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lsholland · 3 years

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London Lights (pt. 1) - Tom Holland

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader (1st person)

Genre: Party!Tom

Warnings: swearing; alcohol; nothing much but I don’t recommend -18 to read.

Word count: 1.9k

Author’s note: Hey guys! That’s my first story on this blog. I hope you’ll like it. I’m not native so there may be a few mistakes. I’m trying a new genre of fiction. It’s my first Tom Holland fiction. It’ll be a series of 2-3 chapters. If you want to be part of the master list for Tom please like this post and message me.

Synopsis: Quarantine has been tough. I’ve lost my boyfriend, and I’m feeling lonely. Clubs and restaurants are open again, but I feel like it’ll never be like it used to. My friends have been pushing me to install Tinder and go on dates. Well, tonight, I’m going on a date. I don’t really want to but I’m going to try and have fun for once. Just a few drinks and I’ll go home. What else could happen?

PS. You can read the story on Wattpad.

What am I doing here? I think to myself.

I matched with this guy on this famous dating app . . . And now I'm supposed to meet him here, at this bar. But I don't want to. I'm just hoping he won't show up so I can escape from this shit-place.

I've been seated at the table for a good 5 minutes. The waitress cleans up the table next to mine and asks if I'm ready to order.

No, I want to leave.

I quickly glance at the drinks menu.

"Ehm . . . A pour over Irish coffee, please."

She nods and leaves. I don't even know what I just ordered. I hope it tastes good. Hopefully it'll make me drunk enough not to remember this awful date.

It hasn't even started yet.

I'm sweating.

"Hey there" says a husky voice right behind me.

I turn around and see my date. His name is Jordan. He's good-looking and I bet he's intelligent, but I don't have this feeling with him. I don't know why I accepted to go on a date in the first place. It's awkward.

"Hey!" I grin.

"Have you ordered something already?" he asks, touching his short, clean beard. "I'm thirsty!"

He looks nice.

The waitress hands me my third drink. They help the clock tick a little faster.

He's been talking about his job, his passions. He loves football and practises daily. He has 2 sisters and lives in Camberwell.

Cute.

For a moment, I feel sad for him. He drove all the way to this East London bar, put effort trying to look nice and being cool . . . and yet, he doesn't know it but he has no chance to get lucky tonight. Not with me.

I shouldn't be sorry.

But I am.

I glance around looking for something that might be a little more entertaining than him. I realise I've avoided eye contact since he arrived. I finally glimpse at him. He has beautiful hazel eyes.

Still not enough.

I quickly check my phone. It's getting late. I don't know how to end this.

"Look," I slightly bend over the table. "I'm so sorry but I don't feel like it tonight"

"I noticed." He smirked. "Kinda awkward, innit?"

I chuckle. I am so embarrassed.

"It's okay, though." He added. "I'm just trying to meet new people. I broke up with my ex-girlfriend a few weeks ago. My mates told me I should try these apps."

Okay, now I feel worse than ever. He's been so nice with me and that's how I treat him. I grab my drink and gulp it down.

I shouldn't have done this.

"Let's go dance. I owe you one." I say as I grab his hand and walk towards the dancing area. It becomes difficult to keep my head straight.

I'm drunk, I must admit.

I'm going to regret it, my sober-self shouts in my head.

I don't care is what I reply.

The dancing area is not crowded, but there are already a few people. Most of them are girls.

Girls . . . I wish my friends were not so busy all the time. I would've come to this bar with them instead of wasting my time with strangers.

I start dancing. I stare at him. He looks amused.

A group of guys join the dancefloor and all the girls on my right start screaming. It's so high pitched I cringe.

"What the fuck guys?" I shout, trying to focus on the music.

"Woah, that's Spider-Man!" says my date. He grabs my chin and makes me look in his direction.

No way, I think. It's actually him.

I know he lives in the area, but I've never met him before. It's always weird to see movie stars in real life. They look so much more attractive.

He is so much more attractive.

I try not to be a drunk fangirl and shyly wave to him. He doesn't notice.

"You wanna go and take a picture with him?" my date asks.

"Oh, no, no!" I answer. I'm blushing. "I don't even know what I'd tell him."

He laughs.

The worst thing that could happen is to annoy him during a night out. He needs privacy and I must respect it.

But it's so difficult.

I can't stop staring at him. I don't even control it. Being drunk doesn't help.

"D'you want a beer?" I ask my date whose name I completely forgot.

He nods.

I weave my way through the crowd. I can't believe there are so many people on the dancefloor. The area is so busy since the Spider-Man actor walked in.

Even the bar area is crowded.

I let my body rest against a barstool but quickly lose balance and almost fall on the dirty floor. The flickering lights are making me feel dizzy. I grip the counter and get up. I peer around to make sure nobody saw me.

He did.

I dust off my dress trying to save the dignity I have left.

"Want something?" someone asks behind me. I turn around, it's the barman.

"Two pints of Guinness, please."

I glance back at the same spot, but he's gone. It must've been a dream. I'm so drunk I can't trust everything I think I see.

I'm grabbing both my drinks and look around trying to find my date, but there are too many people. I take a sip of my beer and hold the other one above my head.

Someone hits my arm.

Oh no.

"Oh my God I'm so sorry!" yells the drunk blond girl.

I look at my dress. It's soaking wet. I politely smile at her. "It's okay," I mouth.

What a mess. I glance at the lavatory door. I need to go and save my dress.

"You haven't been lucky here."

I turn around to find out who's talking to me.

It's him. Tom Holland. Talking to me.

"What?" is all I manage to say.

"Do you need a hand?" he politely asks.

I blush so much it's noticeable in the dark.

I'm choking. I'm panicking.

I give him my two beers and walk towards the lavatory. I'm surely starstruck. And drunk. This isn't a good mix.

Once in the room, I grab a handful of tissues and try to soak up my dress. I groan. Did I expect to make that beer mark disappear? Yes. Did it work? Of course not.

I watch my face in the mirror.

I look like shit, I think.

A door slams shut. Two young girls just walked in.

