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hoony-parker · 3 years

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WIRED Autocomplete Interview - Tom Holland

Warnings: swearing, talk about organs? ahaha it's weird

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader (not yet, though?)

W/c: 1.6k

Requested: no

A/N: I'm thinking about making this a series? Like, based on interviews. Thirst tweets, most searched questions, etcetera, etcetera. It depends on you, guys! Tell me how you like it, and remember, feedback's always welcomed!

Ok, so, this is like more of an introduction? The thing is, Reader's last name is Pearson. You're part of the cast of the series "This is Us", and you play as Y/n Pearson in the TV show. You just- *sigh* I just came up with this. Let's see how it comes out.

Y/c/n: Your character's name.

masterlist - prompt list

"Hey, I'm Mandy Moore," Milo greeted. Mandy, confused, played along. "And I'm Milo Ventimiglia." She giggled, gesturing for Justin to continue. "I'm the real Pearson here." He introduced jokingly, pointing to himself. You finished, laughing. "And I'm the only cast member who's brain's missing a half of it. Justin Hartley, ladies and gents." You giggled, Justin sending you a glare, you bit your lip to mantain the laughing, and you both bursted out laughing, the other two co-stars joining along. "And today, we're doing a..." Milo started.

"WIRED," Mandy continued.

"Autocomplete,"

"Interview." You finished, a big smile on your face.

It had been a long day. Interviews and interviews, one after the other all day long.

You can't remember the last time you sat down, maybe drink a big glass of water and eat a proper sandwich- which was, now that you thought about it, the lunch you had prepared for yourself this morning.

You've been casted for the TV Show "This is Us" in 2016, at your nineteen years old. It was ironic, really. You played a character that shared your exact same name. To say it wasn't confusing at the time of shooting would be a lie. However, you've grown accostumed with the years.

You have been playing as Jack and Rebecca's third child, the teenage version Y/n (Y/c/n) Pearson for an entire year now, and the cast had been nothing more than supportive towards you, judging it was going to be your first appearance in television.

They were your second family, really.

So, if you really thought about it, having to go to interviews in no end with these people wouldn't be a problem at all.

"Okay, let's get this started, then!" You clapped, and a crew member threw a cardboard at you, surprising you. Quickly, you cought the cardboard, showing a surprised face to the camera, before saying in amusement. "Did you see that?! I have my own Y/n-tingle!" You scrunched your face, eyes squinted. "And that, my friends, is what we have to live with everyday in set. With a toddler." Milo said, hand extended towards you. "Oh, leave the poor girl alone." Mandy reproached. "Yes, honey." He muttered teasingly.

You laughed, straightening the cardboard over your lap, the words "does Y/n Pearson..." being the only ones uncovered in each line.

"Does Y/n Pearson..." You started, taking the rest of the paper that covered the rest of the question, out. "have a dog?"

"Yes. Yes, she does, and he's an absolute angel. The whole crew of This Is Us decided to adopt him. He's our son, and we prefer him over you." Justin said, stretching out his hand and turning to you, his pointer finger poking your nose. "I feel loved." You said, voice monotone and expression feelingless, looking at the camera. The crew laughed along. "To answer your question, yeah, I do. His name is Billy and he's a beautiful stray dog, and I love him very, very much." You smiled, tilting your head to the side.

"Next!" Milo screamed.

"Where does Y/n Pearson... Live?" He said, ripping out the papers. "Give an adress, and... a phone number, please. Also, a blood type and credit card number." Justin asked playfully. "Are you going to kill me and sell my organs, Justin?" You joked and he srugged, a chuckle escaping your lips, hands on your hips. You turned to the camera. "Why? Are you planning on coming over to my house and plan a surprise party for me?" You wiggled your brows. "Or, they want to kill you in your sleep, that's another possibility." Justin shrugged. "Comforting, really." You rolled your eyes.

"I live in London, actually. Have for a while. Live there with my big brother." You explained.

"Does Y/n Pearson... appear in Captain America: Civil War?"

"Uhh... Not... that I... know of?" You asked, confused. "Yeah, she does. She plays Iron Man. RDJ, watch your back. She's gonna replace you." Mandy teased, ponting to the camera. You hurried and stepped in, pointing to the camera, as well. "She's kidding, Mister Iron Man. Huge fan." You assured, chuckling awkwardly while pointing to yourself.

"Next!" Justin shouted in your ear, and you jolted up, smacking his arm "Holy fuck-" You started, carboard falling to the floor as you tried rubbing your ear against your shoulder, trying to ease the beeping from the loud noise that had startled you. "LeNgUaGe." Milo teased. "Oh, shut up!"

"Last one, come on." Mandy encouraged, taking the cardboard from the floor. "Did...- Oh, that's a new one," she started. "Mandy, the question." Milo remembered her. "Right, right. Sorry."

"Did Y/n Pearson... and Tom Holland date? OoOo" She teased, brows wiggling towards your direction, Milo and Justin "ooing" along.

"I actually have no idea where those rumours came from, guys. But, those tweets have been invading my homepage for ages now." You paused to laugh softly. "But, let me tell you, Tom Holland and I aren't dating. In fact, I haven't even met him before." You shook your head. "But... he seems... like a nice guy? I dunno, I'm not one to judge before knowing, if i'm being honest." You shrugged.

After a couple more cardboards with questions from your co-stars, a brand new one was thrown towards you, and, again, you cought it with ease. You breathed on your nails, cleaning them on your shoulder, mocking. "I'm only getting better at this."

" 'Is Y/n Pearson...' Let's get this started!" You encouraged.

Milo rushed, taking the cardboard from you and ripping the first paper out. "Is Y/n Pearson... related to Karl Pearson?" Milo asked, confused.

Mandy frowned, looking at you. "Isn't he, like, a mathematician or something?" You laughed, tilting your head back. "I wish. Guys, I failed maths nack in high school. That wouldn't make any sense."

"You know that's not how it wor-" Justin started. "Stop ruining my jokes, Justin."

"Is Y/n Pearson... engaged? Pf, you wish." Justin said, and turned to you. "I'm just going to ignore you. But, no. I'm not engaged. In fact, I'm a single ladie. Get it?" You grinned, nodding slowly your head. The castmates shook their heads in disappointment, a small smile on each of their faces. "Lame, Pearson. I was expecting more from you." Mandy joked. "You sound like my maths teacher." You teased, the four of you bursting out laughing.

"What is Y/n Pearson... doing now?" You asked slowly, ripping out the paper. "Sitting right here, doing this interview." Milo chimed, matter-of-factly. "Wait- that's a- that's a popular search? That's kind of creepy." You frowned. "Sweetie, lock your doors as soon as you get to the hotel." Mandy recommended jokingly, placing a hand on your shoulder. You turned to the camera, a fake scared expression on your face. "Mom, come pick me up. I'm scared."

"Okay, okay. Let's get finished with this."

"Where is Y/n Pearson... from?"

"Oh, does anybody know that? Do you guys know that?" You asked to the people beside you, a smile on your face. "Chicago?" Mandy answered hesitantly. You shook your head. "Aren't you from New York?" Justin guessed. You forrowed your brows and laughed. "Pff, no, not even close. I'm actually not from a big city, I don't know where you guys got that from." The actors stayed silent, trying to think for an answer.

"Colorado, you guys! Breckenridge!" You said, throwing your hands up in the air, an offended look on your face. "I've told you, like, a million times!"

"Yeah, but no-one was listening to you." Justin answered, turning his head to you, a smirk on his lips.

You rolled your eyes, a growing smile on your face. "Whatever. Next question."

"Is Y/n Pearson... engaged to Tom Holland?"

"Dude, I have never met him before! Why did everyone just started shipping us out of nowhere?"

"Becuase you're hot, he's hot, that's how it works nowadays." Milo answered, shrugging his shoulders. You snorted, pointing your thumb to him "And this dude is my fictional dad." You hear a couple of chuckles from the crew behing the cameras, and you laugh to yourself. Milo shrugs once again. "I'm just stating facts, my dear daugther."

"Ew, no. That's creepy."

"Mandy?" He asked, turning to the young woman, looking for backup. "Sorry, bud. But, I have to agree. Creepy." She gave him half a smile, patting his back.

You sighed, tireness consuming your whole body. The interview was over, and you immediately turned down the invitations of your castmates to go drinking and asked to be taken back to the hotel.

