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falcqns · 3 years

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To Be So Lonely

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader, Sebastian Stan x Reader

Summary: Henry has a crush on you, but you’re dating someone else, and he broods about it. he confronts you about it and ruins his career.

Warnings: swearing, threats, henry is a mega asshole in this and ruins his career, dont know where this idea came from lol

A/N: Bratty!Henry makes a comeback as requested! Hope you enjoy!

Don't blame me for falling

I was just a little boy

Don't blame the drunk calling

Wasn't ready for it all

Henry had been a fan of yours for a while. You had appeared in a few movies and TV shows, and he watched them almost religiously. You hadn’t been acting as long as him, but he firmly believed that you were way better at it than him, He had auditioned for a few of the same projects as you, but he never got the role, for one reason or another. He very vividly remembers watching the Mockingbird movie that you were in, and the feelings of jealousy he got as he watched you kiss your co star, Sebastian Stan. He almost wanted to hate Sebastian, but he had done nothing to him, so he couldn’t. Other than kiss the girl that Henry wanted for himself.

Then, one day, Anya and Freya busted into his trailer with huge smiles on their faces.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, petting Kal, and smirking at his friends. They locked eyes with each other and giggled before Freya told him what was going on.

“Y/N got a part on the show!” She squealed, and Henry felt warmth blossom in his chest in hope.

“Shut up. You’re joking!” He said, standing up, a huge smile spreading on his face. “When does she start?”

“Tomorrow!” Anya squealed, and Henry’s smile grew even bigger. He couldn’t wait.

You can't blame me, darling

Not even a little bit

I was away

And I'm just an arrogant son of a bitch

Who can't admit when he's sorry

Henry was practically shaking with excitement when he woke up the next morning. He wanted nothing more than to rush to set to meet you, but he needed to go for a run, eat, and get himself and Kal ready before he could do that.

40 minutes later, he was ready and was practically speeding to set with Kal in the passenger seat of his car. Kal had his head out the window, his mouth open, biting at the wind. Henry glanced over at him and chuckled. His stomach was feeling the same way.

He arrived moments later, and looked around the parking lot for your vehicle. He didn’t know what type of car your drive, but he noticed a black Dodge Ram 1500 that he hadn’t seen before today, so he had to assume that was yours. His eyes were darting everywhere, looking for you, while walking to his trailer. He dropped Kal off in his trailer, and filled up his food and water bowl before he left for the makeup trailer.

He walked out of his trailer, and that’s when he saw you. You were standing outside your trailer, which was opposite of his. Your hair and makeup was done, and you were talking on the phone. Suddenly, he was feeling very nervous, as you hung up the phone and your eyes landed on him. You waved at him, and the butterflies in his stomach grew as he walked over to meet you.

“Hi!” You said.

“Hi! I’ve been wanting to meet you for so long,” HEnry said as he gazed into your E/C eyes. You blushed and he opened his arms for a hug, which you willingly gave.

“Me too!” You said, and the two of you continued talking until your phone rang again. Henry glanced down briefly and his heart dropped into his stomach at what he saw. It was a picture of you and Sebastian kissing, and there was a heart next to Seb’s name.

“Sorry, that’s my boyfriend, but I’ll talk to you on set, okay?” You said, and Henry nodded with a smile, an attempt to cover what he was truly feeling.

“Of course.” You nodded, and walked away with the phone held up to your ear.

“Hey, baby...” You said into the phone, not noticing how Henry turned his back, and walked towards his trailer.

Don't call me baby again

You got your reasons

I know that you're tryna be friends

I know you mean it

Don't call me baby again

It's hard for me to go home

Be so lonely

Henry managed to hide the hurt he was feeling for a few days, but Anya and Freya first noticed something was wrong when Henry walked away from the three of you while you were telling them how Sebastian was trying to impress you once, and ended up falling down his trailer steps. Henry had made it to his trailer before breaking down. Kal bounded over to him, and pressed his body against his legs. Henry sunk to the floor, and let Kal rest his head on his shoulder. He let out a whine at Henry’s crying, and henry calmed down. He didn’t want to upset the one thing that makes him insanely happy. It was you, but you were taken. he couldn’t think about you liked that anymore, no matter how much he wanted to.

Anya came into his trailer a few minutes later, and sat next to him, her hand resting on his arm.

“What’s wrong?” She asked, and Henry lifted his head to look at Anya. “I like her. So much. But, she’s out there dating that asshole.”

Anya let out a laugh, and Henry looked at her in confusion. “What?”

“Sebastian isn’t an asshole. Just because he got her before you did, you’re going to make him look like the bad guy in this situation? First of all, there is no bad guy in the situation. She’s happy with him. He’s happy with her. If you’d sit and listen to the way she talks about him, you’d understand that. He has done things for her that I’ve never heard of anyone doing for their significant others, especially those who dont care about said significant others. When they were filming together, she really missed her best friend, so he flew her out for her birthday, and paid for them to spend the weekend at Disney World together. He’s a really nice guy, but you’re going to sit here and brood simply because he met her first. Dont blame him, and dont you dare blame her.” Anya said, before giving Kal a pet, and walking out of the trailer.

Henry glared at the wall opposite him for a few minutes, before pulling his phone out and going to instagram. He looked at his notifications, and scoffed in annoyance when he saw that Sebastian followed him. Without thinking, he clicked on the three dots, and blocked him.

You might be taken, but that didn’t mean he didn’t have to be okay with it. He stood up, wiped his eyes, and headed back to set. He made a point to keep his eyes glued to his phone so he didn’t have to talk to you.

He shouldn’t be blaming you for this, but the jealous side of him told him to, since he couldn’t blame Sebastian.

I just hope you see me in a little better light

Do you think it's easy being of the jealous kind?

'Cause I miss the shape of your lips

You'll win, it's just a trick

And this is it, so I'm sorry

You noticed Henry’s demeanour towards you go down over the course of your first week, and you were scouring your brain to figure out why while on FaceTime with Sebastian.

“I don’t know what I did to him. He barely speaks to me, he refuses to be alone with me, and if I even mention something about Marvel or our movie, he scoffs, and makes snide little remarks. He seemed like such a nice a person, and i dont know what happened.” You explained to Sebastian, while playing with your fingers.

“I don’t know, either love. I did notice that he blocked me though. I tried to follow him earlier in the week, and now I can’t even find his account, so I think he blocked me. I don’t think it has anything to do with you,” He said, giving you a sincere smile, that was full of love. You smiled at the sight of his steel blue eyes.

“Why would he hate you though? You’ve never met, and I thought he was a Marvel fan. Anya told me he was, and that he went to see Mockingbird in theatres. It doesn’t make sense.” You said. You watched as something washed over Sebastians face, and he ran his fingers through his hair.

“He might like you. I never even thought about that. He’s friends with Chris, I’ll find out for sure,” Seb said, picking up his phone and typing out a message to Chris.

“You think he like me?” You questioned, and Sebastian nodded. “Yeah, i think he does. I mean, he follows you on all your socials, comments on all your posts, he went and saw a Marvel movie by himself, and I’ve heard from a few people he’s been wanting to work with you for a while, but scheduling always got in the way. To me, its the only logical explanation right now.” He said, and you saw his face fall a little.

You smiled. “Baby, look at me,” His head lifted. “You know, even if this is true, I would never leave you, right?” He nodded.

“I know. It’s just- he’s played Superman. An actual superhero. I play a troubled 100 year old with a metal arm that he got through a debt owed to Steve by T’Challa. He’s played so many more influential roles in his career, and I haven’t even gotten the lead in a ‘superhero’ movie, I’m only a side character. And, I know you had a crush on him at one point. Plus, look at the dude! He looks like a Greek God. I don’t want to lose you.” Sebastian admitted.

You giggled slightly. “Baby, I don’t care about that. I care about you. Did you know that before I started on the Mockingbird set, I was terrified to work with you? I had the biggest crush on you, and I was terrified you wouldn’t like me back, but I was proven wrong instantly, when you came up to me and gave me the biggest hug, and told me if I needed anything, you were there for me. You waited for me on set so you could walk me to my car, even on days where you got to go before I did. You visited me when I was sick, and asked to hang out on our days off. You did that. He didn’t. I love you, not him, dragă.” You said, and he smiled. He locked eyes with you through the screen, and you saw tears welling up in his eyes.

“Te iubesc atat de mult,” He said in Romanian.

“Si eu te iubesc foarte mult.” You responded. “I’ll see you when your plane lands tomorrow, okay? It’s getting pretty late there, and your flights in a few hours.”

You and Seb said good night, and hung up. As you laid in bed a few minutes later, you thought to yourself. “Did Henry really like you, or was that just Seb’s jealousy?” You decided to confront Henry in the morning.

Don't call me baby again

You got your reasons

I know that you're tryna be friends

I know you mean it

Don't call me baby again

It's hard for me to go home

Be so lonely

You arrived at the door of Henry’s trailer less that 12 hours later, and you didn’t bother knocking. The thought of bringing Seb on set when Henry had a problem with him didn’t sit right with you, and you needed to figure out what the fuck was going on.

You walked in, and saw Henry putting food and water in Kal’s bowls. He looked up at you before returning to what he was doing.

“What’s your problem with Sebastian?” You demanded, and to your anger, you got a scoff in return.

“Who says I have a problem with him?” He said, refusing to even look at you. You felt your phone vibrate in your pocket but you ignored it for the moment.

“Seb! You blocked him on Instagram when he followed you. You roll your eyes whenever I talk about him, and get all pissed when he calls me. He’s done NOTHING to you! So what is your problem with him?” You demanded, and he finally turned around to look a you.

“He calls and texts you constantly! He always has to be talking to you. You’re here to do a job, not sit around and text your little boyfriend.” He said, and you laughed.

“Are you fucking kidding me?! I do my job perfectly well, and if you’d open your fucking eyes for two seconds, you’d see that I text him first! I tell him when I’m doing a scene, and when I’m not so he knows he can call me! Being in a long distance relationship is hard, and I’m trying to make it easier on him and I. And you say I’m here to do a job. Right now, I cant think of a SINGLE reason why I even took this job in the first place! Oh wait, I TOOK IT BECAUSE I WANTED TO WORK WITH YOU! Did you know I had an offer from Tom Cruise for The Mummy sequel and I turned it down because I wanted to work with you? I could be in Egypt right now, in shorts and a t shirt with Tom Cruise and Annabelle Wallis, my favourite actress, rather than in dreary fucking England, doing a show with you where you treat me worse than the horse shit that Zeus leaves in his path!” You screamed at him. His face became red, and he retaliated.

“FINE, YOU WANNA KNOW WHY I HATE HIM? BECAUSE HE HAD YOU FIRST! I’VE BEEN TRYING TO WORK WITH YOU FOR YEARS, BECAUSE I HAVE HAD THE BIGGEST CRUSH ON YOU, SINCE YOU APPEARED IN MURDOCH MYSTERIES! I WAS SO EXCITED TO BE ABLE TO WORK WITH YOU, AND I WAS GOING TO ASK YOU OUT, BUT YOU JUST HAD TO GO AND SLEEP WITH THE FIRST A LIST ACTOR YOU COULD GET YOUR HANDS ON WHO PROBABLY DOESN’T GIVE TWO SHITS ABOUT YOU! YOU DON’T WANNA BE HERE? LEAVE! I’M SURE TOM WOULD LOVE TO HAVE YOU! HE PROBABLY WROTE THAT PART SPECIFICALLY FOR YOU, BECAUSE WHY WOUDN’T HE? YOU SEEM TO GET EVERYTHING YOU WANT SO WHY DON’T YOU JUST TAKE IT, AND GET OUT OF ENGLAND BEFORE YOU BREAK MY HEART EVEN MORE!” He screamed.

You blinked back tears, and swallowed the lump in your throat before answering. “You don’t get to hate him because he got me before you did. That’s cruel and wrong. And I didn’t sleep with the ‘first A List celebrity i could get my hands on’. I slept with him because I love him, and he loves me. And you’re right,” You felt the tears spill over, and you did nothing to stop them. “I’m sure Tom will be happy to have me, because I quit. I cannot work with you. You are not the person I thought you were at all.” Your turned to walk out the door.

“And to think that I used to have a crush on you too,” You remarked before letting the trailer door slam.

And I'm just an arrogant son of a bitch

Who can't admit when he's sorry

You ran down the stairs and was immediately embraced by Sebastian, who had just arrived on set when he heard your and Henry’s screaming match.

“It’s okay,” He whispered into your ear, as you started sobbing. At that precise moment, Henry walked out of his trailer and opened his mouth to speak. Sebastian held up his hand before he could.

“I think you’ve done enough damage, Cavill. I’m not going to allow you to hurt her anymore. I can’t believe, that you, out of all people, would treat her like this simply because she’s dating someone else. You may play Superman, but you definitely don’t deserve it.” He remarked, and led out away. But, Henry being Henry, decided to snark back.

“You’re one to talk. You play a 106 year old Hydra assassin who somehow managed to convince everyone around him that his a good guy. You’re no worse than I am buddy.”

“Go to your trailer, I’ll see you in a second.” You nodded and headed in. While he dealt with Henry, you called Tom to let him know you could take the role after all.

“I don’t know why you think that you can treat my girlfriend like that, but it’s not okay. You should have seen the amount of research she did for this role! She read every single book, and played every single game in preparation for this role. She was so excited, and turned down the chance to work with her favourite actress to work with you. Not many people would do that. I also dont know what I did to warrant you absolutely hating my guts, other than dating her. I’ve done nothing to you, and even if I did, that doesn’t mean you can treat my girlfriend like shit for it. I’d watch your fucking back, because unlike you, she’s a Marvel actor. The majority of her friends are Marvel too, so don’t be surprised if you get a few nasty messages from certain Avengers, because I will not withhold this information.”

Sebastian walked in to your trailer and found you on the phone to Lauren, apologizing. You hung up a few seconds later and turned to Sebastian.

“She mad at you?” Sebastian asked, and you shook your head.

“No. She understands. She says that she’s sorry that he acted that way, and that she’ll be talking to him. I called Tom and I have the role. I fly to Egypt in two months.” You said, packing up your things. Seb nodded, and moved from where he was to help you.

You took off your costume, and took your hair out. Sebastian took your duffel bag with all your things, and the two of you headed out. Thankfully, you didn’t see Anya of Freya, you weren’t in the right space mentally to explain what happened. All you wanted to do right now was get as far away from Henry as possible.

Don't call me baby again

You got your reasons

I know that you're tryna be friends

I know you mean it

Don't call me baby again

It's hard for me to go home

Be so lonely

Henry sat in his car after getting yelled at by Lauren, Anya, Freya, Joey, and the director, staring at the tree just outside his windshield. He let his emotions get the best of him, and now filming was suspended until they could find a replacement for you. No one was mad at you, no one blamed you. Not even him. He’s the one that fucked up, he’s the one paying the price.

He dug his phone out of his bag, and wasn’t surprised in the slightest when he had a whole bunch of unread messages. He filtered through all the threats that your Marvel friends had sent them.

Chris: you are unbelievable. i cannot believe you treated her like that. my first impression of you being a complete and utter dickhead was true. i can’t believe i was ever friends with you.

Anthony Mackie: for Superman, you’ve done some serious damage. and that’s saying something. i’d be amazed if this didn’t ruin your career completely. you dont get to sit there all high and mighty simply because you’re ‘heart broken.’ none of us are going to keep this quiet.