"OH, MY G—THAT'S TOM HOLLAND!" shouts one. They are both panting.

I roll my eyes.

Oh . . . I've given him my beers. What about my date?

"Shit!" I hiss.

I violently open the door and frown my eyebrows as the lights blind me.

He's just here gazing at me. Two beers in his hands. One of them is half empty, the rest being displayed on my dress.

"I'm so sorry!" I say embarrassed as ever.

He smirks. "No worries." He hands me the full glass of beer.

I give him a questioning look as I grab it. What about the other one? Oh, right—He's drinking it.

"What's your na—"

I stop him.

"I know who you are." I peer down. "I'm sorry I didn't wanna disturb you" I say as I'm walking away.

This time I'm smart enough to avoid the crowd on my way out.

"That's rude to leave without saying goodbye!" Tom shouts from a distance.

I turn around and stare at him. He's got a soft smile; he doesn't look drunk at all. I wave him goodbye.

Now, he's approaching me.

"I meant to your boyfriend" he nods in the direction of my date who was dancing with a group of other people.

"He's not my—" is all I can say before he chuckles.

"I figured."

"How?" I clench my jaw. I'm hypnotised by his hand running through his hair. And his smile. And his lips.

"I can barely hear you," he points at a booth in the corner of the room "maybe we could sit there" he suggests.

My mouth softens into a smile.

It's difficult to walk with Tom Holland. Every couple of seconds he's stopped by fans requesting a picture. And he accepts every time.

I'd never be so patient.

"What's that?" he asks.

"It must be so annoying sometimes." I tell him as I sit on the booth.

"When they're nice and ask me, it's cool." He chooses to sit next to me. I can feel his arm touching mine. My heart is racing. He uses his other arm to hold his chin; he looks at me with so much intensity. Sometimes peering down my lips.

His face is so close, but he keeps talking. I can feel his breath on my skin. I'm going to burst into flames. "But when they're taking pictures without asking first, that's delicate."

I nod. I can't really listen to what he's talking about. I'm trying not to lose control.

"So, what's your name?"

He smiles when I tell him. "Why did you leave your date alone?" he asks.

I'm so nervous I stutter. I can't find my words. "I . . . I wasn't in the mood. He knows it. I shouldn't have come here."

"I'm happy you came." He says looking me in the eyes.

I raise my eyebrows. "Are you flirting with me?"

He barks out a laugh and breaks the eye contact. He rests his head on the wall behind us.

He isn't as confident as I thought he'd be. I don't know what's up with him, but I enjoy it.

I suddenly remember he's a movie star. He's always being watched. I glance at the crowd and see flashing lights. They're taking pictures of us.

I'm getting dizzier.

I don't want to see my face on a dumb article talking about Tom Holland's mysterious partner. I don't even know him.

"This is stupid" I mumble.

Tom is intrigued. He hasn't got a clue what I'm talking about. He hasn't even noticed the fans stalking him.

"I'm sorry, I gotta go" I abruptly say as I stand up. "Have a good night."

I grab my phone and leave the venue. I'm upset because I really wish I could've met him in a different context. I open my Uber app: there's no driver available.

Shit.

How's that even possible on a Friday night? In London?

I refresh the app, but it doesn't work. I guess I'll have to walk home.

A part of me wants to go back in this bar and spend time with Tom. He's sweet and I'm sure we would've had so much fun together. I glance through the window trying to see his face one last time, but I can't find him.

"What are you looking for?"

I cringe.

"Oh, sorry I didn't mean to startle you."

It's him. It's Tom.

"What are you doing here?" I ask.

"Going home too. The fun of the party is leaving . . ." he sighs. I smile back at him. I'm embarrassed.

I stand in front of him, none of us say a word. It's awkward. I'm getting anxious and walk away. I'm so overwhelmed.

He grabs my shoulder. "Wait, are you walking home?"

"Yeah, it's okay don't worry." I smile.

"I can drive you home."

"Sorry, but you've been drinking. I won't let you drive me." I curtly say.

He grins. He looks at one of his mates and nods.

"No way I'm letting you walk home alone," he sighs "besides, you're drunk."

"Come with me then" I instantly reply without thinking.

He nods.

What?

He's coming with me. My heart is racing. I won't survive a 30-minute drunk walk with him.

Not with his beautiful glossy eyes staring at me.

Not with my burning desire to kiss him.

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dindjarins04 · 3 years

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CHAPTER TWO

I AM NO JEDI MASTERLIST

You yawned and stretched as the sunlight seeped into your room. Groaning, you sat up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. You waited for your eyes to adjust before slipping out of your nightwear and into your Jedi robes.

You attached your two lightsabers to your hip before walking out to be greeted with Padme. You gasped at the sight of her suddenly being right in front of you.

"Morning!" She exclaimed excitedly.

"Morning...aren't you supposed to be at the Senate?" You ask tiredly as she loops her arm around yours.

"Yes, but I'm here today to be with my best friend!"

"Really?" You raise a brow as she leads you into the cantine where you pick up a tray of assorted foods.

"Okay...well...I actually need a Jedi for protection and I really want you to be there instead of some random Jedi," You chuckled and shake your head as you find a seat as she takes the opposite one.

"Padme, I highly doubt my Master will let me protect you. We have a lot of training to do-"

"Exactly, this can be a part of your training! Look, I really don't want to have protection but they are insisting it happens," She sighs and rubs her temples. "Please, I'll even have another Jedi there if it makes Qui-Gon happy," You chew on your food while tapping your foot, thinking about it before sighing.

"I suppose Qui-Gon has a lot of paperwork to do and if I say this will help with my training...he may let me do it,"

"Yay!" She squeals with joy as more Jedi come into the cantine for their breakfast.

"So what's the threat anyway?" You ask, drinking from your cup.

"Oh, someone is just trying to kill me," You choke on your drink and look at her with a confused expression.

"You say that like it's just another Tuesday," She nods at your statement.

"It was expected,"

"Expected?"