You turned around, falling to the bed, back flat against the soft, slight cold duvet, the addicting perfume filling your nosetrils, and your body aching to be surrounded by the comfort of the warm cloth. However, you stood up, taking your phone out of your mini-backpack and plugging it to the charger, walking towards the bathroom to take a long shower that, hopefully, will ease the tensee sensations in your muscels.

Hair wet, fuzzy, long pants and an oversized, old shirt around you, you walked towards the bed, crawling under the covers and turning on the TV, finally putting yout night rutine to an end. You unplugged your phone, reading and answering texts, the notification from the WIRED video being uploaded a couple of hours ago still shone in your screen.

But, to your surprise, another ding sounded from your phone.

tomholland2013: so... i seem like a nice guy? according to the media we're already engaged already... don't want to rush things, though. want to start with a date?

Huh. Interesting.

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spideyanakin · 4 years

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Lost

Jack Fawcett (Tom Holland in The Lost City of Z) x Reader

Lost City of Z Au

A/n; I just watched The Lost City of Z and I have a lot to say.

I really coudn’t bring myself to write the ending so I extended it making it better sry not sry. The real Jack Fawcett is turning in his grave bc of this 😂(But this is Tom Holland’s fictional version so 💁🏼‍♀️)

Synopsis; You never thought that this would be the end.

Warnings; the Lost City of Z spoilers, if you saw the movie y’all know.

🧚🏼‍♀️Masterlist🧚🏼‍♀️

You knew Jack since you were kids.

The two of you were neighbors and passed all your time together.

When he was only seven he told you how his father finally came back from his great expedition. You remembered how his eyes lit up when he tried to explain why his father left for so long and what his accomplishments were. You even remembered your mother and father talking about it that night, which just amplified your admiration for him.

A few months later you remembered being the one who helped him cope with his father leaving again. You were standing in your small treehouse in the forest that separated your houses, picking up the pieces. You gave him a flower you had found, your seven year old self hoping that it would light his face with a smile again, and it did.

A few years later you were teenagers. You weren’t little kids anymore and you were there to witness the mixed feelings Jack had about his father coming back. War was also about to be declared and you had to cope with the pain of your father leaving to fight.

“Slow down.” You called Jack as you were running down a hill almost falling at how fast you were going.

“Never!” He screamed and joined your laughter.

You used him to slow down once you were at the bottom of the hill. You were holding on to his arms and he was holding on to yours, neither of you letting each other go.

You looked into each other’s eyes for a minute when you noticed something wrong with the way he looked. You knew him, he didn’t have the same smile or the same look in his eyes.

“You ok?” A frown painted your face.

“Yeah.” He tried to laugh it off but you knew very well something was wrong.

“Jack I know you.” He started walking away towards the woods.

“Nothing trust me” He kept trying to laugh it off but you followed him, the frown on your face still there.

Jack jumped to get to the treehouse and offered his hand to help you up. You looked at him like he didn’t know you and jumped up there on your own. He laughed at your reaction and you rolled your eyes.

“Seriously what’s wrong?” You leaned against the wooden bars.

He sighed before doing the same.

“My father is coming back...”

“But that’s amazing!” He looked at you and shook his head no.

“You don’t understand. He’s never here! He’s always in his stupid forest! And now that he’s back, war has been declared and what if he goes?” His eyes were getting glossy and your frown softened. “What if he goes? What if he dies? What if I only got to see my father three times in my entire life?” He paused for a minute. “I bet he doesn’t even care about me” He kicked a rock.

“Hey, hey, hey that’s not true.” You placed comforting hands on his shoulders. “We both know that’s not true.” He didn’t make eye contact with you. “Look at me.” He turned his head and faced you. “Your father loves you, so much you don’t even know it. He just has a dream, that’s all. And you know how people are when they have dreams.” You laughed to yourself.

He sighed, you dropped your hands from his shoulders and he walked towards the railing.

“What’s your dream?” He said in the distance.

“My dream?” You laughed before sitting on a large branch that was passing through the treehouse. “I want to travel.” You looked at the sky. “But not like your father. I want to travel the whole world. See different countries. I want to see Paris, New York, Los Angeles.”

Jack laughed and sat next to you.

“And you aren't scared of sinking like the Titanic?” he grinned. The sink of the Titanic was still fresh in everybody's mind and you were glad no one in your family was affected.

“No.” You chuckled. “I’ll take a smaller boat to get to New York. One easier to maneuver, not saying that I will ride it. But it will have fewer passengers and enough lifeboats for everyone if something happens. No need to travel on the biggest boat in the world, you saw what happened to it.” You chuckled remembering the day you got the news.

“Well, what would you have done if you were on it?” Jack asked curious to see just how adventurous you are.

“Well depends.” You smiled. “Were you there with me?”

“Maybe.” He grinned.

“Alright then. Because it’s ladies and children first I would be offered to go on a lifeboat. But because I knew you were there and had a 0% chance of getting a lifeboat I wouldn't of taken it.”

“aw really.” He placed a hand on his heart. “I would of forced you to go.” He pointed towards you.

“Then I would jump off.”

“Who’s stupid enough to do that.” He chuckled.

“Me! cuz then we could find a way to survive together, some people survived and they weren't on lifeboats!”

“You mean sink together!” He laughed. “Alright, this how it would go for me. I would force you to go on that lifeboat. You stayed there.” He gave you a look. “Then when the boat sinks I would find a piece of wood stay there until they come to rescue me and then voila! we find each other back in the Carpentia!"

“See then if you find the piece of wood with me we would survive together”

“Nope.” He shook his head. “because im such a gentleman I would let you have the piece of wood all to yourself. And I would have drowned.” He laughed.

“What and I would have been like ‘Jack come back’” The two of you fell into a burst of peaceful laughter.

“So what’s your dream?” You turned your head to face him.

“ha, my dream.” He looked at you before getting up and placing his hands on the wooden railing. His dream was to spend the rest of his life with you. He wanted to marry you someday but didn’t want you to know quite yet.

“It’s a secret.” He grinned.

“C’mon you can tell me!” You scoffed and he laughed at your reaction.

“Nah, you’ll know someday.”

You stood up and leaned against the railing next to him.

“When?”

“Someday.”

You stared into each other eyes before slowly leaning in. The scenery was peaceful, the only sounds were the birds chirping and the wind blowing on leaves.

You were about to close the gap when you heard the giggling of his siblings getting closer.

You pulled away before anything even happened, leaving the two of you blushing like idiots.

“Mom wants you home.” His little brother said in between giggles.

“coming...” He scratched the back of his head before walking away.

“Wait.” Before he even got down from the treehouse you placed a hand on his shoulder and pressed a kiss to his cheek. A smile painted on both your faces before he headed back to his house.

A week later Jack came to the treehouse mad as ever, his expression softened when he saw that you were already there, crying.

“Hey what’s wrong.” He sat next to you.

“My parents were fighting.” You wiped your eyes. “My father is going to war next week.”

He placed a hand on your knee trying to comfort you.

“Mine decided to go to...”

“I'm sorry.” You whipped your nose realizing you had no reason to cry. Your father was there all your life; His wasn’t.

“Don’t be.” He smiled.

“Jack?” You looked at him straight in the eyes carefully preparing your next move.

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

his face painted with a smile at your words and you crashed your lips to his savoring the moment.

“I love you two.” He chuckled.

Four years had passed since. The two of you mainly kept your relationship a secret. It wasn’t appropriate to just date someone. In your society it was considered as bad, but neither of you really cared.

Your mothers knew there was something going on, the two women often discussed it over tea, betting on when Jack would pop the question so the two of you could finally stop hiding.

Both of your fathers were part of the lucky survivors so when your fathers came back, they were more than clueless about your relationship.

You were there for Jack when his father was recovering from his eye injury, and you were here to cheered Jack into forgiving him, and he did.

One later afternoon the two of you were sitting in your treehouse like you always did. Your head was on his shoulder and one of his arms was snaked around your waist.

“Jack?”

“Yeah?”

“Remember a few years ago when I asked you what your dream was?” you played with a leaf.

“Yeah”

“You still haven’t told me what your dream was.” You smiled and turned your head to meet his eyes.

He sighed.

“You really wanna know?” He gave you a soft smile.