Scarlett Johansson: count your days cavill. never thought you’d be the type to make a girl cry.

Elizabeth Olsen: congrats on ruining your career. if you even come near Y/N again, we’ll do much worse than ruin your career. believe me.

He threw his head back against the seat. They wouldn’t take it to social media, would they? He thought as he clicked on his instagram app.

The first thing he saw was a post from Robert Downey Jr explaining what had happened.

He’d fucked up bad, and there was nothing he could do to fix it.

To be so lonely, to be so

To be so lonely

To be so lonely, to be so

To be so lonely

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rreyie · 3 years

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Porco for fluff alphabet?

porco galliard fluff alphabet

warnings- very very mildly suggestive themes

a/n- i think we all need a bf like porco, he’s so sweet i stg

A is for Activites- what do they like to do with their s/o? how do they spend their free time with them?

porco will do anything you want him to do. but a favorite of his is to just go out and explore downtown marley. there’s no specific goal you’re both trying to achieve, just going where the day takes you. downtown marley is crowded, so he’s got a hand holding yours the entire time to ensure you don’t get lost. you’ll both stop in a few different stores, his favorite is whatever the aot equivalent to bath and body works is and the lingerie shop. he wants to buy stuff for you to show he cares, and you’ll probably leave with a bag or two full of different clothes, and just random things you two thought were cool. the one place he insists on stopping at is the deli. he always gets something with at least two kinds of meat, and will pay for yours as well. the day ends with getting back home and doing some cuddling on the couch while he falls asleep on your lap.

B is for Beauty- what do they admire about their s/o? what do they think is beautiful about them?

porcos favorite feature about you is the way you smile and laugh, also your hands. each time you laugh at one of his jokes, he turns a deep red at the fact that someone finds him entertaining. his world seems to light up when you’re happy and smile at him, and he will cherish each time you do so. he also loves your hands, they’re just perfect for holding and he loves to intertwine your fingers.

C is for Comfort- how would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

porco would do anything in his power to make sure you’re smiling by the end of the day. when his s/o feels down, he picks up on it very quickly and immediately asks what’s wrong, and who is causing you this pain. he would want you to take things slow for the day, he’ll be doing all the work for the next 24 hours. if you want affection, he will hold you while you cry into his shoulder. there’s a good chance he will cry with you, since he is upset seeing you like this. when you’re having a panic attack, he drops everything to get to you. if you’re immobilized by the emotion, he will carry you to a secluded room if there’s one nearby to give you some quiet with him. he will embrace you like he never has before, stroking your hair and whispering “you’ll be alright, i’m here honey. take your time.” he will be more understanding if you’re not okay by the end of the day since he knows these things are serious and he wants to make sure you’re completely okay before resuming back to normal.

D is for Dreams- how do they picture their future with their s/o?

porco dreams of having a family with you. once the war is over, he will make it a priority to get the two of you married and move out to a house in marley. porco absolutely adores children, so he would probably two with you. he wants two boys that can have the same kind of bond that he and marcel had. he would probably have enough money at this point that he could retire because of his service in the war, so he will become a stay home dad and watch his two boys. and he will probably name one of his sons marcel jr.

E is for Equal- are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

porco wants both of you to have the same level of commitment and dominance in the relationship.

F is for Fight- would they be easy to forgive their s/o? how are they fighting?

porco has a temper. he’s quick to snap. the fighting was likely initiated by him, possibly because he saw you hanging around reiner for too long today. it never gets violent, but porco can’t control what comes out of his mouth sometimes. he might throw an insult here and there. if you leave the room in tears, he will beat himself up over it and once he’s given you some space, he will apologize while trying to hold back tears because he feels like a shitty boyfriend for doing this to you. if you’re the one who apologizes first, he will pretend to act mad but really he’s not deep down inside because he loves you that much.

G is for Gratitude- how grateful are they in general? are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

porco might not say it, but he appreciates what you’re doing for him. instead, he will do things in return to show he’s grateful, i’ll get into that later down the list. he is overall pretty aware of how dedicated his s/o is to him.

H is for Honesty- do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? or do they share everything?

the only reason that you know everything that’s up with porco is because he vents to you very often. he does keep his fair share of secrets though, but they are very minor- except one. most of his secrets are about the war, one of his best kept and worst secrets about him was that he killed a child while at war with the mid east allied forces. he still feels terrible about it to this day, and wouldn’t want you finding out about what he did during the war.

I is for Inspirational- did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

you likely changed porco more than he changed you. porco has a tough guy exterior and was pretty self absorbed before meeting you, but he learned that it was okay to cry and let his guard down around you. he also became a little more selfless, since he would do anything to protect you.

J is for Jealousy- do they get jealous easily? how do they deal with it?

porco is one to get jealous very easily. he’s possessive too. if he sees you hanging around reiner for a minute too long, he holds a grudge on you. he doesn’t speak to you for the rest of the day, and when you meet up with him to head back to your bedrooms, he just says “so reiner is gonna replace me, huh?” and walks off without another word. you’re gonna have to smother him in kisses to let him know you still love him more than anyone else, and stay the night while he clings to you in his sleep.

K is for Kissing- are they a good kisser? what was the first kiss like?

porco loves to kiss. he’s amazing at it too. his kisses are sloppy, lazy, slow, and teasing, with a lot of tongue and spit. his favorite place to kiss is on your bed just to get some privacy to do whatever you want. he especially loves when you’re both half naked and kissing so he can feel your skin on his. the first kiss was in town next to a fountain, where he confessed his feelings to you. you told him to close his eyes and you went in for it, and he kissed you back instantly. the blush on his cheeks was insane once you pulled away.

L is for Love Confession- how would they confess to their s/o?

after the festival in liberio, he stood with you and watched the fountain in town square. you made a comment on how pretty his eyes looked in the moonlight, and he made a bad attempt at complimenting your face, which made you giggle. hearing you laugh made the butterflies errupt in his stomach, and he knew he couldn’t hide it anymore. he said, “look y/n, i have no clue if you’re gonna hate me after what i’m about to say, if you think i’m weird just say something, but i like you. i have since i met you, and i think i want to be with you- oh god, i don’t even like you, i love you-“ you had to shut him up and kiss him on the lips before he started to ramble about how much he loves you.

M is for Marriage- do they want to get married? how do they propose? what would the marriage be like?

of course porco would want to get married, he’s a family man. he would probably propose somewhere very informally, like you two were talking about it one day and he’s like “well i mean there’s no better person than you that i would want to marry, you would make a wonderful wife-“ and that’s how it all started. you two got married in a church in liberio, with pieck as the maid of honor and zeke as the best man. he cried when he saw you in that white gown, he thought you looked like a princess. the marriage would be fun and laid back, you two would travel a lot before settling down about a year later.

N is for Nicknames- what do they call their s/o?

he calls you “babe” and “baby” a lot. occasionally he will call you “honey” or a variation of your name.

O is for On Cloud Nine- what are they like when they are in love? is it obvious for others? how do they express their feelings?

he’s a flustered, bashful baby. if you even look his way he will turn red. he tries to show off his skills, and wants to make himself stand out above the rest. he does his hair with extra care in the morning and starts to wash his face to make his skin look better. pieck picks up on it first, and she will occasionally say something about it, but all porco will do is grumble something and brush it off. zeke will notice and say something as well. porco expresses his feelings by occasionally complimenting you on your outfit, and sneaking a touch here and there like if he’s brushing a stray piece of hair out of your face. if you do the same to him, his brain will stop working for a moment.

P is for PDA- are they upfront about their relationship? do they brag with their s/o in front of others? or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

porco is a big fan of pda and bragging. especially if you’re within 10 feet of reiner. he makes it very known that he’s taken, the first time he walked into the meeting room in front of the other warriors he literally announced, “oh yeah, y/n is my girlfriend now. just thought you guys should know.” he loves to talk about you with the other guys, not in a bad way but like sharing stories about time you two spent together, how wonderful you are, and quite frankly the other guys are kind of tired of hearing a new story about you every hour. porco won’t hesitate to kiss or show affection in public, not full out making out but like a medium length kiss on the lips is acceptable. he’s always got his hands on you in public too, like an arm slung around your shoulder or just holding your hand. he wants everyone to know you’re his.

Q is for Quirk- some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

not quite sure if this is beneficial in the relationship but he gives the best piggyback rides. he has a really strong back that’s able to lift you up and he loves hearing your little giggles as he hoists you up into the air and onto his back. then he will run all around the place with you on his back in a fruitful attempt to make you laugh and smile.

R is for Romance- how romantic are they? what would they do to make their s/o happy? cliché or rather creative?

porco is in general a very romantic person. he will always treat you and try to make you happy just like to do to him. one of his favorite things to do for you is to take you out to some expensive restaurant in the rich part of marley and treat you to dinner. he wears his best suit and thinks you look absolutely stunning in that outfit of yours, which makes a little blush bloom on his face. he is vocal when it comes to telling you “i love you” and will say it to you at least 3 times a day. when you come back from an expedition in the mid east, he will be waiting for you in the train station with a big sign that says “welcome home y/n” and a bouquet of roses.

S is for Support- are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? do they believe in them?

porco thinks you should go for whatever makes you happy. he doesn’t exactly know how to help, but he will give you words of encouragement- like “you’re doing so well babe!” or “i love how you’re so determined, keep it up!” he truly does believe you can achieve whatever goal you’re working towards, he has a lot of faith in you.

T is for Thrill- do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? or do they prefer a certain routine?

porco loves change, and he would like a new way of doing things. it can be anything from going to a different place for dinner or waking up at a different time, he just wants things to always be different. he values thrill and spice to your relationship, it’s a key element to dating him.

U is for Understanding- how good do they know their partner? are they empathetic?

he will slowly learn more about you throughout your relationship, but empathy is something he needs to work on. every new bit of information he learns about his parter surprises him, and he makes a mental note of it to use for later. empathy is different though, because of his tough guy exterior he didn’t find empathy easy in the beginning. in fact, the first time you vented to him he said something along the lines of “well? get over it. it’s not worth dwelling on it.” when you ran off crying, from then on he made sure to never say that again.

V is for Value- how important is the relationship to them? what is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

your relationship is one of the reasons why he keeps fighting with the war going on. he wants to have that future with you and live a peaceful life after, so in a way it’s a priority.

W is for Wild Card- a random fluff headcanon.

porco is a blanket hog when you go to sleep together. he doesn’t realize it but after he starts to sleep, he will grab the blanket and roll himself in it so that he’s in a blanket burrito and your shivering on the other side. he also snores very loudly. if you wake him up to tell him he will begrudgingly give you some of the blanket, but then he gets cold. he will cling to you the entire night in an effort to keep warm.

X is for XOXO- are they very affectionate? do they love to kiss and cuddle?

porco is a cuddle bug once you get to know him. he especially loves to cuddle in bed or on the couch. he loves it when you fall asleep on him so he can see how pretty your face is when you sleep. porco kisses you many times per day. on the neck, lips, cheek, collarbone, hand, anywhere he can have access to. he loves it when you kiss him back and leave a hickey or love bite.

Y is for Yearning- how will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

he will try to keep in contact with their partner and keep something of theirs by his side always until they come back. if the time is okay, he will write you letters and expect you to write one back saying that you’re alright. he will grab a t shirt you wore out of the hamper and sleep with it for the night because it smells like you. he also might cry a little because he misses you, and he will shed a tear once you come back home with the biggest hug and kiss.

Z is for Zeal- are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? if so, what kind of?

porco would go lengths for the relationship, especially if your life was on the line. he would do everything in his power to make sure you’re safe and comfortable. this is lowkey funny but if you two were in immediate danger, he would let you ride on the back of his titan while he runs to safety. he would sacrifice his life for you as well.

#attack on titan #shingeki no kyoujin #aot hcs #aot headcanons #snk headcanons #porco headcanons #porco aot #porco snk #snk porco #porco galliard #aot porco #porco fluff #aot fluff #snk fluff

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robinsdearest · 3 years

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Ugly

Hal Jordan x Reader | Clark Kent x sister!f!Reader | John Stewart x Reader

Intruder (Part 1) Mattresses (Part 2) Ugly (Part 3)

After about a month of continuous Friday and Saturday night dates, John finally asked you if it was okay that the two of you were official, which made your heart swell. John Stewart was an incredibly generous man, especially when it came to you. He continued to always be a complete gentleman, and he never let you down- in essence, John was the complete opposite of Hal Jordan. And speaking of Hal, the voicemails and the notes kept appearing. John tried to talk some sense into Hal after he revealed to the League that the two of you started dating, but Hal never got the picture. Hal came to League meetings less and less, went on fewer missions, and didn't talk to any of the other members- all aside, your brother and your boyfriend did not care. A couple of months after Hal started to disappear from the Justice League, you started to get nervous. You felt as if something bad was going to happen. John kept trying to assure you that he wouldn't let anything happen to you, at least not while he was around. You were also scared that John would end up cheating on you like Hal did. When you confronted your boyfriend about this, John turned into a mess- he couldn't help but hold you and kiss you and tell you that he would never do that to you. He was cheated on like you were, and he swore that he would never put you through pain like that. His words eased your mind, and you pushed all your worries to the side, even about Hal. That confrontation was about a month ago.

Now, you sat at a table in a very fancy restaurant in Metropolis. John sat across from you, the two of you holding hands on the table. You were telling him all about your day and everything that was going on at work. John was partially listening as he was also trying to plan a way to ask you to move in together in Metropolis. At the sound of your brother's name, John snapped out of his trance. "I'm sorry, Y/N. I dozed off. What did you say again?" He rubbed the back of his neck, obviously embarrassed. You only laughed and ran your thumb over the back of his hand. "I was telling you that Clark wants me to move here to Metropolis. That way he can always keep an eye on me. I don't think it's a bad idea since I could also be closer to you." A large, toothy grin appeared on John's face: you met his own plan. "I mean, yeah! That would be great. But do you know what would be better?" John leaned forward over the table to get closer to you. You leaned forward as well to be several inches from his face. "And what would that be, huh?" John gulped down some air- it was now or never. "You could also be closer to me if we moved in together. An apartment here, in Metropolis, closer to your brother." His smiled was erased from his face as you shot back away from him. Pulling your hand away, you brought it to your other arm where you started scratching yourself- a tick John learned you did whenever you got nervous.

"Y/N. I didn't mean to, I mean, if you don't want to, we don't have to." You stayed silent which worried John even more. Your eyes kept shifting from John's eyes to something behind him. When John finally understood and whipped his head around, anger instantly flooded his body. He stood up abruptly and put some distance between him and the table. "What do you want?" John growled and shoved his hand into his pants pocket, slowly putting the ring on in anticipation. "I need to talk to Y/N. Come on, baby. I know you want to." "Go away, Hal. She doesn't want to see you." John could smell the alcohol on Hal's breath. He stepped towards Hal, putting more distance between you and him. "Shut it, John. You don't know her like I do. Right, Y/N?" Hal stepped forward and was met by John's strong hand to his chest. "No way, bud. Now let's get out of here before something turns ugly."