"In my position, many people would want me dead, it was only a matter of time before someone attempted to do so," You nod and then see Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan enter the room. Following behind them is a young boy who looks familiar. He has a long braid and short fuzzy hair. You smile at him, he was fairly attractive. "Someone caught your eye?" Padme's voice says as she looks in your direction. "Staring at someone in particular? Let me guess...him!" She points at Obi-Wan and you shake your head.

"Padme, firstly, he is my Master's former padawan and secondly, I'm not looking at anyone," She rolls her eyes and turns back around to face you.

"Please convince him to let you protect me," She begs, her hand reaching out for yours. "I'll even stay to add my opinion,"

"I'll do it," You say as Obi-Wan and the cute boy sit at another table while Qui-Gon comes to you. "Master,"

"(Y/N)," He sits next to you and nods his head at Padme. "Senator," She smiles fondly.

"Padme is here to ask me to protect her from the threats," You begin.

"Obi-Wan and Anakin have already been assigned to that job," Padme sighs and her head drops while you try to remember the name Anakin. It sounds so familiar. "We have training,"

"Please Master, this will be a big part of my training! And Padme came to me...I'll even work with Obi-Wan and Anakin so you can get all that paperwork finished!" Qui-Gon sighs.

"She's right, I would rather have three Jedi protecting me than two...and I already know and trust (Y/N)...I would feel much more comfortable if she was here to protect me," She says in her politician's voice. Qui-Gon chews on his food thoughtfully before nodding.

"I suppose if the Senator wishes for this, I will have to accept," You smile widely and so does Padme. "(Y/N)...if you do this, the Jedi Council may see you in a better light," He says and you beam.

"Yes, Master," You grab your empty tray and Padme walks with you as you discard it.

"I now have a meeting with the Chancellor, it will be about the vote. Pack your things and meet me back at the Senate, I will inform them of you becoming my protector too," She kisses your cheek before running off. You sigh before walking to your room to pack some belongings you may need while being at the Senate.

‡★•~~~•★‡

You finish packing when a knock at your door startles you. You walk over and open the door to see Obi-Wan and the boy you saw earlier there.

"Hello, Master Kenobi and..."

"This my padawan, Anakin," He says as you step aside to let them in. Obi-Wan walks to your window while Anakin hangs back at the door. "We have been informed that you will be protecting Senator Amidala with us," You nod your head in agreement.

"She requested that I was there, she would feel more comfortable with someone she knows," You say as you finish zipping up your bag.

"Well, Anakin and I are about to head down to the Senate, do you wish to join us?" He asks.

"Sure," You respond before picking up your bag and following them out of the Temple.

‡★•~~~•★‡

It is evening when you exit the Temple with Obi-Wan and his padawan Anakin Skywalker. You drop back to walk next to Anakin.

"So, Anakin Skywalker...name sounds familiar," You begin.

"Of course it is, I'm the Chosen One," He says with a smug grin as you follow Obi-Wan to the speeder.

"Really now?" You say with a small giggle.

"Yep, I am said to bring balance to the force," He says with a smirk that you find attractive.

"Wait..." You stop in your tracks. "You're Obi-Wan's padawan...which makes you that little boy I met after Luminara died," You said, finally realising who he was; the boy who helped you recover from the death of your Master.

"So that would make you...(Y/N)?" He says and you nod. "Wow...it's been what...9 years?"

"10 years," You say and he nods.

"Wonder why we never saw each other," He mutters so you can't hear.

"You've grown...I like your hair," You comment.

"You've grown too..." He says as you climb onto the speeder next to Obi-Wan. "Um..."

"I've got the front seat," You say smugly.

"Exactly-"

"Anakin, just sit at the back," Obi-Wan said tiredly. You giggled as he grunted and moved to sit in the back.

‡★•~~~•★‡

You finally reach the Senate apartment blocks after half an hour of driving through the traffic of Coruscant. Anakin's string of complaints coming to an end as he jumps out and walks inside. You slowly get out and follow him. You see him waiting in an elevator and your heart flutters when he smiles. You don't know why but you cool yourself down before following him, Obi-Wan right behind you.

"So, (Y/N), how's training going?" Anakin asks as the elevator slowly moves.

"Very well, I just hope the council sees it," You say, sighing slightly.

"Don't worry, you're not the only one the council doesn't like," You raise a brow and turn to face him.

"You think the council doesn't like me?" Anakin laughs, shaking his head.

"The council doesn't like anyone who lost their Master at a young age or started their training too old," He points to himself. "I apparently started my training when I was too old and you lost your master when you were too young-"

"Anakin, that's not how the council works," Obi-Wan interjects.

"That's because you don't see what we do," He mumbles just so you hear. The elevator doors finally slide open and you are instantly greeted by a Gungan.

"Obi! Obi! Obi! Mesa sooo smilen to see'en yousa. Wahoooooo!" The Gungan says enthusiastically when seeing Obi-wan and he smiles in response as you all exit the elevator.

"It's Good to see you, too, Jar Jar," He responds politely and the Gungan then slaps his head.

"Oops! Wheresa mesa manners? Excuse me, Master Obi-Wan. I completely forgot myself for a moment there. I have had to learn Diplodiaclect... speak it like a native now. Don't really see the point, actually, but members of the Senate seem to prefer it..." You giggled and he finally notices you and Anakin, but his bulging eyes land on Anakin. "...and this, I take it, is your apprentice... Nooooooooo! Annie? Noooooooo! Little Bitty Annie?" He stares at Anakin. "Nooooooo! Yousa so biggen! Yiyiyiyyi! Annie!! Mesa no believen!"

"Hi Jar-Jar," He then looks at you.

"Nosa! litta(Y/N/N)! Me rememberen when yousa were a small child wit Lumarina trainen yousa! Yousa have grown tup so mui!" You smile, vaguely remembering this Gungan, he was probably the one who travelled to Tatooine with you, your master, Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon. It's all coming back to you now. You've tried so long to forget that painful time.

"Jar Jar Binks...I remember you...you were the one who kept saying my robes were too big for me,"

"Yousa were such a small Jedi!" He exclaims and you giggled.

