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dwindlinghaze · 1 year
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Hey! I loved your Andrew fic and I was wondering if I could request an Andrew fic where both him and the reader are costars, they've already acted together before in a movie and have had this great friendship and there's been a spark ever since they first met, like they know there's something more than friendship between them but they're scared to try it out. But when they're working together for their second movie, which is a romance once, they end up dating? Thank you <33
the sweetener you are
(andrew garfield x co-star reader)
hi anon!! tysm for requesting! i hope this is what u want! <3 pls don't be afraid to ask more, i love it when u guys talk to me ☁️
contents : friends to lovers, fluff, idk just rlly sweet <3 (sorry for any typos or incorrect grammars !)
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as an actress who works in the film industry, it is a strict rule for co-stars to not fall in love with each other. mostly because it's all an act. if one thing goes wrong, then everything will probably come tumbling down.
it all started when the two of you worked together. you met the andrew garfield for a project and you two instantly clicked together.
you have always admired him. the dedication and passion he puts onto his works are incredible. so working with him is so exciting for you. he also loved your last movie. andrew told you how talented you are as an actress and he's ecstatic to finally work with you.
ever since you met, he always does small but yet sweet things for you. like he will pull out your chair, offers you his scarf if you're cold during filming, give you flowers after a tiring week of shooting, bring you your favourite drink and snacks.
you thought of it as a best friend and gentleman kind of thing because you don't want to jump into conclusions but you know there's something in there since you don't see him doing these things to other people.
he greets you with a "good morning" every day and brings you breakfast too. you told him that none of that was necessary but you accepted anyway.
andrew calls you in his free time even after the movie was finished and done. you two had grown a sweet little friendship and he enjoys talking and spending time with you, like today when you're in your dressing room, taking all of your make up off. "hello? [y/n] are you there?" his voice came from the other line. you put him on speaker so you could continue taking those make up off.
"yes, hi! do you need something, andy?" you spoke.
"why do you immediately think i'm calling you because i'm in need of something?" he joked.
"no, s'not like that," you paused to let out a laugh, "just a habit, i guess, i don't know. but do you need something though?"
"what are you doing now? hope i'm not interrupting something,"
"in my dressing room- getting ready for bed,"
"it's five in the evening,"
"and what about it!"
"i was wondering if you'd like to come to mine for a movie night, but if you need your beauty sleep then we can forget i ever said that,"
you let out a laugh, smiling in the mirror to yourself. "do i need to wear a versace dress or is a shirt fine?"
"as much as i love seeing you in a fancy dress looking like a million dollar pay-check, you in normal clothes are beautiful to me too,"
you blushed profusely, disliking the way he makes you feel but enjoying it at the same time. "i'll meet you there, is six good?"
"sure, six is fine. i'll pick you up by the way, walking alone in the streets is not worth it as much as i hate to say it. also i'm grabbing dinner for us so don't tell me that i don't have to do it,"
you smiled for the millionth time because of this man. you sometimes wonder if he's just really that nice to everyone or is it just to you. he is a kind man so it shouldn't really be a question.
"alright, see you soon!" you said before he returned the greet and ended the call. a few minutes passed and your phone lit up, andrew's message had delivered to you and he said he's outside the building.
"hello stranger, why are you in my property?" you squinted your eyes to him, biting back a smile.
"hello to you too, i'm here to pick someone named [y/n] [l/n]. do you happen to know where she is?" he played along as he opened the door of his car.
"hmm... i think she's sitting in your car," said you, getting inside his car.
"silly me, i should get my eyes checked," he said smiling before he went back to the driver's seat. "i bought us dinner by the way," his thumb pointing behind him.
you looked over to the back seat to see a pack of uncooked meal and frozen fruits. you almost laugh at how ridiculous it looks. "oh absolutely! i'm eating raw chicken, frozen lemons, and raw eggs for dinner. so amazing! i give the andrew garfield restaurant a five-star review and a five-star service!"