It was Hal's turn to become angry. "Ugly? I'll show you something ugly!" He threw a punch at John's face, which John barely dodged. You stood up from your seat and backed away. You knew something bad was going to happen. You fumbled for your phone hoping to call the one person that could help. John had pushed Hal outside of the restaurant and into the alley where they both proceeded to turn their rings on, both becoming clad in green. "She doesn't deserve you, John! She doesn't love you like she loves me." Hal threw insults simultaneously with his punches. He was drunk and not very focused. John kept his composure and dodged each punch. Hal eventually had enough. "Okay, FINE." He was screaming now. "Let's dance, pretty boy." A green bull emerged from Hal's ring. The bull charged at John, who projected a shield to try and protect himself. John looked down to the restaurant to see where you were. You were outside of the building, crying. John could see your sobbing from the air. His attention was turned away from you when Hal's bull broke through his shield. The bull turned into a raging train. John had barely enough time to move out of the way. He flew higher up to move the chaos away from the street. Finally pulling out your cell phone, you called Clark first. He didn't answer. You then called Diana, Barry, and finally Bruce- the last was the only one to answer. "Bruce. Hal is attacking John. I'm sending my coordinates. Please come and help. Clark isn't answering." The man on the other end didn't say a word as he hung up on you. You returned your eyes to the sky, only to find Hal holding John by the throat and beating the life out of him. You screamed Hal's name. He halted his assault on the other Lantern, and threw him onto a nearby roof. Hal floated down to you. You could still smell the alcohol radiating off of him.

"Y/N. baby. I knew you would want to talk." He reached for your hand which you instantly pulled back. His eyebrows furrowed together. "Y/N? You know I would never hurt you. Please come back to me. Can't you see I'm a mess?" The tears on your face continued to crash down and caused you to stumble while speaking. "Ha-Hal. I can't do this with y-y-you. I'm moving in with John." Hal's eyebrows furrowed deeper into an angry frown. "You're what?" He clinched his hands into fists at his side. You stood a little straighter while composing yourself, not fully noticing his boiling rage. "I'm moving in with John. You cheated on me, Hal. I cannot and will never forgive you." You let out a scream when Hal quickly moved towards you, scaring you with his movements. You knew he would never physically harm you, but you had never seen Hal this drunk before now.

"No, no, no, no, no. That can't be true. You're mine, baby." Hal inched his face closer to yours as if to kiss you. You turned your head away from him, yet you never felt his lips. Instead, you felt a whirlwind and the absence of Hal's stench. When you looked up, you saw Clark holding Hal by the neck into the building next to you. Once again, you screamed another name- this time, Superman's. He instantly stopped hitting Hal, and dropped him on to the roof. Superman rushed over to you, picked you up, and carried you to John's body. You sprinted to John's side. He was leaning against an air vent, holding his side. He probably had a few broken ribs most likely a broken jaw. A sad smile danced on John's face when he saw you. "Y/N." he coughed loudly. "I'm sorry I didn't protect you well enough." A tear rolled down his face and onto your hand which caressed his cheek. "And you also never answered my question." You half-laughed, half-sobbed and threw your arms around his neck. "Of course I will, John. That sounds wonderful." John winced at your movements, but hugged you tighter. After a minute, you pulled back and looked John in the eyes. "Now you really have to protect me." It was John's turn to laugh. However, the two of you and Clark looked up at the whirring of the Batplane landing next to you. "You're lucky Hal isn't in a coma, Clark." Batman climbed out of the vehicle and strode next to Superman. Clark simply shrugged and gestured to you and John. "My sister needed help. Hal went too far." "Now he's at the Batcave receiving treatment. You could have killed him." John huffed as his lips turned upright into a sly grin. "Well, now he'll finally stop calling you and leaving you notes, Y/N." You froze and sent daggers towards John. His smile quickly disappeared from his face. "What?" Clark's voice was unmistakeable. He shot Bruce a glare before speeding off to the cave. "You better go stop him." You called after Bruce as he climbed back into the plane. "And I thought I was the detective."

John put a hand under your chin and pulled your face back to his. "Want to go look for apartments?" His broken smile gave you butterflies- some good and some bad. "Let's get you better before we do that, John." You kissed his temple as you helped him stand. You were worried about Hal, but you knew Batman would protect him.

A couple of weeks later, you and John found a cozy apartment just a couple of blocks from where both John and Hal were beat to a pulp. John was still healing. A knock on the door brought you to drop what you were doing and answer it. There was only a note on the door with a single rose on the ground.

"Y/N- I know you can never forgive me, but I'm sorry for everything. I'm sorry I wronged you, I'm sorry I beat up your boyfriend, and I'm sorry I hurt you. I still love you, Y/N. I never said it then, but I'll say it now. I'll always wait for you."

Your heart froze. Neither you nor John had told anyone where the new apartment was located. Not even Bruce or Clark knew.

How did Hal know?

#john stewart x reader #hal jordan x reader #green lantern fanfic #brother superman #batman makes an appearance #dc fanfic #robinsdearest

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happy without me: all about luv - h.rj

ALL ABOUT LUV ‣ HAPPY WITHOUT ME

just face it, she’s happy without you. but i don’t believe it, is she really?

paring: huang renjun x fem!reader

genre: angst, fluff

word count: 2.5k

info: exes to lovers!au, non-idol!au, college!au, cousin!jaemin

warnings: sensitive themes, emotional abuse, verbal abuse, toxic relationship, mention of rape and sexual assault, sexual assault, explicit/vulgar language

tag list: @jenotation @luvlyjaemin @woofie-nctzen-fanarts-320 @tzuqui @sunnyrenjunnie @nino7011 @thatanonymousgirl-as14 @minhehe @chrspychan @jimelonji @mykokorobeats4u @aminihhj @jeonjungkat @wishfulldreamss @ilymarkchan @ja3hy4n @beautifulbakerycookiegiant @jisungiepwark52 @sharamanne @commentgirl @littlefluu @chicksung @lixseu @jenosgirlllll

a/n: i’m sorry this is so short i did renjun dirty :( i got writers block writing it but it’s ok! ill do better on the next one which is chenle or jeno (prolly jeno) i gotta chekc but yay finally part 2 to all about luv

APRIL IN JEJU

It's been 7 months since you've parted ways with your first love. You two were the supposed high school sweethearts of your year so it confused most of the other students when they found out. Renjun and you were meant for one another but the fact he decided on attending SKKU since had received a scholarship for his outstanding academic records, he couldn't turn down the offer and was determined on enrolling however you were attending Cheju Halla University which was all the way in Jeju City. That was a 55-minute plane ride away from Renjun! Avoiding the future relationship problems to come from long-distance you two would most likely face, the breakup was mutual and you two parted ways at the airport indulging in a rather pitiful hug.

Here you were, walking through the Department of Equine Science, trailing behind your friends Soomin and Mina. It was the first time you decided to skip class and it was thrilling in your opinion, "Come on, they're waiting!" Soomin whisper-yelled. They?

You make sure to ask her who 'they' were since you and Mina weren't standing dumbfounded and possibly in trouble. "The volleyball team dummy," Soomin says skipping to past the classrooms into Gym A. It brought you back to the old times, visiting Renjun during Soccer practice, making sure he's well-fed and not overworked. Quickly snapping out of it you join the girls on the bleachers to cheer on the boys. Although you are able to tell people you've moved on from your first love, you've spent restless nights looking back at your messages, pictures just reminiscing the past.

The butterflies he's caused you still flutter every now and then hoping their commotion was heard and you've finally made the big move back to Seoul but sadly you haven't gotten up and gone yet.

Tonight you were preparing for a mini-quiz, it so happened that Mina shared the class with you. Scheduling a sleepover at Soomin's place here you all are sitting in her living room stuffing your faces with whatever salty and sweet treats her mom had bought. "Oh. My. God." Mina tells you after reading your DM request on Instagram, "What?" you ask confused over what she thought was so extraordinary. She motions Soomin to look at your earning a surprised what the fuck from the girl. "Min-fucking-Ho wants to DM you... He's like one of the hottest guys in our division and has never been seen with a girl so wanting to text you definitely a what the fuck moment. You shake your head before opening the DM request..."He's asking me out for dinner?" You say which Soomin demands you to accept the offer before he moves on. "You've gotta move on from Renjun you know? He won't come by swooping you by the legs asking you for his hand in marriage. He's all the way in Seoul Y/n, I'm pretty sure he's moved on by now with someone else it's time you do too. Now hand e your phone so I can tell him you want to go on that date." Mina tells you after you attempt to reject Minho. She gave you the truth even if it hurt (a lot), you sigh in defeat handing over your phone.

"Can't believe you're going on a date with Minho," Soomin says watching Mina type away. "I know right, lucky girl" Mina replies as you nod.

APRIL IN SEOUL

Meanwhile, at SKKU Renjun's majoring in Arts & humanities. Languages, Literature & Linguistics which has been taking up most of his time keeping his mind off his recent split. He was devastated the first week but had to obviously push it aside if he wanted extraordinary marks just like in high school, even if he wanted his thoughts to be occupied with your figure in his head he simply couldn't know his classes were paying attention to him along with the other honor students that attended on a scholarship.

"Is that your girlfriend?" Jeno, Renjun's only friend at Sungkyunkwan asked. He's got to know Renjun for who he was today but he's never really opened up about his life before University. Jeno noticed Renjun staring at your recent Instagram post for a little too long to not think you were at least flirting in direct messages. "No," He said quick and panicky before shoving his phone back into his pocket, after relaxing he turns to Jeno. "She's my ex, we broke up 7 months ago." Jeno's mouth goes agape momentarily in realization, "Why? If you don't mind me asking..." He asked the smaller boy beside him. "She went to Jeju for University when SKKU was just a 20-minute train ride from our neighborhood," Renjun replied with a scoff recollecting the memory of the day you told him you got accepted into Cheju Halla. Jeno nods understandingly deciding to continue studying instead of riling him up.

JULY IN JEJU

A full three months have passed and you were still in the first place you were in back in April, heartbroken. Although a lot of things have drastically changed since April it had only made you feel worse about yourself. For starters, you've been 'dating' Minho since April even if you realized on the first date he had only wanted you to fulfil his sexual desires. He's strung his act long enough and you've tried breaking up with the boy for a month now but he won't let you, he's always threatening you "I'll tell the school what type of whore you are." or something about inflicting pain on someone close to you like Soomin or Mina, which is why you've kept quiet for about the last three weeks.

You were in pulled harshly by the arm by Minho as he pulled you into the supply closet of the Gymnasium, “Minho, I don’t want you to touch me there,” You politely ask the boy who’s currently taking advantage of his supposed spouse. “I don’t even want to date you! Why do you keep acting like this- Let go!” You whisper-yell to Minho who’s trailing his hands up and in between your thighs. "Shut up," He simply tells you before snaking his hand to your mouth shutting you up as you let out a choked cry.

JULY IN SEOUL

"She looks so happy with that Minho, right?” Renjun asked Jeno, scrolling through your tagged post. “I mean from what we know yeah,” He tells him. Renjun sighs, he knew he would genuinely be happy for you if you moved on but it had seemed rather quick. "It's almost been a year, she's moved on. Why don't you?" Jeno asked innocently. Renjun had a gut feeling of some sort; telling him not to move on and instead of ignoring it like you (which brought you nowhere since you're still deeply in love with him) did he's just kept a close eye on you. Shaking his head no he tells Jeno, "Something isn't right about.." He lifts the phone to the photo of you and Minho, Mina had tagged you in, "That."

DECEMBER IN JEJU

"I promise I'll text you, I just need to get off this freaking island for winter break at least." You tell Mina and Soomin on Face-time, "Okay we will miss you! How did Minho take this? It's your first Christmas together and you leave?" She asked worriedly. You mumble a fuck before looking at the camera. "I didn't tell him," You say earning gasps from the two. "He's your boyfriend though.." Soomin said; "Who doesn't treat me like a fucking human being." Your words were strong, rippling a wave of awkwardness, "I'm fine by the way I’m staying with my cousin Jaemin, but if I don't come back it’s cause he spoilt me into staying."

DECEMBER IN SEOUL

"Merry Almost Christmas!" Renjun screeches before entering his shared apart with his new friend group, Jeno had introduced Renjun to his best pal, Jaemin and Renjun had taken in a very lonely Haechan later introducing him to the two. Today they were all celebrating their first Christmas together with a classic holiday film and cupcakes every day until Christmas.

"Guys we have a guest today!" Jaemin sings opening the door widely to show a shorter girl beside the boy with a suitcase in hand.

"What are you doing here?" Renjun and you said simultaneously as you locked eye contact. "I'm visiting Jaemin, my cousin." You tell him hands moving into the air to point towards the boy, "I am Jaemin's roommate." He responded before getting up from the couch brushing off the crumbs off his lap before walking towards the door to stand in front of you. He hadn't grown any taller still rocking his tiny 5'7 figure, but tall enough to tower over you, who hadn't grown since freshman year.

"She's here." Jeno tells Renjun who's head is under the pillow, "She's here." Jeno repeats, "She's here, She's here," Renjun whispered to himself taking it all in. He always wished for you to get off the fucking island go back into his arms, transferring to SKKU, knowing you had the skill to land a spot without hesitation, but finally seeing you after 10 months of no contact was frightening to him. Why did you seem so brittle? You looked pained, it wasn't his job to care about you anymore, but he couldn't help himself. He loved you more than himself and there's a (humongous) chunk of him that still did. Renjun gets up and sits crisscrossed on the single bed across from Jeno's bed where he was idling on his phone laying down "She's here but she's not here." He said which caught Jeno's attention, his face wrinkling in confusion. "She's not okay, something's wrong. I know it," He finishes getting up to walk out to you- who's catching up with Jaemin in the kitchen while preparing for dinner, stopping immediately as a rush of nerves came over him telling him to stop.

"Hope you boys like Hotteok!" You said facing Jeno and Haechan who were smiling in awe of your cooking skills, "I know Injun and Jaems like it so I made it tonight." You cheerfully smile towards the other two boys. “Glad to see you remembered,” It took a lot for Renjun to even say a sentence to you without having a gaze on you for a little too long afterwards.

It was his chance, he walked out of the bedroom the moment he saw you walk by his door towards the guest room. "Can I come in?" He asked. "Of course Injun," You couldn't believe yourself, being so calm and comfortable with all the tension. Had it really been ten months? He thought to himself as he sat beside you on the bed. "So," He rubbed his thighs nervously "How've you been?" Horrible. You stare down at the carpet admiring it while you figure a way to lie to the boy who knew you better than you knew yourself. "Fine, I've been..." You sigh avoiding eye contact, "Fine." He looks at you concerned, "You can't lie to me Y/n." Grabbing your hand caressing it for a second knowing it relaxed you a bit in tough scenarios. Suddenly your phone began to ring, grabbing to read the caller id. "Oh, should I go?" Renjun asked after reading the contact name 'Minho' "No!" You shouted quickly grabbed his wrist pulling him back down before he walked out. Declining the call you spoke, "I'd talk to you over anyone any day." Damn, when did I get so smooth You mentally note that smirking to yourself slightly watching as Renjun bursted into a frenzy of laughter, "Smooth," He comments.

"So, was that Minho guy...your boyfriend?" He asked in which you replied with a strong No. "Well," You started "A boyfriend is someone who listens to me someone who values my opinions and beliefs. Someone who is truly interested in what you enjoy doing, or what you like most in life and interested in who I am as a person." You pause to see him grab you hand intertwining your hand, quickly signalling you to continue. "Someone who makes me laugh, or trusts me. But more importantly, disrespect me and force me into," Tears collected in your eyes threatening to fall, "Things." Renjun knows what to do to comfort you quickly pulling you into his embrace, melting when you wrap around him, head in the crook of his neck sobbing quietly. "He made me do things Renjun-ah. Horrible things. I hate him so much, I can't break up with him. Figured running away would've been a better option." He strokes your hair telling you it's okay and to relax. He couldn't help but smile though; he was right. He knew, he knew something was off and made it his number one priority to find out what it was, who would've known you would open up and make your first actual conversation with your ex- whom you dated for a nearly all of senior year about the toxic relationship you found yourself in after him.