"I'm perfectly average height," You then feel someone leaning against you. You cock your head to see Anakin resting his arm on your shoulder.

"No, Jar Jar is right, you're so small," He teases and you hit his arm causing him to laugh. Suddenly, Jar Jar pulls you both in a large hug.

"Mesa missed yous so mui," He exclaims. He then begins to lead you to where Padme is. You brush down your robes and Anakin looks at you oddly.

"What?" You ask.

"Getting cold feet in front of the politicians?"

"I want to look professional," He scoffs and waves his hand. "At least I don't look like a stray Loth Cat," He turns and sticks his tongue out before following Obi-Wan. You roll your eyes before entering, Captain Typho nodding in respect when seeing you while Padme beams at you, ending her conversation with Obi-Wan. She hikes up her skirts and pulls you into a bone-crushing hug.

"I'm so glad you came! I was beginning to worry it was just these two," She mumbles and you laugh, playfully pushing her off you. "I still believe all this protection is unnecessary,"

"I'm sure the Jedi council have their reasons," Obi-Wan negotiates. She sighs and then locks eyes with Anakin.

"Annie??" She stares "My goodness you've grown," You look down. So they have history. You keep your cool as they look at each other for a long moment. Anakin smirks and tries to play smooth.

"So have you... grown more beautiful, I mean... and much shorter... for a Senator, I mean," Obi-Wan looks disapprovingly at his apprentice. You narrow your eyes at Anakin's poor attempt at small talk. However, Padme laughs and shakes her head.

"Oh Annie, you'll always be that little boy I knew on Tatooine," You remember again. Everything begins to come back. The time you spent on Tatooine. You didn't spend much time out though. You were on the ship with Obi-Wan for most of it. But then the images of Darth Maul slaughtering your Master comes back. Her dull eyes, her blood-smeared hand caressing your face as she whispers her final words, telling you to trust in the Force. You release a shaky breath. You always tried to block out that part of your life. It makes you vulnerable, it makes you have feelings; fear of losing Qui-Gon, fear of losing Padme. Overall fear. Something that leads to anger that leads to revenge that leads to the dark side. You finally refocus on your group.

"I don't need more security, I need answers. I want to know who is trying to kill me," Obi-Wan and Anakin proceed to talk to her while Typhoo pulls you to the side.

"It's been a long time, (Y/N)," He says with a smile.

"It has, I barely remember anyone here, Typhoo,"

"I'm still sorry for what happened to your Master...all of this...all of these people must give you bitter memories," You look around at everyone; Obi-Wan, Anakin, Padme, Jar-Jar and the other Senators.

"Call it bittersweet," You say.

"Two sabers?" He notices and you nod.

"I'm glad you can count," He laughs fondly at that and you smile.

"I see your attitude did not perish," Your attention is then drawn back to the room.

"Why else do you think we were assigned to her, if not to find the killer? Protection is a job for local security... not Jedi. It's overkill, Master. Investigation is implied in our mandate," Anakin says with impatience.

"We will do as the council has instructed, and you will learn your place, young one," Obi-Wan scolds.

"Perhaps with merely your presence, the mysteries surrounding this threat will be revealed. Now if you will excuse me I will retire," She turns to you. "Come, (Y/N),"

"Yes, Senator," Everyone gives Padme a bow as you follow her out. Once in her room, she sighs angrily.

"Honestly, Obi-Wan doesn't even want to start an investigation," She rants, going behind a changing curtain to slip into her nightwear.

"The council did grant us permission to protect you, not to investigate," You say.

"Really, (Y/N), you too?"

"I...I really want the council to see me in a different light. Perhaps if I listen to them...maybe they'll like me," You say as you sit on her bed. She sighs and comes out in her nightclothes and brushing her hair.

"I understand,"

"But..." You smirk. "Maybe Anakin was right. To protect you...we need to know who we are going up against to know the best way to protect you," She too smirks.

"I like your thinking," She says.

"I'll bring in R2, he'll set out lasers on the floor so if any assassins come through, they'll trip the alarm," You say and she nods.

‡★•~~~•★‡

You and Anakin sit quietly in the living room. You are on a holopad while he looks at you.

"Why do you have two lightsabers?" He suddenly asks.

"I work better with two," You answer, responding to messages Qui-Gon sent you.

"The council allowed you to train with two?"

"No, Qui-Gon allowed me to train with two," You finally look up and you watch Anakin's face flush as you catch him staring at you. "See something you like?" You tease and he laughs, embarrassed.

"Shut up," You shake your head, laughing before looking down at your holopad.

Dammint. You think. Now is not the time to catch feelings!

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angelblacksmith · 3 years

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True (h.p)

Pairing: Harry Potter x fem!Reader

Warning: fluff, a lot of fluff, my English (is not my native language, sorry)

Summary: Non-reciprocal feelings are terrible, but only as long as your best friend does not let it slip that they are mutual.

Word count: 933

Requests are open!

Soft footsteps sounded in the library. The young girl put the books and textbooks on the table. Looking at her friend, Hermione smiled. "Have you already prepared an essay on the history of magic?" Hermiona was full of energy and enthusiasm. Unlike you.

You exhaled loudly and put your head on the table. You wrote this essay over the weekend, but the problem of your fatigue and lack of enthusiasm was not in the essay. It was all about one nice boy who didn't pay any attention to you. Well, how did he not pay attention? He did. He treated you to chocolate frogs, asked for help in studying potions, joked sweetly...

"Y/n Can you hear me? What did I just say?" Hermione folded her arms and looked at you expectantly.

"What? No, I'm sorry, Hermione, I was lost in my thoughts." You were embarrassed and took out an old book of Muggle fairy tales that you were going to read.

Hermione frowned and thought about something for a long time. Her brainstorming session was interrupted by two boys. They entered the library and were talking loudly about something. One of them was red - haired and tall-Ron Weasley, and the other was a...

"Harry, you understand! These Slytherins..." Ron gesticulated a lot and was ridiculously indignant.

"Have you forgotten where you came from? This is the library, Ronald Weasley. Have respect!" Hermione was quietly indignant.