"now don't make fun of me! that chinese restaurant closed right before i arrived and the pizza place across the street was so packed. i was thinking we can cook together, you know i really really love your cooking," he peered over at the rearview mirror to look at your face as he emphasised the word 'love'.
"okay, fine," you agreed. the drive was short and calm, you two talked about how much the two of you had grown.
just a year ago, you met him for the first time in a movie screen test and he was a stuttering and awkward mess. he tripped over your leg when you got up from your chair, but you laughed about it now. "i was so nervous to meet you because you're like so professional and i'm just- stood there watching you say all the words in your script-" he laughed, his eyes crinkling at the ends.
when you arrived at his place, he opened the door for you to walk in and brought the grocery bag to the kitchen, setting it down. you made dinner for the both of you before settling down on the sofa to watch a movie together.
he laid beside you on the sofa, wrapping an arm around you protectively as he pulled you closer to him. you thought of this as a friendly gesture because his flat is freezing cold. he knows you're cold, so he's sharing his warmth with you, but you can't deny the fact that there's something in your stomach, like a kaleidoscope of butterflies.
the thing is, you didn't know that he's purposely making his apartment cold so he can have you close like this. he loves it when you press your cheek to his shoulder.
as the movie ended, he looked down only to see you fast asleep. he smiled down at your peaceful state, wishing the two of you have more than just a friendship (though he is grateful either way). he knew exactly what his feeling is towards you and maybe by chance he knew you felt the same way too, but the friendship you had going on was too important to him to be ruined.
he didn't realise that he's lost in his trance until he felt your head turned to the other side, your eyelids fluttering because you're dreaming so he tuck you in his bed, and turn the night light on. that night he slept on the sofa; he didn't want you to feel uncomfortable.
as that routine goes on and on, the feelings between you two were sparking more and more.
one tuesday morning, you woke up to a call from liz, your manager, she told you that you got in this role for a romance movie and filming will start in two weeks. you were beyond happy to get this role because you loved how sweet and dreamy the storyline is and you're also excited to fly across the globe to film it.
it was until then that you realised your co-star is once again, andrew garfield, your best friend. you're going to be his love interest in this film. you're going to be kissing him, you're going to-
"[y/n] you're here!" the director greeted you. she smiled and waved at you, "it's really nice to see you. i'm honoured to be working with someone as brilliant as you are. i trust you in this role, i know you and andrew will have awesome chemistry to bring this to life."
"thank you! i will not disappoint i promise," you let out a small laugh. a few seconds later, andrew walked in, his presence sweet and his aura bright.
you talked together in depth about what the director wants to see in this film and how the characters are supposed to be. she's very specific so it's quite easy for you to hop on her boat and went along with her sail.
the filming went smoothly, you and andrew were so good together that sometimes the director really thought that you both are in love. well, maybe she's not entirely wrong... ?
"oh my god i'm going to kiss you in less than 45 minutes," andrew said out of the blue when the crew were taking a break for lunch. he was sitting on the floor across from you. reading the script as he casually took a large bite of his burger.
you almost choked at what he said. he said it so normally that you almost didn't catch up on what he's actually saying. "don't eat garlic or any of those sorts please," you replied, biting back a smile as you ignored the butterflies at the thought of it.
"oh i will never!" he chuckled, feeling the blood rushed into his cheeks, so scarlet it was maroon. he's excited to kiss you actually. he has been dreaming on how's it like feeling your lips against his. he knew it will be the best feeling in the world. he knows he will not regret this.
the break is over and it's time for them to... kiss?
"one, two, three, action!"
andrew placed his hand on your face, tugging it closer to him. you felt your breath hitched, the smell of him covering your nostrils. you were lost and long gone in his scent until you came back to reality when andrew pressed his lips to yours.
his tongue made its way inside your mouth and you almost broke out of character when you noticed the peppermint flavour. prior to this, he brushed his teeth profusely and ate packs of mint leaves.
his lips were incredibly soft, they moved ever so slowly with yours, you could melt. your hands went up to his hair as his went down your waist. the feeling was just like the movies. everything went in slow motion, everything is spinning around.