JANUARY IN SEOUL

"I got to leave tomorrow." You told Renjun, whom you rekindled an old flame with over your stay. C

"Do you think about me sometimes? 'Cause I think about you sometimes" You asked Renjun looking at him from the mirror, as he watched you do your hair for an outing with your cousin. After that night in your bedroom, you decided on hanging out more and became close friends once more. But the butterflies in your stomach didn't leave, instead, they emitted flying more enthusiastically near him, with him. "I don't think about you sometimes 'Cause I think about you all the time," He said, which made you look down to the floor before turning around to face him. "It made me so jealous knowing you were so far away with that disgusting bastard happy without me" He grabs your hand; which you intertwine your fingers with happily a smile dancing upon your lips watching him reciprocate it.

"Stay." He tells you. You cuddle into his embrace as he caressed the top of your head. The two of your legs entangled under the sheets having one of your midnight talks. "You know I can't," You start quickly zipping your mouth not wanting to go any further, "Students who have outstanding academic records, or who have financial difficulties, who have submitted a complete scholarship application," Renjun said, which just made your jaw drop. Did he do his research? "You can still enroll for the second semester which starts in two weeks. Have your friends send your belongings." He finished watching as you lifted yourself up resting your head in your palm. "Really?" You asked, breath taken away to say more. Could you really live here in Seoul? With Renjun? "Yes, I can kick Jeno into the guest room while we can have this room all to ourselves." He kissed the top of your hand watching the cheeky smile erupt from you with giggles. "We can be together." You said- asked to yourself, "We can be together" Renjun tells you before pulling you back.

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brookewritesyk · 3 years

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t w o

───── 𝐉𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 ─────

𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍. That meant it was time for Charlie-Rose to go back to Goodman's household. Every time Charlie replays the last memory she had with Jonny she felt butterflies at the second hug and the mumbled request of her coming to dinner next Friday.

Looking at herself in the mirror, she exhaled then smiled and thought I really fell hard for him huh. Then her phone ringing snapped her out of her thoughts, she turned around to get her phone on her bed and the caller ID said 'Pissface'. Just who she needed rang by.

Picking up her phone, she answered it and teasingly said: "Hey Pissface."

"Hi Paris," Jonny replied in the same tone.

"What's up?" She asked now sitting on the edge of her bed.

"Nothing I was just was wondering if you were still coming?"

"Yeah, I'm still coming Pissface." She said smiling whilst playfully rolling her eyes and hanging up the call. Then carried on getting ready.

───── 𝐀𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐦𝐚𝐧'𝐬 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 ─────

Charlie-Rose finally got to Martin's and Jackie house and she parked up her Fiat 500 in the drive. Weirdly, she saw Adam and Jonny staring intensely and bewildered at the outside window through the dining room.

"What are you two doing?" Charlie queried with a frown, intrigued and shutting her pastel blue car door and locking it.

"Come here Paris!" Jonny whisper-shouted at her and gesturing to the window.

"What?" Charlie scoffed now getting more perplexed.

"Quickly!" Adam ushered.

Impatiently, Jonny quickly dragged her to the window that caused butterflies to go wild in her stomach again. Now, she was now sneakily looking through the window with them.

"He hasn't got a top?" Charlie guessed "He according to what you've told me and what I saw last week, he never has a top on." Then she noticed that it wasn't the Martin not wearing a t-shirt concerned them, it was that he was looking down his trousers and his boxers. "Oh Shitting Hell!" Charlie exclaimed now increasingly uncomfortable.

"He's been doing that for ages and he just keeps on looking and looking..." Adam told trailing off getting more disgusted as he continued.

"Ok I love Martin but I'm not going to stand here and watch him look at his, you know." Charlie defended shaking her head to get the mental image she had created. "Jonny keys please if you're going to stand here and look at your dad doing that."

Not paying attention Jonny throws her the keys which she luckily catches. Smiling at her mini victory, she opened the door, closed it but leaving the latch on so the boys could come in. "Hi Jackie," Charlie called down the hall, putting her coat on the coat rack.

Then Jackie came in from the kitchen and welcomed "Oh hello Charlie, where are the boys?"

"Oh they'll be in a minute they just forgot something in the car." Charlie lied but she was an actress she knew what she was doing.

"Hello, Bambina!" Marin greeted rather cheerfully pretending for at least half an hour he wasn't looking down his pants.

Then Jonny and Adam walked in as Martin was no longer in the dining room.

"Martin put a bloody shirt on!" Jackie moaned.

"I will in a bleeding minute!" Martin argued walking away.

As Martin left Jackie, the boys and Charlie went into the kitchen.

"So where's Allison?" Jackie asked stirring the soup.

"Oh yeah, where's your girlfriend?" Adam teasingly inquired.

"She couldn't come," Jonny told blankly.

"Because she doesn't exist?" Charlie joked but deep down she didn't know if Allison was actually real but secretly hoped that she wasn't.

"Ohhh Paris you don't know how proud I am of you!" Adam dramatically said and whipping a pretend tear away smiling.

Rolling her eyes, Jackie then looked at Jonny again expecting an explanation as to why Allison couldn't come again.

"She's with a friend," Jonny explained sighing.

"Simion?" Adam asked with a smirk

"Nice soup." Jonny tried to change the subject and looking over the oven to pretend to care.

"Simon?" Jackie responded with a knowing look.

"They're friends," Jonny emphasized.

"Boyfriend." Adam corrected.

Then Martin walked in now surprisingly wearing a shirt and asked Adam for the magnifying glass. Charlie, Jonny and Adam looked at each other nervously shocked.

───── 𝐃𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 ─────

"Does my hair look good?" Jackie randomly asked.

"Yess..." The boys said unenthusiastically whilst carrying on eating.

"She had a flaky scalp," Martin informed not seeing the issue of bringing it up at dinner.

"Uhh, Dad!" Adam groaned.

"It's not in the food is it?" Jonny asked worried, looking down at his plate of food.

"Charming," Jackie muttered.

On the contrary, Charlie complimented truthfully: "Your hair looks lovely Jackie!".

"Thank you, sweetie, why couldn't I have you as my daughter?" Jackie sighed and the boys looked at her offended. "We've run out potatoes I'll just pop to the kitchen." Jackie noticed and rushed to the kitchen.

"So Martin, Jonny told me you hurt your knee, how did you manage that?" Charlie asked acting concerned.

"I banged it." Martin simply said with a slight stutter.

"Oh, really what?" Jonny asker catching onto what Charlie was doing.

"My other knee."

Before they could query him anymore Jackie walked back in the with the potatoes. And Adam said, "Oh mum I have some news, my jingle thing is on tonight."

"Oh, well-done bobble!" Jackie congratulated and kissed Adam on his head and face. "I'm so happy, Martin, Adam's jingle thing is on tonight we mustn't forget to listen."

Martin not surprisingly didn't answer.

"Tell Allison to listen too," Adam added.

"Ok," Jonny replied with a quick smile.

"Although won't she find it difficult with Simion's balls in her ear?" Charlie teased whilst smirking.

Jackie and Adam burst out laughing but Jonny whined with a pout "Hey you're supposed to be on my team."

Then the door went, this time Charlie went to get it and she was greeted with an unfamiliar person.

"Hello, Jack-" Jim started until Charlie cut him off smiling sweetly and said- "I'm not Jackie, I'm Charlie-Rose it's nice to meet you." extending her hand but he just looked a hand whilst flinching away from his dog.

"CHARLIE! Could you ask him to come back later we're eating!" Jackie called.

Shortly after Martin yelled, "Tell him to bloody go away!"

"Martin!" Jackie tutted.

Politely you smiled and went to go close the door until Jim explained: "Jackie said she would sponsor me for cancer."

"Oh," Charlie began to feel guilty and grabbed her purse and took out a thirty-pound note and gave it to him. Smiling sadly said, "here for the sponsor, put it down as Charlie-Rose Evans."

"Oh thank, you thank you!" The strange brunette man with square-framed glasses thanked and went in to kiss her cheek but Charlie quickly dodged them and said laughing "Oh I never caught your name."

"Caught my name?" The man asked confused.

"Umm, I meant what is your name?" Charlie clarified laughing.

"Oh, my name is Jim, Jim Bell." He introduced again flinching away from his dog again.

"Nice to meet Jim I've got go now bye!" Charlie cheerfully said and went back into the dining room.

"He must think I'm such a mean cow." Jackie moaned "He keeps asking me to sponsor him, but I'm always busy."

"Oh don't worry about it, I gave him 30 pounds for the sponsor," Charlie explained sitting down next to Martin again.

"Why would you do that?" Adam asked and Jonny agreed "Yeah!"

"Because unlike you two, she isn't horrible," Jackie answered for her rolling her eyes.

"Adam, your mother tells me that your radio jingle is on tonight," Martin said, extremely formal.

"Rather formal. Uh yes, sir." Adam caught on.

"So who wrote the music?" Martin asked now speaking normally.

"Uhh, I did dad, I wrote the jingle," Adam stated matter-of-factly.

"Brilliant." Jonny and Charlie whispered unintentionally at the same time. They looked at each other surprised with a warm smile.

"Aww, Jonny-boo why won't you go out with Charlie?" Jackie moaned.

Charlie choked on her wine while Jonny looked like a deer in headlights.

"Mum, I have a girlfriend!" Jonny reminded Jackie.

Charlie felt her heart sank again but then realised he never explicitly said he didn't like her like that.

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"Mum how come you have more pictures of Pissface than me?" Adam asked.

"Your face annoys me," Jackie merely says not looking away from her magazine.

"Right. No really?"

"Really," Jackie said now looking at Adam.

"Apply cold water to the burns." Charlie taunted and Jonny laughed.

Then Martin came in from the kitchen and asked "Adam, could you come with me for a moment."

"What do you want?" But all three of us had an idea of what Martin wanted.

"Oh my God," Charlie whispered looking at Jonny then down.

───── 𝐀 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 ─────

"Females?" Jonny and Charlie said shocked yet relieved.

"Yes, I'm going to go on a dating site for twenty minutes."

"You agreed to that?" Jonny asked puzzled,

"He's paying me twenty pounds." Adam sated simply.

"Fair enough." Charlie-Rose agreed.

───── 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 ─────

"I heard about your parents," Jonny said softly and sincerely whilst Charlie's head was on Jonny's lap and snuggled into him. "I'm so sorry."

Charlie felt tears spring to her eyes. Her parents recently were killed by a robber and the emotions were still fresh. She hide her face into Jonny's lap so he couldn't see her cry.

But Jonny knew better, "Hey, hey Paris look at me." He told Charlie and used his thumb and forefinger to tilt her head up so he can see her face that had tears streaming down her face. "Oh Charlie," He cooed then they stayed like that for a few moments. Suddenly, Jonny kissed Charlie, it was the best kiss either of them had. Then she remembered Allison.

Feeling sick to her stomach, she pulled away and got up then ran to the front door with Jonny following behind her saying "Charlie wait-". Hurriedly, she put her coat on and started to open the door before Martin, Jackie and Adam came down the stairs and noticed she had her coat on.

"What's going on?" Jackie asked confused.

"I'm leaving."

"Why what happened?" Adam asked worriedly seeing the tears on her face.

"I'm sorry." Charlie left, crying silently.

"What did you do?" Jackie asked angrily.

"I kissed her," Jonny murmured realising what he did.

"You what?" Adam asked laughing as he was so shocked.

"I KISSED HER!" Jonny yelled angrily.

"While you were dating another girl?" Jackie clarified giving him a death glare.

"I made Allison up just so you couldn't set me up with anyone," Jonny confessed. "I'm still in love with Charlie."

#jonny goodman #Charlie-Rose #x oc #friday night dinner #adam goodman

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All Too Real (Tom Holland)

A/N: Well, this was longer than expected. I’ve had this idea in a while, and it feels great to finally do something about it aha. Also, I’m not going to tag my permanent taglist here since most of the people who are in there are for Shawn. BUT with that being said, tell me if you want to be added to a permanent taglist for Tom fics only or both Tom and Shawn. Am I making sense? Prolly not lmao but yeah. hope you guys enjoy this one!

Pairing: Tom Holland x Actress!Reader

Summary: You were meant to be acting, but the scene just hits too close to home that you've managed to say the wrong name, then everything just felt all too real.

Warnings: A bit of Angst and my usual typos

Word Count: 9.7k+

Masterlist in Bio

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You didn't know who your leading man was until the very last minute, making it impossible to back out now.

Not only that, but you'd be risking a big opportunity if you decided not to take the part, the lead role to be exact. This was a big movie with big, well-known directors and it will guarantee to boost your career to the next level being that you're just starting off as an actress. This was your moment and you weren't going to jeopardize that just because of a personal reason. Plus, contractually, there was no turning back.

The movie was a mixture of crime, action, drama and romance, and it was already a given in the script that you'd be playing across a leading man.

You just had no idea it was going to be him.

Production starts tomorrow and you just found out that you're in a movie with non-other than Mr. Tom Holland himself.

Spider-Man to the world, ex-boyfriend in yours.

It was not public knowledge that you two used to be together. A very impressive thing being that your relationship lasted for about two years, yet not a single word got out. Nobody knew about you two except your closest friends and family, and both of you were happy to keep it that way for as long as you can until you both were ready to share your relationship with the world. But things happened and you didn't get a chance to do so.

You met Tom on the set of Captain America: Civil War. You were just a mere extra at that time as you were still trying to find your footing in the industry. He, on the other hand, had just finished his screen test with Chris Evans as he solely told you.

It was lunch time when this cute boy wearing this, almost a crossover between the Spider-Man costume and pajamas, went up behind you to grab some food.

You two talked for a little bit, asking about what you're doing here and all that jazz, until he charmed his way into asking for your number. And everything just kicked off from there really.

It was blissful while it lasted, the both of you, young and so in love. Nothing but pure happiness and adoration as your relationship took its course and blossomed into this wonderful thing. It was almost like a fairytale how lovely it was. So beautiful to see the joy in the two of you, even with those sweet little moments that you shared. That until the success of his first solo film as Spider-Man.

Him shooting the movie brought no problems at all as you were there to support him through and through. Hell, not even during the press junket where he's always traveling, that didn't cause any strain between your relationship as you've managed to make it work. But once the numbers started rolling in and the attention got bigger, that's where you got left behind.

You were still finding your way as an actress but you didn't seem to get the same amount of support from him as he did from you as time went by. He did at the start of course, he was your number one fan, but once he found his big break, you just got pushed to the side.

Somehow, in some odd way, a switch was flipped. He became distant, almost cold all of the sudden.

It was almost like he became too good for you in a way. Other people made you feel like you were nothing to him, that you weren't on his level and that took its toll on you. But the most hurtful part was that he didn't even bother to reassure you that, that wasn't the case at all.

There was this constant battle in your brain as you tried to reassure your own self with your relationship with him. That this was just nothing, that he was just busy, and that he loves you still. But clubbing out with friends most of the time doesn't really qualify as being busy now does it?

The logical part of you just keeps nagging that it was over. That there was nothing to hold on to, even if you hopefully wished there was something still there, that you can still save this relationship.

