrap was going to have a conniption."

Hestia only nodded, still laughing madly. Her only attempt to stifle her laughter was to place her paw over her mouth, but her eyes still showed her mirth.

Tumblebrutus found the amused smile on his face melting away into something much softer, much more adoring.

He loved when Hestia laughed so hard she could barely contain herself.

Her eyes sparkled, glittering gold and ethereal blue, and her paw did little to mask the bright, uninhibited smile that threatened to split her face. Her nose scrunched up, as it always had since they were kittens.

Whenever she laughed and smiled, Tumblebrutus thought to himself that maybe, just maybe, he was getting a glimpse at what the Heaviside Layer was like.

Welcoming.

Warm.

Bright.

Beautiful.

As Hestia lifted her head to look at him, Tumblebrutus couldn't stop himself from pulling her close to his side, nuzzling against the spot just behind her ear.

It was the only spot where she was truly ticklish, and Tumblebrutus was lucky enough to be one of the few cats to know of the spot.

Hestia began giggling all over again, and Tumblebrutus laughed as well, wrapping both arms around his queen, pressing kisses to her cheek.

-

For Hestia, it happened during an attack from Macavity.

The Jellicles were shaken. It was one of the Mystery Cat's more vicious attacks, completely out of the blue with no warning.

Hestia had grabbed Jemima's paw, and the two queens tucked themselves into one of the higher hideouts of the Junkyard, watching as their fathers fought Macavity.

A stray blast of magic made their hiding spot shake, and Hestia let out a small yelp as she tumbled out

Tumblebrutus, who was still training with his brother and Munkustrap to be a Protector, saw her fall, and in the blink of an eye, he was running across the Yard.

"Etta!" he exclaimed, grabbing Hestia's arm and pulling her close.

Hestia glanced at him with wide eyes before twisting around, throwing a quick blast of magic towards a henchcat who had been creeping towards the unguarded young Jellicles.

Tumblebrutus tugged on Hestia's paw, leading her to a smaller hideout safely on the ground, and more secure. He placed himself at the entrance, hackles raised, and ears twitching for any sounds.

Hestia watched her partner, and her heart filled with so much love that it nearly felt as though it would burst.

Of all the cats in the world, Tumblebrutus had stumbled into her life.

His warm brown eyes blazed with protectiveness as he guarded the entrance to the hideout.

His patched fur, the fur that she adored running her paws through, was raised.

It was as though he was glowing, daring anyone to even try to attempt to get near Hestia.

Hestia moved forward, pressing her side against Tumblebrutus', and she glanced up to give him a soft smile. The smile she received in return was brighter than the sun, and filled with affection.

The two cats sat together, waiting for the attack to finish, knowing that, no matter what, they would be safe with each other.

#i love them so so much #cats the musical #tumblebrutus #hestia the hearth cat #tumbletta

[spidernerdsblog]

Request for MMIH. Maybe a blubr where Y/N sent Tom and the kids to do the shopping for dinner but they also buying a lot of sweets because Tom couldn’t say „no” to them

Match made in Hell (mob au series)

"Ok so your mum said to buy avocados, some spinach, green beans and broccolis." Tom went through the shopping list in his hand standing near the vegetable section in the supermarket.

"Bleh.. yucky!" Nailah who was perched on the shopping cart made a face instantly when she heard broccolis.

"What's wrong?" Tom frowned in confusion.

"Broccolis are yucky." she said scrunching her nose adorably.

"Leah is right, daddy." Nathan agreed to his sister, standing beside Tom.

"No, they are healthy." Tom corrected. "It will make you strong and smart."

"We are strong and smart." Nailah argued. "Ask miss Brenda she said I'm very good at math and Nate plays football so well."

Tom chuckled and said. "That is good but if you stop eating your veggies you won't be good in maths or football anymore."

"Fine." she pouted. "But can we buy some chocolates too?"

"Uh I don't think your mum will agree to that."

"Please daddy." Nathan and Nailah gave their best puppy dog eyes to Tom who might be the most feared mafia boss but even he can't win agsinst these two.

"Oh okay" he sighed smiling. "go on and get whatever you want."

After they came back you were checking the shopping bags and found a whole bag stashed with all kinds of chocolates.

"Tom!" you called.

"What is it darling?" he peeked his head inside the kitchen.

"I asked you to bring vegetables." You said sternly, planting your hands on your hips.

"And I did, see." he walked inside and showed you the small bag with vegetables.

"But why on earth did you bring so many chocolates and snacks?"

"Well" he scratched his head with a guilty smile on his face. "you see the kids asked for it and I couldn't say no."

"Really?" you raised a brow. "this is why I don't send them with you for shopping. You're way too gullible."

"Hey!" he protested slightly offended. "How can you say no to those faces?"

"You have to learn Tom." you knew Nathan and Nailah were also listening from outside as you added with a loud voice. "And when you get cavities and toothache from all those chocolates don't come to me then."

#tom holland #tom holland x reader #mob! tom holland #mob! tom #dad!tom #tom holland fluff #MMIH

[lonely-lost-soul]

Little Hope

(Platonic SBI Famliy x child reader)

Request 6: An imagine or Drabble about sbi family x reader where the reader is the newest adoptee to the family and it turns out they sleepwalk! They do random things like moving stuff around, talking to empty air, and can sometimes end up waking up nowhere near their bed. Just harmless shenanigans that might be spooky at first but are ultimately funny and endearing in a way. 

Requested By: @0melodydrifter0​ 

When Phil brought home a little girl wrapped in a blanket Wilbur was pissed, another child his father had adopted that Phil couldn’t take care of, another child that would end up being his and Techno’s duty to raise. However, something was different in his father’s eyes as he held the young girl close to his chest, 

     “Dad?” Wilbur murmured an eyebrow raised suspiciously high on his head, “What’s that?” He watched his father wince a little cradling the toddler closer to him, 

     “Wilbur...this is (Y/n). She’s going to be your new little sister.” Wilbur grits his teeth and felt rage flood through his veins again, not at the little one, no he couldn’t blame the child for his father’s savior complex. “An old friend of mine village was raided, he asked for my help but by the time I got there everyone was dead, everyone except her.” Phil moved some stray hair out from the kid’s eyes, “I couldn’t leave her for dead Wilbur.” Wilbur’s face softened a little bit, now wasn’t the time to argue with his father, especially since he had just lost a friend. 

      “Could I...see her?” He asked hesitantly as Phil knelt down beside one of his eldest, Wilbur noted the girl had flecks of (h/c) hair on her forehead, her face was covered in soot and ash, he noted she had the brightest (e/c) eyes he’s ever seen. She was quiet, very different from Tommy already, she reached up and touched the side of Wilbur’s cheek with a pudgy hand. The boy was done for after that, vowing up and down that he’d be the best big brother in the world to her even if it killed him. 

Much better than Tommy and Techno too. 

Speaking of the first time Tommy and Techno met you it was quite the experience. Tommy basked in the fact of no longer being the youngest member of the family and Techno was quick to remind him the being the middle child was far worse. Tommy had called him a bitch and Phil told him not to curse in front of his sister which he huffed at, swearing to Phil that her first word would be fuck. 

He got hit on the back of his head for that comment. 

Technoblade was indifferent about that situation, saying orphans were cringe and that you smelled bad, Wilbur was okay with both of these outcomes. As he stated earlier he was going to be the favorite brother whether you knew it or not.

By the time you were ten years old Wilbur’s wish had come true, you stuck by his side and were a quiet staple in his life. He also spoiled you rotten, he made you songs and snuck you cookies when Phil wasn’t looking, he’d do anything to see that smile a smile on your face. However, much to his displeasure it seemed that both Technoblade and Tommy were encroaching on his little happy bubble with his sister. 

It started with Technoblade, he noticed you following him around more often than not. At first, the hybrid was annoyed, he’d lock you out of his room and force you away by threatening to cut off your fingers if you didn’t leave him alone. However, that only made you cry and it made Techno panic if Phil heard you crying he’d be a dead man, and if Wilbur heard he’d be double dead. He began to try to hush you frantically, you didn’t calm down until he stated he would hang out with you a little longer. It shut you up immediately, oh you were a sneaky little shit, he could respect that. He decided he read to you if that was alright, you nodded eagerly, and he carried you into his room. You were a kid of few words and Technoblade could respect that, he pulled out a story about some of the ancient Greek Gods and Goddesses. Figuring the Art of War was probably too much for a ten-year-old, surprisingly he enjoyed himself. You were eager to learn and enjoyed the stories way more than he thought you would, okay maybe you bonded just a little. He had taken to calling you Moirai the greek goddess of destiny, not only that but Technoblade had started bringing you gifts from his adventures, something he never did for anyone else.

Therefore Wilbur was feeling VERY threatened and Technoblade LOVED it. 

However, while the both of them were having their little pissing contest they didn’t notice their younger brother swooping in to join the fight for your attention. As the eldest were at war with themselves, Tommy had taken to sneaking you out of the house to cause trouble by his side. After all, no sister of his was going to be boring like Wilbur and Technoblade, she was going to be as awesome as he was if he had anything to say about it. So when he snuck you out one night against their wishes when they were too busy to notice he decided to take full advantage of that opportunity. He adored hearing your enthusiastic giggles as he tore through the forest with you on his shoulders. 

You were typically a very quiet child, so to hear you laugh because of him made Tommy preen with delight. Your fingers were twisted in his blonde locks as you steered him like a horse, it hurt like hell but so long as it kept you steady he really didn’t mind. 

The joy didn’t last long because Wilbur and Technoblade had found them not soon after he escaped their clutches. Techno plucked you off his shoulders and held you in his arms, you let out a little whine of disappointment and Tommy frowned,

     “Oh come on Technoblade don’t be an asshole!” 

     “Don’t curse in front of (Y/n), Tommy.” Wilbur hissed hitting him on the back of his head, “you can’t just run off with her it’s dangerous!”

     “I can protect her just fine you bitch!” 

     “Oh please, you can barely protect yourself.” Technoblade scoffed as you began to play with his pink hair, hating the tense atmosphere. Tommy snarled at his brother and moved to punch him in the chest but Techno was quick to sidestep them, “nice one genius.” 

     “FUCK OFF!”

You let out a displeased whine and covered your ears at the volume Tommy shouted, 

      “Shut up Tommy,” Wilbur hissed “You’re way too loud and you’re upsetting her.”

     “WE WERE HAVING A LOVELY TIME UNTIL YOU FUCKERS RUINED IT!” 

     “Tom-Tom please shush,” You pressed a finger to your mouth in distress, mimicking a hushing movement. His face faltered, his voice lowering in volume as he apologized softly towards you. “Thank you,” a big smile spread across your lips, and all three brothers visibly relaxed.

     “Alright little one,” Wilbur spoke tenderly running a hand through your hair his heart-melting a little as you nuzzled against it. “Let’s get you home, it’s way past your bedtime.” You groaned in distaste falling against Techno’s shoulder with a soft thud, the man chuckled softly as all three brothers walked back home. 

It was about two months after that when your happy facade came crashing down around you, it had been a particularly rough day. Everyone seemed to be busy with one thing or another and you were left to your own devices and thoughts. They all came rushing back to you, the memories of the day your village got raided and your bio parents passed away. Wilbur was the first to notice something was wrong and had asked Phil to check up on you, so when Phil finally got around to ask what was wrong you burst into tears. That’s when they discovered you apparently remembered more of the incident than you let on. It broke their hearts to see you so upset over something you had no control over, but like everyone else in their family of misfits, you blamed yourself for simply surviving the tragedy. 