"I'm sorry, Hermione. Hello, y/n." Ron mumbled a greeting and an apology, and then continued. "I was just telling Harry..."

You barely heard the rest of Ron's monologue. All your attention was focused on the table. You knew that if you looked at Harry, you wouldn't look away. Hermione was looking at you carefully. She was thinking about something and couldn't get it out of her head. What if?...

"Is anyone even listening to me here?" Ron indignantly banged his fist on the table, which attracted the attention of the librarian and other students.

"I'm listening." Harry looked up sharply and looked at Ron with an interested and innocent smile. "Are you Hermione?"

"Yes, Ron, I'm listening to you." Hermione nodded at you. "Y/n and I are considering your words."

Ron nodded proudly and took out a crumpled textbook. Under the stern gaze of Madame Pince, he began to pretend to read. Harry followed suit a couple of minutes later. You also decided to read a little. Hermione didn't take up an essay on the history of magic. She was looking at you intently. It seemed that she was about to read your thoughts. Hermione turned away from you and looked at the boys. Shaking her head, she opened her textbook on the history of magic.

***

"Do you like him?" Hermione caught up with you in the hallway. "Do you really like him?" Hermiona walked quickly, not letting you escape from her questions.

"What?" You made the most surprised face, but your red cheeks gave you away. "Who are you talking about, Hermione? I don't understand. "

"You understand everything! Did you think to hide this from your best friend? And you're not playing the surprise well." Hermione smiled and followed you down the hall.

"Okay, you're right." Hermione's eyes lit up and she was all glowing with happiness. "I like him." You exhaled and looked at the floor. What an interesting arnament!

"Does he know about this?" Hermione's question made you look up. You shook your head sadly and smiled. "No, I'm afraid he doesn't even suspect."

Now it was Hermione's turn to be surprised. "Are you serious? He doesn't know?" She started laughing. You frowned at her. What is this sudden fit of laughter? Did you say something funny? Maybe now she thinks you're stupid? You frowned even more and seriously did not understand what was funny you said.

"This is so ridiculous! you have to tell him!" Hermione almost jumped with happiness.

"What? You shook your head and got scared. "No way! I can't! "

"Why? You will never get along with him at this rate…Oops" Hermione covered her mouth with her hand. It seemed to you that she was even somehow ashamed. But what did she say? You have considered her words.

"We? "really Harry Potter? The chosen Harry Potter? Harry Potter himself, who treated you to chocolate frogs? Does he really not see you as a friend at all, huh?..

"Hermione? "You looked at her with surprise. "Is that what I think it is? It's true? "You were seriously worried and wanted to find out faster.

"Really" Hermione looked behind you. You turned around. Harry looked at you with a sad look. "You forgot the book." He handed you the book and put his hands in his pockets, looking down. You've never seen him so sad.

"Well, guys, I'll go." Hermione ran past you and Harry quietly and quickly. There was an awkward silence.

"Is it true? Do you like me too?" Harry looked at you. There was so much hope in his eyes. You bit your lip to keep from smiling so hard. "True."

"Does this mean that I can invite you to Hogsmeade?" Harry scratched his head awkwardly and smiled shyly. He looked so charming and cozy that you just couldn't help but smile.

"It would be absolutely wrong of you if you didn't invite me." You went up to him and lightly kissed him on the cheek. "See you later, Harry."

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pretoriafics · 3 years

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Be mine - Immersive Weekend #2

Okay, first of all, I would like to say that I got a lil bit confused about the "dating" word. I did some researches because, as you all know, I'm a Portuguese native speaker who has English as a second language. I'm sorry if this request is not what you are expecting ç_ç I did my best on it. I can't avoid language issues. You can request another one if you didn't like this.

+18 ONLY Reader’s name: Anne Word count: 1.755 Pairings: Hungarian!Chubby!Reader x Bucky Contain: Tons of fluff <3; Smutty Warnings: English is not my main language <3; Inappropriate language MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE MASTERLIST

You used to take a few photos from Central Park itself and couples. This last one gives you an amount of money and helps you to share your photography studio. Bucky met you one of those days, and you were taking a few photos from the park. You were so charming, especially your size. Bucky would love to hold your shorty form in his arms.

But when his therapist recommended Bucky to talk with you, things began to evolve.

You were an amazing woman. He loves the artistic persona of you and how kind you are. You were such a precious help for him while he tries to let all things about Winter Soldier in his past. And, of course, it didn't take too long for Bucky to feel attracted to you. After all, your confidence and accent were pretty seductive for him. You achieved the deed to got him to blush once when you were flirting with him.

But things have been changing lately.

Bucky has been so busy with Sam and the missions that your dates were constantly interrupted by an emergency. It completes gets you annoyed, but you were trying to be understanding. Then, one day, both of you just thought that yeah, maybe it would be better if you guys just spend time together. It could be at his apartment or yours.

But he needs to try a date night one more time, with no interruptions. Just you and him.

Bucky took you to a surprise date. He covers your eyes, and you could take it off just when both of you arrive at your destiny. The sky was full of stars, and the waterfall gives the romantic mood you need. Near the banks of the waterfall, there was a van. Its interior was all padded with pillows and blankets and entirely decorated with lights.

You gaped slightly with all of that, and your heart almost melted inside your chest. Then, Bucky holds your hand and looks at you.

"I thought that I should do something special to you. Our dates always get ruined by something, but this time it will be different."

"This is so beautiful..." You said, with the air in your lungs fading away. Your heart was racing, and you look at him with a smile on your face. "I can't believe this!"

Bucky looks at you smiling, and he walks to his car again, putting a song on it. Then, he approaches you and reaches out to you.

"Would you give me the honor of a dance with me?"

You felt your face burning.

"Of course."

He took your hand and pulls you close to his body, and then you and he was dancing slowly under the stars glancing at each other. All of that was being so perfect! His hands were resting on your waistline, your hands onto his chest... Bucky can't stop looking at each detail of you. Your curly hair, your eyes... He loves the shape of your lips. That certainly is the part of your body that drives him crazy! The way you moves them... Bucky could spend the entire day just looking at your moving lips.