But no, it was all gone.

He broke up with you some time later. He said he wanted to enjoy life without worrying about anything, without worrying about you. He wants to enjoy his new found life while being single, in other words.

He was basically saying that you were holding him back, and to be honest? He was probably right. He made you feel that he was right.

The break up wasn't sunshine and butterflies at all. Voices were raised, words were thrown, and everything just burst into flames. When he shut the door and left, everything just turned to ashes, the remains of your heart along with your relationship. It was dark, cold and just painful to the point that you've lost yourself after that.

You took all the blame. All of it.

For months on end you kept telling yourself that if you were just good enough, if you were successful enough, then maybe he wouldn't have left you. You kept beating yourself up for something he has done and that never is healthy, telling yourself that it's your fault when in fact, it wasn't.

It took a lot of will-power to snap out of it, being that you are the most critical about yourself. But you've managed to push through, worked harder than ever before to get yourself out there and to make a name for yourself.

And here you are, about to star as the lead role of a big film.

You are far better than you were a year ago, definitely. But have you fully healed? No.

Distracting is not healing.

You kept yourself busy with your career and it has help you to not ever confront your pain. It was always shoved aside as you paid it no mind. You even avoided anything about him for that matter, in hopes that you wouldn't be reminded of that certain hurt that only he has caused. You've just been running away from it, running away from the demons of your past.

But now, there was nowhere to run.

"I'm so sorry I didn't tell you earlier Y/N. I just got scared that you might turn the role down if you found out he was going to be in it too and it's just a big opportunity and I can't live with myself if I had let it slipped away from you." Your manager rushed her words on the other side of the call, the concern in her voice clear because she knows. She knows what you went through with Tom.

"No it's okay Jeanne. I understand why you did it and I really thank you for that. Another thing I owe to you." You stated truthfully. If it wasn't for her, you wouldn't have had that extra push that you needed to get you where you are today. And you were glad you've found someone who only has her best intentions when it came to you and your career.

"I–uhm, am I shooting scenes with him tomorrow too?" You added as a whisper, despite the fact that you were alone in your hotel room at the moment. Scared that if you'd say it any louder, the pain in your chest would only grow deeper and sharper.

"Yes, he is going to be there tomorrow." She answered, empathy laced in her tone and you can just picture the frown she has on her face.

You bit your bottom lip as you stared up at the ceiling. This is going to be a hard movie to shoot that's for sure. But you're a professional; you can just brush it off like it's nothing. "Okay, yeah, okay. I'll see you tomorrow Jeanne." You breathed out.

"Get some rest hun. You've got this." And with that you ended the call, your whole body flopping down on your bed as you let out a frustrated groan.

The universe truly does have its ways in making you face the person who you have been avoiding—so successfully so far—in order to spare yourself the heartache.

With one last sigh, you pulled the covers over your body, waiting for sleep to take over so that you can have a much needed rest.

It was going to be a long day tomorrow after all.

* * *

Two hours was all you got.

Two hours of sleep as you lay restless in your bed just thinking about all the millions of possibilities on what could happen once you see him again for the first time after a year.

No matter how hard you tried to shut him out of your thoughts, he still managed to invade it even after all this time. The past was haunting you, he was haunting you and it was like you were back to that night again.

You feel so disappointed in yourself as you found your way back to old ways, crying about a boy who doesn't even give a single damn about you.

It took all the courage and strength in your body to leave the bed in the morning. A struggle to say the least until you slapped some sense into yourself and finally made your way to set.

You just arrived in the nick of time. It wouldn't be ideal to arrive late on the first day of shooting as you wanted to let them see that you are a respectful and respectable actress, so managing to be just on time, it was a great start of your day.

Even more so when you felt the hot cup of coffee warming up your fingers as you held it in your hands. The smell of freshly roasted coffee beans enough to boost your energy, especially with so minimal sleep.

There was no sign of him so far, and you were thankful to at least have time to breathe and just relax. No matter how little that time may be, you will definitely take it.

You've already met the Russo brothers who were both sweet and kind, both expressing their excitement to start the project that they've been so amped up to do.

After the casual chats, introductions and greetings, a young lady then guided you to where the trailers are going to be parked. Opting out of her offer to take you right at the door as you solely can manage yourself. But you also wanted some time to take in everything that you've seen so far because it was a big and amazing set, and just to take a moment to ground yourself in a way. Somewhat grasp every bit of alone time as you wouldn't have one until the end of the shoot, which was going to be later in the night.

You were on your way there when you suddenly heard something running after you, the sound of the pebbles rustling about growing nearer and nearer which was then followed by a loud bark. Surely enough when you turned around, you saw the prettiest dog, hurdling towards you with a wide smile on her face. That cute face that you'll always recognize from a mile away.

"Tessa?" You grinned wide as you squatted down to greet her, expecting a subtle encounter but no, she full on jumped on you making you fall flat on your bum. Genuine laughter erupted out of you as you tried to keep yourself sitting upright, all while making sure not to spill your coffee. You were sat cross-legged on rocks now but you didn't care, too preoccupied with the love Tessa was smothering you.

"Hi angel! How are you my love? You good? Healthy? Happy?" You gushed in a small voice, giggling when she covered your face in kisses, you not minding by one bit as you rubbed her belly in return.

You were too engrossed with Tessa that you didn't even notice that someone was already standing there, just watching, not until you heard your name.

"Y/N..."

You didn't have to look up to know who it was.

Having heard your name slip out of those lips countless of times, all on so many different occasions, there was no need for you to see who that voice belonged to.

It wasn't even above a whisper, but you heard it, the sound of longing etched in his voice, that certain tone that you've heard endlessly but only... only whenever he misses you.

And you wanted nothing more than to curse him out because how dare he? How dare he act like he cares when he didn't show any of that—not even in the slightest—that night he left you?

You were already filled with so many emotions and that's only from hearing his voice, you haven't even looked up to fully see him yet.

"Tom." You sighed, giving the back of Tessa's ear one last scratch before standing up fully, patting your jeans clean before gathering up the strength to finally look up at him in the eyes.

The way your heart stopped for a full second and then beat again but with twice the pace, never have you felt that in your life.

You stood frozen as you stared right into them, those brown orbs that once felt like home, but now only brings nothing but pain. And the way he was looking at you so longingly, it only added anger in the mix.

"Hi."

Tom knew he fucked up.

He knows how bad he screwed things up. He was fully aware of how much he's lost and how much of an idiot he is for being the reason of that in the first place.

You were finally standing right in front of him, in the flesh, in all your gorgeous glory, and Tom was at a loss for words.

He was talking to the Russos when Tessa suddenly bolted full speed. Not having familiar with the set yet, Tom was quick to run after her in fear that she might get lost, but he ended up finding her with a sight that was heartwarming yet heartbreaking at the same time.

He heard your laugh first. That familiar and beautiful sound enabling his heart to beat rapidly against his chest, even more so when he saw you sat on the ground with Tessa, nothing but pure joy and love radiating off of his princess, and the love that he once had.

The sight was beautiful, so endearing and it warmed him up inside, but it also reminded him of what it once was.

God he was a fucking idiot.

"Long time no see." Your voice snapped him back to senses, a soft blush coating his cheeks because he doesn't know how long he's been staring at you, but by the gods above you look absolutely breathtaking. Even in just casual jeans and a sweater.

"Yeah, it's great to finally see you again. You look beautiful." Tom breathed out, the last sentence escaping his mouth before he could even stop himself.

Tom might have been acting like such a creep but he just feels so happy to see you again. You probably wouldn't even believe him if he told you, not after what he's done, and he can't blame you. But he does, he truly does feel so happy.

"Thanks." You mumbled as you flashed him a smile. Whether it was genuine, Tom wasn't sure, but it was a smile nonetheless.

"How are you?" He asked just as he took a step towards you, but you were quick to take one step back and this made a frown form on his lips. The way you looked away and avoided his gaze, it stung, but Tom also can't say he didn't deserve it.

"I'm good, but uh, I need to get ready so uh—"

"Yes! Yes, of course, don't let me hold you off." Tom chuckled coyly, hand coming up to rub his shoulder, and just like that, the awkwardness in the air only heightened from there. Because after everything that has happened, Tom wasn't sure where he stands in your life anymore. Whether it be a civil friend or just a cast mate at this point.

When the Russos pitched him the idea, it was a no-brainer, Tom wanted to do the project right off the bat. But when he found out who the star of the movie was going to be? Nothing but pure excitement and much pride filled him up to the bones.

He has seen most, if not, all of the movies you've been in. Visiting your social media every now and then to see what you've been up to. It may sound stalker-ish in a sense but it's the only way for him to keep up with how you've been doing. And to see you grow and be the star that you were always meant to be? It was a beautiful thing for sure.

It might not have been as beautiful as experiencing it with you first hand, since he ruined that chance by a long shot, it was still heartwarming to witness—even if it was only via screen.

"Yeah, see you on set." You mumbled, giving him a curt nod before turning your attention back on the dog who was just sitting there, observing, tail on an all-time wag once she's seen that you've finally given her your attention again.

"I'm so happy to see you again angel." You whispered as you crouched back down to give Tessa a sweet kiss on the head, and Tom's heart completely melted at that.

You were there when Tom got Tessa.

He hasn't said it out loud nor broadcasted it in any way, but you became Tessa's mommy in the duration of your relationship. You took care of her while he was away on press or shoots, and he will forever be grateful for that.

Tessa was your baby as much as she is Tom's, and it now just dawned on him that he took her away from you. And Tom felt even more of an asshole than he already was.

You shot him one last look before you turned on your heel, not ever once looking back as you walked towards what Tom would only assume was your trailer.

Tessa was about to follow you but Tom was quick to grab her collar, squatting down to hold her fully to keep her in place because she was for sure putting up a fight. "No Tessa, you stay with me."

The poor pup whined once you were out of sight, looking up at Tom with those eyes emitting a soft sigh out of him. He nodded his head solemnly, giving Tessa's head a soft pat as his eyes slowly landed back on the closed door of your trailer.

"I know love, I missed her so much too."

* * *

Tom was watching from afar, he just couldn't help himself, but he doesn't exactly know which of you is which yet.

All he sees is there are two girls dressed in identical, all black and leather outfits, both have their hoods up with backs turned on him. He knows one of them was you and the other was your stunt double, he just can't seem to differentiate who is who as of the moment.

"Okay now Tom, you already know how the scene goes. The first time Detective Allan Spade, your character, meets Luna. They've known each other before so you are basically going to be surprised that the sweet innocent girl, who's your childhood best friend and then dated up until college was now a well-trained and elite assassin." Joe was the one to interrupt Tom's ogling since Anthony was at your side giving notes too. One of the perks of having two directors on set is that you can speed things up a bit. The set was built quite large so it definitely was a plus.

It was the first scene of the day and they were starting it off with an action sequence, one with cars, explosions, gun shots and the likes. It wasn't the first take for the rest but it was for Tom, being that they perfected some of stunts first, which was mostly done at the end of the set far across from him.

He didn't get to see who was doing which stunt because your character's costume has you covered in almost head to toe, making it impossible to know without having a closer look.

He was very excited though, maybe even too much that his mind sometimes flies off to somewhere—or rather, someone—instead of focusing more with the task at hand.

"Okay, yeah, gotcha." Tom nodded frantically as he cleared his throat. His arms were crossed over his chest as the heat rose up his cheeks once Joe looked at him curiously. "You okay? You seem a bit preoccupied?"

"Just a lil tired but I'm alright." Tom chuckled shyly as he looked down, the director only nodding as he added. "We're going to try and have one fluid shot with this scene so once you see her jump over the hood of your car, you quickly get out to your marker and aim your gun."

Tom hummed with a smile to let Joe know that he's listening attentively. The director gave him one last pat on the shoulder before turning back to the crew.

"Okay places everyone!" And with that, Tom got inside of a car that was hooked up to a wire rigging. It was only going one way but in top speed, so safety first is a must, hence why he isn't allowed to really drive it.

Tom already had his hands on the wheel, his head turning just enough to see a girl or Luna as he would refer—to which he assumed was your stunt double—hooked up to a trust and wires. She stood on top of a car that was situated in the middle of a chaotic road.

The sight was hectic enough with a number of cars littered everywhere—some overturned, some on fire—and a few bodies of supposed police offers sprawled on the pavement. Luna threw her hand up with thumb upturned to signal that she was ready to do the scene.

"Set and action!" And everything then just sprung to life.

Gun shots echoed throughout the space as explosions went off here and there. The car Luna was standing on drove full speed and came to a screeching halt in an attempt to shake her off. But the sudden movement only enabled her to jump off and flip right on time, so smoothly and with much grace. She landed on the ground with a roll, pausing for a second in a crouching position to let the camera capture the moment before she was full on sprinting again.

Tom's grip on the steering wheel tightened as he watched her approach, incredibly fast and nimble, dodging the cars and bullets coming after her with so much ease as if they were whizzing past her in slow motion, all while maintaining such poise in doing so.

With the signal, Tom stepped on the gas pedal hard, perfectly in sync as his car lurched forward in an attempt to catch her off guard, but just as it came right in front of her, she jumped and slid herself over the hood, landing down on the ground crouching.

Before she could even make another move, Tom had already gotten out of his car, the sound of the gun clicking stopping her in her tracks.

"Hands up where I can see them!" Tom growled, gun firm in hand as he slowly approached her, eyebrows furrowed as he glared at the figure right in front of him.

She stood up carefully with both hands held up in surrender, the silence in the air suddenly ringing as she turned around with her head hanging low, covering her face completely. That until she slowly lifted her hood off.

"Woah." Tom sucked in a breath, completely caught off guard as he stared at none other than star of the movie herself, you.

Sure, half of your face was covered with a mask, but he just knows it's you and it really took him utterly by surprise.

Tom genuinely did think your stunt double was doing this scene as the action sequence wasn't in anywhere near easy, but he'd recognize those eyes anywhere.

To say he was thoroughly impressed would be an understatement.

But knowing you for the time that he has, Tom knows how much of a hardworking woman you are. So seeing that you will likely do all of your stunts, it wasn't at all surprising to come and really think about it.

Still, Tom was speechless as he kept staring at you, and it was like there was no acting required as he slowly lowered the gun to see you more. His eyes not seeming to believe that it was you standing in front of him. Perfectly on script.

It felt so new to him seeing you in a different element, seeing you look even more beautiful and extremely sexy with that much tattered, faded leather and straps hugging your body.

You were wearing those long boots that stopped mid-thigh paired with shorts that were ripped on the edges, an almost gothic type of a hooded cloak swaying with the air, making it look even more promising that you can definitely kill. You look like you just came out of an Assassin's Creed video game, but more on the modern side. And instead of swords and knives, you've got guns.

Your eyes on the other hand were on a different level.

They were threatening to say the least. The glare was so intense that Tom actually felt like you were about to hand his ass over to him. Those sweet eyes he's grown to adore was masked by this menacing and dark look and he just keeps getting more impressed as he goes on. He wouldn't want to meet you in this state in an alleyway—or anywhere for that matter—that's for sure.

He definitely hasn't seen you like this before and boy was it making his head spin, and dare he say it, it was making him feel all hot.

You were fully in your badass mode and Tom wasn't sure if he was scared or extremely attracted, or maybe even both at the same time.

"And cut!"

And then you giggled.

Tom has let go of a girl who can definitely do both. As if he wasn't a big enough idiot already.