They had made sure to coddle you the rest of the day, Technoblade had made sure to make you your favorite food for dinner. Phil and Wilbur tried to keep you busy with music and potion brewing and Tommy played some discs to help you fall asleep. You did so smiling and his heart soared, point to Tommy for getting you to fall asleep with a smile. 

Your found family had gathered that night to discuss what they should do with you moving forward. Phil had declared they all do their best to keep you distracted the next few days, preferably in shifts if that was needed. Wilbur offered to spend the morning with you, he wanted to visit Niki and Sally and both of them loved you if anyone would cheer you up they would. Tommy offered the afternoon and he could bring Tubbo over and you all could play soldiers, Techno said he’d handle the nights with Phil. 

Everyone settled into bed to get a much-needed rest, out of all the brothers Technoblade was the lightest sleeper. So when he woke up in a cold sweat with you standing over his bed he almost shit himself. You had a glassy look in your (e/c) eyes, 

     “(Y/n)? What are you doing? Do you know how late it is?” Technoblade scolded reaching out to grab his glasses, you didn’t respond to him which made his nose scrunch up. “Did you have a nightmare?” His voice got quieter as he reached out to cup your cheek, still no response from you. “Kid?” He sat up as you turned away from him to wander back out the door, “what just happened?” He murmured scratching under his chin, he’d have to bring this up tomorrow. 

Wilbur was concerned and immediately wanted to seek a doctor, especially because you had no remembrance of the event. Phil ran a hand through his hair in thought, “could it be sleepwalking?” 

     “(Y/n)’s too cool to sleepwalk. What the fuck do you mean?” Tommy scoffed and you frowned eyebrows furrowing together. 

     “Well it makes sense, doesn’t it? She doesn’t remember walking around but it clearly happened. Hopefully, it was only a one-off occurrence and she’ll never do it again.”

      “Is it bad if I do?” You whispered shuffling on your feet suddenly self-conscious, “Tommy doesn’t seem to think it’s good.” They all glared at the teenager who winced and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. Phil knelt down in front of you and cupped your cheeks with his hands, 

     “It’s not bad. We just have to take some extra precautions for you is all, it’s perfectly normal especially after the trauma you went through.” You bit your lip and nodded within his hands, “Tommy’s an idiot-”

      “Hey!-

      “That doesn’t make you any less of a person and it doesn’t make you any more abnormal either,” Phil assured as Techno began snickering behind him, he turned his head to shoot him a look.

     “What? It’s just funny assuring her she’s normal when no one in this house is normal.” Technoblade waved his hand, “we’re all a bunch of misfits- don’t give me that look you know it’s true. Half of us are hybrids and the other half are gremlins,” He motioned to Tommy again who made an indigent sound tired of being the butt of everyone’s teasing. “So she’s never gonna be normal, but she’s always gonna be one of us and we’ll kill anyone who even thinks about teasing her.” 

Phil smiled sheepishly sweat gathering on his brow, “Let’s not kill anyone Techno at least not now. Especially if they’re children.”

     “Now, now dad, Technoblade has a point.”

     “Wilbur.” Phil scolded as Tommy’s face lit up, 

     “Can I punch a child?” You burst into laughter at Phil’s horrified expression, 

     “No Tommy. No, you cannot!” 

     “It’s okay papa I give them explicit permission to beat anyone up who fucks with me!” You shouted and Tommy’s face once again lit up, he grabbed you out of Phil’s arms and held you close. 

     “You said Fuck! I’m so proud I’m teaching you so well!” He spun you around only causing you to laugh harder as the older members of your family glared at Tommy, “Now say it again!”

Wilbur plucked you from Tommy’s arms glaring at his brother, “No. No, she won’t say it again. That’s a bad word you can’t say it till you’re older.” A pout settled on your lips as you crossed your arms in frustration. 

     “But Tommy gets to say it all the time.” 

     “And he’s older.” Phil let out a chuckle at Wilbur's response watching you slump forward with a loud groan of absolute torment. 

You didn’t sleepwalk again until a few months later, everyone had relatively assumed it was a one-off occurrence and their watchful eye was lifted. In the meantime Tommy had started to maybe sort of sneak out; he had his bag all packed and planned to meet Tubbo in the park. They both wanted to go monster hunting on their own, it wasn’t their first rodeo but it still wasn’t something he was supposed to do without his dad's permission.

Tommy didn’t give a shit about permission though. 

Obviously. 

He grabbed his sword from its place in the living room, Tommy held it up with a wicked smile. It shone in the dim light and he could see the reflection of his face inside it, it must’ve been freshly polished. Tommy put his sword in its holster and turned around, immediately letting out a startled yelp slapping his hands over his mouth. You were standing behind him eyes glassy as you blinked blearily at him, 

     “(Y/n)?” Tommy whisper hissed glaring at you harshly, “What the fuck are you doing awake?” You didn’t respond, only walking past him reaching for a sword of your own, his eyes widened frantically and steered you away from the sharp weaponry. “Are you sleepwalking?” Tommy asked in mild concern before a smirk came across his face, “Guess I don’t have to worry about you snitching huh?” He slowly led you into Phil’s room opening the door and shoving you in before shutting the door. Tommy made quick work of grabbing everything else needed before heading out of the house to meet up with Tubbo. 

Phil woke up to you standing over him, looming, and it almost sent him into a heart attack. He knew immediately you were sleepwalking, “Oh honey...come ‘ere.” He pulled you into bed with him and watched your eyes drift close and snuggle up to him. At least you were safe with him, so long as you didn’t start unlocking doors and injuring yourself they could handle this. 

After telling the other brothers about the incident last night Wilbur was only growing more concerned about your sleep state. He offered to take you to the doctor but Phil brushed him off, saying that normally this thing sorts themself out on their own. Since he was feeling rather protective Wilbur slept in the living room the next few nights just to make sure you didn’t go wandering off. Plus, Phil seemed to not only approve of but also grateful for the idea; so long as the old man could get much-needed rest he didn’t seem to care. Another week flew by with no problems, and he decided to spend one last night in the living room just to triple-check you weren’t going to sleepwalk. 

He woke up to the sound of a hooting owl and soft banging against the wall, he tossed his hand over the back of the couch and he blinked blearily. Unlike his twin, he didn’t exactly have the razor-sharp reflexes that Technoblade was gifted with. Wilbur grabbed his glasses from the coffee table and shoved them on his face haphazardly. 

What was that noise? Did Tommy sneak out again? He turned towards the opened door and it took a few moments to process why the door was open. Wilbur scratched the top of his head in confusion before his eyes snapped open in blatant realization. He tossed the blankets off the couch and scrambled out the door. Bare footprints were made in the mud leading away from your house, tiny you sized footprints. 

Oh, he was so fucked. How long ago did you leave? Are you alright? It’s so cold and you weren’t wearing shoes.

Wilbur made sure to grab both of your jackets and shoved his feet in his boots before heading out the door. He saw his breath out in front of him and winced you must be so cold, hopefully, you weren’t dead if you were he was totally in big trouble. He followed your footprints until they stopped at the edge of the woods, he looked around frantically and anxiety prickled at his skin. If the trail went cold here there was no way he would be able to find you, what if you woke up in a completely different part of the SMP. Or worse yet what if someone kidnaps you and takes you away from them? 

He entered the woods calling out your name desperately even though you wouldn’t respond if you were still asleep. Wilbur adjusted his glasses noticing a soft trail of broken leaves, he decided it was his best bet to follow them. Eventually, he came to a bit of a clearing in the woods that led up to a large cliff, Wilbur’s heart sunk. He felt his breathing stop as he walked towards the edge of the cliff, slowly like he didn’t want to know if he thinks what happened to you, happened to you. At the very top of the cliff is when he saw it, the bracelet you always wore on your wrist it was made of gold and Technoblade had gifted it to you after an adventure he had with Phil. He pulled the jewelry close to his chest and let out a shaky breath, tears swelled in his eyes as he peeked over the edge of the cliff. The poor boy couldn’t even see the bottom, Phil would have to fly down and search it, he was going to throw up. 

     “Wilby…?” 

Oh god, he could still hear your sweet, little voice. 

     “What are you doing? Are you crying?”

Wait, that was your voice!

He whipped around to find you rubbing your tired eyes, your feet were bare and you were shivering. Wilbur tore through the bush and scooped you up in his arms, cuddling you close to him as he peppered kisses all over your face. “Ewww Wilby stop!” You said through giggles pushing his face away from your own, 

     “I’m so glad you’re alright. You were sleepwalking again, I thought…” His voice cracked a little as you tilted your head. You looked around his shoulder and eyed the cliff wearily, you nuzzled against his neck and squeezed him tightly. 

     “I’m sorry…” 

     “It’s not your fault.” He whispered against you, “let's get you home though alright? Want to have a sleepover with me?”

     “Please. I’m scared I’ll wander off if I sleep alone again.” Wilbur nodded, running his fingers through your messy hair. For a girl your age, it was important to make sure you get a good night's sleep. As he carried you back home you ended up falling back asleep in his arms, he had a lot of time to think. He couldn’t believe that a few years ago he had despised the girl in his arms, thought of you as just another stowaway Phil brought home. You had managed to melt his heart and worm your way into not just his brain but his other brother’s brains as well. You had brought so much joy and happiness into their lives. Before you entered their lives there was arguing every night. Tommy and Techno were always at each other’s throats, Wilbur wasn’t any better, to be honest, but then you were there and everything changed. They had to get along and watch their language around you, you weirdly brought them together. Made them better and he couldn’t imagine what their lives would be like without their little hope.

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[soulmate-game]

Not related to the other two Bio!mom Harley AUs that I did. Just... similar. I wrote this instead of sleeping, as per the usual.

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“I need your help.”

No accent, no threats of violence, no beating around the bush (figurative or otherwise). No fighting or unconscious bodies.

Just Harley Quinn with her hair down, no makeup, and completely serious, in the center of the Bat Cave. Even though her usual exaggerated Brooklynn accent (circa 1950s) had become a pretty inseparable part of her personality over the years, every now and then she forcibly stuffed it down and used her mostly unaccented voice. The one reminiscent of days with less colors on her face, a high bun, and a pristine white lab coat.

Every single one of the Bats and Birds present, fresh from an interrupted patrol thanks to her, could count the number of times they had seen Harley like this on one hand. Bruce would have the most recollections, but everyone else would have plenty of fingers left on said hand. So they all knew, especially when Bruce willingly pulled down his cowl so he could look Harley in the eye, that this was the start of something they were not likely to forget. And maybe their chances of survival were slim too.

“Harley,” Bruce’s voice was still gruff, seeing as he was still mostly Batman at the moment, but his eyes were soft. “Maybe you should tell us what you need help with first. And sit down. You look exhausted.”

Sure enough, there were dark circles under Harley’s eyes. She let Bruce-man lead her over to one of their debriefing tables and sit her down. She let out a huge sigh, her fingers tangling in her loose blond locks.

“I have a confession, and it isn’t gonna leave this cave, capiche?” The slight return of her accent relieved a little of the tension, but not much. Taking this as their cue, the rest of the bats spread out into their usual seats at the table. Bruce stayed near Harley, keeping a hand on her shoulder in silent support. Harley didn’t continue talking until he gave her a solemn nod in agreement. She gulped— an action that immediately returned the tension.