"cut!" the director yelled, seemingly satisfied by the shot. "awesome, [y/n], andrew!" she gave the two of you a thumbs up.
now you moved along with the script, trying to ignore the sparks in your stomach. when the scenes for the day were all finished, andrew walked you back to your dressing room. by the looks of it, he seemed like he wanted to say something.
"okay well hello," he started, clearing his throat.
"hi?" you knitted your brows as you smile at him.
"i want to tell you something actually, something i've been hiding for a while now," he said it in a low whisper, taking baby steps over your carpet.
"okay, c'mere sit with me,"
"you know the kiss? i really enjoyed it," he cringed at his words, wishing it had come out better.
you smiled, crimson creeping up your cheeks. "me too," you nodded.
"yes, well- i know this sounds truly crazy," he shook his head, closing his eyes. "but i really have to tell you that i have- feelings that i feel for you... and by this i mean like in a romantic way. i can ruin our friendship and make my comfort person despise me but i'm giving it a shot anyway."
since we've met i can't stop thinking about you. how your day is or- or how you are feeling that day. i feel like i can be myself around you, and the thing is, i'm rarely being myself. i come to you in by best days and talk to you in my worst days because i trust you. i hope you know that you can trust me too."
you stayed silent, processing what you just heard. you never thought he will confess to you, but he just did. "um [y/n]? please answer me right now because i'm freaking out."
"i feel feels too to you," now it's your turn to cringe on what you just said. "i mean- i feel the same way, i really like you. wholeheartedly."
"okay," a genuine smile spread across his face as he leaned forward to bump his nose on yours. "can we kiss now? is this the right time to kiss like in the movies?"
"sure," you laughed but your voice were quickly shut up by his lips. this time you weren't acting. you two were actually kissing off screen with real feelings behind them. this time, it was much better. he kissed you with more passion and tenderness than earlier.
he didn't want to pull apart but he did anyway as for breathing is a need to keep on living. "i never thought your lips would be so soft. not gonna lie, i'm pretty sure your lips were dry," you said jokingly, rubbing his knuckles that sat on your cheekbone.
"i use lip balm before i go to bed religiously after i found out that we're gonna kiss," he admitted. "for good impressions.."
you laughed at him, your heart practically melting underneath your ribs. "i will still like you if you have crocodile skin lips anyway," you shrugged.
"stop that," he laughed. before you know it, his lips were on yours for the third time that day, and you wouldn't want to have it in any other way.
since then, the two of you have been the happiest creatures on the planet. you always woke up to him by your side or him on top of you, completely covering you like a blanket. he will greet you with small kisses on your forehead and hold your hand whenever he can. he is the definition of a gentleman and the best boyfriend anyone could ever ask for.
"morning, lovie! it's premiere day!" andrew whispered to you one morning in his apartment. you were in his arms, face hiding in his neck.
"don't wanna wake up," you mumbled. "i slept at four am yesterday, so sleepy."
"i know, love," he smiled, kissing your nose. you love those nicknames he gave you. when he calls you using pet names, your heart is like a field of blossoming flowers. "once we came back, you can be a bear hibernating throughout winter and i will stay by your side for the whole season, but now we have to get up."
"fine," you rolled over, grabbing the blanket with you so andrew is left with nothing but his pj's and the cold air around the room.
"hey you're evil!" he quickly rolled himself to a ball next to you. "i don't know why i'm dating you."
"you date me because i'm your favourite person and you're in love with me."
he chuckled, nuzzling his head to the crook of your neck. "i love you, so can you please share the blanket with me? how dare you leave your loving boyfriend shaking from the cold."
"you should really install a heater in here to avoid situations like these," you dodged him nonchalantly.
"you should really consider sharing our blanket to avoid situations like these."
"the blanket is all yours, i'm taking a shower!" you jumped up from the bed and ran to the bathroom but your steps were stopped midway when andrew pulled you back.
"i'm not letting you go from me without a kiss."