He could spend his entire day looking at your ass too. However, Bucky doesn't think he could talk it with you. Not right now. He even hasn't touched you the way he wants yet! But maybe he could get it today.

"You're stunning today." He said to you, resting his hand on your face and sliding his thumb on your skin in a gentle caress. "Mainly with your blushed cheeks."

You let out a low chuckle, feeling your cheeks got even redder.

"Am I blushed?"

"Yeah, totally. But don't worry, it's cute."

You look at him, letting out a low chuckle again. Bucky always arouses feelings inside your chest, but this night he was doing it on a completely new level.

You rest your head on his chest, and he put his chin on your head. Now, he was sliding his fingers through your curly hair. You were still dancing slowly, in such an intimate moment. You two had never done it before.

Then, Bucky's voice made presence again.

"Doll... Uh, I mean, Anne..." Bucky clears his throat, anxious. You rest your chin on his chest, looking up to him.

"You can call me Doll if you want, Bucky." You said, almost melting for his words. "I don't mind."

He smiles at you, resting his hand on your face and looking at you with such caress in the eyes.

"Okay, Doll. I wanna know if you are hanging out with someone else."

"I'm not. What about you?"

"I'm not either. I mean, I don't need it, and I don't want to. I have you. You're all I want and need."

Oh my Godness. It was pretty hard for you to stand on foot right now. Your legs were shaking in anxiety. He never told things like that for you before.

"You know, I don't need someone else. I just need you."

Bucky gives you a smile and curves himself to kiss you softly and slowly. That was not the first kiss of yours, but without a sign of doubt was a different one. It was like the first time you tasted his lips. So magical. So right. It felt like home to you.

Then, he breaks the kiss. Bucky stays so close to you that you could feel his breath on your face.

"So be mine, Anne." He said with a low and soft voice. Your heart failed a beat. "Let me be yours and be mine. I want you."

You felt anxious, and the words suddenly wipe away from your mind.

"Are you requesting me to be your girlfriend?" You finally said, and a chuckle let out the soldier's lips.

"Yeah, I am."

"Okay. I want it. I'm yours."

With his heart warm in pure love, Bucky kisses you again, slowly and so caring. When he breaks the kiss, this time, he took your hand and guides you to the van.

"Come here." He said, entering the van and sitting in the blankets. Between the pillows, he took out a small black box. You lay down on the blankets, looking at him when he gives you the box "It's just a gift. You know, to forget every time I needed to leave you alone."

You opened the box and saw a golden and delicate necklace. You let out a sigh, enchanted.

"You didn't have to do it, Bucky. Oh, thank you. It's so beautiful!"

You sat on the blankets, taking the necklace off of the box. Bucky took the jewel and put it on you.

"I'll not let you alone anymore, okay? I promise you."

Bucky gets close to you, and you get stuck into his blue eyes. Then, he rests his hand on your bare leg and kisses you, with his hand sliding up and down on you. He absolutely loves the softness of your skin, so he can't wait to see you giving your body to his wills. The taste of your lips, the smell of yours... It all acts like fuel to him. He just wants to kiss you even more.

Bucky deep the kisses on your lips and his touch on your bare leg puts your body on fire. You are pretty sure he could be considered a drug. You are addicted to him, and you needed more of his lips, his touches.

He lays you down in the blankets of the van without stopping to kissing you. His hand slides up on your leg, going under your dress and reaching your panties. Actually, you and Bucky never did anything related to sex. He was from other times, and he still got some old manners. So, he wanted to touch you just when he get sure you want him the way he wanted you.

Now he gets your answer Bucky can't wait to find out how you react to his touches.

Bucky slides his lips from yours to your neck, kissing you and putting some nibbles on your skin. A wave of pure fire runs through your body, and when he slides his fingers on your pussy over your panties, you let out a long sigh of pleasure. Wanting more of him, you slide down your nails on his abs under his shirt. You reach his pants button, and you open it. When your hand slides to his cock's direction, you felt a smile on his lips.

"Such an impatient girl... I'll take care of your manners later."

You bite your inner lip and looks at him. When your eyes met his blue ones, your body shakes. There was something different on them. They were darker, possessive. Bucky pulls the top of your dress down, exposing your naked breast. Then, he fits himself between your legs on his knees, taking your panties off and spreading your legs. His hands run through the inner part of your legs, and he looks at you. The white color of your face was already redder in lust. The vision of you giving yourself on him droves him crazy.

Bucky curves himself over you, taking one of your nipples with his mouth. Your fingers intertwine in his hair in an incentive to continue, while his fingers trace circles on the most sensitive part of your body. His touches make your veins burn, and you already feel wetter.

But when you let escape a low moan... Damn, it just made his desire for you grow even more. He wants you mad in lust, begging him to continue. He wants to hear you scream his name under the night.

Bucky let out your nipple, and you look at him, dizzy in pleasure. He goes down on your body and kisses the bare skin of the inner part of your leg. His voice was low and darker.

"I'll just put one rule tonight, babe." He said, without stopping to kiss you. His deep eyes were focused on yours while you look at him, putting your body up by your forearms to look at him better. You were a prisoner under his blue eyes. "I want you looking at me all the time." His kisses slide upon you until his mouth reaches your wet pussy, eating you with such a will.

But then, he started to talk again while eats you.

"I want to see how you are when you come."

Yeah, it will be a long and noisy night.