"Was that good?" Your voice was muffled by the face mask you were wearing, but Tom can just hear that wide smile on your face. You really just had to make him soft by being all cute and sweet again.

Oh you were giving him a whiplash that will surely be the death of him.

"Nailed it! Both of you!"

"Really? And, uh, can I have some water please?" You giggled shyly, only sparing Tom a second of a glance before your eyes was back on a girl who brought you a bottle of water.

This made him frown involuntarily, curios eyes looking at you as a certain pang hits his chest.

She's still mad at you and rightfully so.

Tom ran a hand through his hair with a sigh as his eyes casted itself on the ground. He was starting to go deep in thought as to what he should do to make things clearer for the both of you, but he got interrupted when Anthony approached him to give a few notes and directions for the next part of this scene.

So Tom just shoved his thoughts to the side and decided that when the time is right, you two will get to talk eventually.

* * *

It was the last scene of the day to which you're a little bit relief by. You were pretty much drained to the bone and you can't wait for the day to be over. But with one downside: it's also the scene that you've been dreading the most.

It was a flashback scene of your character and Tom character's falling out. It was sort of the last straw to break her completely that would then be one of the reasons that pushes her to become an assassin right after everything in her life has gone to hell.

It wouldn't have been too much of a big deal if it wasn't near what happened with you and Tom. But the case was, it was almost as identical as the night you and Tom broke up.

What a way of the universe to joke.

There were a couple of different scenarios sure, but the whole idea and vibe of the scene? It was like it was taken from the books of your very own life.

The set was whittled down now, the setting a residential area with an empty street in a cold night. You were out of your costume and in a simple knee-length dress and a denim jacket along with a pair of sneakers. A beanie sat atop your head as your hair fell down your shoulders freely.

It was tough trying to get into the headspace, as this was a heavy scene with so much crying involved, but it doesn't even take too long when all your mind could think of was that night.

"You okay?" Anthony asked as he furrowed his brows at you, concern written on his face as you've managed to look extremely crestfallen.

"Yeah, just getting into the zone." You laughed awkwardly, your heart getting heavier by the minute especially when you caught a glimpse of Tom approaching and then stopping just beside you.

"You've been incredible so far with all the action Y/N. But this scene in particular, I want you to channel all your deep emotions. You character has been through so much, loss of a father, an addict mother, the society looking down at you and then the only person who you trust and love starts to change and turn his back on you." You only nodded at Anthony's direction since your mind was already there. You've already experienced a few of the things your character has, so it wasn't hard to tap into those emotions.

You can feel Tom's stare just burning a hole through the side of your head, but never did you spare him a glance. You aren't sure if you're strong enough to keep your tears at bay. Probably best to just save it for the scene.

"You Tom, you've just gotten popular with the crowd, new friends, and people seem to love you and you only see her as like a hindrance to your joy because she starts asking for your attention. You kinda see her anger at you as her not wanting to see you happy or her being jealous of your success. You've been blinded by a lot of stuff so you become a jerk to her basically." It would be funny to think that Anthony was basically telling Tom to act the way he acted that particular night, but none of you were in the state of mind to find even the smallest humor in the situation at hand.

"Yeah okay, yeah." Tom cleared his throat, the tension in the air getting thicker by the minute that even Joe had to butt in. "Are you two okay? You both look like you've seen a ghost." The older brother asked as he stood beside Anthony.

"Yeah!" Both you and Tom almost squeaked in unison. You can feel the heat rush to your cheeks as you forced a smile. "Never better." You breathed out.

Tom was still staring at you; you can just feel it, and you so wished he would just stop. It wasn't helping your case at all, especially when he's got those messy brows furrowed by the looks of it in the corner of your eye, indicating that he was deep in thought.

"You guys have the freedom to improvise your lines, don't be afraid to stray away from the actual lines on the paper but make sure that you don't necessarily change the scene."

Without further more questions, you were finally ushered to your places. You kept your eyes on the ground while you stood in front of a screen door, hands in the pockets of your jacket as you shifted your weight from one foot to the other.

"Ready and action!"

You grabbed the screen door open as you slowly made your way inside. Different colored lights were flickering around as few people gave you looks because everyone knows you weren't invited to this party. You acted unbothered but your eyes were telling a different story.

Reaching the living room, the couch was where you saw him. He sat comfortably with arms outstretched on the back of the sofa, a girl right closely beside him as they whispered to each other's ear, rather too flirtatiously.

You stood there and watched as she got all too friendly with her hands, trailing up and down his chest as he didn't bother to do anything about it. Tears were welling up your eyes, but you willed yourself to stay focused, even if it wasn't necessarily full on acting as it was quite a familiar sight to see.

And with the cue, Tom looked up to meet your gaze and you held it, just long enough for the camera to pick up. The expression on his face was quick to change as he stood up abruptly. That was your indication to leave, so you turned around and rushed out of the house, the camera following closely behind you.

You were now on an empty street as he ran behind you, the set eerily quiet letting his footsteps echo loudly against the wet pavement. You wrapped your arms around yourself as you kept your head low, holding the tears in since it wasn't time for that yet.

"Wait, just wait a second. It's not what it looks like." Tom rushed as he grabbed your arm, but you shrugged it off and kept on walking, making sure not to take too long of the strides for you not to miss the marker.

"Of course it isn't." You scoffed with a roll of your eyes.

"Just listen to me will you?" He called out in exasperation, but you didn't even bother to turn around and give him a look. "I don't want to listen to you anymore. Just go back and have fun with your so called lady friend." You said dismissively, seeing your mark to be one step more and once you reached it, and he reached his, his voice boomed.

"Why are you being such a bitch?" You stopped in your tracks and slowly turned around to finally face him, a look of absolute hurt written on your face as his only showed nothing but pure frustration.

"I can't do this anymore." You whispered with a shake of your head, blinking away the tears as you looked up at the dark sky.

"Can't do what?" Tom scoffed as he took a step forward but he kept a good distance, eyebrows furrowed in anger with his arms crossed over his chest to seem intimidating, and it was working. You knew it was all acting, but it just looked so believable that it took a sharp swing at your heart.

"This, us, you. I can't deal with you and your stuck up attitude anymore." You gestured between the both of you and then all of him, voice cracking as you willed yourself to keep eye contact. It was so hard to stay in character and balance your emotions at the same time, because the way he was looking at you, was the same way as he did that night he left.

Tom looked away with a sarcastic laugh. "Oh so now I'm stuck up? What did I do wrong this time?" You shook your head in disbelief at his words. "So many things, you're just too blind to see it."

"Then lay them the fuck out!" He snarled with one step forward, eyes boring furiously into yours that it almost made you take a step back. But you kept your ground, glaring at him with the same intensity as you threw your hands up in the air.

"Fine! You want me to lay it out for you? You've changed! Now that you've found your way in life and found a new group of friends suddenly you're too good for me. Suddenly you're mister successful while I'm the trash who follows you around." You barked back, his resolve wavering for a little bit as he grumbled. "You know that's not true."

"But it fucking is! You make me feel like I'm nothing compared to you! I'm your girlfriend but you can't seem to spend even a minute with me since you're out with your new friends a lot. And if you do give me a spare of your time you get mad for no goddamn reason! It's like you don't even want to be near me! Like I'm a disease to you and your new life! You think so highly of yourself now that you act like I'm some low class person as if we didn't grow up together!" The accusation in your voice was clear as day, and the way Tom's jaw clenched to show that you've hit a nerve, it scared you.

"Then maybe you should take the hint to do something better with your boring life so you can stop messing with mine!"

That was when you lost it. Any sense of what's real and what's just an act, you lost it.

"Start doing something with your own goddamn career and life and stop meddling with mine Y/N! I'm so sick of your shit!"

Your brain started to spiral out of control and suddenly you weren't on set anymore, you were back at the apartment, head in your hands as you cried your eyes out, the loud bang of the door slamming shut ringing in your ears.

A single tear ran down your cheek as you stared at him in shock, breath caught in your throat as you felt your whole body tremble. You struggled to form your words, your eyes shutting tight enabling more tears to run down your face as you breathed out. "I have always been there for you. All I ask is for you to be there for me too." It sounded like a plea, soft, desperate but very painful that Tom almost broke character. Almost.

"It's not my obligation to carry your failures for you." He stated with so much venom and ice that you could only nod defeatedly, lips quivering as you held his gaze for one more second before your eyes casted itself on the ground.

"That's not what I meant but fine. I will not be a burden to you anymore." Your voice sounded so small and frail, and it was taking everything in your power not to snap, to just walk away for it to be done. But he just had to have the last word now didn't he?

"So now what you're just going to leave and give up on us?"

You don't know what it was but something in his tone or words triggered you. After a year of bottling it in, months on end of it slowly reaching its boiling point, you finally blew up. You took a step towards him as you gave him a hard shove, the sudden action catching Tom totally off-guard making him stumbled back.

"Yes! Because I'm so fucking done! I'm so done with thinking every single day if I will ever be good enough for you!" You sobbed, the tears free falling down your face but you didn't care as you continued to yell at him.

"I gave you everything that I had! I was there for you day in day out! But you still treated me like shit! You made me feel like I didn't matter to you even in the smallest of ways and that fucking hurt so bad because you mean the whole world to me! You pushed me aside like we didn't went through anything! As if all our memories together was wiped off your brain and that hurts! It hurts to see you look at me like I'm some stranger, like I'm someone you hate so much even if I didn't do anything wrong to you! I've done nothing but love you. I—I loved you so much and all you did was hurt me in return. No matter how hard I tried, it still wasn't enough because you left me! You broke my heart when you said you'd take care of it. After all of your promises you broke all of me Tom!"

Tom froze at the mention of his name.

The anger on his face was quick to dissipate, replaced by a look of nothing but pure guilt. Tom's heart broke completely as he watched you break down in front of him, so vulnerable, so hurt, all because of him. "I–"

"No! You're not getting the last word this time. I've had enough. I am done." Your voice broke at the end of your sentence, turning around hurriedly and ran off shot, leaving Tom standing there frozen and stunned.

You covered your mouth to try and muffle your sobs, attempting to run back to your trailer to escape the prying eyes but Anthony stopped you, hands resting gently on your shoulders as he held you in arms-length. "Y/N, are you okay?" You shook your head no, your tears pouring even more at his question.

"Can I have a minute for some air please?" You stammered, vision blurry with all the tears but you still saw Anthony only nodding, eyebrows knitted in concern. "Go, take all the time that you need."

You breathed out a soft thank you and ran, back to your trailer, slamming your door closed and flipping the lock as you collapsed on the floor.

* * *

It took Tom a minute for everything that has happened to wrap around his head. Your words repeating itself over and over and he wanted nothing more than to beat himself up, black and blue.

He knew he hurt you but he could only just imagine how much, up until he saw your eyes as you looked at him with nothing but pure betrayal.

The pain in them were so real and Tom knew at that moment that you weren't even pretending anymore. You weren't acting but reliving that night again, he can just see it in your eyes. You weren't addressing him as his character, no; you were addressing him as himself, Tom Holland, the guy who broke you to pieces.

Tom should've just scrapped everything and held you. He should've said fuck it to the scene and just pulled you in his arms. But the thought crossed his mind a moment too late.

He stayed in his place completely still before he was snapped out of his state when Joe approached him, the director's face painted with confusion and concern. "Tom what was that? Is there something going on between you two that you're not telling us?"

Tom didn't bother to answer his question as he looked around set, the worry in him increasing when he saw no sign of you. "Where is she?"

"I think she went back to her trailer. Wait where are yo—"

"I'll explain later." Tom called out as he ran out of set. He needed to find you and set things straight. Tom needs to tell you the full truth, tell you what's he's been feeling the past year. He wasn't going to let himself make the same mistake twice.

* * *

Sobs raked your body as you rest your back against the door, knees held to your chest in a curling position. Your eyes burning with your lungs as you cried and cried, because even if you tried to stop, you just couldn't. You couldn't find the will to erase the thought of him leaving you. That image has burned itself in your mind and it hurts, so fucking bad and you just want it to go away.

A whine from the opposite side made you lift your head up from your knees, eyebrows furrowing together once you heard it again, but louder this time. "Tessa?" You sniffled, and she barked in confirmation, scratching at the door in an attempt to get to you. Your frown deepened at the sound of her crying on the other side. She knows fully well when you're upset, and she will do anything to be beside you no matter what. It was such a sweet thing she does. Tessa's been there beside you whenever she finds you crying, she was your comfort buddy, and today, that still hasn't changed.

You stood back up to undo the lock to let her in, ready to have her hugs and kisses because they always make you feel better, but when you pulled it open, you weren't only greeted by her, he was standing right there too.

Before you could even slam the door shut he had already pushed the door wider and made his way inside, shutting it just behind him, and you made sure to step back, putting some much needed distance between you two. Of course he did. Tessa was in his trailer, there was no other way she could've gotten out without his help.

"You are a fucking dickhead for you using Tessa as bait Tom." You growled in pure annoyance, wiping away your tears aggressively as you wrapped your arms around yourself, avoiding his eyes at all costs as you stood right beside the couch where Tessa was laying down, just watching you with attentive eyes. You gave her a soft pat, distracting yourself from the man who stood there.

"I just need to talk to you, and I know you won't open the door if it was me." He was making his way towards you, but you were quick to hold your palm up, stopping him in his tracks and only making it halfway. You couldn't bear to be near him, at least not yet. Tom nodded, staying in his place as a soft sigh left his lips, "Please–"

"There's nothing left to talk about Tom." Your voice was hoarse, tears still falling down your face but not as much as before. "Yes there fucking is." He argued, desperation running through him as he tried his luck, taking another step forward. Tom just wants to be near you, to hold you and he almost shouted in glee when you didn't stop him.

"What do you want from me Tom?" You whispered, willing yourself to look at him, but only for a split second, because you couldn't bear to see his face without bursting into full on sobs again. But still, you saw it, the sadness in his features, and your walls were slowly cracking.

Tom kept inching closer and closer, and he was both relief and scared because it seemed like you weren't putting up a fight anymore, like you've somehow given up.

You were tired, both emotionally and physically, so you didn't bother to take a step back once he grew nearer. You were tired of running, maybe it was time for you to finally face him.

"I just want you to hear me out, please." Tom whispered, shaking hands slowly reaching out to hold your arms, and you let him. You let him touch you, the heat of his palms comforting you in some odd way. He was so close now and you know if you did as much as look up, you'd see nothing but his eyes, so you didn't, you can't yet. You glued your gaze on the ground, just seeing the tips of his shoes almost touching with yours, it was that close.

"You had time before to reach out Tom. Why now?" Your voice was low but broken, a question that's been in the back of your head the moment he set foot inside your trailer. "Because you looked happier and I didn't want to ruin it. I thought that you were better off without me."

You let out a sarcastic laugh, probably making you look like a complete lunatic with the tears covering your cheeks but you didn't care. Of course you look happy on screen. You had to. To fool the world and yourself, but it was always a lie, what you've shown online was just a glimpse of your life, not the full truth. "Well, clearly, I wasn't. Aren't you?"

"Fuck no. I wasn't happy without you. I know you probably won't believe me but I wasn't Y/N. I will never be better off without you." You only sniffled, still shaking your head, still not believing his words and Tom can't blame you. But he needs you to hear what he has to say, so when you stayed quiet, Tom took this opportunity to just let out what he's been holding in for how many months now.