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earlgreymon · 3 years
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☁️ izumi + takuya // [day 6] dream (for @digiweek 2021) frontier babyyyy! i honestly kinda upset with so much grammatical confusion in this fic, but the topic itself is very close to my heart. izumi's struggle is my current struggle, so i hope this can also be a piece of advice to myself. the setting was post-2019's frontier cd drama: the train known as hope. translation can be read here, and you can listen to them on youtube. basically, takuya's going to italy to pursue a soccer career while izumi is currently doing part-time modelling. they're both in their final year of high school, and takuya asked izumi to become his teacher. massive thank you to @tangledupblue for the italian translation and izumi's family background headcanon. some terms might be confusing for some people, so i'll put some footnotes. otherwise, the translation will be right after the italian sentences. make yourself comfortable as this is 2k in length. happy reading!
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It had been a couple of months since they agreed on a schedule—a schedule that they never really changed unless something significant happened: every Tuesday and Friday, six to seven-thirty in the evening at Saint Marc Café Ueno.
However, that Friday during the first week of summer break, Izumi asked Takuya to come before lunchtime. Instead of meeting in front of the Akihabara station, she told him to go to Shinjuku, where they hopped on a rapid train and travelled as far as Musashino [1]. The journey did not stop there because Izumi took him for a walk down some lanes in what seemed to be a housing area.
He asked her so many questions along the way. She answered none of them.
At the peak of his curiosity, Izumi finally led him into a small building, lush green vines covering most of its brick wall. Takuya initially thought it was a mere house, but then he spotted a sign above the door written in white-coloured cursive: Trattoria della Nonna Gia [2]. There was a chime of a bell when he closed the door, and then he could see the inside of the building dominated by tables and chairs.
Takuya was almost certain this was a restaurant, but that was before Izumi peeked from the door behind the register and said, “I’m home.”
A woman with a pale-yellow apron then exited from what Takuya thought was a kitchen. She exchanged a small talk with Izumi that Takuya couldn’t hear, but as soon as the woman saw Takuya cluelessly standing near the front door, her expression turned ecstatic before she rushed forward and grabbed both of his hands. It was only then Takuya realised the woman did not look very much like a Japanese; bright coloured hair, fair skin, and a pair of hazel eyes that were looking straight into him with glimmers of excitement.
“Devi essere il famoso Takuya. Piacere, caro. Sono tanto emozionata di conoscerti!”
—and his hypothesis was proven true after the lady started to speak in Italian very, very fast, complete with its accent.
“Io sono la mamma di Izumi. Come va l’italiano? Spero che lei sia una brava maestra con te! Madonna! Tanti auguri per la squadra di calcio! È in Castellanza, vero? Così piccolina la città, ma non c’è ciò che non sia bellísimo in Italia.” (You must be the famous Takuya. Nice to meet you, darling. I’m so excited to see you! I’m Izumi’s mom. How’s the Italian lesson going? I hope she’s teaching you well. My God, congratulations for the soccer team! It’s in Castellanza [3], right? It’s a small town, but there isn’t anything that isn’t pretty in Italy anyway.)
Truth be told, while they always met about two times a week for around two months, Takuya was a lousy pupil. He often slacked off while studying—a fact that made Izumi mad to the core, of course—and his skill had never really grown. That was why all he could manage was giving a reply as short as,
“…sorry?”
—in Japanese. Not in Italian.
The woman seemed taken aback before she decided to glance at Izumi. “Ma cara, pensavo che hai detto che dovevo solo parlarli in Italiano quando finalmente lo porti a casa!” (But dear, I thought you said I should only speak to him in Italian when you finally bring him home!)
“Change of plan. His head is full of sakka but not il calcio [4],” Izumi answered in Japanese, sighing as if she was expecting this. “I’ll explain later on, Mama.”
Mrs Orimoto blinked in confusion, but then she smiled understandingly when she turned back to Takuya. “Make yourself at home, Takuya-kun. Just take a seat somewhere and order anything, okay? Sakura will help you once you guys ready.”
Getting an answer in perfect Japanese from a foreign-looking lady who was speaking so differently just a minute ago made Takuya stunned once again. “Ah… okay,” he said, dumbfounded. “Thank you—I mean, grazie.”