“Yeah!” You nodded, he laughed at your reaction.

“Well... my dream was to marry you. Still is.” He smiled proudly.

You looked at him not believing a word he was saying.

“Bullshit!” You laughed and tapped his shoulder.

“I swear it’s true.”

“I don’t believe you” You couldn’t stop laughing.

“Want me to prove it to you?” He laughed.

“How?”

“Will you marry me?” You thought he was joking.

“What?”

“I said, will you marry me.” His tone was a little more serious.

“You can’t just ask me” You laughed even tho every inch of you wanted to say yes. “You didn’t even ask my father’s permission.” You grinned actually wanting this joke to be real.

“Alright then.” He stood up and started walking towards your house.

“What are you doing?” You followed him.

“I'm going to ask your hand in marriage.” He smiled but his tone was still serious. Your eyes went wide.

“You’re not serious?” Your mouth dropped.

“Watch me.” He turned around and threw he hands in the air walking backward for a minute before turning back around to face the road. You stood there in the woods for a second thinking he was totally crazy and this was just a joke.

You decided you would go to his house half hoping he was just going to make a turn and come back, half hoping he was actually going to do it.

“Where did Jack go?” His mother asked who was enjoying a cup of tea with your mother in her garden.

“Your son.” you laugh and pointed towards the forest. “Decided he would ask my hand in marriage.” You shook your head. “I honestly don’t know how he got this idea.” You chuckled and grabbed a cookie from the table.

“Honey he had that idea planted in his head ever since he first met you.” Your mom casually said before taking a sip of her tea.

You chocked on your cookie and tapped your chest to stop coughing. You grabbed an empty cup from the table and poured yourself some tea to get the cookie crumbs out of your throat.

“The second he came back from his first day of school he told me that he wanted to marry you someday.” His mom explained it like she wasn’t just dropping a bomb on you. You choked a second time before leaving in a train of thoughts. You froze as your realised he’d actually told you the truth about his dream.

You started to take the situation seriously and realized that he was probably actually asking your father for your hand in marriage. Sure you were only 19 but you already knew you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him. You gulped as you realised your faith was going to be decided by your father. ar this point you prayed he would say yes.

“There he is.” His mother pointed towards the forest. There he was, a bright goofy smile on his face.

He picked up the pace and almost ran to you.

“So?” You smiled.

Before you could even say anything he picked you up and twirled you around, you laughed before he put you down.

“Y/n,” He bent down on one knee “will you marry me?” you couldn’t even believe your eyes.

“Is this really happening?” You laughed and he just shrugged his shoulders.

“Yes!” You laughed and jumped in his arms pressing kisses to his face, falling to the floor.

The two of you just burst out laughing, happy you were going to pass the rest of your life together.

A few months later you were married. You moved in your own little house and you were living the life you always dreamed you would have.

A few years had passed.

You were living a quiet life with your husband. You had a wonderful daughter that was barely one year old. In that small span of time you had already managed to travel to Paris, Scottland and even Morocco. You were slowly achieving your dream, even-though you already had everything you wanted.

Jack entered the room a news paper in hand. His face turned into a frown as he read the artricle.

“What’s wrong?” You ask mindlessly sowing something.

“More and more people are searching for the Lost City.” He sighed before sitting next to you. “It just isn’t fair for my father...”

You looked at him and gave him a small smile.

“You know your father did so much already, im sure he’s glad to see how many people have taken over his legacy.”

“But people are saying it doesn’t exist... He was so close to finding it, it’s just unfair. He knows his way around the forest like no one else. He deserves another chance to find it...”

A silence fell between the two of you. The only thing that was heard was the birds singing outside and the sound of your daughters toys.

“Then why don’t you go? One last trip, father and son, find the city, come back and be the heroes that make history, put a new name on Z.” You gave him a bright smile and placed your hand on his.

“But what about our trip to New York? And I can’t do what my father did to me, she’ll never forgive me.” He turned his head to your small child who was living in her own world

“It’s only 3 years... And if it takes longer it’s alright. You forgave your father didn’t you? Plus you’re not going to come back just to leave us again.” You placed a hand on his cheek.

He sighed.

“I’ll think about it.”

Five months later him and his father were ready to go. You gave him a goodbye kiss trying your best not be sad.

“Don’t worry, were ganna be gone for 4 years tops.” his father said trying to cheer everyone up. “Plus we will send you all letters promise.” he kissed his wife and gave you a quick hug before jumping on his car.

“Promis i’ll send you loads of letters.” Jack smiled before kissing your forehead.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

And with that he was gone for a new Adventure.

On the 37th day of the third year, you received the most positive letter you had ever received.

Jack claimed that they were near the Lost City and they were soon going to find it. You smiled reading it, taking in his beautiful hand writting and wishing he was here with you.

4 months and 23 days later you received the worst letter you had ever received. The one that would scar your life forever.

A letter from a general who was leading the closest campus to where your husband and his father were last seen.

The letter claimed they never came back from their last quest, but it also said to wait a little while more before jumping to conclusions.

You were torn between mixed feelings. You truely beleived they had found the city and would come back, but a part of you was scared. Scared they were hurt, scared they were dead, scared they were lost.

About two weeks later searches were set to try and find them. You remembered crying yourself to sleep and trying to stay positive but all the odds were agains’t you.

Six months later still nothing. You and his mother were the talk of the town. Everyone was trying to tell you to move on, but you both hoped they would come back someday. Searches were still going and you were more then hopeful.

A year later, you and his mother still hoped they would be back. Praying everyday for them to find their way home, hoping they were in their lost city and were planning to come back just to be with you again.

You were trying to stay strong, everything around you not helping the pain you felt as you woke up and saw his picture on the wall and his letters scattered around your desk. The pain of your precious daughter never even remembering her father hunted you at night, and the vicious firlting of men who were using your grieving widow statues to try and be with you were just knife to your heart.

Ten years had pass.

You still hadn’t moved on. You tried beleive they were still out there, just too far down for anyone to see. You wanted beleive that they found their city and were soon coming home.

It was quiet october afternoon, Mrs Fawcett came to visit you that day to see how everything was going, check on each other. Your daughter was quietly playing with her toys in her room.

You grabbed the daily journal that was delivered to your door step. You carfully took it and read the main article.

Jack Fawcett found after ten years of being lost.

You didn’t need to read more. You didn’t want to read more. You didn’t care if he was found dead or alive, but he was found.

You felt your vision blur as you folded the paper. You whipped your eyes before looking up.

You saw a figure slowly walking towards the house.

You couldn’t believe your eyes as you saw him standing there. His hair grew longer and he looked older then you had left him, but so did you.

You rubbed your eyes not even beleiving what you were seeing.

You let out a soft sob before running into his arms.

“It’s you.” You pressed kisses to his face and held his head with your hands. “It’s really you” You cried and placed your head on the crook of his neck “Everyone thought you were dead.” He tighten the grip on you as tears were rolling down his eyes too.

“And thought I wasn’t going to survive.” He held you even closer never wanting to let go after all these years away.

“Don’t ever leave me again. I was lost without you.”

“Never.”

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ohmymorgan · 7 years

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Roommate: Are u watching another superhero movie?

Me: nope

Roommate: oh cool what are u watching then?

Me: The Lost City of Z

Roommate: Is that Tom Holland?