"Darling I'm sorry, for everything that I've ever done and said to you. Fuck I know sorry doesn't even cut it but I am, I truly am sorry for hurting you my love." You let out a soft whimper at the nickname, eyes shutting tight as you shook your head at him. "Tom please don't–"

"No, no, I need you to hear this Y/N." Tom's hand went up to brush a hair behind your ear, then coming down to hold your chin up for you to look at him. It already hurts him so much just seeing you cry, and it stabbed his heart repeatedly just staring back at your pain filled eyes, the glow in them snuffed out and replaced by this broken soul.

Tom took one shaky breath before continuing. "What I did was horrible, and I know that it won't be easy for you to forgive me, and I understand if you won't ever. Hell I can't even forgive myself for what I did. I was stupid, fucking stupid for hurting you like that. I was a completely idiot for leaving you. You didn't deserve the way I treated you. You didn't deserve to get hurt like that at all. If could go back in time and take everything I said back, I would. The things that I've said, I didn't mean them, truly. I was so blinded, I was angry and got carried away, but still that's not an excuse. What I said was not okay, and it will never be. And I truly am sorry darling, I truly am."

Tom's voice broke at the end of his sentence, his heart clenching as he tried his best not to cry. He couldn't bear the thought of hurting you like that, it pains him just thinking about what he's put you through. The sheer amount of guilt and heartbreak was swallowing him whole and fast. Then there was also anger. He was so angry at himself for doing that to you, but what's done is done. The only thing he could do now was think about what lies ahead, hopefully, with you back in his arms.

"Y/N, I want you to know that... no, I need you to know that I still love you, I've never stopped loving you." Tom couldn't stop the tears from escaping his eyes, his bottom lip quivering as he spoke the words. The sob that you let out only broke his heart even more, your firm hands pressing against his chest as you tried to push him back. "No no no, you're just saying that. You don't mean that. Please don't lie to me Tom, please don't."

Tom shook his head as he bit his bottom lip to suppress a whimper. Both of his hands finding its way up to cup your face, wiping your tears away with his thumb as he pressed his forehead against yours. You kept your eyes shut tight, not finding even the smallest of strength to open them to see his face, looking at you so longingly.

"Look at me, baby, look at me." He pleaded, wanting you to see right through him, to look into his eyes and see the truth.

You took a few deep breaths as you wrapped your trembling fingers around his wrists, forcing yourself to open your eyes and gaze into his tear-filled brown orbs.

"I'm not lying to you. I love you, gosh I'm still madly in love with you Y/N." He breathed out with so much emotion, his words coming out as a soft whisper, but the truth was there, strong and firm for you not to miss it.

And who on earth were you kidding? Of course you still love him, you always have. And for the first time in a year, you let your heart take control over your brain; allowing you to push yourself up and let your lips capture his in a kiss filled with need and so much passion.

Tom was quick to kiss back, strong arms wrapping around your form as he pulled you closer to his body, his head spinning at the feeling of your warms lips back on his own after so long. Your fingers were lost in the mesh of his curls, the kiss wet due to a few more tears but neither of you cared because it felt like it belonged, like you two were finally home.

"I missed you so much." Tom groaned against your lips, walking you back slowly until you've reach the bedroom of your trailer, a slight confusion washing over you because the couch was right there, not that you're in a hurry or anything but... "Why–"

"Tessa." And with that he kicked the door shut, his action an enough answer because as much as you love the dog, she does have a habit of disturbing. A sweet giggle came out of you and Tom felt his heart melt at the beautiful sound, especially when it was filled with nothing but genuine amusement.

But that giggle was soon replaced by a soft gasp as Tom dipped his head to bring his kisses down to your neck, his hands pushing your jacket off your shoulders and letting it fall down the floor. That was when everything in your head got clouded, his lips on your skin a good enough distraction for both of you not to think straight.

Your hands found its way under his shirt, a shiver running down Tom's whole body because they were cold, but not for long. He shrugged his own jacket off and pushed you further back, the back of your knees hitting the edge of the bed allowing you to fall down the mattress with a soft thump. Tom pulled his shirt over his head and didn't waste a second more as he crawled on top of you right after, lips back on yours hungrily as he situated himself in-between your legs, your dress hiking up when you wrapped them around his waist.

Your fingers were tracing up and down his bare torso, Tom smirking between the kiss as he felt you run it over his toned abs. You bit his bottom lip as a warning to not be cocky, earning a deep groan from him, his hand coming down your thighs to give them a firm squeeze, the temperature in the room only getting higher as the clock ticked by.

But before any of you could take it a step further, a loud knock echoed itself on the whole trailer. Both of you wanted to ignore it but a voice soon then followed. "Tom, are you in there?"

The boy groaned as he buried his face on the crook of your neck, the two of you completely forgetting where you are as of the moment. Tom took deep breaths to calm himself down, your fingers running through the back of his head, playing with his hair as you did the same.

Once Tom caught his breath, he spoke, a hint of annoyance coating his voice. "What is it Harry?"

"They're looking for the both of you."

Tom sighed, propping himself up to look at you fully, beautiful face all flushed and he couldn't have seen a more gorgeous sight. "Be out in a minute." He called out, never letting his eyes off of you as if you'll disappear if he does, even for a split second. You didn't dare to move nor let out a single word. You just stared right into his eyes, so many emotions swimming in them but one that made your heart grow is the clear look of love, and for once, you felt safe under his gaze, safe and home.

"Come home with me tonight?" Tom asked shyly, fingers tracing your jaw in a loving manner. You thought about it for a second, all the doubt suddenly rushing back to you along with your brain just yelling at you to be extra careful, and you knew you just had to clear your head first before jumping right in the deep end. "Tom, I think I need to thin–"

"I know darling, I know. But please, just give me tonight. After that, I'll give you all the time and space that you need." You sighed knowing fully well you can't ever resist him, closing your eyes for a moment before nodding. A breath of relief escaped Tom's lips just as he presses it back on yours, but this time it was soft and sweet, kind of like a reassurance that he will be right here until you fully take him back, no matter how long that would take.

Tom unwillingly pulled away before things get heated again, standing up fully as he grabbed his shirt off the floor along with his jacket and slipping it on. He turned back to you with a sweet smile, offering both hands for you to take, interlacing your fingers in his once you did.

"Come on, we've got some explaining to do."

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Volpina: Rewritten Series

And now.... the moment you’ve all been waiting for...

Some goddamn Lila salt.

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Summary: A new classmate with a crush on Jon sets the Jon Protection Squad in motions trying to prove that she’s a liar. Jon being blinded by making a new friend doesn’t see through her lies at first until she talks about something personal to him. What about the book though? What about Damian? What about Jon dangling off the fricken Eiffel Tower? What about Chat’s crush? (Just read)

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Adrien walked into the school to see Damian staring up the the outdoor hallways. Adrien had had a very eventful morning stealing from his father’s safe. Marinette and Alya walked up as well and looked up so Adrien did too. The sight was horrifying, Jon was being willingly dragged to the library by a girl.

“Who is she?” Damian, Adrien, and Marinette all asked at the same time. Alya laughed at the protective behavior and ranted about a new girl named Lila who was friends with famous people and was saved by her new bestie Chat Noir.

This girl was not going to get away with this.

The three walked up to the library to spy and Plagg teased Adrien from his pocket about loosing his “boyfriend” on the way. They sat at a table across from Lila and Jon who were talking about Ladybug. Jon looked uninterested. Adrien pulled out his father’s book to use as cover and Tikki looked up and saw the cover and gasped. She needed to get that book.

Marinette tried texting Jon to get him away from the liar but wen his phone went off, Lila saw that he had a picture of Chat Noir as his screen saver.

“You know, Chat has personally saved me before. We’re practically attached at the hip,” Lila said and Jon’s eyes lit up.

Damian rolled his eyes and looked at Jon in disappointment. He had trained him better than to believe such simple lies.

“We can’t talk here though, we could go to the park,” Lila offered and Jon’s phone went off with a text from his Aunt Sabine telling him to come home after school to help her with something. If there was one thing that Jon had learned about his aunt, it’s to never make her mad.

“Maybe later, my aunt needs me for something,” Jon said going to get up.

“Text me when we can meet!” Lila yelled as Jon left the table. Adrien grabbed his bag and ran after Jon leaving the book on the table. Damian had let too so Marinette grabbed the book and put it in her bag for Tikki.

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Jon eventually did meet up with Lila in the park and Adrien was watching.

“Chat and I are very close because we have something in common, I’m the descendant of one of the rulers of Argo one of the lost cities of Krypton. My mother and I came here on a vacation and ended up loving it so we never went back and I became a superhero like my great grandmother, Volpina,” Lila said and Jon’s eyes started to narrow. “Just between you and me, Chat doesn’t even make the top ten on the heroes list.”

Adrien was pissed and if Superboy were there, he would be pissed too at this liar’s words about his home planet. Adrien transformed and jumped down in front of two.

“Oh, hey Lila, I saw your interview on the Ladyblog great job by the way. I especially liked the part where you said that we are besties and how you claimed to be a kryptonian which isn’t possible since the planet died over a dozen years ago. You know, people always tell me to never trust a girl with sausage hair and I never thought I would say this, but they were right!” Chat said hands on his hips. Lila got up and ran away crying. Jon looked over at Chat with hurt in his eyes.

“You didn’t have to be so hard on her, I get that she lied but I wanted to give her a chance to explain herself and to make it right,” Jon said crossing his arms and walking away from Chat who looked at the ground.

“I’m sorry,” Chat whispered.

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Lila stomped angrily around the town. “My chances with Jon, ruined! I hate you Chat Noir!” Lila screamed before a butterfly flew into her necklace.

Lila created a meteor that fell from the sky that she was going to stop all on her own. Chat looked up from across town and ran meeting up with Robin halfway there.

Marinette yelled at a sulking Jon to rush to downtown and stop a meteor pointing to it but Jon didn’t see a meteor there was only a clear sky. They flew over to the Louvre and Jon still couldn’t see anything.

“What meteor!” Superboy yelled and the other three just looked at him like he was crazy. Ladybug smacked him across the face. A girl in a fox costume threw the meteor back up into the sky and made an announcement to all of Paris that Jon couldn’t see or hear.

On a nearby rooftop the real Volpina showed up and put her hand on Superboy’s shoulder. “Did you get stage fright Superboy? I hope I didn’t show you up too much,” Volpina said putting a hand on Superboy’s shoulder. Robin reached for his sword and Ladybug looked at him and Robin reluctantly released the hilt.

Robin grabbed Superboy when he saw that his eyes were starting to dull. Robin dialed Superman.

“Hey, you guys on a mission or something?” Clark asked walking through his office.

“Yes, Superboy here couldn’t see a giant meteor falling and when the girl that stopped it touched his shoulder, something weird happened,” Robin said feeling his partner’s head.

“Magic, there are few things that can hurt a kryptonian but magic is one of them, keep him as far away from this girl as possible,” Clark said, “I have to go to a meeting, good luck Damian.”

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Apparently the others figured out the truth too when a fake Hawkmoth showed up.

“She’s going to the bakery after Jon!” Chat yelled and Superboy flew back to his house and waited for her to show up.

Volpina jumped through the window and stood in front of Jon.

“Jon, I wanted to wait to show you but things got a little complicated,” Volpina said.

“Lila?” Jon asked backing up. Chat jumped through the window. Robin and Ladybug stood outside waiting for Chat to finish up.

“Alright liar, let’s wrap this up!” Chat said and Volpina stood in front of Jon holding his hands.

“He’s just jealous cause he’ll never have what we have, the love that we share,” Volpina said getting a wolfish grin on her face squeezing Jon’s hands tighter.

“Um, sorry but I don’t really count that as a date,” Jon said pulling his hands back and kicking Volpina in the chest back toward Chat. She created illusions of herself as Jon ran out of the room to change back into Superboy.

Volpina took “Jon” away to the Eiffel Tower and Chat jumped down next to Ladybug, Robin, and Superboy.

“She’s taking Jon!” Chat yelled getting ready to jump after them.

“That’s not Jon!” the other three yelled at the same time.

“How are you so sure?” Chat asked before going to look back in Jon’s room again.

“I can’t see the illusions, there’s no way that’s Jon out there,” Superboy said and after Chat went through Jon’s room, he looked up.

“Really, cause Jon’s gone!” Chat said jumping off the the Eiffel Tower.

Superboy stood there facepalming. “I’m not even going to try to get out of this one.”

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Volpina stood at the top of the Eiffel Tower dangling Jon over the edge. She demanded that they give up their miraculous to save Jon. Chat went to reach for his ring but Ladybug threw her yoyo at the illusion.

She used her lucky charm to save the day and Chat walked over to Lila and offered her his hand.

“I’m sorry for what I said earlier and I’d like to get to know the real you if you would give me a chance,” Chat said.

“You’re right Chat, we’ll never be friends,” Lila said slapping his hand and walking away.

“Harsh,” Superboy said with a hand of Chat’s shoulder.

“Wait, where’s Jon!” Chat asked before going to jump of the edge of the Eiffel Tower to go to the bakery.

Superboy flew after him arriving there around a minute before him. Jon jumped into the shower wetting himself to make it look like he had just taken a shower and grabbed some pants and a towel. Jon heard a knock on his window and ran over to open it shirtless with a towel wrapped around his face.

Chat looked at Jon and almost fell off of the windowsill. Jon realized that he didn’t have on glasses and pulled the towel down further running over to grab his glasses.

“Oh, hey Chat,” Jon said placing his glasses on and looking over at the blonde boy. Chat was still staring at Jon’s lean body and four pack.

“H-hi, I j-just came over to see h-how you were doing and clearly you’re fine so...”Chat said turning to leave but Jon grabbed his shoulder and turned him around.

“Thanks for saving me or at least protecting me. I’m happy to have someone looking out for me,” Jon said hugging Chat and smiling up at him blue eyes glowing through his black lashes. Chat’s vision almost goes black again.

...............................

“You’re sure this is the book Tikki?” Marinette asked.

“Yes, and I think it’s time or you to meet someone, the Great Guardian,” Tikki said clapping her hands together.

They arrived at a massage parlor. Damian just happened to be walking across the street with a swooning Jon.

“Your cousin is going somewhere strange Jon,” Damian said and Jon just ignored him and got back to talking about Chat.

Marinette entered and saw an old man sitting there.

“Hello Ladybug.”

...............................

SEASON ONE IS OVER!!!!! WOOT WOOT! Special thanks to @loveswifi to sitting there with me over google hangouts and talking out the whole episode with me and giving me tons of ideas! She really helped me with the entire series and we are up to Riposte talking it out so you guys can expect those soon.

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anthonyjlockwood · 3 years

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just another day at delilah’s

Hi everyone! I wanted to write something for Flynn’s birthday. So here’s another one shot in the same universe as “if you need, come build your home in me”-- featuring barista!Flynn and Bobby, trying his best. Read it on ao3 here!

Bobby doesn’t like to talk about it, but he worked at Delilah’s Cafe for a day and a half.

Flynn thinks that it was for the best, really-- Bobby Wilson is not suited for a career in customer service. He tends to be the one causing problems, rather than solving them.

Flynn, however, is a problem solver. She’s been one for as long as she can remember-- back in the first grade, the girl next to her had started crying because she’d gotten red paint on what was supposed to be a picture of a blue butterfly. Flynn had jumped to the rescue, mixing the colors just like her Daddy had taught her-- “See, blue and red makes purple! You’ve got a purple butterfly, now, and that’s so much cooler, really!”