After Mrs Orimoto returned to the kitchen, Izumi brought him to a table near the window on the restaurant’s corner. The menu was already there, in which Takuya then settled for a Pizza Margherita and cream soda, while Izumi copied his drink but with a salad. Once Sakura, the cashier, took their order, Izumi started to get the language books from her bag—a sign that they would begin the lesson soon.
Nevertheless, Takuya needed to get one thing straight first. “Why do you bring me here?”
“Thought that this will help to get us closer to the Italian ambience because certainly, someone is not taking the lesson very well all this time,” she answered with a clear annoyance in her tone that made Takuya shivered in horror. “That, and I’ll get bloated if I eat another Caramel Banana Delight. Come on, let’s just study first and save the chit-chat for later.”
Izumi was actually a pretty decent teacher, despite her saying “forza, forza” way too often. Her explanation was as clear as her pronunciation, but the most important thing was she got a bag of patience that never seemed to run out even when Takuya was quite hopeless himself. However, considering the long journey and the hospitality, Takuya was determined not to waste any more time and tried hard to catch up. He even asked her not to stop even though they had passed the usual 1.5 hours duration.
When the time showed four in the afternoon, only half of the pizza left and the ice cream in their soda had completely melted. Izumi called it to quit, saying that they shouldn’t push themselves further to avoid burnout. She went for a toilet break, which gave Takuya time to finally observed the wall behind her seat.
There were photos hanging, each of them inside a wooden frame. Some of them were mere sceneries of Italy, but there were portraits of people. A big Italian family, an old lady in a tomato orchard, and a family of three in front of what appeared to be a cathedral—an Asian-looking man, a lady that looked slightly familiar, and a baby in her arms. Takuya took the liberty to make his own conclusion, which he popped at Izumi once she returned to her chair.
“I know you lived in Italy once, but you never mentioned anything about your mother being an Italian herself.” Maybe that explained how Izumi’s hair was brighter than an average Japanese person and how her eyes had a green tint if you looked closely.
“My parents met when Mama came to Japan for a long holiday,” she explained. “Classic love at first sight story. They got married here, and I was born. After that, Papa got an offer to continue his study in Italy, and they didn’t even think twice.”
“Ah.”
Izumi seemed kind of awkward for a moment. She then proceeded to pick a slice of pizza and asked after a chew, “Why do you finally settle on football?”
“Huh?”
“You decide not to go to university and take a very risky career path by pursuing football. Don’t your parents disagree?”
“Oh, they did. They were furious, as a matter of fact.” Takuya responded. “They told me there’s no guarantee I can be as good as Nakata [5]. I should be attending university and searching for a more settled job, especially I am the first-born and I should give a realistic example to Shinya. Even when I brought home that talent scout to convince them, they were still in doubt. I mean we’re talking about a very small club in a small city that is not Milan nor Rome.”
“So, what did you do?”
“I talked to them. I think I was begging at some point,” he snickered. “But honestly, if you asked me why did they change their minds, I’m not really sure myself. Maybe they got a sudden moment of realisation. Maybe my ancestor sent them a message through a dream saying, ‘hey, you better let your son go’?”
Izumi finally let out a chuckle, but she kept stirring her soda grimly. “Well. At least you’re sure about your dream.”
“No, I’m not,” Takuya frowned. “You said it yourself; it’s a very risky career. If I’m good, I’ll be travelling one hour away to become AC Milan’s ace [6]. If I’m not, I’ll be a loser stuck in someone else’s country, oceans away from home without an education.” He shrugged. “Yet again, you never know until you try. That’s why I don’t mind walking this rocky trail if it’s leading me closer to my dream.”
“But that’s the point, Takuya. You have a dream,” Izumi suddenly sounded irritated. “I don’t know what I want to be after high school. Should I go to university? Of course I should—my father’s a professor! But what do I want to study? I don’t know!”
She obviously began to get frantic, and Takuya knew because her Italian accent started to come out—even though she was speaking in Japanese—and her hands were making gestures that rapidly changed in every phrase.