Me:…

Roommate: can’t even say I’m surprised anymore

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multifandomfix · 2 years

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His Dark Materials: Lee Scoresby, Maggie Costa, Marisa Coulter, Mary Malone

Holes: Kate Barlow, Louise Walker

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Insatiable: Bob Armstrong, Coralee Armstrong, Regina Sinclair // Bob x Coralee x Reader

Just Shoot Me: Dennis Finch, Nina Van Horn

Killing Eve: Carolyn Martens, Eve Polastri, Villanelle // Villanelle x Eve x Reader

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Mamma Mia: Donna Sheridan, Ruby Sheridan, Tanya Chesham-Leigh // Ruby x Tanya x Reader

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Merlin: Arthur Pendragon, Gwaine, Merlin, Mithian, Morgana Pendragon, Morgause, Uther Pendragon

Mom: Bonnie Plunkett, Jill Kendall, Natalie Stevens

Mrs. America: Gloria Steinem, Phyllis Schlafly

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Scandal: Mellie Grant, Olivia Pope, Sally Langston

Schitt’s Creek: Alexis Rose, David Rose, Moira Rose, Ted Mullens

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Sweeney Todd: Judge Turpin, Nellie Lovett

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The Magicians: Eleanor Lipson, Eliot Waugh, Fen, Margo Hanson, Zelda Schiff // Eliot x Margo x Fen x Reader

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harrisons-bbypink · 7 years

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Tom Holland// Jack Fawcett series

A/N this is a short series I am doing on Tom Hollands movie "Lost City Of Z" I really don't know why there isn't more of these like tOm WaS sO HoT In tHaT !! ~ During my childhood I was never a normal girl, I had always wanted to be near my father and do the things he was doing. I was never one to sit and look pretty, though I enjoyed the feeling of how silk dresses felt against my bare skin I just never wanted to stay in one longer than one night. And as I got older I realized that I was more interested in seeing the world, traveling far and wide, rather than sitting at home and being a good house wife. But that all changed, my outlook on life I mean. It changed the moment I met him, Jack Fawcett. He was a handsome stranger looking for funds to expand his and his fathers trip to find a Lost City. Of course I didn't believe there was an actual Lost City, I just wanted to see the world. So I offered my money - my father's money - on one condition, I was to come along. With much protest, and pleas they argued a good fight for serval days but soon gave in, knowing they needed the money. "Are you alright back there, Ellis?" Percy's deep accent casted into my ears causing me to look up from the root covered ground. "Yes, I'm just fine." I pulled my pack tighter upon my shoulders, my eyes land on the shorter version of Percy Fawcett directly in front of me. "Jack . ." I hum. He turns his head over his shoulder, sweat beaded his forehead, his hair falling ever so slightly upon his face. "Do you have any water?" He cracked a small half sided smirk before saying "Ellis, we've only just started and you already need water?" "I'm a lady, and ladies need their water." I retorted back. By now Jack and I had stopped on the trail, he was standing in front of me his hands grasping his pack and pulling it off his shoulders as he got me the water. "Ladies needn't be on this journey." He said as he handed me the bottle. With my eyes glued to his and a devilish glare in them I took a small drink. "A woman can do anything a man can, Fawcett." I hummed, pushing past him and furthered on the trail that Percy had left us on. I heard him chuckle behind me causing a small smile to spread a crossed my face. The sun was a blaring 100 degrees, I felt as if my skin might melt off. My heart rate was heavy, my mouth was dry, and by this point in our journey I had wished I'd just stayed back home. I pushed my self hard to march up the hill, to keep going till I reached the top. Almost there, so close then it was time for a break, to rest and catch some sleep while the jungle around us played. I twist my head around, glancing over my shoulder to see Jack, the struggle on his face is just the same as mine. Both Jack and I where not nearly equipped for this type of journey like his father Percy was. Percy had endured this journey serval times prior to this one, he knew the lands, he knew the people. "We are here." Percy's loud voice beamed. My eyes shot up to see exactly where here was. But I lost my footing and suddenly I'm free falling backwards right back down the mountain we just climbed. My hands reach out, trying to grasp a hold on to anything to keep my self up right, but I miss every single thing. My heart drops down to the lowest point in my stomach as my mind rambles that this is the moment my short 19 years of life ends. "Woah, I gotcha!" Strong hands grasp my waist pulling into a sweat covered shirt. My hands grip the sweaty shirt - definitely not caring about sweat right now - and I catch my footing as the strong arms of Jack Fawcett hold me to his chest. "Thank you." I breathe out. My hand goes to my chest, I start to think about my breathing. In. Out. In. Out. "Are you good, Ms. Parsons?" Jack questions. My eyes glance up to his and I nod slowly, releasing my grip on his shirt. "Yes, yes I'm fine." His stare into mine. For a moment all I can think about is his lips. It was no lie that he was very handsome, and I bet he had girls from all over swooning over him. I on the other hand would fall victim in Jack Fawcett's web. I take a step back, my hands moving to push away the hair that had fallen in my face. My cheeks a pink shade as I stare at Jack - his eyes scanning mine. "I won't let anything happen to you Ms. Parsons."

#tom holland imagine #tom holland x oc #tom holland x you #tom holland x reader #tom holland #lost city of z #jack fawcett #percy fawcett

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thatsabummer02 · 4 years

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I Do?

Eric Forman x F!Reader

Eric and Reader are dating. One day they go to the mall and one thing leads to another and they find themselves in a wedding shop.

(Y/N) POV

Today started out as a normal day. I walked over to my boyfriend, Eric Forman’s house and entered his basement. “Hey guys!”, I greeted as I took a seat in between Eric’s legs, who was sitting on the back of the couch. “Hey Dork”, Eric responded playfully shoving me. I quickly tried to push him off the couch but didn’t want to actually hurt him. After a mumbled “get a room” from Hyde, we settled down to watch Charlie’s Angels. “Man! Farrah Fawcett is hot!!” Kelso shouted earning a slap to the chest and a glare from Jackie. Kelso’s comment started a fight between the two which Hyde made worse with his witty responses to get his friend in even more trouble. After a few minutes of listening to the couple Eric suggested we get out of there. We hopped in the vista cruiser and headed to the mall. ”Let’s grab something to eat” I suggested. We walked over to the food court where I got a pretzel and Eric got a Cracker Jack box. Once I was done and Eric was nearing his prize we decided to do a little window shopping. Eric pulled out his prize and it was a shiny, fake, ring. It kind of resembled an engagement ring. Eric stepped in front of me got down on one knee and in a mock serious voice asked “(y/n) (y/l/n) will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?” In my best, but awful, British accent I said “I do” The people in the mall thought it was real so they started clapping while Eric slipped the ring on my finger and kissed me. “What shall we do now your highness?” Eric asked as we started walking through the mall again. My eyes caught sight of a wedding shop so I grabbed Eric’s hand and pulled him to the shop. “We just got engaged and want to try on a dress and suit as soon as possible” I lied to the lady. After picking out a few different dresses and suits Eric and I headed to the changing rooms. “Isn’t this like bad luck or something?” Eric asked nervously. “I don’t know” I shrugged. Struggling to put my dress on I asked Eric to zip me up. With my back to him he gingerly zipped up the dress I had on. I turned around and it felt like I was in a movie. Eric was dressed in the classic black and white tux that hugged his body perfectly in all the right places. His bow was a little crooked so I reached up and fixed it.

Eric’s POV

When (y/n) turned around it was like time stopped. She looked so beautiful in the white laced dress she was wearing. The dress showed off all her curves beautifully. I was so stunned I didn’t even move when she reached up to fix my bow tie. I was standing there like an idiot with my mouth a gap. I looked like a fish out of water trying to say something but no words could define her beauty. I noticed she started to blush. In that moment I knew I had to marry her. For real.

(Y/N) POV

After we left the mall and Eric was driving home I turned to look at Eric and he still had a stunned look on his face. He hadn’t said a word since he saw you in the dress and it had started to worry you. “Are you okay?” I asked. No response. “Eric?” Nothing. Now I was really worried. What if trying on the dress really was bad news? What if I scared him? He’s young. I’m young. Swallowing softly I say “Eric? Please say something?” For a split second Eric took his eyes off the road and spoke “One day, not now, but one day would you really want to marry me? Like me. Eric Forman. Well known dumbass. Would you actually marry me and have kids with me and do all the boring adult stuff?” I could tell he was nervous. He was fidgeting. His fingers absentmindedly drumming on the steering wheel waiting for a response. I took one look at him and I knew that he was going to be the one. The one I marry. The one I have kids with. The one I do boring everyday adult things with. “If that is your way of proposing then no but if you come up with something better then I’ll think about it.” I say with a grin on my face showing him I’m joking. “Yes, Eric. One day, not now, but one day I’ll marry you and we’ll get all wrinkly together.” Eric looked at me a smiled “good because I would need to start on a back up plan if you didn’t.” Laughing we both decided to keep this day to ourselves. A memory and a story for another day.

My first fanfic ever so give me some feedback.