“... fifteen years ago, back when I was still with Joker, I disappeared off the Gotham scene for a few months. I’m sure a few of you remember,” she looked up, and a couple of the older vigilantes nodded. Really, Jason has still been Robin back then. But the memory stuck out in his head now that he was thinking about it.

“Yeah, you were breaking away from him a little bit, which was weird at the time,” Red Hood mused aloud, arms crossed. “I think you helped us out a couple times and did some of your first team ups with Ivy before you vanished. Then a few months go by and you were back in action with Joker, so we mostly ignored it as you just being you.”

Harley nodded. “Ah, my Ivy’s a lifesaver, even back then. She helped cover up the timeline by keeping me in action for longer than I should’a been without putting me at too much risk.”

“Timeline…” Red Robin spoke up, eyes huge even behind his mask. “You don’t mean—“

“Harley,” Bruce breathed, having also caught on. “You were pregnant?”

The air went still. Harley sniffed, eyes watering even as she smiled.

“Oh yeah. Shouldn’t have been possible, ya know? Me ‘n Joker being dumped in that damn acid should have made us both more sterile than an operatin’ room. But I knew I couldn’t raise a kid, so after she was born—“

“You kept her?” Damian interrupted, earning a gentle cuff over the head from Dick. Harley just snorted.

“Yeah. Not gonna lie, I thought about abortion. But the baby didn’t do nothin’ wrong, and I was still in love with Joker back then so I was ecstatic that I was able to make something new with part ‘a him in it. Still, I knew a baby didn’t deserve to be raised in Gotham. Especially not my baby, not with my enemies and history. Not with who her father was. I knew he’d never want her, never let me keep her. So I spent the last five months of my pregnancy lookin’ around for the best possible family to take her in. And I found them in Paris, France. A sweet couple, both of them bakers. Sabine, she’s both adorably sweet and super kickass. Comes from a Chinese family that is crazy about teachin’ their women martial arts. But nothing shady about it, I triple checked. Just bonding through kicking people in the face. Which is perfect, I wanted my baby to know how to defend herself. I knew she’d need those skills eventually. And Tom, that’s Sabine’s wife, he’s a gentle giant. Same size as Bane, but as harmless as a puppy and makes the best croissants ever. Seriously, the best.”

“Harley,” Bruce gently prodded, but there was a tiny grin on his face. Seeing her behaving so… so normally, so proud and reminiscent, was a rare treat. Bruce would be lying if he said he wasn’t proud of how far the woman had come. How she had freed herself and become a better person, mostly on her own.

“Right, right. The point,” Harley took a breath, rubbing her forehead. “I came clean to Tom and Sabine, but apparently they knew who I was the whole time. They just didn’t care— did I mention they are perfect? Anyway, once I explained everything, they agreed immediately to adopting my baby. They’d been wanting kids, but it would’a been too risky for Sabine’s health. That’s how I found them anyway, they were in the market to adopt. We named her Marinette. She took Tom and Sabine’s last names, hyphenated. We decided Quinn would be her middle name. And after that, I came back to Gotham and told myself that she was in good hands and I needed to forget about her. Cuz I was no good for her. I knew that. I went back to my old tricks. And then…” Harley chuckled, but it was self-depreciating.

“Then a few years passed, and I started breaking away from Joker for real. Then we broke up, I blew up Ace Chemicals while you guys were outta town doing Justice League and Young Justice shit. I started dating Ivy. And—“ she smiled softly at the table, clearly seeing something the rest of them couldn’t. “Then Ivy convinced me to go see her. Visit my baby, see how she’s been. And I did. Marinette was seven years old, but damn it to hell she was gorgeous. And say whatever you want about me and Joker— most of it will even be true— but neither of us are stupid. And she inherited all of our intelligence. All of it. She got my blue eyes. But she got his hair, which meant Sabine teased me relentlessly about ‘are you sure she isn’t that Wayne’s kid?’ And don’t make that face Bruce, you’d be lucky to have a kid half as beautiful as my Mari-pie. No offense, Damian. Anyway. Anyway, this is the important part. Or part of it.

“She sat there and listened to everything I had to say. Everything. A little seven year old, who could barely understand English at the time, and she listened without interrupting once. She never threw a fit, she wasn’t angry or confused. I told her about the things I’d done in the past— well, G rated versions— and she didn’t care. She called me Momma Harley right away, said she wanted to meet Aunt Ivy sometime soon, and started telling me everything about her that I’d missed. From that day on, she became my sunshine. The light of my life, and I still call her at least once a week every week. When I disappear for a few days out of the city? I’m visiting her—“

“You’re banned from international travel, Harley,” Dick scolded, but he sounded way too amused for it to work. He knew she had her ways, anyway. Nobody could actually stop Harley damn Quinn from doing whatever she wanted.

“—Ugh, she tells me the same thing every time! Disappointed glare and everything. I don’t know how I gave birth to such a goodie goodie, but somehow I did. Not important though! The important thing is, I’m always the first to hear when something new happens in her life. And we had decided that she wouldn’t visit me in Gotham until she was at least eighteen, but apparently she disobeyed me— which I should have expected honestly— and entered you guys’ WE international scholastic competition.”

“Oh no,” Bruce pinched the bridge of her nose. “Marinette Dupain-Cheng? The contest winner?” He finally pulled out a chair and sat down. “The winner gets an all-expense paid trip to Gotham for them and their whole class.”

“Exactly!” Harley threw up her hands. “Mari told me last week, and I’ve been trying to talk her out of coming ever since. But she’s inherited both of our stubbornness too, and she isn’t budgin’ a bit. ‘Momma Harley, I wanna see you and Auntie Ivy though!’ And ‘Momma, Gotham’s nothing I can’t handle,’ or my favorite, ‘Maybe you’ll finally get to see me dropkick someone three times my size then, and I’ll prove it.’”

“So that’s what you meant by you need our help,” Tim said as he leaned forward over the table. “Joker just broke out of Arkham yesterday. You want us to protect her.”

“I’d prefer if one of you was with her outside of the mask too, as often as possible,” Harley confirmed. “I can’t stop her from coming here anymore, but I also don’t trust Joker for a second. As soon as he sees her, I’m afraid he’ll make the connection.”

“She looks like him?” Damian asked, scrunching up his nose at the ugly mental image of Joker as a teenage girl. Harley shook her head, solemn.

“She looks like a dark-haired mini-me,” she corrected. “She even keeps her hair in pigtails as her way of showing support for me. And I know Marinette can kick ass, Sabine’s trained her well. But Marinette inherited more than I’d like from me,” Harley ran a hand through her hair. “I didn’t notice it until she was thirteen. She got a crush on a classmate, and it was almost like watching videos of me back during the early days of— well, of Harley Quinn. Just without the crime and insanity. She didn’t even realize that she was almost stalking the poor kid until I pointed it out, and luckily I was able to put my doctorate to good use and we nipped that right in the bud ASAP. She never meant it that way, anyway. As soon as I explained things to her, she was horrified and immediately asked me to help her learn how to have a healthy relationship. That was a fun discussion,” Harley grimaced. “But she still gets attached to people really, really easily. Once she grew out of her crush on that boy, she adopted him as her unofficial brother. She already calls Selina “Auntie,” even though I’ve barely mentioned her to Marinette. She gets attached fast, and deeply. And I’m afraid that even after all the warning I’ve done, all the stories I’ve told her—“

“You’re afraid she’ll get attached to Joker just like you did,” Bruce finished for her, closing his eyes. “Because she knows he’s her father.”

“Yes,” Tears were slowly dripping down her face already, her hands curled into fists so tightly that her knuckles were paper white. “You know how he is. If he finds out she’s his biological daughter, he’ll immediately try to take advantage of that. And he’s far too good with his words for people like me and Mari. I’m worried outta my mind. Please. Help keep my baby safe from him.”

“We will,” Jason no longer had his helmet on, or the domino mask that he usually wore underneath it. All of them knew masks were merely formality with Harley nowadays. And he needed to look her directly in the eye so she could see how serious he was. “I can sign up as a bodyguard for the class. It won’t be weird, seeing as they’re tourists and this is Gotham. They also have several rich kids in their group if I remember right.”

Bruce nodded, agreeing with Jason. “That’s a good idea. I can lead the class on their tours of WE personally. That’ll serve the purpose of keeping an eye on her and shutting up the investors that keep begging me to make more public appearances for the sake of the company. Marinette’s name is already released to the news as the winner of the contest, so we can’t keep her out of the spotlight long. Tim, you’ll have to keep an eye on any and all pictures of the class. Try to erase or doctor the images with her in it well enough that connections between her and Harley can’t be easily made. Dick, you and Damian will be in charge of keeping an eye out for any activity from Joker. The slightest hint, and you notify all of us. We’ll decide on a case-by-case basis who is necessary to stick with the class and who goes after the clown.”

“She’s gonna sneak out of her hotel to stay with me and Ivy,” Harley admitted, bringing the (now slightly judgemental) attention back to her. She raised her hands up in surrender. “She didn’t tell me that, and I didn’t approve or suggest it! I just know my baby too well to not realize that that’s her plan. Could ya provide an escort?”

Bruce sighed. “This is gonna be an eventful month.”

#maribat #ml x dc #mlb x dc #soulmate-game #bio!dad au #bio!mom harley quinn #bio!dad joker #maribat fanfic #maribat fic #platonic Harley x Marinette #platonic Ivy x Marinette #platonic brucinette

[parkers-gal]

Hi. I was wondering if u could do a Tom x reader story where y/n will randomly show up on set of avengers with a bouquet of flowers and give them to Tom and the rest of the crew members are going on about how cute that is. I don’t know if u are still taking requests but if u are I would love to see this. Or where the reader will just randomly show up with cute little gifts for Tom and everyone thinks it’s super cute ?

hiii hope u like this :):

wc: 1.4k <3

something sweet

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The fresh scent of flowers wafts through your nose and brings a soft smile to your face. You’re outside the building that houses Tom, a small card and a bouquet of flowers in your hands. You’re merely dropping off a small message to Tom whilst he’s on set, just to let him know that you’re thinking of him.

You’ve been going out for about a month and a half, nothing exclusive and nothing labeled, but he’s the only person you’re going on dates with, and you’re the only person he’s going on dates with. It’s pretty exclusive, to be real.

And, it’s the second time this week you’re dropping a gift off at set for him. On Monday it was his favorite chocolate bar and a cute Spider-man pen, and today it’s a card and flowers. You’ve been dropping things off for about three weeks now. Even the security guards recognize you now.

Strolling up to the entrance of the building labeled “SET THREE,” you smile at the security man you’re approaching.

“Hi, Oliver.”

“Hey, Y/N. Here to see Tom?”

“Yep,” you smile and rock back and forth on your toes.

Oliver nods, says something into his walkie-talkie, and hands you a temporary pass to grant you clearance. “Tell the folks I said ‘hello.’”

You smile at the discreet mention of Tom and nod shyly. The electronic lock lights up green and the door unlocks. You swing it open, dress flowing while you walk through the familiar corridors. You pass Rachel on your way, and you give her a quick hug before continuing your journey.

By some chance of luck, you happen to reach set just as the director calls for a five minute break. Tom is pleasantly surprised to find you by his personal table set up in a corner of the room.

“Y/N?”

“Oh, hi,” you smile.