“What if I don’t want to study anymore? Yes, my parents will be outraged, but they shouldn’t even bother at the first place because I don’t know what I want to do anyway. I thought trying modelling will help me to figure it out, but it’s not. I’m doing it because I can, not because I’m passionate about it,” she threw her hands on her lap frustratingly. “I don’t know, Takuya. I feel like I’m lost.”
There was a brief moment of silence where she was slouching hopelessly in her chair and he was just staring at her, before he took a deep breath and opened his mouth again.
“But Izumi… you don’t have to figure it all out right now, do you?” he said, shifting his position to make himself more comfortable as the seriousness grew in his eyes. “If you ask me, I think that’s why Kouji decides to go on a trip around the world—because he doesn’t have any plan and hopes to find one in his journey. And believe me: even if you finally land on a wrong choice, there will always be another opportunity to fix it and make it better. Life always finds a way, eventually. Remember we were once lost in The Digital World yet managed to come back after facing so many obstacles? It’s exactly like that.”
It was Izumi’s turn to stare at him. Sometimes, she did not realise how the time flew so fast. The boy who sat in front of her was once the most reckless person she’d ever met. He would dive into anything headfirst without exactly thinking about the consequences, as if the goggle on his cap would be able to protect not only his eyes but also his entire body and soul. Maybe that was why Izumi also naturally became the mother hen who kept scolding him if he put himself or the group in danger. Even when he came to her a few months ago and asked for an Italian crash course, she quickly agreed to it despite being busy enough with the part-time model stuff. And it was not only because she was excited to introduce her half culture, but also because she was worry about him.
Now, with a determination glimmered in his gentle eyes, she finally noticed that boy had turned into a fine and mature young man—maybe even mature than this mother hen.
“Really, Takuya,” she whispered. “Since when did you become so wise?”
“What can I say? I might be dumb at Italiano, but take this from someone who actually makes a lot of mistakes in his life.”
They shared a lighter talk afterwards while finishing the long-delayed meal before deciding it was enough for the day. Takuya took his time to say goodbye to Izumi’s mother, and when they stood outside the door, Izumi offered to accompany him to the station. Takuya immediately rejected, calling it weird because she was already home. They ended up waving at each other as Takuya began to walk, only to stop a few metres and turned to face her again.
“Hey, Izumi,” he called. “If you have figured out what you want to… no, I mean—”
He seemed hesitant for a moment, but he never looked so sure before when he raised his head. “Either you have figured out your dream or not… meet me in Italy.”
Izumi was dumbstruck.
“Ti aspetto.” [7]
—and it wasn’t because of his grammatical error that followed suit.
Earlier this year, she met Junpei on the train where he also proposed for a trip together to Italy. While Izumi secretly understood that he meant just the two of them, she tried to divert the topic and somehow ended up concluding a summer reunion for the six of them instead. However, it was different with Takuya—the way he constantly made her heart race with his adamance. He was always different to her.
And now, all she dreamed about was the two of them hand in hand under the Italian sun, reaching whatever that was waiting for them in the future.
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[1] Musashino: an area a bit outside the centre of Tokyo. If you happen to watch Tokyo Olympic 2020, Musashino is where the badminton competitions were held. GO INDONESIA!
[2] Nonna Gia literally means Grandma Gia. Should be the name of Izumi's Italian grandma.
[3] Castellanza is a small town about an hour away from Milan. The local soccer club there is Castellanzese, which competes in Serie D, a non-professional league in Italian football. I suggest you read the footnote of the translation link I gave above or read this for further understanding.
[4] Sakka means soccer in Japanese, while il calcio is soccer in Italian. Izumi is trying to say that Takuya only thinks about doing soccer in Italy but not about the language that can potentially be a barrier while living there.
[5] Nakata is Hidetoshi Nakata, one of Japan's football legend.
[6] AC Milan is one of the most popular football club in Italy.
[7] Takuya wanted to say "I will wait for you" but he said it in present tense instead. The correct one should be "ti aspetterò."
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