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punkscowardschampions · 5 years

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Ali & Ro

Ali: Soooooo Ali: How'd your date go? Ro: I'm not sure who you meant to send this too, but perhaps try again? Ro: You can't mean me Ali: Coy, that's how you're playing it, I see Ali: Solid choice 😉 Ali: You and Drew musta been agonising over coffee options then Ro: What are you talking about, Ali? Ro: It was just a coffee stop for everyone, rehearsal fuel Ro: You know full well I've never been on a date Ali: I know full well that was just a ploy for some alone time with you Ali: and not yet but it is so clearly on the cards! Ali: I'd start dropping hints now, otherwise who knows where you'll end up Ro: Don't be ridiculous? Drew isn't remotely interested in me like that Ro: Why would he be? He has his pick of girls at school, and beyond the gates, too I'm sure Ali: Because you're you and he should be so lucky Ali: A bombshell with brains to boot Ali: Yeah, he's got a rep but he's being uncharacteristically sweet with you so, taking him at face value Ali: Anyway Ali: What do YOU think of him? More importantly Ro: Oh no no, this isn't a transformation story whereby I take off my glasses or get my braces taken off finally and am suddenly considered good enough for the protagonist Ro: Besides, I'm not even smart, just a hard worker Ro: Most importantly, he's always sweet with Meena so it's hardly uncharacteristic Ro: Other than knowing him as her kind older brother and Caleb's friend I really don't, know him that is Ali: Oh hush ignoring the fact that art is always a poor imitation of life and not the other way 'round Ali: He's love interest #1 at best, potential to be more if he sticks to his lines Ali: You're the loveable protagonist, silly Ali: Hmpf, fine. Would you like to know him better then? Ro: Of course, like I said, he's kind and sweet and Caleb's proven himself to be a good judge of character Ro: I just fail to see why he'd be interested in getting to know me, beyond being civil to me for the aforementioned reasons of mutual connections with important people Ro: He's Drew Goldsmith and I'm me Ro: We're incompatible given even the little we are both aware of concerning each other Ali: Well, I dunno about that, I think he's a fool and my evil plan is working 😏😂 Ali: Because he fancies you Ali: Potentially Ali: This stuff can defy usual logic, for better or worse, opposites CAN attract or repel in the case of humans Ali: But he wants to find out, I know this practically for a fact (of course, I haven't asked, don't worry) so its up to you to decide if you do too Ro: I have no idea what you believe you possess in terms of knowledge about his attractions or intentions but I highly doubt you're right in so far as him fancying me Ro: Sorry to say Ro: He may look like Connla of the Golden Hair but I am by no means a fairy maiden Ro: If only I could be noble born, never grow old or indeed never die Ali: Have you forgotten what happened to the last person to question my omniscience, sister? 🤔🍄💀😉 Ali: And have you also forgotten who and what you are, 'just because they told us too Ali: Cannot believe what I'm hearing here, I refuse to! Ro: of course I haven't Ro: but perhaps I should try and grow up, or at least be more realistic, when it comes to this Ali: Never! We do live in those green and pleasant hills after-all Ali: Won't stroke his ego as hard as to say UNLIMITED pleasures await but Ali: Everyone is positively like a silly child when it comes to love Ro: It isn't love though and therein lies the issue Ro: Simply a silly crush on my part and polite interest on his Ali: It rarely is at first sight Ali: and there's nothing polite about how keen he is Ali: See where it takes you, that's all Ali: he's clearly going to be hanging 'round jam seshs' and the like as long as you're about so whatever it will be, its inevitable Ro: I thought it would be, the whole charade of fireworks when our eyes collide and butterflies in my stomach. Everything clear and definite Ro: I'm afraid of whatever this is Ali: That's just horniness Ali: You just have better restraint than romance novel writers, is all Ali: Its aright to be afraid, its new and unknown Ali: Here be monsters Ro: Well that is comforting, especially if it ensures I won't fall as hard and fast as those heroines do Ro: particularly if I'm destined to do so alone Ro: Okay...but what if the monster is revealed to be me, in his eyes anyway, what if he gets to know me and doesn't like what he discovers Ali: Sure it was the corsets, poor girls could barely breathe, makes swooning all the more likely, those dastardly dandies! Ali: Then he's as bad, and ignorant (and MORE scared of the unknown than you feel right now), as every explorer who wrote natives off as savages Ali: You are far from a monster in every sensible definition Ali: Misunderstanding maketh monsters Ali: So that'd be on him, can't control other's perceptions but he isn't going to think you are, there's just no reason to Ro: I know you're right but Ro: I just suppose I wish I could control something Ali: I know Ali: Well, one thing you can control is your yay or nay to whatever he's offering up Ali: Not suggesting you have to make the first move, or put it all out on the line, 'cos he definitely will Ali: #gentleman Ro: That much is definite Ro: We should call another rehearsal, allow you to guide my vision to where yours currently reside so I'm not blindsided Ro: because I'm just not seeing what he wants with me Ali: Absolutely Ali: I'm really feeling the whole band thing too Ali: Are you enjoying it? Ro: Unexpectedly so, yes Ali: Right? I think everyone is Ali: Its something Ro: I've never played in front of that many people outside of a recital setting, I thought I'd mess up but it wasn't like that at all Ro: And everyone there seemed really into it Ro: Who knew there was so much respective talent surrounding us? Ali: Mess ups are more than welcome but you're flawless Ali: Me me me! 