“Hey, darling. What’re you doing?” his hand goes to the small of your back, and he finally gets a glance at what you’re setting up on the table. A smile creeps up onto his face as he sees the fresh flowers resting on the table, and your handmade card standing upright. “Awh,” he looks at you with doe eyes. “Another gift?”

You shrug bashfully, and Tom pulls you closer so he can kiss your temple.

“You’re so sweet.”

You scrunch your nose up. “Maybe.” He giggles and you do too. “Just wanted to say hello before my lunch break ends.” Tom nods.

“‘M glad I got to see you.”

You mirror his smile. Unbeknownst to both of you, the lighting crew is discussing how cute the two of you are, and how ridiculously sweet you are. They’ve kept mental records of the gifts you’ve given Tom. Even if it’s just his favorite tea order and some banana bread, they all find it romantic. Even the directors find it adorable. It seems as if the entire crew thinks your relationship with Tom is the epitome of romance.

“Okay, well I should be heading out.”

“Okay,” Tom smiles. “Drive safe, okay?”

You hum and nod, and Tom gives your temple one last kiss before he’s waving you out.

And then, you repeat the same thing two days later, on Friday. You’d gotten off work early, thanks to your boss, so you decide to be extra special today and pick up a fresh batch of cookies from your favorite bakery downtown, perhaps maybe the entire crew could use a little snack. You manage to get Tom a coffee order and a small fidgeting toy to distract himself.

You find Oliver outside the entrance as always, and he’s delighted to see you again.

“Back again, Y/N?”

“You know it,” you smile before your eyes light up. “Oh! Can I offer you a cookie?” You open the package and hold out the assortment. Oliver’s face lights up and, with a grateful smile, he takes one and a napkin.

“Thanks, Y/N,” he smiles as if you’ve been longtime friends, and the feeling makes you warm in happiness. “Here’s your pass. Tell the crew I’ve said ‘hello.’’ You nod again and you walk through the door that Oliver has so nicely opened for you. Strolling through those same corridors, you don’t pass many people, which is only peculiar on the days that aren’t busy. So, as you reach the end of the hallway where the set door is, you find the red light above the door blinking rapidly, telling you that they’re in the middle of an important scene. You wait only over a minute before the light dies out and you open the door.

Rachel is the first person you see, and she smiles at you tiredly. You’re guessing it’s been a long, slow day. Arriving at the food table, you notice how bare it is, also assuming that the snacks have run low as the day had gone on.

You smile when you see a new vase set up as if someone was expecting new flowers to come in. You pluck one from a vase on the far end of the table, place it in the vase, and set up the freshly baked cookies. You lay out the napkins with a smile, and Rachel comes over to you just as you’re finishing up.

“Hey, Y/N. Tom’s been pretty busy today.”

“Oh! That’s okay,” you grin. “These are for everyone.”

“Aw,” she glances down at the delicious-looking desserts. “Then count me in. May I?”

You step aside so you’re not blocking the platter. “Be my guest.”

As you step aside, your foot hits a chug of unopened lemonade, and you find the dispenser empty. Connecting the dots, you reach for the lemonade, and with minimal assistance from Rachel, you refill the lemonade dispenser.

You’ve been onset for about ten minutes now, and over fifteen people have already plucked their cookies. Still, no sign of Tom.

“No work today?”

“Got off early,” you tell her. She nods.

“How jealous I am.”

You chuckle and rub your arms. “Seems pretty harsh down here.”

“Eh,” she shrugs. “Just slow.”

Just then, the scene ends and Tom is striding towards the food table.

“Thank god the lemonade is ref- Y/N!” He practically runs over. “What’re you doing here?” Both of his hands grab yours.

It’s occurred to you that you’re standing in front of the platter of cookies, so you once again move to the side so Tom can see them. “Just dropping something off.”

“You’re so sweet,” he pouts. “You didn’t have to get that for everyone.”

“Eh,” you laugh, “looks like you all could use something sweet.”

“I can’t tell if you’re talking about the cookies or yourself,” he nuzzles your nose.

“Yo, are those cookies?” Matthew from soundcheck interrupts.

“Yup,” Tom smiles proudly. “Y/N brought them in.”

“That’s dope. Can I have one?” He looks at you, and you nod with a laugh.

“Of course.”

“That’s so nice,” he waves at the two of you. “Off to work again.”

“Have I mentioned how much I love having you on set?” Tom grips your hands a little tighter. You smile at the boy.

“No, you have not.”

“Well, I think everyone agrees with me when I say you’re a great person to have around.”

“Is that so, Holland?” You tease. He rolls his eyes.

“Yeah, yeah. Just sayin’ thank you.”

“I know,” you pull him in so you can hug him.

“Thank you,” he says softly.

“Maybe this means you can finally ask her to be your girlfriend,” Rachel cuts in.

Tom’s mouth drops open in unamusement and you laugh at him. Rachel shrugs sheepishly, knowing she isn’t wrong.

“Now, now,” you usher her, “He’s still flowering. Let him go on his own pace.”

The two of you burst out into laughter and Tom scoffs at the fact that you’re ganging up on him.

“Whatever,” he says, pulling you in so he can kiss your forehead. “I’ll see you tonight, girlfriend?”

Your grin widens. “Okay… boyfriend.”

#tom holland fic #tom holland fluff #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #tom holland imagine #tom holland oneshot #tom holland blurb #tom holland fluffy imagine #tom holland fanfic #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland fics #fic #fic rec #tom holland fluffy #tom holland x reader insert

[ptergwen]

hi val can you maybe write something about the reader being dared to kiss peter/tom/arvin (you choose) since her friends knew that she has a big crush on him, but once she did he seems disinterested after which makes her sad, but what she doesn't know was after she kissed him, he practically runs to his friends freaking out that the girl he's had his eyes on this whole time just kissed him??

kiss and tell

w/c: 1.8k

warnings: like one swear and awkwardness

a/n: yeeee i went with peter! this is adorable :,)

“i can’t!” you scold betty and her annoying smirk. you’re bored at lunch, so liz suggested the three of you play truth or dare. you’d made the mistake of choosing dare. in your defense, betty is the nosiest person in all of midtown, so you thought you were dodging the bullet and guarding your deep dark secrets. how could you have known she’d make you do... this?

“that’s so, like, forward. he’s gonna freak out.” you glance over at peter’s table to see what he’s up to before you possibly scar him. he’s laughing along at a heated conversation ned and mj are having. the way his face lights up, and his eyes crinkle as a smile crosses his features, it gives you butterflies throughout your whole body.

“in a good way,” liz grins her most charming grin at you. it’s not working this time. you roll your eyes up to the ceiling. “i thought you liked him,” betty huffs, gesturing over to peter and keeping her eyes on you. “all you do is talk about how he’s so cute and smart, and his lips look so soft-“ “i never said that!” you look at her with wild eyes. liz bites her lip to hold in a laugh. “the last part, i mean,” you clarify in a murmur.

liz puts a hand on you and pats your shoulder knowingly. “you’ve probably thought it, though. i’ve seen you checking them out.” there have been quite a few times your gaze has landed on peter’s lips, watching them curve while he talks to you about some new science theory he’s excited to share. you end up zoning out and pretending you retained any of what he said. betty puckers her own lips at you.

“you wanna kiss him,” she insists in a sing song voice, resting her chin on your other shoulder. “i’m doing you a favor.” “you’re really not gonna change the dare?” you sigh, your friends leaning on you in support. liz taps your cheek. “so, you don’t wanna kiss him?” “there’s no way,” betty comments from your side. “no, i...” you start, focusing in on peter again.

he meets your eyes across the cafeteria. his smile fades slightly, then a shy one is replacing it, ned dragging him into his and mj’s debate. you turn back to liz and betty.

“i do, but do you think he wants me to?” you ask them both, and they share a you have to be kidding look. “only one way to find out.” liz gives your shoulder a nudge. betty beams at you. “i triple dog dare you now, so you have to.” considering your options, you bounce your leg up and down. you’ll either get the nicest rejection ever from peter or a kiss back. you can handle this.

“ok, i’ll do it,” you decide, betty clapping her hands and squealing. liz throws an arm around your neck. “yay! i love love.” “let’s calm down,” you giggle so she doesn’t get too carried away. you and peter haven’t even established that you like each other. “i’m calm, i’m calm. do you need to borrow chapstick?” she offers, betty simultaneously pulling a tube out of her purse. “or lip gloss?”

you’re appreciating their over involvement now.

“both,” you breathe out, letting them get you ready for your big kiss.

liz and betty send you good luck wishes in a hushed tone while you make your way to peter’s table. mj went to get a snapple, and ned went with her so they could continue whatever argument they’re in. that left peter by himself. it’s almost like this is meant to happen.

“hi,” you greet peter, making him look up at you with raised eyebrows. he notices right away that your lips are shiny, more so than usual. a color that you always seem to bring to his face takes over his cheeks. “hey. you wanna sit?” he gives you a small smile. you return it. “yeah, sure. thanks.” instead of taking the bench across from him like he assumed you would, you find your place next to him.

he doesn’t mind.

“how’s your day been?” you wonder, body turned towards him while he answers. peter scrunches his nose. “kinda busy. i got so much homework in spanish tonight, and i’ve been putting off this essay about...” you do the thing you do every time he goes off on a sort of tangent, watch his lips. lucky for you, that’s the whole point today. “i don’t know. all i have so far is the intro-“

you cut peter off with a kiss. liz and betty cheer to each other the second it happens. peter doesn’t move, only freezes up as you press your glossy lips to his and grab his shoulders. it takes a few seconds for you to realize he’s not kissing back. his arms are stiff at his sides, eyes wide in shock. absolutely humiliated, you pull back, moving as far away as you can.

“fuck, i’m sorry. i should’ve asked you first,” you apologize, voice shaking. you’re already getting to your feet. peter blinks a few times, grounding himself back in the moment. “no, no. it’s okay. i-“ “that was weird, i know. you don’t have to lie or make me feel better.” he furrows his eyebrows, in a way that seems regretful even though you’re the one who messed up. “i’m trying to tell you, y/n. it’s fine. we-“

ned’s voice fills the room, making you snap your head in his direction. him and mj are coming back. you need to get out of here before you embarrass yourself even more.

“i’m gonna go. i’m sorry,” you mumble out, running back to your table, where liz and betty are instantly asking what’s wrong and if you’re alright. peter licks his lips that are now coated in your gloss and clenches his jaw. he’s pissed. not at you, at himself. it’s clear because mj brings attention to it when she sits down.

“what’s up with your face?” she narrows her eyes at him, popping the cap on her snapple. ned elbows peter in his spot next to him. you were just there less than a minute ago. “you okay, dude?” he checks. “no.” peter closes his eyes in frustration. “what’s wrong?” ned kicks mj’s foot under the table so she’ll stop making out with her drink and help him.

“i... y/n kissed me,” peter admits, sounding oddly upset about something everyone knows he’s been hoping would happen. “she what?” ned gawks. “isn’t that a good thing?” mj points out. “you love her.” “like her,” peter corrects and chews the inside of his cheek. “whatever. shouldn’t you want her to kiss you?” she takes another sip of snapple, passing this off to ned.

“yeah...” is all ned says. he awkwardly rubs peter’s back while mj tries not to snort. “that’s not the problem. i didn’t kiss her back, and she took it as me not being into it,” peter shakes his head as he recounts your weird moment. “which i was,” he tells them for the record. ned makes a funny face at him. “so why didn’t you kiss back?” “no shit she ran away,” mj mutters to him. she saw that part.