I do NOT own any of the 70s Show characters

#ericforman #that70show #Eric Forman x Reader #that 70s show imagines #eric forman imagine

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the-creative-lie · 4 years

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Friday Nights

pairings: steve harrington x reader

genre/warnings: friends to lovers. idiots in love. some curse words?

word count: 2k

summary: every friday night Y/N helps steve get ready for his dates. what are you talking about of course she’s not jealous

notes: just a small cute fic for my man steve

You watch amused as Steve fidgets with his clothes, his hair, everything. He keeps his gaze fixed on the reflection in the big mirror in the hall, and you can help but wonder how many days could he go without looking at himself. Maybe you should turn that into a bet. “Can I ask, once more, why am I here?” you let your head hit the pillow, dropping yourself unceremoniously on his bed and grabbing an old magazine from his nightstand. He turns to you and scoffs when he notices you’re not paying him attention. “Because,” he sprays some more Farrah Fawcett around, making you cough, “you’re supposed to be helping me get ready for my date with Allison.” “I still can’t believe you’re going out with Allison Daniels. She 's so boring.” “She’s not boring. She’s nice,” he complains, the bed dipping down when he sits next to you. He starts putting on his sneakers, the nice ones. “I’m not saying she’s not nice. But last time I tried talking to her in Math it was like speaking with a piece of wet cardboard.I asked her what kind of music she liked and she said she doesn’t like music. Like, in general. She only listens to the radio because of the weather. The weather, Steve.”

“Whatever. At least I have plans. What are you gonna do on this lovely Friday evening, huh?” he finishes tying up his shoes and gives you a pointed look. “I’m, huh. I’m hanging out with the kids.” You lied. Well, he kinda had a point but he didn’t need to know that. Steve gets cocky when he knows he’s right. Because it never happens. “Liar.” Oh, no. Busted. “I know that’s not true because Henderson told me they're busy with some nerdy science project tonight.” “Yeah, I’m helping them.” “Y/N, you don’t know jack shit about science.” You grunt, covering your face with the magazine. “Ugh, fine. I’m staying in, okay?” You wish you could punch that stupid smile off his face. He stands up, doing a ridiculous little twirl like he’s in the middle of a fashion show and poses with his hands on his hips. “How do I look?” he asks you, flashing a smile and popping up the collar of his denim jacket. Good, you want to say. Oh, so good. Forget-about-your-date-and-take-me-right-here-on-your-bed good. “You look like shit.” He lets his hands fall at his sides and glares at you. You laugh, wondering if you should end his misery. “You look great, Harrington. She won’t know what hit her.” You put the magazine down and start putting on your jacket. You know this routine like the back of your hand, because it’s been going on for a couple of months now. First, Steve calls you saying he needs your help getting ready. He doesn't. Usually you just lay on his bed shit talking whoever it is he has decided to take to the movies or to a diner or whatever his plans are for the night. Meanwhile, he gets his hair puffed and tries to argue with you. He asks you how he looks. You tell him he’s good. And now, he’s gonna offer to drive you home, because hey, he has to pick up Allison or Megan or whoever anyway, and it’s not like it’s out of his way. And then you’re going to say no, thank you. And walk home. By yourself. “Hey, you want me to drop you off? It’s on the way.” So predictable, dear Steve. You shake your head. “I’m good, thanks. It’s a short walk.” You’re not lying. You only live a couple of blocks away. And usually walking by yourself helps you get rid of all the thoughts that plague your mind every friday night after leaving his house. Listen, it’s not like you were jealous. You’re not Steve’s girlfriend. You’re just, well, his girl-friend. And it’s not like anything will ever happen between the two of you. He sees you as one of the gang, one of the kids even, despite being the same age as him. Steve is protective and he has a big hero complex, you know that. After everything that happened at Starcourt, and that other time with the demodogs, there’s no way he’ll see you as anything else than just someone he has to protect. You must admit though, that you have kicked your fair amount of butt, so you think you can defend yourself, thank you very much. You wave at Steve as he gets in his car and watch as he drives away, to Allison’s house. You start walking home, turning on your walkman and placing your headphones in your ears. When his hair and his laugh and his face, his stupid face, don’t leave your mind, you have to concede to yourself that, hey, maybe you are a little bit jealous. You often find yourself imagining what it would be like if, just once, you were the girl Steve’s getting ready for, the girl he picks up on his shiny car, the one he takes to the movies. But you’re not the kind of girl Steve is looking for. You’re just his friend. In front of you, he can be gross and stupid. And you can be the same in front of him. Why would he want to date you when he’s seen you put chopsticks up your nose? You’ve seen the girls he takes on dates. They all look like something the printer would spit out if you were trying to clone Nancy Wheeler and it ran out of ink. You got home, noticing your dad’s car gone from the driveway. Your parents must have gone out for dinner. They left you a twenty on the counter for some pizza underneath a note with a smiley face. “Dirty Dancing it is.” **** Across town, in what's basically Hawkins only slightly fancy restaurant (in reality, an old italian place with shitty lighting and very uncomfortable chairs), Steve is trying his best not to fall asleep. Allison has been going on and on about something for the last twenty minutes, but his mind is elsewhere.

"So I ended up buying the same shirt in three different colors." God, she really is boring. He should have listened to Y/N. Y/N is somehow always right about the girls he dates. It would piss him off, but honestly it's a bit impressive.

"Huh. Smart." He spots Y/N's parents a couple of tables over and waves back at them with a smile. At least someone in this god forsaken restaurant looks like they're having fun. Steve perks up a little and nods at whatever Allison is saying. How is it every word that comes out of her mouth just sounds beige?

"This pasta is really good. I'm glad I could order it with no sauce, it upsets my stomach, you know?"

Wait a minute. If Y/N's parents are here, then that means she's spending friday night by herself. Again. Locked inside, watching some movie. Probably Dirty Dancing. He rolls his eyes at the thought.

"Have you seen any good movies lately?" he asks, in a last desperate attempt to salvage the wreckage that is this date.

"Hm, I don't really watch movies. I did see a commercial while I was waiting in line at the farmacy the other day. I guess it was funny."

Oh. My. God. Steve just wants to hit his head against the table. Curse the moment he decided to do this. Oh, how he wishes he was just hanging out with Y/N and the kids now. Or maybe just Y/N, if the little shits are too busy with school. He can't wait until he gets home so he can call her and tell her everything about this new disaster, just like every friday night. Of course he can already hear her smug "I told you so" in his head, and he knows he has a full week of jokes at his expense waiting for him.

Maybe if the date doesn't drag on for too long he can stop by Y/N's house with some ice cream or some snacks. Give her parents some more alone time. They don't mind him staying over, really. Y/N 's parents adore Steve. That's part of why he loves spending time at her place.

"Hmm, Steve?" he suddenly snaps back to reality and stares back blankly to Allison, who doesn't look too happy, "Are you okay? You're very quiet."

"Uh, yeah, yeah. Sorry, you were saying?"

"Listen, I don't think this is going to work out," she says, standing up. He blinks up at her, dumbfounded.

"It's just that...you're a little bit boring. Sorry. Thanks for dinner, though. And the ride. Don't worry, I'll just get a cab home." With that, she places the napkin back on the table, grabs her purse and her jacket and leaves. Steve just sits in silence, confused.

Oh, Y/N's definitely going to laugh at him so much after this.

Something suddenly clicks in his brain. Y/N. Oh Lord, he's so stupid. How could he be so stupid?

He throws some money on the table, waves at Y/N's parents and practically bolts out of the door and into his car.

***

The doorbell rings one, two, three times. Gee, when did the pizza delivery boy get so insistent?

You open the door to find a very upset looking Steve Harrington. And by upset, you mean angry.

"Steve, what the hell are you doing here? What happened to your date?" you ask, moving out of the way when he comes inside and drops his car keys on the side table with a loud bang.

"You ruined it."

"Excuse me?" you furrow your brows, confused.

"You heard me. You ruined my date," he waves his hands through his hair nervously a couple of times, all messy and sticking out, long gone the perfectly curated Fawcett hairdo.

"How exactly did I ruin your date all the way from my couch, Harrington?" you ask, getting angry yourself. This is definitely the last thing you needed tonight.

"I didn't listen to a thing Allison said."

"That's hardly my fault, she has the charm of an expired vinegar bottle."

"I didn't listen to a thing she said because I was thinking about you! I was too distracted thinking about you, and your stupid laugh, and your...your…" he freaks out, pointing at the tv, "your stupid movies. I knew you'd be watching Dirty Dancing! Why do you like that movie so damn much!?"