😊 Ali: Toying around with the idea of doing some local performances Ro: Flawless was you and Caleb Ro: I've never heard your voice so complimentary in a duet before, don't tell Marlene Ro: Oh? I think the others would be into that Ali: 💕 Ali: Might get her so raging she'd have to join us to prove you wrong Ali: I know it probably sounds a bit soon but like you said, performances are so different to practice and whatnot Ali: People would vibe Ali: There's all the places I've done solo, they'd be chill, and you know Suggs? Left School this year gone Ali: He's having a big Bday party for his gf and he's asked if I could do something Ro: Terrifying as it'd be to make a possible enemy of her, she's a very good bassist Ro: Very true, and too much practice can make it sound too rehearsed which clearly isn't what you're going for with this Ro: I heard Caleb talking to Drew about potentially performing at the restaurant so he'd be excited for sure Ro: Hm...I'm not certain I know who you mean but a gig's a gig Ro: Would he be alright with you bowing out as a soloist? Ali: She is Ali: She's gonna come around on her own tho, I know her Ali: She's just pouting Ali: Understandably, I'm not being as glib as I sound, just, we weren't right Ali: Exactly! That would be chill, you've gotta come thru with me just to get food, it's delicious and its beautiful Ali: Yeah, of course, one person can only rock out so hard solo Ali: Even if that one person is me Ali: Like, Bowie had a band, ya feel? Ro: I trust you and your intuition Ro: When's the party? Ro: I need to mentally prepare Ali: ✌ Ali: we've got 2 weeks to prep, assuming he doesn't get his arse dumped Ali: awkies, want us to play you out honey? 😂 Ro: Funeral march for his ego Ro: If the stars are good to me I'll make 2 weeks of wishes Ro: Should suffice Ali: Brilliant Ali: I'll check our charts Ali: Pull out some eyelashes if necessary Ali: The stars will fall and align for us Ro: I have faith Ro: Have you told the others yet? Ali: I haven't actually, I'll drop it in the group chat later Ali: Seeing Caleb tonight so I'll discuss the finer points with him then Ro: Good idea Ro: Oh yes, I'd forgotten it's your date night! Ali: As long as he hasn't we'll be fine 😋 Ro: Have you done his chart? If not he has perfect eyelashes to steal Ali: Not yet Ali: Been getting quizzed myself by his Ma Ali: Fair 'nuff but no time to sneak in so hey Ms Cavante, where was Caleb born and at what time exactly? #witchgirlproblems Ro: How very unfair Ro: Tonight could be the night Ro: I've already got the cards out here, questioning myself Ro: The spread's favorable for the party to go well for us as performers Ro: [Sends her a picture of the tarot] Ali: Knew we'd ace it but with the fates on our side we CANNOT fail Ali: are you asking about the Drew sitch? Ro: Perhaps Ali: I got you Ali: Keep it between you and the universe 💖 Ro: OH what are we going to wear for our first performance? Ali: THE BEST BIT Ali: We need to plan! Ali: Maybe shop! Ali: I think the party is a masquerade ball (how sweet for a hapless stoner, right?) Ali: We could run with that Ro: Well now I'm enthused Ro: Pencil me into your diary please Ali: Absolutely Ali: I think we could make better masks than we could ever find Ali: or makeup looks Ali: we will workshop this Ro: Agreed, you could create something amazing overnight Ali: We could go out and forage fresh flowers for it Ali: that would look beautiful Ro: Yes! Oh my god, we have to Ali: Perfection Ali: I'll see what the others want too Ali: Maybe we could go a galaxy glitter/paint moment on the guys but I feel like Meena would fosho want in on this floral faerie moment Ro: If you need me to start pressing any of the flowers let me know Ro: I'll make time Ali: You're an 👼 Ali: We can do it over lunch Ali: in between practicing Ali: Such busy 🐝s Ro: I don't mind I like to stay busy Ro: Do you think Drew will come to the party? Ali: Same tbh Ali: I bet he will Ali: And not to show off his musical prowess, bless him Ro: Do we need a name to perform under if we don't just want to be called 'Ali's band' by the host? Ali: Fantastic point, I don't want to be THAT lead singer Ali: So much to think on, oosh! We'll have to put the feelers out in the group chat Ali: should be something we all vibe Ro: I bet the boys will have some interesting ideas Ro: You should speak to Tommy as well, he's learn so much stage stuff at school Ro: If we're going to do this might as well make it look professional I think Ali: Agreed Ali: As long as he doesn't want to choreograph a whole girl group dance routine for us Ro: Imagine! Ro: I'd have to hide behind the piano Ali: Shy yet sultry keyboard girl prerogative Ali: I'll crowd surf my way outta there Ro: How long of a set are we going to play? Ro: There's so many potential covers not to mention the originals you and Caleb both have written Ali: Oh man Ali: we could do 20 like an opener but we are the main act, as it were, but its not that hardcore Ali: I think we could put together a 60 Ro: I hope we can all agree between us Ali: we will Ali: oh, could you cover for me with Ma tonight? Ali: she's not my bestie rn Ro: Of course Ro: I have a rare night free of any babysitting duties so it'll be simple Ali: Good, you deserve a break from the little demons Ali: I hope a book and a bubble bath are on the cards after you calm down the dragon Ro: They are indeed Ro: Perhaps I can suggest the same for her Ali: Perhaps I'm just giving myself away as twisted but that is a hilarious mental image Ali: Her grumpy face peeking out of a bubble beard Ro: Ali don't that's going to stay with me when I do get in the tub Ro: Oh no Ali: 🙊🙈 Ali: I can only apologize Ro: Cleansing that from my thoughts immediately Ro: Are you coming home at all or just straight out to see Caleb? Ali: If I do, catch me creeping up the stairs Ali: She's not been this pissy since Lachlan Ali: She's so SURE Caleb is like that and its just Ali: hilarious Ali: imagine Ro: Once she gets to know him better she'll change her mind Ro: She has to Ali: She SHOULD but will she? Ali: Stubborn old goat 😂 Ali: He's not going anywhere any time soon so if she wants to pine for Marlene that's on her but Ali: 🤷 Ro: I'll start counting cars to wish on just for her (and you), hold my breath, dig out my baby teeth, everything Ro: She just doesn't want to be a grandmother yet is all, it's no slight on Caleb personally I don't believe Ali: My vagina my choice, Mama Ali: Bless her Ali: It'd be fine if she threw out the same level of concern at...oh, idk Ali: Bea and Fraze Ali: 🙄 Ro: If she could secure us all same sex relationships she would, undoubtedly Ro: Likewise, if there was any feasible way to show Bea concern that she'd allow it'd be done Ali: When your kids don't have the good grace to be gay #gutted Ali: Yeah Ali: I need lessons on how to be a bad bitch, clearly Ro: Please don't take any lessons from Bea Ali: Its okay, I don't think she'd be willing to teach me Ro: Very true Ali: Best kept secrets and all that Ro: Speaking of, I've just received a text and must go Ali: Say no more Ali: run baby run 💚 Ro: Have fun tonight Ro: Bluebeard and I will try not to miss you too much Ali: Aww, I'll be home for snuggles lads Ali: wouldn't wanna get pregnant Ali: Laterz Ro: See you soon xx

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