“because i wasn’t expecting it!” peter frowns at his friends’ reactions and at what he did. “you guys know how much i like y/n. i can’t believe i screwed this up so bad.” mj squints in mock confusion. “i can.” she quickly drops her sarcasm for encouragement after that. “ok, seriously. just go find her and apologize.” “maybe kiss her this time,” ned chimes in.

“if she really likes you, she’ll get it.” mj smiles genuinely, nodding back at your table. ned gives him a push forward. “you got this, dude. come tell us all about it after.” a rush of confidence enters peter from their advice. he’ll fix this. “thanks, guys. here i go.” he shoots up from the table, ned and mj getting back into their debate once he’s out of sight.

betty is hugging you way too tightly when peter gets over there. she goes on about how much peter sucks, overcompensating because she’s the reason you kissed him. you only hum in response. you don’t have the heart to tell her you blame yourself. only liz notices peter come over, so she talks on your behalf. “oh, hey,” she says drily. “hey. can i talk to y/n?” peter gets out, twiddling with his thumbs nervously.

she has to decide if she’d rather go into protective friend mode or let him. from your unenthusiastic responses to betty’s hate rant, she figures you’d like to hear him out.

“come on, betty,” liz takes her arm suddenly, betty trying to pull it back. “what? why?” “i’m gonna buy you ice cream. let’s go.” that’s her cover. peter shoots her a look that says thank you, liz pressing her lips into a line and dragging betty along. betty sees peter standing in front of your table and glares at him, liz walking faster. you don’t get the chance to ask them where they’re going because they leave so fast.

the bench dips down on one side of you, making someone’s prescense known. you’re surprised to find it’s peter. you talk first.

“if you’re gonna apologize, don’t. it was my fault-“ “you never let me finish earlier,” peter interrupts, the hint of a smile on his face. his clammy hand links with one of yours. “what were you gonna say?” you ask quietly, peter threading your fingers together. your heart is racing at the simple touch. “that i like you,” he replies at the same low volume. “and, that i wanted to try again.”

he’s sitting a lot closer to you than you realized. you welcome it, your hands in between you two on the bench. “i like you too... try what again?” you question, although you hope and pray it’s what you think. “kissing,” peter says what you were hoping and praying for. “wasn’t ready the first time.” you’re about to go into cardiac arrest as he rests his forehead on yours, curls brushing your face. a few broken up breaths escape him.

“can i?” he nearly whispers, warm hand still gripping at yours. “yeah,” you agree before your eyes flutter shut. he wastes no time, parting his lips and brushing them against yours gently, you reciprocating. he kisses as sweetly as he is, his free hand on your cheek and fingers careessing your skin. your other hand ends up on the back of his neck. you grin against him, lips detaching momentarily so you can engage him in another kiss.

peter doesn’t hesitate to kiss back this time, nose nudging yours as he moves in more. you tug on some hair at the nape of his neck and laugh into the kiss, reminding him you’re in school. he pulls back with a chuckle, but keeps his forehead on yours and your hands in each other.

“sorry. got too excited,” he laughs out, you leaning into his open palm. “i told you don’t apologize.”

liz and betty joined ned and mj at some point. the four of them are whistling at you and yelling out suggestive jokes. they’re too much. but, to be fair, you owe this all to them.

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[itsallyscorner]

Favorite Time Of Day

Pairing: Tom Holland x reader

Summary: Taking naps with Tom when you’re done with Zoom meetings for school🥺

Warnings: none :)

A/n: I literally thought about this during class and couldn’t stop thinking about it. I always take naps when I’m done with all my Zoom calls for school, so I thought why not make it into a fic? So enjoy my loves💖

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he’s so cuddly🥺

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You listened to your professor explaining the lesson at hand. This was your fourth and final class of the day, it was around 1 pm and you were finally feeling the drowsiness of waking up at seven in the morning. As a college student, you could have chosen later classes and save yourself the hassle of waking up so early. You were considering it, but decided to go with a morning schedule since you’d be able to get your classes over with earlier and have the rest of the day to yourself.

You continued to jot down notes from the PowerPoint your professor shared on Zoom, not really paying attention to what you were writing. You already understood the lesson, he had gone over it last week, but decided to dive in deeper to the material today.

Your professor’s words went through one ear and out the other. Your mind was too far gone to focus on the lesson, too busy thinking of the cuddle fest that’ll happen after your classes. After every school day you had at home, you were drained of energy to go on with your day so you took naps to recharge. Majority of the time your boyfriend, Tom, joined you. He didn’t go to college; he spent his mornings doing interviews to promote his new movie, having meetings for future projects, and sometimes reading through new scripts for upcoming roles. Though his work at home was probably less taxing than yours, he also felt the effects of the day on him once his tasks were done. So once you were both done for the day (work wise), the two of you would meet in bed, quietly talk about your days, and drift off to sleep in each other’s arms.

You felt the sleepiness ease off your body once you hear your professor begin to wrap up his lesson, “Alright, well that’s all I could fit into this meeting. We’ll continue on Wednesday and I’ll see you all then!”

You bid your teacher goodbye and leave the meeting. Before getting up and leaving your makeshift office in the dining room, you double check all your work and tidy up your things. When everything seemed finished and clean, you got up and stretched your limbs. A content sigh passes your lips as the tension from sitting all morning releases from your body.

You hear light pitter patters from around the corner before Tessa enters the dining room. Her doe eyes land on your figure, moving to approach you. You smile, leaning down to greet the staffy with open arms. She nuzzles herself into your chest while you give her scratchies and kisses all over her face.

“What have you been up to all day, darling?” You coo at her, fingers scratching behind her ears. Tessa makes a noise as if she were replying, “Hmmm, sounded like you’ve had loads of fun today, Tess.”

You stand straight on your knees and motion to the hallway that led to your and Tom’s shared bedroom. “How do you feel about a nap, hm? You’d like that wouldn’t you?” You talk to the dog as you lead her into the bedroom. You pass by Tom’s study on the way and hear him talking about Cherry. Interviews must’ve gone over time today, you thought to yourself. Not wanting to disturb his interview, you quietly pass by the room and enter the bedroom. You softly shut the door behind you and settle into the comfort of your bed.

You exhale, letting the softness of the pillows and blankets consume your body. The scents of you and Tom linger in the sheets; the first thing you smell in the morning and the last before you go to sleep. It was your favorite smell, though it might seem weird, the combination of yours and Tom’s natural fragrances was like another symbol of your love.

You snuggle under the sheets, which have grown cold after being abandoned all morning. Tessa follows suit, making herself comfortable against your chest. You didn’t want to drift off without Tom, so you occupied yourself on your phone for a couple of minutes. You ended up on TikTok, scrolling through your FYP, while your other hand rubbed patterns onto Tessa’s short fur.

A few minutes later, the door creaks open, capturing both your and Tessa’s attention. Tom pops his head from behind the door, the look of uncertainty immediately replacing itself with a smile when his eyes land on you and Tessa.

“There you two are. I went to check up on you in the dining room but you weren’t there. Then I realized Tessa was also gone so I checked the back garden and you both weren’t there.” He explains. He pulls off the knit sweater he wore for today’s interviews, leaving him shirtless in only his boxers and socks.

“We haven’t been here for long, just a few minutes.” You hum. Turning your phone off, you reach over to your nightstand and set your phone onto it. Tom lifts the covers and slides in behind you. His chest is flush against your back, causing warmth to fill your body. Tom presses a few kisses along your shoulder and neck before your lips capture his. He maneuvers his arms around you so that he’s holding both you and Tessa.

“Mmm, my girls.” He nuzzles his face into your neck, his fingers reaching out to scratch Tessa’s head. The dog may have grown fussy, not even a minute of being wrapped in your and Tom’s arms she wriggles her way out of your hold and hops off the bed. Instead she walks over to a cool spot on the hardwood floor and settles herself onto it.

“Teenagers.” Tom playfully scoffs. He rests on his elbow to look at Tessa over you shoulder, “I’ve raised you since you were a pup and this is how I get treated. No affection whatsoever.” He tsks at his dog, who responds with a huff. You stifle a laugh while Tom dramatically gasps, collapsing onto the mattress. A giggle bubbles out of you.

Turning around, you’re met with Tom’s face smushed into your pillow. “Always the drama Queen aren’t you?” You tease him, fully turning your body so that it’s facing him.

Tom expressed a smug smile, “Well of course, darling, I’m an actor after all.” You shake your head at his antics. Tom chuckles at you. His buff arms pull you in closer so you’re once again flush against his chest. Nimble fingers expertly sneaking past the barrier of your shirt and now lightly dancing along your lower back.

He stares at you with his warm brown eyes, they look at you adoringly shifting between different aspects of your face. You eyes, your lashes, lips, blemishes—he loved it all. You probably found imperfection in them but to Tom they were the little things that created you—and he adored them.

In the haze of each other’s arms again, your fingers found themselves running through the mop of curls that were on Tom’s head. They were like silk and you enjoyed the feeling of it between your fingers. One of Tom’s hands remove themselves from behind you to gently hook your chin between his thumb and pointer finger. He tilts your head toward him and slots his lips with yours. Your lips move naturally against each other’s. The kiss was soft and sweet, with no intentions of escalating into something more steamy. It was simply two people in love savoring the moment of being in each other’s presence. He never fully breaks a kiss without pecking your lips multiple times. He didn’t know when it became a thing, but he could never just kiss you without following it with a bunch of little mini kisses that made your nose scrunch up and the cutest giggle to come out of you.

Tom lays on his back with your head on his chest, “How was your morning, lovey?” You tell him about your day and he listens intently. Even though he doesn’t understand half of the things you’re referring from class, he still loved to hear you talk. Especially when you ramble about something you were excited about, like right now. Your hand had removed itself from his chest, making gestures as you talked about the lesson from your Calculus class.

You stop midway noticing that Tom had been staring at you with a lopsided grin on his face.

“What?” You ask, a questioning smile on your lips.

“You’re so smart.” He hums, one of his hands stroking your hair and the other tracing shapes onto your back. You whine as he teasingly smothers your face with kisses. That giggle that he’s obsessed with escapes your lips, causing him to grin widely.

When you finally get him off of you, you ask him about his morning. He beams, excitedly telling you about all the things that happened during his interviews. The passion he had for his work shined through as he went on a tangent about how proud he was of the movie.

“And now it’s my favorite time of day.” He finishes, wiggling closer to you in the sheets.

You chuckle, “And what would that be?”

“Napping with my bubbs.” He murmurs against your hair. His grip around you tightens, locking you in his arms. Your arm rests on his chest, hand right above his heart where you could feel the distinct rhythm beating in his chest.

“I love you.” You whisper, pressing a kiss onto his bare skin.

“I love you to infinity.” He responds before the two of you drift to sleep in each other’s arms.

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[just-another-blog-of-fluff]

Familiar - Part 8

Word count: 3700

Warnings: None, just more fluff

As promised - here is Familiar part 8! I've left it open for a part 9, because why not 🤷🏻‍♀️ If you want to see a part 9, and there's something you'd like me to include, feel free to send ideas my way!

Thank you for the numerous prompts for this one! I was able to incorporate all three 😊 (see: prompt, prompt, prompt)

Familiar series: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7

“Yo! You better come back in here! The interview is starting!”