"I'm sorry, did you come all the way here to insult Patrick Swayze to my face?"

"And then she walked out on me. She walked out on me, Y/N."

"Woah, bruised your ego a bit?"

"I'm not joking around, Y/N!"

You blink and raise your hands in surrender. Gee, someone's touchy.

"I just don't know why you're here, Steve."

"Don't you get it, Y/N? It's you. It was always you." He takes a few steps forward, dangerously close now. Your breath hitches a little bit, and your mouth refuses to speak. "I am so stupid. I can't believe I didn't realize it until now. Every night I was out there, the only thing I could think of was going back home, picking up the phone and calling you to tell you all about it. You get me, Y/N. And I get you. And I understand if you don't feel the same way but I think we make sense, this makes sense. Of course it's you, and your dumb jokes and that laugh of yours that breaks me every time I hear it."

You're nearly touching now, and all it would take is one more movement. One more step and then-

"Steve." He closes his eyes, anticipating the worst. He doesn't know. Of course he doesn't know. "You really are stupid. I've been in love with you ever since we met."

His eyes open in surprise, shocked but delighted, and they close again when you crash your lips against his and he melts into the kiss. You grab him by his t-shirt and pull him down, your heart beating faster and faster.

When you finally pull away, you're both out of breath and smiling like idiots. You punch him in the shoulder and laugh. "So, Harrington, where are you taking me next friday night?"

#steve harrington x reader #stranger things x reader #one shot #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington one shot #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x you #friends to lovers

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hoony-parker · 3 years

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Between screaming and happy tears - Tom Holland

A/N: okok, the last Argentinian!Reader x Tom Holland i wrote had a lot of support, so i'm writing this cuz i'm still fucking buzzing because of Argentina winning (i love you, brazilian readers <3)

Pairing: Tom Holland x Argentinian!Reader

Warnings: there's going to be a lot of swearing in spanish, spanish dialogs that will be translated, swearing in general, and Tom being an absolute cutie

W/c: 2.5k

Btw, I write the pet name "bé" I think more than once. It comes from the pet name "bebé" in spanish, which clearly translates itself to baby. My parents use it with each other, and I think it's extremely cute :) I think you'd pronounce it like "beh" lmao.

Also, all of these dialogs are based on real events haha.

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It was July 10th.

July 10th, 2021. Which meant, Argentina was going to play the final from the Copa América against Brazil.

A couple of years ago, you decided it would be for the best to move out of Argentina. You decided to start fresh; a new job, new house, new friends.

There was an infinite list of all the things you missed about your country: Your family, the food, the Mate, your dog. But, what you found yourself missing the most this last season was the football. Argentina was known to be one of the countries with the most supportive fans. And you, having grown up in a home full of Argentinian traditions, football never failed to be a part of your childhood.

You remember days spent in the line entering the stadium, afternoons and evenings in front of the TV, football shirts on, crisps on bowls over the table, and, after turning eighteen, a cold, delicious beer in hand.

But, now, you found yourself living at your boyfriend's house, his brother and two best friends as well. They loved football. It was running through their veins, too. But, the passion that you felt whenever you heard the thousands of fans screaming the lyrics of the original songs in the stadium, or whenever the national anthem would play from the TV, it was something they sure did understand, yet they weren't as fond with it as you were.

They loved your traditions.

Ever since you and Tom met, you've been teaching him and his loved ones all about your culture; cooking them your family recipes, teaching them how to prepare a proper, bitter Mate, and making sure they knew how to make an Asado.

And, you were proud to say, they became fond of the Mate almost as much as you were.

So, when you told them a couple of weeks ago that the Copa América was about to start, they decided to remain silent whenever a game was on, not wanting to disturb you, as they knew how you could get.

With the passing weeks, they could basically feel your nerves and stress radiating from your body.

Argentina hasn't won a Copa América for twenty-eight years. Messi's time in the team was running out, and you could say you weren't the only Argentinian who thought he deserved to retire with the title.

Putting the baby blue and white shirt over your head, you ran towards the kitchen, taking a cold beer and some crisps with you, and running towards the couch.

The game was starting in five minutes. It was 12:55am.

Living in London had its perks, of course. Full of job oportunities, the lovely cold weather you have always loved, and now the home of the love of your life.

Yet, when it came to football games being played in your native country, the time difference between your two loved countries was a bitch. So, if you were in Argentina, a soccer match starting at 9:00pm would be normal. But being four hours forward, it was not a good time for you to wake the neighbours up with your future screams and curses.

So, now seated on the sofa, you remained still as the national anthem played through the television, lips mouthing the lyrics.

The four boys watched from the doorway, arms crossed over their chests. Three pairs of eyes eyed you with concern, one pair with admiration. "Is she okay?" Harry whispered, leaning his head towards his brother for him to hear him, eyes never leaving your nervous figure. Tom remained silent, a smile slowly appearing over his lips. Tuwaine clicked his tongue, elbowing the red headed boy. "She's latina, screaming is basically in their blood."

At this, Tom spoke up. "It's fine, guys. She just gets a little excited." He explained, laughing softly at the memory of the last game. Haz quirked a brow, eyeing his best friend curiously. "Sure, excited is good. I just don't want the neighbours to file a complaint because a crazy person began to yell like a psycho in a foreign language at one in the morning." The blonde explained, pointing at you.

"It's going to be fiiiiine. Stop worrying, will you?"

The game started, and you clapped loudly, cheering the players. "Vamos, muchachos. Dale que se puede." (Come on, guys. You can do it.) You said out loud, eyes focused on the screen.

The game started smoothly. Not that many things you got to complain about. However, you still thought that the team wasn't playing at their best, and you suddenly felt afraid they weren't going to defend a much as they need to.

But, minute 21, you saw the ball being passed easily to De Paul, and you began to cheer. "Dale. Dale. Dale, De Paul." You muttered, slowly standing up. He passed the ball to Di María, who re-adjusted it with a quick step, kicking it towards the goal. "Sí, sí, sí, sí. Vamos, vamos, vamos..." It curved perfectly over goalkeeper, entering the goal. You jumped. In the air. "PERO QUE GOLAZO. VIERON ESO? UNA MARAVILLA." (What a score. Did you see that? It was wonderful.) You screemed, turning around to the boys, the four of them smiling warmly at you. You fisted the air several times in celebration, taking a sip of the beer and sitting back down. "No, no. Una locura. Justo como el gol de Argentina contra Nigeria en el 2008. Excelente." (Just like the score from Argentina against Nigeria in 2008. Golden.) You talked to yourself, looking back at the screen. You leaned forward, taking a handful of crisps, with your free fingers shoving one by one inside your mouth. As De Paoli recounted everything that happened in the game, you laughed at every remark that echoed from the speakers from the television. Tom sat down next to you, placing his hand in your thigh, rubbing it softly.

"How's it going?" He asked softly, looking at the screen. You hummed, laying your head on his shoulder. "I think I might get a heart attack. They're moving so much, it's hard to follow." You muttered. He hummed, nodding his head. "Remember I have no idea what you're talking about. You're constantly yelling in Spanish, love."

You laughed, tilting your head to kiss his cheek. "I know, bé, m'sorry. I get a little too excited..." You muttered sofly.

He chuckled, placing a kiss on your temple. "S'okay. I don't understand a thing, and, if I'm being honest, I'm just a little intimidated by you right now, so I'm going to wait for you in bed, 'kay, darling?" You grinned, kissing his lips. "M'kay. As soon as it's over, I'm heading to bed." You told him, and, as he stood up to leave, you slapped his butt. He laughed, shaking his head. "Just try to be quiet, yeah? Remember it's late, lovie." He pleaded.

"'Course, don't worry 'bout it. Night, baby." You dismissed it, waving him away with your hand. You heard him laugh, and Tom leaned to give your head another kiss. "Night, sweet girl."

After a couple of minutes, you saw a brazilian player approach your goal with the ball. You grew anxious, rubbing your hands together. He kicked the ball, and when it entered the goal, you cursed. "Pero LA PUTA MADRE." (Son of a bitch. A/N: we use this insult a LOT.)

You rubbed your face with your hands.

As you heard De Paoli speak again explaining the events, you looked at the screen with wide eyes, big smile growing on your lips. "Lo anularon! Vamos, carajo." You cheered, beer in hand, taking a long sip.