Scurrying back into the living room with your coffee in hand, you sat down beside Noelle on the sofa and gazed eagerly at the television, where Tom was now seated across from an interviewer to begin the ten-minute segment. If you could have been there in person you would have, but they didn’t want an in-studio audience, so you had to settle for watching the recording from your apartment a little later. He knew you were there with him in spirit.

“You know, you’re not supposed to stare at the TV like that – it’s not good for your eyes,” Noelle teased.

“Shh! I want to hear what they’re talking about!” you hushed her, completely ignoring her jest. On the screen, the interviewer had just begun asking Tom about the Loki series. You adored the way his eyes lit up when he talked about his work. He so obviously loved what he did for a living. You listened intently while they discussed the series at length for a good portion of the interview.

“What is it about Loki in the series that makes him so different from the character we see in the movies?” the interviewer queried.

“Well, you see, Loki is quite obviously on the back foot in the series. He’s entered a world where everyone around him knows, or purports themselves to know, more about the universe than he does. He’s not in control.”

“Is it weird watching him as Loki now that you’ve been dating for so long?” Noelle asked suddenly. You shrugged.

“Sometimes. Although, it’s also kind of attractive when he talks in the Loki voice when he’s joking around…”

“O-KAY never mind.”

“Noelle!! That is SO not what I meant!” you exclaimed, mortified. Covering your face with your hands, you began listening to the interview again. Fortunately, they had moved onto a new subject.

“So, what is it that you do for fun outside of your acting career?”

“Well… I do quite a bit of reading in my spare time, of course. And I often spend my free weekends with my girlfriend.”

“Hehey! That’s you!” Noelle exclaimed, shoving your shoulder for emphasis. You shushed her, feeling an involuntary smile creeping onto your face. The interviewer seemed to take this fact and run with it.

“You’ve been dating this lovely lady for quite some time now,” he pressed. “How has that been going for you?”

Tom smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling with the effort. “She’s absolutely wonderful. I’ve never been happier.”

“That’s great to hear! You haven’t really brought this lovely woman out to public events very often, so I fear we know very little about her.”

“Yes, I try not to subject her to the spotlight too often.”

“What is it you love so much about her?”

Tom pondered for a moment, the smile never leaving his face. “Well… she’s funny, she’s kind, she’s sweet… she challenges me like no one else. And I absolutely adore making her laugh. She’s tolerant enough to laugh at my terrible jokes all the time, and I just love that.”

“That’s quite cliché of you,” the interviewer laughed. Tom grinned sheepishly.

"I'm just being honest! See, when she laughs really hard, her nose scrunches up in the most adorable way. And the sound is so melodic - although when she’s been laughing a bit too hard she does start to get hiccups. That is quite possibly the most endearing part.”

Noelle looked at you with an amused smirk. “Wow, he’s got you pegged to a T!”

You whined, covering your face with your hands in flustered embarrassment. Just then, you heard the door to your apartment open, followed by Tom’s voice in greeting. His footsteps drew closer until he appeared in the doorway.

"Ah, I see you're watching the interview?" he asked in observation. You lowered your hands from your face briefly to look at him and squeak out a hello, seeing him grin at you with curious confusion. “Why do you look so embarrassed?” He walked into the living room, and you felt the sofa cushions dip beneath his weight as he sat beside you.

“Oh, she’s just embarrassed because you went and described her laugh on television. The nerve," Noelle informed him, an entertained sort of sarcasm in her tone. Tom chuckled, sliding his arms around you and pulling you into his chest.

"I'm sorry darling, I didn't intend to embarrass you!" he apologized with an air of amusement. "Why are you so embarrassed about your laugh?"

"I just never really think about it! Now I'm gonna be self conscious about my scrunchy nose," you mumbled into his chest.

"But I love your scrunchy nose!" He squeezed you tighter for a moment comfortingly. "How about this - describe my laugh to me, then we'll be even."

You leaned back to see his face, finding him grinning at you with an earnest look in his eyes. "Well... hmm... how do I..."

"Is it really that difficult?" he asked, grinning.

"Yes! It's hard when you're just... staring at me!" you giggled. He chuckled a little.

"Now you're embarrassed to describe my laugh? What are we going to do with you?"

"Don't make fun!" you whined. A mischievous thought crossed your mind. "Maybe I just need a refresher."

"What- eheheh hehey!" Tom laughed as you wriggled your fingers into his sides, grasping hold of your wrists.

"I need a reminder so I can give an accurate description!" you insisted cheekily, your hands ascending up his ribs. He pushed your hands away before you could slip your fingers up under his arms, holding your hands against his chest.

"Eheh... alright, go on, then."

“Ok… your eyes squint a little because you always smile so big when you laugh,” you described. “And sometimes you stick your tongue out just slightly - that’s cute.”

“Oh, is it?” He grinned sheepishly, a tinge of red dusting his cheeks. His flustered reaction egged you on.

“Mmhmm! And you don’t have a standard ‘haha’ laugh, it’s more of a ‘heheh’ sound, and I love it.”

“Alright, you’ve made your point, love. I’m sorry I flustered you,” he apologized again, lifting one of your hands to his lips and pressing a kiss to your palm.

“But I wasn’t finished! I didn't get to tell you about how you tilt your head back when you're laughing really hard..."

"So do you, darling," he interjected, his hands darting to your ribs and scribbling into his favorite tickle spot of yours. You did, indeed, throw your head back in surprised laughter, leaning back to evade his fingers. "Ah, I do love that sound!"

"TOHOM!! NOT FAHAIR!" You let your weight drop back against the couch cushions, Tom following you down as he continued scratching at your ribs. He ignored your protests for another moment before relenting, laughing endearingly when you sat up and hiccupped.

"You are adorable," he hummed, kissing your forehead.

"And you guys are sickening," Noelle cut in, shaking her head with a grin.

You glanced at the TV, realizing you missed the end of the interview. "Tom, you didn't say anything else embarrassing about me, did you?"

"No darling, of course not! I only told them what a wonderful singer you are."

"Tom!!"

"I'm joking, darling!" he laughed. "I know how self-conscious you are about that."

"Good," you huffed, glaring at him playfully.

Noelle had to head off to work, so you and Tom took a walk through the city to grab some lunch. There was a lovely café a few blocks from your apartment that you went to often. It had a somewhat modern industrial feel, with exposed brick walls and knotted wooden tables and chairs, but with a large wall of windows to look out at the city. You each ordered a sandwich, taking a seat at one of the small tables in the corner to eat more privately. It got distracting sometimes when you sat by windows at restaurants and passerby recognized Tom from the street outside, pointing and waving excitedly. You didn't mind sometimes, but it was nice to have him to yourself too.

"So I've been thinking..." you began, setting your half-eaten sandwich down on your plate. Tom shot you a quizzical look.

"Uh-oh. Don't tell me you've brought me to a public place to break up with me."

"Noho!" you laughed in surprise, reaching across the table for his hand. "I don't want to break up with you! Don't be silly."

"Phew. You had me worried there for a moment."

"I've been thinking that I want to adopt a puppy."

Tom's eyes lit up. "Really? That's wonderful! I've always wished I could adopt a dog, but it's rather challenging with my schedule."

"You have?" You smiled, somewhat relieved. He seemed to notice your expression, tilting his head in confusion.

"You sound as though you were nervous to tell me."

"Well..." You fidgeted anxiously with the straw in your drink. "It's going to be my dog, of course, but... if we were to ever... you know, live together, it would be yours too." Your heart was beating a little faster in your chest at the implication of your words. You kept your eyes fixed on your plate so as not to see his reaction.

"Darling - you don't need to feel so nervous," he assured, squeezing your hand. "I've had thoughts about living together as well. It's alright for us to talk about it."

"You have?"

"Yes, of course I have! I do love you, you know," he reminded you teasingly, winking. "Anyhow - I'd love to come with you to choose a dog to adopt. Just say the word."

"What about today?"

Tom laughed in surprise. "Today? Well, if you're ready today, I suppose today would be great!"

"I've been researching for a while - there's a shelter in the city that has some rescue pups that need homes. I love the idea of getting a rescue and giving it a chance at a happy life."

"Then let's visit the shelter," he concurred.

After lunch, you found yourself walking into the animal shelter hand-in-hand with Tom to look at the puppies available. The woman at the desk seemed a bit star struck when she saw Tom standing there with you, but she was polite about it, greeting you both and bringing you into the back where the pups were playing in a large playpen.

"Go ahead inside and say hello," she suggested with a smile. "See if any of them stand out as a good match for you."

You stepped through the gate quickly, shutting it behind the pair of you to avoid letting any of the energetic puppies slip through. They were clearly all siblings, with soft black fur mixed with little patches of white on their paws and bellies. Their ears were pointed, flopping as they rolled and tumbled with each other.

One pup noticed your presence first, bounding over excitedly with his tongue lolled out to the side. You knelt down to scratch behind his ears.

"Hi there little guy!" you cooed, giggling when he jumped up with his front paws on your legs to lick your face. Tom chuckled warmly, kneeling beside you to pet the puppy.

"He seems to fancy you," he remarked. The pup turned to Tom when he heard his deep, rumbling voice, toddling over to sniff his hand. He hopped up on Tom's lap as well, his tail a blur as it wagged vigorously with excitement.

"You too, I think!" you agreed, grinning. "I like him."

Carefully, you scooped the puppy up in your arms. He seemed completely unphased, his tail still wagging happily as he nestled into your chest. Tom waved over the shelter worker so you could start filling out the paperwork to adopt the pup. She hooked a leash on his collar so you could set him down while you signed the documents and paid the adoption fee.

"Congratulations! He's all yours," she declared.

"Hear that, little guy? You're coming home with us!" you exclaimed happily, looking down at your new fluffy companion. His tongue hung out, tail wagging furiously in the most adorable way. With a gentle tug on the leash, you led him out the door and onto the sidewalk, headed to the local pet store to get some supplies.

With food, a bowl, a bed, and a few chewy toys packed up in a large bag, you and Tom took the puppy back to his new home in your apartment. He bounded inside the moment you unhooked his leash, running around sniffing his new surroundings. You followed him to the living room and sat beside Tom on the sofa as you watched the pup settling in.

"Have you thought of a name?" Tom asked.

"Hmm... I think we should name him Loki."

Tom laughed vibrantly. "You're going to name him Loki?"

At that moment, there was a thump as the puppy knocked your empty coffee mug off the table onto the rug. You motioned to the mug rolling on the floor.

"See? He's a little trouble-maker already! Loki would be a perfect name."

"You realize that may be confusing for me," Tom commented. "Especially in between filming for Marvel. Every time you call the puppy I'll think you're talking to me."

You shrugged, smirking. "Maybe I can teach you to 'come' and 'sit' and stuff at the same time, then?"

Tom's mouth dropped open with a faux indignant expression. "I beg your pardon? You're going to train me like the puppy?"

"Well someone has to teach you how to behave," you jested.

"Oh-ho! You are in so much trouble, darling."

Before you could ask what he meant, he'd wrapped his arms around you and scooted back on the couch, dragging you back against his chest with your feet stretched out along the couch cushions. You giggled nervously as he laid back against the arm of the sofa with you trapped in his arms on top of him, his hands coming to rest on the sides of your belly. You gasped, realizing what he was planning.