"Pero, obvio. Si todos van a atacar, no defiende nadie. Bajen a defender un poco, señores." (Of course, if every single one of you's attacking, no-one's going to defend the goal. Play near the goal keeper, misters.) You scolded, motioning your hands to the left, as if signaling the players to move where your hands were pointing.

You put all your attention back at the game, following Messi as he ran towards the brazilian goal keeper with the ball just under his feet. You pursed your lips, eyes widening as he approached closer and closed, your hands interwined tightly under your chin. And, just before he could kick the ball, he tripped over it. You clicked your tongue, dismissing the events with a wave of your hand. "Pero, maestro, llamalos a los muchachos para que jueguen con vos. Jueguen en equipo, señores." (But, man. Call the guys for them to play beside you. Play as a team, guys.) You scolded, not even realizing that your four roommates had reunited once again in the kitchen, watching you from afar, while sharing a beer.

"I'm afraid she'll lose her temper and break something." Harrison said, pursing his lips, taking the mouth of the glass bottle over his lips, taking a big sip of the cold beer.

Harry chuckled, shaking his head. "You think that much anger can come from such a short thing like her?" He laughed. The four boys remained silent, looking at him with eyes widen. Harry's mouth closed, glancing at the three men quizzily. "W-what?"

"She's Argentinian." Tuwaine said, matter-of-factly.

"And she's a football fan." Tom continued.

Harry forrowed his brows, still confused by their statements. "Yeah... And?"

Tom sighed, patting his brother's shoulder. "We'll leave it for you to find out."

And, at that exact moment, they heard you yell. "UN GOL MÁS, CHICOS. UNO MÁS SE MERECEN. DALE QUE SE PUEDE." (One more score, guys. You deserve one more. Come on, you can do it.) You clapped, cheering for them. They all leaned their heads to the right, catching a glimpse of you. The three men raisde each of them one of their eyebrows, looking back at the curly, red headed boy.

He remained silent. "...Okay, you're right."

There were only four minutes left for the game to be over. Your hands were shaking, thinking how they were probably going to add another five minutes, judging by all the changes of players that there has been among the game.

And, as soon as the clock hit 90:00, a +5 was added by its side right away, 90:01 being now showed over the clock. You groaned, tilting your head back. "Yo sabía. Son unos cabezas. No tendrían que haber cambiado tanto." (I knew it. They're proper idiots. Shouldn't have made so many changes.) You complained, shaking your head.

The minutes were flying by, and, you soon began to hear the voice of the narrator. "Argentina se prepara! Están a dos minutos de besar la copa! Laten los corazones, Messi se prepara para levantar la copa! Vamos Argentina, vamos Messi!", (Argentina's getting ready to bring the cup! Just two more minutes! Hearts racing, Messi's getting ready to lift the cup! Come on, Argentina! Come on, Messi!) but you screamed in desperation. "CALLATE, NO SEAS MUFA." (Shut up, you're going to jinx it.) And the boys decided to show up, standing behind the couch, where you were seated.

Thirty seconds away, you began to stand up slowly, your hands grabbing the back of your head in desbilief. As soon as the seconds were over, you jumped, fisting the air multiple times, screaming in desbilief and excitement. Tears were beginning to flow down your face. "ARGENTINA CAMPEÓN! MESSI SE LLEVA LA COPA! JA JA!" (Argentina won! Messi's bringing the cup home!) You yelled, running around the living room. The four men had smiles on their faces, arms crossed over their chests as they watched you cheer and yell, not caring about waking the neighbours up anymore.

You walked up to Tom, already calming yourself down, grabbing his face with both of your hands, eyes glossy and a big, teary smile on your face. "We won." You whispered. Tom couldn't help but smile, putting his own hands on your face, brushing the tears away. He smiled back, thumbs caressing your skin. "You did." his voice barely above the whisper. You leaned in, joining your pairs of lips in a sweet, wet kiss. You pulled away, interwining his hand with his, leading him to the couch, where he seated next to you, bringing you towards him for you to seat on his lap.

You buried your face in the crook of his neck, kissing his skin repeatedly. Tom smiled softly, enjoying the feeling of your lips on his neck, soft, sweet kisses. "I'm so happy." You whispered, hugging him tighter.

Tom felt the wet drops hitting his skin, and, with a concerned frown, he pulled away, taking your face in his hands once more. He brushed the tears away, and you laughed, letting him know they were just tears of excitement.

He suddenly got an idea, and, with a quick 'be right back', he rushed to your shared bedroom, taking his phone and coming back, finding you with your face glued to the television, waiting for the moment where the cup'll be delivered to the Argentinian team. Tears refused to stop streaming down your cheeks, and you stopped trying to brush them away, letting the excitement and love for the sport and your country flow from your figure.

You truly missed Argentina. You realized it's been a long time since you last visited. Covid-19 hasn't been any help with your plans of eventually buying a ticket and take a couple of weeks off to visit your childhood home, your family and friends, and, of course, all the traditions that came with the title of being Argentinian.

Not noticing Tom's presence, he opened Instagram, deciding to go live for just a couple of minutes. With matter of seconds, thousands of fans from all around the world started to join the actor's live, confused as the first thing popping on their screens was an image of his crying girlfriend.

But, after a couple of seconds, he spoke up. "Hey guys! What's up?" He read a couple of comments, wondering why he started a live at late hours in the night. "Yeah, I know. Sorry, it's late. But, Y/n here, as you know, is from Argentina, and today the Argentinian team played the final against Brazil. And, now, she's crying." He laughed, walking towards you and taking a seat beside you, the camera never stopping to point at your face.

You laughed softly, the back of your hand reaching your face, brushing the tears away. "Hey, guys. M'sorry. It's just the excitement," You paused, chuckling lightly. "I'm incredibely happy right now. And, just so you know, I think Brazil was a really difficult oponent to win. They have amazing players, and every single one of them is as loyal and sweet as they could be. It was an impressive game, really." You nodded your head, telling shortly to the camera about your experience watching the game.

"I just hope for the neighbours not to hate us because of all my screaming." You gave a guilty smile, frowning. And, right after those words left your mouth, angry knocks were heard on the front door, all of your heads turning to the white door, eyes widened. Tuwaine turned back to look at you, and he said.

"Too late."

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Argentinian Treasure - Tom Holland

Parinig: Tom x Argentinian!Reader

Warnings: A LOT of spanish dialogs (will be translated, of course) angry argentinians cuz it’s in our blood, even more while watching fútbol.this is going to be so much fun.

W/c: 2.0k

A/N: ok, this is highy inspired in the soccer (football) game Argentina vs Ecuador from two days ago... aaand i know Argentina won, and i’m really excited because of it... sorry to any equatorians reading this. I love you!

this is a video i found from the “hinchada” from Argentina in the world cup, if you’re interested in giving it a look. I personally find it completely hilarious hahah.

A/N 2.0: Translating all these dialogs we use to say at home literally made my day. And it took me a while to stop myself from spitting out half my organs from how hard i was laughing.

You had been giddy all day long.

Since your brother and yourself moved to England a couple of years ago, you made sure you were still going to have the soccer pack included on the TV, judging by how much the sport had been part of your lives ever since you were little kids.

Your sweetest memories from yout native country were always filled with evenings gathered with your family, hot chocolate in hands in the middle of July, watching the World Cup together. Joy, disappointment and excitement always made part of your normal emotions while watching the games.

The lovely sport that had been part of you for so many years, starting with your grandfather and his stories when he was "your age...", your father and his team when he was a teenager, and the list goes on and on.

It was emotional, to say the least. Screams and curses being heared from all around the neighbourhood in sync when the Argentinian team would do a slip, causing the whole country to groan in frustration.

So, when Ecuador and Argentina were going to play tonight, you told your boyfriend to either join you and your family and share your excitement, or to stay silent all afternoon and not text you, not wanting any distractions while the game was on. However, you had your phone still with all the sound on, waiting for the call that will tell you whether you got the job you applied for all those months ago, or if you should still look for other options. And the fact that they said "You should be expecting our call soon," was driving you insane.

Days looking down at your phone non stop, looking for any missed calls or texts, but nothing. Therefore, you were still waiting. With all the anxiousness and excitement.

So, now, you were here.

On your sofa, your brother running around the kitchen preparing the Picada and the beers, your nephew sitting on your lap while you tried to explain him how the game worked, his nose scrunching in confusion.

All your three figures were covered by the Argentinian footbal shirt, and, just when your brother sat down on the sofa next to you, handing you the cold drink while the players were entering the stadium, the doorbell rung.

Getting up quickly, you made your way to the front door, eyes barely leaving the screen. "Y/n, está empezando, qué hacés?" (Y/n, the game's starting, what are you doing?) Dani asked from the living room, annoyance and anxiousness present in his tone. "El timbre!" (The doorbell!) You explained hand twisting the knob and opening the door, your eyes still glued to the television as you shifted nervously over your feet. "Hey, love!" The familiar voice spoke up, your eyes quickly darting towards his. And, before he could say something else, your hand clutched to his shirt, bringing him inside the house and closing the door behind him. "Hola, amor." (Hi, love) You greeted quickly, pecking his lips before he watched you disappear into the living room, flopping down into the comfort of the sofa. He chuckled, smiling to himself as he saw you wearing proudly the colors of your country, hair tied up in a high ponytail and elbows rested over your knees, torso leaning forward with hands interwined under your chin.

He took his jacket off, walking towards the three of you, sitting beside you and letting his hand rest over you thigh. He leaned back, turning to look over your shoulder to look at your brother. "Hey, man."

"Oh, hey, dude. Didn't see you there." Daniel quickly said.

"I... literally just walked in front of you." Tom squinted his eyes in confusion, again smiling to himself as he saw the familiar obsession with the sport. He got no responde from your older brother, his green eyes glued to the screen in fron of you, eyes scanning the players standing in line, ready to sing the short verse of the national anthem. "Huh?" The blonde brother asked dumbfoundedly, mouth opened lazyly. The Brit shook his head with a laugh. "Nothing, mate."

Mateo noticed the brunette's presence, climbing down from his dad's lap and moving onto Tom's, who opened his arms invitedly for the four year-old to comfortably sit on his lap. "How are ya, buddy?" He asked. The little kid shrugged, his big, brown eyes looking at his aunt and dad a little concerned. He shrugged nonetheless, his back laying to press against the adult's chest. Tom leaned forward, his head tilting to have a better look of the boy. "Understand any of this?" He asked him, nodding his head towards the TV. When Mateo shook his head, he chuckled. "Yeah, me neither. Spanish is not my strenght, you know?" Tom sarcastically asked the brown haired boy. "Yeah..." He muttered, earning another chuckle fromt the actor.

First period started.

You sat nervously, you and your brother cursing every once in a while.

The first penal for Argentina came, and Messi stood in front of the arc, running towards the ball. "Dale, dale, dale..." (Come on, come on, come on...) You muttered under your breath, every words coming faster and faster as his feet came closer to the ball. He kicked the ball, the sphere enterin the arc easily. "GOL! VAMOS MESSI ÍDOLO." (Goal(?) C'mon, Messi, Idol -xd-) You praised, standing up in a jump and hugging your brother, making your way to your boyfriend with a little, happy dance.

He chuckled, a smile on both of your faces as you leaned down, pulling him into a kiss.

You broke apart, crouching down in front of him to be at the kid's level, who was still sitting on his lap. You took his hands in yours, smiling exciteldy. "Mateo! Metieron un gol!" (Mateo, we scored!) You explained. Almost immediately, a big smile on the boy's face started to grow, and he happily said. "Yay!" His hands shooting up, fisting the air as you laughed at his antics, kissing him sloppily on the cheeck before going back to your seat.

The first period ended, not many events ocurring. Argentina 1, Ecuador 0.

In the mean-time, you decided to order some pizzas, and, while you were in the kitchen ordering, Tom pulled you to his chest abruptly, emitting a yelp in surprise from you. He embraced you, arms sneaking around your waist and putting you firmly to his figure. You wrapped you arms around his torso, resting your cheeck on his chest, and he hummed, the vibrations tickling your skin, making you laugh. Your eyes met his, and he leaned down quickly, catching your lips in a long, sweet kiss. Lips moving together, his fingers traveled down your shirt, tracing soft circles over your skin, your hands moving up and down his back. You pulled away, nose brushing against each other. His lips went to kiss the tip of your nose, yours scrushing in response.

"What was that for?" You whispered, an incontrolable smile on your lips as you looked at him in the eye. You couldn't help but bite your lip, trying to supress the growing smirk on your face, eyes holding nothing but love for him. You loved him. So, so much.

"I just love how Argentinian and passionate you get over these things. And I love that part of you." He admitted, pronoucing "Argentinian" with a Spanish accent. You chuckled, your arms traveling to circle aroung his neck, fingers playing with the curls in the nape of his neck. "Yeah?"

"Mmh. Yeah." He hummed, leaning down to kiss your lips again.

"Y/n, dale que empieza el segundo tiempo!" (Y/n, come on, the second period is about to start.) You heard Daniel scream from the living room, forcing you to pull apart from the warmth of Tom's lips. He groaned a little, making you laugh, as you kissed his pout again and again until it faded away.

You sat down next your brother, your nephew instantly climbing onto your lap, deciding it'll be his comfortable spot for the next half an hour. You kissed his head, shifting him a little for him and yourself to get comfortable in the position, before letting him lay his cheeck on your chest, his eyes closing.

You looked down at the sleeping toddler, feeling his breath eaven and heart beating slowly, peacefully. That was, until your brother decided to be loud. "No! NO! OTAMENDI QUE HACÉS?! PERO MOVETE, PELOTUDO." (No! No! Otamendi what are you doing? Move, idiot!) He stood up, the loud noises and movements startling the little kid, making him stir in his sleep, letting out an adorable sound. You shushed your brother. "Shhh. Callate, tarado. No vés que duerme Teo?" (Shhh. Shut up, dumbass. Don't you see he's sleeping?) You rubbed a hand up and down the toddler's back, lulling him back to sleep. Your brother sent you a glare, looking back to the TV.

Eventually, the game was over, and you and Daniel had to control yourself to stay quiet while celebrating the 3-0 score, not wanting to wake the little boy up.

You were resting on the sofa, Mateo still in your arms, sleeping over your chest. Daniel and Tom were finishing clening the kitchen, and, catching your attention, you heard the brown haired man sit beside you. "He's so cute." He cooed, looking at Mateo. You smiled, hand caressing the little boy's cheeck softly, moving a fallen curl from his forehead. "He really is." You whispered back.

Daniel walked towards the both of you, excusing himself to grab his sleeping son from your arms into his, walking down the hall to put him to sleep. You laid your head on Tom's shoulder, his hand finding yours and drawing patterns at the back of it. "Imagine how ours would be." He broke the silence, and your head flew away from his shoulder, wanting to take a good look at him. You paused for a second, a smile slowly growing on your lips, and a soft sigh of relief came out of Tom's lips. "Have you thought about that?" You asked him, amused. "Of course I have." He confirmed, his brows forrowing in genuine confusion about your question.

You and Tom had been dating for five years already. As soon as you moved to England for college in 2014, you had met him over a painful body-crash while going for a run at the park. And you've been through it all. His first movie with Chris Hemsworth, When got the role as Spider-Man, the ups and downs from his career, everything.

And it would be a complete lie to say that you didn't imagine a future with him. You've been together for so long, and you still felt as in love with him as you felt the first time he said it to you.

And the fact that he was practically part of your family, made it even harder for you not to fall harder for the actor. He's been there when Mateo was born, when Katelyn passed away, when your brother needed help with his son when he was a baby, now being a single dad. He was there for everything.

"And what else have you thought about?" You asked him, sighing as you made your way to his lap, straddeling him. His hands found their way to your hips, massaging the skin under your shirt. Your eyes were becoming teary, full of affection and joy. Arms circling his neck, chests almost pressed together. These were the moments you pictured in your days for the rest of your life.

"I've thought about... buying a house. Maybe in between the way here and in the way to my parents' house. There's a cute neighbourhood there, and some good schools, too. Pictured how someday I'll buy you the most gorgeous ring, get down on one knee and ask you to me mine forever." He whispered. His eyes traveled to your eyes, and down to your lips.

You leaned forward, lips brushing against each other, hot breaths driving you insane, and warmth already being shared. And, just before your lips touched, you whispered.

"I'm already yours, Tommy. Forever."

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