"WAIT!! Nohoho, Tom dohon't do it!!" You curled your legs up toward your belly, but Tom threw his leg over both of yours before you could protect yourself, pinning them down to the couch.

"Why not? Someone has to teach you how to behave," he teased, scratching rapidly at the sensitive spot on your belly. With a screech, you threw your head back against his shoulder, bursting into hysterics. His laugh rumbled in his chest where your back rested, thoroughly entertained by your reaction. "I really have to call and thank your cousin again - this is quite adorable."

"I-hi-I'm gonna KIHILL LIAM!" you shrieked, tugging helplessly at his hands.

"Well that's not a very nice thing to say about your cousin," he tutted. "I wonder..."

You felt one of his arms wrap more tightly around your ribs while continuing to tickle your belly with the other hand. As his fingertips met that wretched spot on the back of your ribs, you squealed and began pleading incoherently for him to reconsider. But you'd been brazen with him, and he wasn't letting that slide. His fingers at your ribs sprang into motion, digging mercilessly into the crevices. You howled with laughter, going limp with exhaustion as your giggling became silent.

"Wohow!" Tom laughed, letting up and squeezing you tight to his chest affectionately. "I'm sorry, darling, that may have been too cruel of me."

"Yohou - hic - you thihink??" you agreed, trying to sound annoyed, but finding you couldn't. You weren't really annoyed, after all.

The puppy had leapt up onto the sofa while Tom was attacking you, and was seated by your feet watching you both with his head tilted in confusion. The look made you giggle, sitting up to pat him on the head.

"It's alright, buddy - your daddy is just a meanie sometimes," you cooed, glaring playfully at Tom out of the corner of your eye.

"So are you truly going to name him Loki?" Tom asked.

"No, I guess you're right, it might be kind of confusing for you," you chuckled. "How about... Toby?"

"That sounds like a wonderful name."

"Toby, do you like that name?" you asked, looking at the puppy with a smile. He wagged his tail, trotting over to you on the sofa to lick your face. "Ahalright, Toby it is then."

You spent the afternoon playing with Toby. He got sleepy fairly quickly, having been an eventful day for such a small pup. You tried to keep him awake at least until the evening time so he might sleep through the night.

Noelle arrived home just before dinner, ecstatic to meet the new 'roommate' as she called him. She'd picked up a training crate from her friend who no longer needed it, helping you to set it up in your room. You gave Toby his dinner to eat while the three of you ate your own meal to try to deter him from begging for table scraps, although it didn't stop him from hopping over to you once he'd finished eating to give you a pleading look with his big brown eyes.

"Sorry, Toby - no food from the table," you refused. "I don't care how cute you are, I'm not budging."

"Wow. You're more resilient than I would be," Noelle laughed. "One look at those cute brown eyes and I'd hand him my whole plate."

"No way - no table scraps from you either," you insisted. She sighed, defeated.

"Fiiine..."

When you'd finished dinner, there was no keeping Toby awake anymore. He curled up in your lap on the sofa while you watched an episode of your favorite TV show, his gentle snores making your heart melt. When it came time for bed, you carried him outside to do his business, then brought him up to put him in the crate for the night.

"Goodnight, Toby," you whispered as he looked forlornly at you through the bars of the crate. "Be a good boy and don't chew up your bed, alright?"

"I don't think he understands you, darling," Tom called teasingly as he climbed into bed.

"I don't care, I like talking to him," you countered, flipping the lights off and crawling under the covers beside Tom. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders, and you laid your head on his chest, sighing peacefully.

"What are you doing for New Year's Eve, darling?" Tom asked.

"I didn't have plans," you replied. "I thought we'd just hang out at the apartment."

"Well... I've been invited to a party, and I was hoping you'd attend with me," he informed, his tone earnest.

"Oh? What sort of party?"

"It's a formal party, a charity ball, actually. Many of the other Marvel cast members will be in attendance."

"Ah." Your heartbeat quickened in your chest at the idea. It sounded exciting and terrifying all at once, attending such a high-profile event on the arm of your famous boyfriend. After attending the cast party months ago, you'd have thought you'd be less nervous about this sort of thing, but there was still a part of you that felt you might not fit in.

"I know what's going through your head, darling," Tom stated, interrupting your thoughts. "I promise, there will be lots of people there that you've already met, and they loved you at the cast party. And I won't leave your side all evening."

"Well..." you pondered, still feeling a bit hesitant. "Alright. What the hell? I'll go with you."

"That makes me so very happy," he hummed, kissing the top of your head.

At that moment, Toby began to whimper in his crate. You sat up a bit to hush him gently, your heart breaking for him.

"I'm sorry, buddy, but you have to sleep in there!" you whispered. "We're right here with you!"

"Let's try to get some sleep. Perhaps he'll settle down if we leave him alone."

Reluctantly, you laid your head down on your pillow, wrapping your arm around Tom's waist and closing your eyes. Toby's whimpering was unrelenting, only growing in volume. Your chest ached for him, though you knew this was what was best.

After a few hours, though, you weren't sure if you could tolerate it much longer.

"Is he ever going to stop?" you groaned, pressing your forehead into Tom's shoulder in frustration.

"I'm not certain he is, at this point."

"I can't take it anymore." You flung the covers off yourself, rolling out of bed and kneeling beside the crate. "Toby - I know I shouldn't be rewarding you for being a brat, but I really need to sleep!"

His whimpering quieted a bit as you spoke to him, and he approached the door to the crate with a pleading look in his eyes. You sighed, reaching over and unlatching the door to the crate, scooping him up and carrying him to your bed. As soon as you set him down, he trotted happily to the foot of the bed, walking around in a couple circles before curling up in a ball on top of the bedspread.

"You think he'll sleep there all night?" you asked.

"Mm... I don't care, I'm exhausted," Tom mumbled groggily, throwing his arm around your waist and pulling you up against his chest. "Goodnight, darling."

"Goodnight, sleepyhead," you whispered teasingly, shutting your eyes. The silence in the room was music to your ears, now that Toby had ceased his whining.

The sheer exhaustion of Toby keeping you up so late helped you to sleep, although your mind was racing thinking about the New Year's Eve party. You trusted that Tom would help you feel welcome, but something in the pit of your stomach just made you nervous about being there with so many famous people, while you were just... you. Still, a small part of you was intrigued by the idea of dressing up in a gown and going to a fancy party. Maybe it would be fun. Either way, you were more than willing to attend with Tom, knowing it would make him incredibly happy to have you by his side.

#ticklish!reader #tickle fluff #tickle fic #marvel tickle #tom hiddleston x reader #familiar series #tom and reader get a dog

[illicitlimerence-writes]

boys have cooties │ t. holland

pairing: middle school teacher!tom holland x middle school teacher!fem!reader warnings: like two or three curse words, kids, overall it's pretty much fluff. maybe some spelling mistakes. word count: 2k a/n: hi, hello. english isn't my first language, so please be kind. this is the first thing i've written in so long so i'm sorry if this sucks. gif ain't mine, creds to the owner!

"mr holland?" "yes, my friend?" he said, crouching so he could be eye level with little natalie. "do you have a girlfriend?" she asked, her pretty green eyes shining brightly. his mind immediately went to the gorgeous (y/e/c)-eyed girl who owned his heart.

"why do you ask that, friend?" he pulled a chair from the table next to him and sat in front of her. he watched as an adorable frown set on her face, cheeks flushing.

"yesterday i was playing in my room and my sissy was watching a movie with a boy. i wanted to watch tangled so i went to the living room and she was kissing him!" she said, banging her hands on the table as if it was the most scandalous thing she'd ever seen.

"really? and what did you do?" he asked, biting his lips and trying his hardest not to grin at the wholesomeness of it all.

"i screamed, and she was really mean, she told me to go to my room and leave her and her boyfriend alone. do boyfriends and girlfriends make you mean?"

"well, no. a boyfriend or girlfriend is supposed to bring out the best of you. i believe what happened was that maybe she was maybe a bit embarrassed about you seeing them together," he explained as carefully as he could to the six-year-old. he loved teaching little kids, but there were times like this when he had to try to put into simple words something as abstract as the concept of love and relationships. he wouldn't change it for the world, though. there was nothing like seeing the mesmerized expressions on each of their faces when they discovered something new together.

"okay. but i don't think i will ever have a boyfriend. because boys have cooties and germs." she said confidently. he couldn't help the chuckle that escaped from his lips. little natalie pressed her hand against her mouth, giggling as if she'd just said the funniest thing in the world.

"natalie! boys don't have cooties." he tried to stop her from laughing, but her giggles only got louder.

"yes they do!" she continued laughing, only stopped when they heard a knock on the door. you walked in, in all your beautiful glory.

"hey ba-buuuddy," you played it cool when you noticed the small child sitting in front of Tom.

"hi, miss y/l/n!" natalie greeted you cheerfully. you gave them both a bright smile, "can you tell mr. holland that i'm right?"

"she's right," you said immediately, winking at her.

"so you agree that boys have cooties?" tom asked, lifting his eyebrows. you grabbed a chair and sat next to him, and grabbed his hand under the table. he interlocked his fingers with yours, squeezing them.

"duh! obviously!" you nodded, which only made the six-year-old to laugh even louder.

"i told you!" she said, pointing a finger at tom. you looked at him, scrunching your nose as you smiled.

"so does that mean i have cooties?" tom asked, his eyes darting between his young student and you.

"no!"

"yes!" you and natalie said at the same time. while the young girl denied it, you played along and accused your perfect boyfriend of having the childish disease.

tom stared at you with his mouth in a perfect o. the six-year-old's laugh could now be heard from outside of the room.

"i'm offended," tom said as he placed a hand on his chest, you chuckled and winked at him.

you were about to make another snarky comment when the loud bell rang, signaling the end of recess.

"saved by the bell," you said dropping his hand and standing up. tom's students began rushing into the room, surprised to see you there.

"miss y/l/n!" the kids cheered.

while tom preferred the joy of teaching new things to the littlest, you enjoyed the challenge of the eldest. your young age was definitely an advantage you had when it came to teaching. you knew the stress and anxiety that school could cause some of the kids and were always flexible with your assignments and your way of teaching. now on your third year as a teacher, you'd heard kids saying they could not wait until they reached fifth grade so they could have you as their teacher. it was safe to say everyone at school loved you. always kind, always giving the best advice, always having the best snacks.

"oh, my goodness! i am never leaving this classroom, you are the cutest little things in the entire world!" you said as they ran to you and hugged your legs.

"go away y/n, they're my kids," tom said faking hurt when he saw the lovestruck expression on the little ones' faces, but his heart fluttered when he saw how they loved you as much as he did.

"i think they love me more than they love you, tommy-boy," you said, a cheeky grin on your lips. he wanted nothing more than to kiss you senseless. but instead, he gasped, eyes widening as he looked around at the kids, some laughing, some ran to tom and hugged his legs as well, meanwhile the others stayed by your side and held you tighter.

"i've been betrayed, and by my own younglings." he dramatically fell to his knees and all the kids rushed to his side, saying how they loved him as much as they loved you.

"no!"

"we love you too, mr. holland!"

"i like miss y/n better."

"you two are my favorite teachers!" loud screeching filled the room, making you laugh.

"okay, kids. go show mr. holland your love, i've gotta go deal with my own munchkins. it was lovely to see you today, remember to drink water, make good choices and listen to tommy-boy here," you ruffled some heads and high-fived hands as you walked backward toward the door.

"alright everybody, let's thank miss y/l/n for stopping by. say goodbye and settle down," tom switched into teacher mode, and you felt the familiar butterflies fluttering in your stomach when you saw him rolling the sleeves of his shirt up to his elbows. biting your lip, you sent him a small wink as a new wave of voices filled the room.

"bye, miss y/l/n!"

"i love you!"

"come back soon!"

"can i go with you?"

"have a nice day!" you smiled and waved at them. giving tom a small nod and a knowing look, you rushed to your classroom at the end of the hall.

you loved your kids, messy and loud and moody.

when you walked into your room you saw most of them sitting and chatting with their own small cliques, but when they heard the sound of your shoes approaching some of them turned their heads to see you.

immediately, the loud voices filled the room.

"where were you?"

"can we watch a movie?"

"i need to use the restroom!"

"you're late!"

"yes, you can go to the restroom. no, we're not waching a movie today. yes, i know i'm late. i was in mr. holland's classroom visiting my favorite kids in the entire school" you answered, lifting an eyebrow and laughing when you saw their reactions.

"hey!"

"not cool!"

"i like him better anyways"

you continued to laugh as you moved your hands, finally getting them to quiet down.

"that, ladies and gents, was a joke. i was kidding. i wouldn't trade my babies for anything in the world" you said as you sat on your desk, folding your legs underneath you.

"miss y/l/n?" a girl raised her arm, you looked up

"yes, alice?"

"i saw you and mr. holland in the morning, you were holding hands." she said, cheeky grin on her face.

"oooooohhhh, miss y/l/n has a boyfriend!" shouting began again. you tried your hardest to suppress the smile that was threatening to settle on your face. instead you bit your lip hard.

"you woke up and chose violence today, alice," you admitted, making them all laugh. "mr. holland and i are just friends, my babies." you said, knowing how they hated when you called them that. "now, we've already lost too much time, let's get to work. everybody take out your books and-"

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at the end of the school day, you stayed behind sorting through papers and planning your classes for next week. when you finished, you put your things away, grabbing some papers you needed to grade and putting them in your bag. a knock on the door grabbed your attention.

"hey, baby," you greeted tom. he walked to you, threw his arm around your neck and pressed a kiss on the side of your temple.

"you ready, darling?" he asked, taking your bag from you with his right hand and grabbing your own with his left one. you nodded, lifting your joined hands and kissing his knuckles. you noticed the way his cheeks flushed pink. and it warmed your heart knowing even the simple gestures still made sparks fly between you two after years of being together.

"yes, mr. holland," you teased, locking the door behind you, interlocking your fingers with his again.

"took me a while to quiet them down after your visit, wouldn't stop talking about you," he squeezed your hand, making you grin.

"oh, you should've heard my kids. alice saw us holding hands in the morning. they think you're my boyfriend." you lifted an eyebrow. letting go of his hand when you reached his range rover. the parking lot was now empty. he opened the door for you, you climbed in the passenger seat as he put your handbag and his own backpack in the backseat.

"really?" he asked, you hummed in response. you moved so you were facing him standing outside. he placed his hands on your thighs, your hands immediately finding his. "if they only knew..." he said, letting go of one of your hands, his fingers traveled to your neck, under the collar of your shirt, and toyed with the delicate gold chain around your skin. he lifted the chain, a sparkly diamond ring sitting there like a charm.

"if they only knew..." you repeated his words, hands traveling to his face, cupping his cheeks. your thumb played with lips and he moved his head to kiss it.

"when do you think we should tell them?" he asked, leaning down, resting his forehead against yours, noses brushing together.

"i don't know. they're gonna lose their shit when they find out," you chuckled, earning one from him as well. "we'll have to tell them before the wedding, though. otherwise, my kids will feel betrayed. they're already mad because i told them i'll be gone for a month."

"but it'll be during the summer holidays," he frowned, a beautiful smile forming on his lips.

"i know, that's what i said. apparently, they still think i live in the school." you shook your head, laughing.

"i can't wait until we have our own little ones," he admitted, hiding his face on your neck, fingers still playing with the ring that he gave you almost a year ago on your two-year anniversary. you smiled, your arms around his waist, pulling him closer.

"me neither, then they'll really lose their shit. can you imagine?" you giggled as you felt his warm breath hit your sensitive skin behind your ear.

"i love you so much." he said, pressing small kisses on your neck, traveling up to your jaw, your cheek, and finally your lips. your thumbs tracing invisible circles on his cheek as his lips met yours.

"i love you, too. so, so much." your hands moved to his hair, fingers running through soft curls. "now, take me home, mr. holland. your fiance is getting hungry." you both chuckled, hands finally letting of eachother, you settled in your seat as he gave your lips a small peck before closing your door.

"how's mcdonald's sound?" he asked when he climbed in the driver's seat, starting the car. like magnets, your hands met halfway and you rested your arms on the console between you two.

"with you, everything sounds perfect." you admitted, meeting his bright brown eyes that seemed to sparkle when he heard the words you spoke. he lifted your joined hands and kissed your knuckles, once, twice. all the way until forever.

#this is so cute #middle school teacher!tom holland #tom holland imagine #tom holland fluff #tom holland #tom holland smut #tom holland fic #peter parker #tom holland!peter parker #peter parker imagine #peter parker fluff #peter parker fic #avengers #avengers imagine #marvel #marvel actors #mcu #imagine #fanfic #fic #tell me if you'd like to read more of this #i'm so soft for this #it's 2021 and i'm still crushing on my man tom holland

[yup-thats-me]

Christmas Trees - Tom Hiddleston x Reader

a/n: Hello! This is my first time writing anything on tumblr :3 I absolutely adore Tom Hiddleston and decided to write this. Hope you enjoy and let me know how this is! Oh, this is worth mentioning, I'm not so good with pov's, i promise I'll get better. And feel free to correct me if somethings wrong

pairing: Tom Hiddleston X reader

summary: you two decide what type of Christmas tree to get

warning: fluff, feeble mention of smut at the end, but altogether fluffy!

Aha, Christmas. The most wonderful time. The time to spend with family and loved ones, showing gratitude and loving, sharing and making people happy. There's a lot of things one, or should we say, two can do together. There is baking, shopping for gifts, decorating, and most important of all having a beautiful time with each other.

Although, it also brings a couple of things, especially for a couple, to have small and cute quarrels about. Like what gifts to get? what menus to make? what to bake? whom to invite? whom not to invite? and a dozen other things. But, for y/n and Tom, they have another reason.

"Darling, are you ready?" your one and only boyfriend, Tom, called out to you from the living room of your home.

"I'm coming!" came the reply.

Stepping into the room, Tom's eyes directed over to you, a smirk playing in his baby pink lips.

"What?" chuckling, y/n asked. Coming closer to you, Tom wrapped his hands around you, pulling you to his chest.

"I think a certain someone, is wearing my oh-so soft sweater, isn't it love?" Blushing, deeply y/n said "Am i not allowed to?" Kissing the top of her head, Tom stated "of course dear. You know how much I love seeing you in my clothing. You look cute, might I say, hot too."

Y/n's cheeks growing a shade of deep red, she smacked his arms playfully. "Keep it together, London Boy!" Parting from the hug, Tom laughed and took her hands, which were smaller in comparison to hers, causing his to encage her little palm, and kissed it. "As you say my love."

Tom guided them both towards the main door of their house, they walked out. Exiting from the warm atmosphere of the house, the cold and sharp December winds of London greeted your face, causing you to scrunch up your nose a little. Tom noticing your face chuckled lightly and gave one kiss to your nose. You boop-ing his nose in return.

Today, you two were out to shop for Christmas. Three weeks were left before the day and you both haven't started anything yet. Both agreeing on the fact that you two worked better and fast when in pressure. But also, who would want to be away from the comforting embrace of Tom, who smelled like pure heaven? You wouldn't, and that's for sure.

"So, what are we getting first, love?" Tom inquired walking beside you, with a hand around your waist.

You thought for a moment. The tree came to your mind before anything else. It was a vital thing, if not, the chief thing.

"We're going to get the tree first. We'll make the other arrangements accordingly." You said. Tom nodded his head thoughtfully. But the next thing he asked, was a subject of great importance. "Which tree are you thinking of, Y/n?"

Trees. The major thing for Christmas decoration. The question should have been easy for most people, but it was hard for the two of you. You were definitely not on the same page on this matter.

Returning the question back to him, you asked "No, you tell me Tom. Which tree do you have in mind, hm?"

"Honestly, darling? I was thinking of the fir tree this year." Ooh, there it goes.

There was nothing wrong with fir trees, you just didn't like it. Yes it was tall and good, but you being you, for no reason at all, discriminated the tree. It was just not your thing.

"Okay Tom, i think we need to have a short talk about something. Should we go to the café first?" You said, trying to be serious and keeping a straight face for the topic, but failing miserably when you looked into those baby blue eyes and the gorgeous face of your damn of a boyfriend.

Tom wobbled his head and took your hand, dragging you along him to the nearest café. Entering the café, the smell of fresh coffee quickly filling your airways. The aroma of it was warm. It felt nice. Ordering your drinks, Tom led you to a secluded table in the corner and being the gentleman that he is, took out your chair for you to sit.

After settling for a bit, he took your hands in his across the table and started to rub circles on thumb, knowing it relaxes you. he asked "Now tell me sunshine, what is it you want to talk about?" The nickname causing you to smilel. You two always had a thing for old-fashioned pet names. It was their cute little thing.

"The thing is Tom, I don't like fir trees." You exclaimed, pouting a little. Tom exhaled deeply and started to have a belly laugh. You were confused as to why he was laughing.

He said, "Darling! I almost thought you were about to break up with me!" This caused the both of you to a fit of giggles and chuckles.

"Why would I break up with you Tom? Did you do anything?" you asked in between laughs. After gaining a composure of yourselves, Tom shook his again and replied "No, I didn't do anything! why would you say that" Tom paused a little. It appeared to you he was thinking something. Then again he said, this time with a bit worried look "No, wait. Did I do something apart from breaking a glass plate?"

It was your turn to knit your eyebrows and look weary. "Wait a minute, babe. You broke a plate? When, moreover how and are you hurt?" You started to bombard him with questions. "No, dear. i'm fine. Bobby was tugging at my feet yesterday when I was doing the dishes. You were not home then, and I looked down, and the plate was slippery and it fell down. It was not my fault!"

You laughed some more. "Okay, I understand it was not your fault and I promise I'm not mad. How can I be mad mad at you Tom?

Tom chuckled and shrugged. "But the point is why don't you like fir trees?" he asked.

"I just don't like it. It's big, yes. But its branches are all pointy and so much woody. I prefer spruce trees more, though. It has more leaves, looks good, and fuller. Moreover, spruce needles easily break apart if you bend them. And their strong branches can hold heavier ornaments. Altogether, I like spruce trees more than fir. That's all im saying." You reasoned with him, halting with a smile.

Tom looked at you amusingly. Amazed how beautiful you looked while explaining something. The way your hands moved along with your words, how you'd be so disturbed if your hair were falling in your face and your the way your eyes shine. Your were a total beauty in front of him.

Tom belly laughed again shaking his head in the process "Ok I think I got your point, darling. We are buying spruce trees right? But you have to give a special gift this year for that. And that is, oh, you know what that is don't you kitten?" he said the last bit with a devilish smirk.

Blushing furiously, you nodded your head in submission. You did knew what that is.

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