She’d been best friends with Julie Molina ever since.

Flynn knows what she’s bad at-- very few things, she’d like to say, but there were some things that she didn’t have a knack for. Sports. Painting her fingernails-- she just couldn’t keep her hand steady enough for the paint not to smudge.

And, her Dad always said she was bad at waiting. Flynn didn’t disagree, exactly; she just preferred to say that other people were bad at speed .

So, yeah, Flynn knows that there are some things she could improve on-- nobody’s perfect, after all. But she prefers to put her time and effort into things she’s already good at, and problem solving is one of those things.

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A few months before she started college, she knew she wanted to get a job. Her dads had been super supportive of her college plans-- they were adventurous types, just like her, but Flynn knew that Julie would want to stay close to her family. So she’d gone ahead with the plan of applying to Covington to stay with her best friend, and her dads had been all for it.

But Covington’s tuition rates were expensive-- when Flynn ran alongside Willie for Vice President of the United States, lowering tuition would have to be one of their campaign promises, because honestly -- so she’d decided to get a job during her senior year, so she would have a few months to save up some money.

A cafe not too far from her house was hiring. Delilah’s.

It was a college hangout spot; lots of students from Covington went there between classes. But high school students went there, too-- she’d spent many afternoons with Julie and the guys, doing homework at the corner table, fueling her mind with countless cups of caffeine. So when she marched through the door and up to the counter, she recognized the man standing behind it. Mr. Rosa was the owner of Delilah’s; he’d named the place after his late daughter, and it had become like a second home to him. He was a cheerful Italian guy whose booming laugh echoed through the cafe. He’d opened Delilah’s years ago, and business was still thriving.

It was thriving so much, he’d let it slip, that it was getting hard for him to keep up with all the orders. That’s why Flynn was there: she swept through the door, on a mission, pulling down the “Help Wanted” sign as she passed.

A short “interview” later, she had an apron tied around her waist and was behind the counter, learning how to make all different drinks.

Ever since that day, Flynn had been working at Delilah’s Cafe. So when Bobby’s grandmother suggested he get a part time job, Flynn had hooked him up with Mr. Rosa, who’d agreed to give the boy a trial shift.

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Flynn knows her friends pretty darn well, if you ask her. She knows that Julie is terrified of spiders because of a prank Carlos pulled on her, Halloween of ‘14. The kid was only ten years old, and he’d managed to scar his sister for life-- she still couldn’t see a pumpkin without cringing.

She knows Julie’s worried for her brother, who will be growing up without a mom. She’s worried for her father, who will be without a wife.

She knows Julie worries about everyone but Julie.

She knows that Julie only drinks coffee with cinnamon in it. She knows that Bobby, as boisterous and confident as he may seem, has a terrible fear of flying and absolutely refuses to get on an airplane. She knows that Reggie feels alone sometimes; even in the presence of all his friends, she can always tell when his mind is drifting towards his parents-- probably wondering what they’re doing at that moment.

She knows that no matter how much Alex wants to pretend he’s fine with his parents no longer wanting to be a part of his life, he’s broken inside. He misses his sisters. And she knows that Willie, whose own parents had turned to drugs years ago and would probably no longer even recognize him, feels broken, too.

And she knows that, as much as Bobby Wilson tries to play it cool, he’s absolutely useless under pressure.

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The day after his “trial shift,”--which he’d scraped by for because Flynn was behind the counter with him-- Mr. Rosa decided to try a new promotional event at the cafe. He put a sign in the window that each coffee would come with a free scone, that day only.

Flynn knew this meant the place would be packed-- Mr. Rosa’s scones were legendary. Nobody knew where they came from, or why they tasted so incredible… but if there was a chance of getting a free one, you could bet people would be taking advantage.

And take advantage they did. Not twenty minutes after Mr. Rosa had put the sign in the window, the place was packed. Flynn and Bobby were rushing around, mixing scone dough and pouring coffee respectively. Flynn did not trust Bobby near a stand mixer.

“Excuse me,” Flynn heard a customer complaining from behind her. “There’s too much ice in my drink-- are you paying attention?” she snapped.

“I ordered an espresso with milk-- why does my cup say ‘latte’?” Another man grumbled.

“I’ve been waiting for 10 minutes! Where’s my order?” A third woman cried.

Flynn rolled her eyes and kept moving-- patience is a virtue, people! she thought irritably.

But she looked to her left, and she saw that Bobby had turned away from the stand mixer, spinning around to face the complainers.

Uh-oh.

“You know what?” Bobby glared.

“Bobby--” Flynn tried to spin Bobby back around towards the stand mixer, but he wouldn’t go.

Bobby pointed at the first customer. “Ice melts.”

Bobby pointed at the second customer. “That’s what a latte is, dude! Even I know that!”

And, Bobby pointed at the third customer-- “And trust me, I’d be glad to get you your coffee already-- just so you can go away !”

Flynn gaped at Bobby as he stood his ground in the face of the angry customers. Around him, a line was still forming-- people wanted their free scones, despite the chaos that was already occurring.

Flynn thought fast. She vaguely recalled the third woman’s order-- decaf hot coffee, cream and sugar-- and threw it into a to-go cup in seconds. She handed it to her with a swift apology.

One down.

The other two complaints were, admittedly, incredibly stupid, but… Flynn was a problem solver. “Sorry about the ice-- I’ll remake your drink,” she shot Complainer Number One a large, fake smile. She remade that drink quickly, too, and handed it over.

Two down.

And now, she rounded on Doesn’t-Know-What-A-Latte-Is. “My coworker is right,” she said sweetly. “A latte is milk and espresso-- did you want something else instead?”

“Yeah, your manager!”

Flynn resisted the urge to roll her eyes again. Ah, yes, the ol’ “Can I Speak To Your Manager.” What did these people even hope to accomplish, doing that? She gave the rehearsed answer that Mr. Rosa had instructed-- “Our manager is tied up at the moment, but you can have another drink and a pastry from the display case, free of charge!”

Once Flynn turned her back on the man, not caring to see if her answer had satisfied him, she did roll her eyes. Mr. Rosa did not pay her enough for this.

Working as swiftly as possible, she made her way through the remaining line of customers-- Bobby helped, when Flynn gave him explicit directions, but otherwise he tried to stay out of the way-- she put him on scone duty.

Bobby was so not good under pressure.

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Now, Bobby’s one day at Delilah’s is a common source of teasing among the group. Reggie tells the story at parties, sometimes; the story of how Super Flynn had come to the rescue of Delilah’s Cafe, which had been swarmed with angry ninja pirates-- Reggie tried to make it interesting.

“In a world where baristas take ten minutes to make coffee,” Reggie loved to say, in a fake movie-trailer-announcer voice, “ one hero comes to the rescue--”

“Hey!” Bobby would interrupt. “I was there, too!”

“One hero comes to the rescue…”

Flynn laughs about it, now. But that day was far from funny-- she’d really put her problem solving skills to the test. Mr. Rosa had been grateful; Flynn had gotten a raise after (there was extra room in the budget, Bobby had joked, now that Mr. Rosa wouldn’t be paying his salary).

Delilah’s Cafe would definitely fall apart without her.

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har-rison-s · 5 years

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back home

A/N: Not requested and totally at the top of my head, this one. I watched the Pacific and am now rewatching it, and I love it, and I love Eugene. Wow. Joe is truly one masterpiece of an actor. I admire him so much. And I love the Pacific, it’s such a good mini-series. Eugene’s character is very complex and I like those kinds of characters with many hidden characteristics you really find out if you look close enough. I really analysed him bit by bit so I could write something about him, and so here it goes. This is pure fiction, and I do not own any of the actors, plotlines or the mini-series in general. I wanted to write this, and there’s so little content of Eugene Sledge here, I hope there’ll be more. This will have a part two, I promise. Happy reading!

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Eugene was always that one kid who was quiet out of the whole class. The one who knew all the answers, aced his tests, but didn't raise his hand when the teacher asked questions. Never really talked to anyone, was the last to get chosen for teams in P.E. and sat alone at lunch. Sidney could crack him up half-way, and he was a shy and reserved person. Only I was the one who he really opened up around.

Deep down inside, Gene was witty, sarcastic and emotional. He even secluded from his parents, his ma more than his father. Although they saw quite enough of his emotional side and weaknesses. But when he came back from serving in Japan, he isolated himself even more than before. Even from me.

I have known Eugene since around third grade, when I started going to public school. My parents didn't want me to, but my grandparents talked some sense into them to let me out in the world and socialise. It did me quite a good job cause, look at me now - talkin' and chattin' with anyone interesting I see. That's how me and Gene became friends. I ain't afraid to talk to anyone, even if they're afraid of talkin' to me. Gene was, at first, but then he discovered I'm reliable and a true person to the very core. And he let himself loose around me.

Eugene is jealous, caring, empathetic, kind, passionate and friendly. He's all those things and more, feeling every emotion any person could. Even though he's like the rest of us, he's unique. One of a kind. Ain't no one like him in the entire world, and I'm very sure of that. He makes me smile with the weirdest things and most interesting words, makes me laugh with his dark-humored jokes and picks my interest with every minute that I spend with him.

I didn't really know the right things I was feelin' towards him until he left for the Pacific War. My ma riddled it out for me finally, and at first I was denying, of course. I didn't believe that Eugene was responsible for the butterflies in my stomach or the slight jealousy I felt towards any girl he'd accidentally had a conversation with. For all I knew, it could've been because of Sid, but it wasn't. Sid was a catch for the eye for other girls in our school, and he really ain't my type at all. I've known that for a very long time.

Four years, I think, I spent in waiting, longing and a head full of doubts. Waiting for Eugene to return. I volunteered at any job that could bring me closer to him, but there weren't any slots open for women at the time. At least, not on the islands surrounding Japan. I visited his parents very often, went with Deacon outside for walks and playing. His ma even said it felt like a part of him was at home when I came over. It made me feel quite special.

Now, it's a summer afternoon at the Sledge's residence, and I'm sitting in Eugene's bed, going through his photo albums. There are pictures of us two, pictures of him younger, of him and Sid, his parents in their younger years, and many, many more. Being so caught up in all the memories and reminiscing, I don't even hear a car drive by. Or a closing of the front door or the happy cries of his ma downstairs. The only thing that brings me out of my nostalgic trance is the bedroom door opening. I turn around, expecting to see Dr. Sledge or Mary, but... my jaw drops once I see who it is. It's Gene. Alive and breathing, standing in the doorway in a uniform and his suitcase in hand.

At first, I smile wide at him and immediately drop the album on the nightstand, hurrying around the bed to walk towards Eugene. His face shows shock and gladness he never thought he'd experience again. It's me. In his room. Probably waiting for him, he guesses.

He drops his case and I slowly put my arms around him, afraid of how he'll react. Anything could have happened during his serving days, and I don't want to cause an uproar of a buried trauma by doing something wrong. I rest my cheek on his shoulder, hugging him tight to me. An embrace I thought I'd never feel again, and I can tell he felt the same way. His arms are around my frame, as well, and we hold each other like that for a long, long time.

Then, my tears come, and I don't really want them to, but I can't help it. They're tears of joy and they're tears of weeping for what he must have been through, what he had to go through in War. I sob against him while smiling and he just keeps on holding tight to me, knowing how I feel.

I hold onto Gene's arms and pull back a little so I can see his face. My hand traces over his cheek, making sure that he's really here, it's really him. I smile wider and my cheeks start to hurt from doing that already. Gene gives me his true smile that I always seem to pull out of him, and I'm ever so glad to see him. Our eyes lock and I sigh shakily.

“Eugene...” I whisper his name and he nods, closing his eyes. A deep sigh leaves his lips, and I can tell he feels exactly as he says next.

“You can't imagine how tired I am.” He tells me and I chuckle. “But I'm more glad to see you.” He admits and I smile. He leans his forehead against mine and we both close our eyes. “So glad.” I nod.

“I waited for ages.” I say and exhale. “I thought you'd never come back.” I tear up again, sobbing, and Eugene tightens his grip on my waist, feeling many emotions in one moment. “But I ain't gonna spend the day crying, now am I?”

Eugene nods and I laugh. “Can we lay down?” He suggests and I nod, moving away from him. I take his suitcase and put it on the window sill, opening it. I turn back to Eugene and smile. He's laying in his bed, and the photo album I went through just a mere two minutes ago is in his hands and he glances at me. At first, there's this curious look in his eyes and a mischiveous raise of an eyebrow, but then he pats the other side of the bed next to him, signalling for me to lay with him. And I do, oh, I do. I've wanted nothing more for years.

I skip over to his bed and bunch the down part of my dress in my hand, holding it around my legs as I lay down. I sigh once my back is on the soft mattress. It hasn't been used since Eugene left. And it will definitely need some welcome-back using.

I look over at Eugene and he's got the most tired of all tired smiles on his face, and it makes me feel warm. He's glad I'm here, and he's glad to be back home. He closes the photo album and puts it back on the nightstand before settling back down on his back next to me and taking my hand between his.

There's a conversation between us that actually lasts for hours, and I tell him everything that he's missed here. My family's summer parties, Deacon's last days and his funeral and tributes, school, applying for works, lake in the summer and winter. I tell him everything. Because I know he needs a big distraction from where he's just come and doesn't want to talk about what he's done or seen or where he's been. I know that, and I can feel it from him because he's so close to me.

During the conversation, he mentioned about Mary Frank making a welcome-home dinner for him and his brother. And though we'd rather stay here all day and night, his family needs him and they're my family, as well. So we joined them downstairs.

I hesitate to tell him my true feelings. It'd be too much for him today. Maybe some other day... I don't want to excite or worry him more than he already is. It's overwhelming—everyone is happy for him to be home and wants to tell him what he's missed, it's his first day home, in a real bed and he's met his best friend again. Well, two of them, actually. He told me Sid waited for him at the station. At that, I groaned and grumbled “traitor” and Gene laughed, telling me I can tell that to Sid when I meet him soon. I'll have to tell Eugene about my feelings soon, I know I need to. Sid has suspected something's up with me, we've been meeting up occasionally since he got home. And he knew that I was at the Sledges' house today, so I guess he wanted to give me and Eugene quite the pleasant surprise.

Eugene might reject me, he might not feel the same way, or he actually might do the opposite. I know how he feels about relationships, I know him very well. I might as well freak him out with my feelings, and I don't really want to. But, whatever the aftermath may be, I ought to tell him. I can't live the rest of my life without him knowing the truest truth. It would kill me.

We sit beside each other at the dinner, shy smiles on both our faces as his relatives ask questions and tell stories. He's overwhelmed, I can feel that from him and I take his hand in mine underneath the table. Just a comforting gesture I can offer him at a time like this. He smiles at me, appreciating the hand holding and squeezing my hand ever so slightly. It makes me feel flutters in my stomach and I try to hide the blush, turning my face away from him. It confuses Eugene a little, so I look back. His eyes seem to be asking the question that burns hot in his mind, but I shake my head, a way of telling him that it's nothing. Eugene nods, but he'll be sure to ask me about it later.

When the dinner's over and I've helped Mary clean everything up, I head upstairs to join Eugene in his bedroom. His eyes skim over the pages of his small bible, he sits on the window sill. He has unpacked his clothes, and his suitcase now lies empty on the top of his wardrobe. Gene looks so peaceful there, the moonlight perfectly shining down on him and casting a painting-like shadow on the wooden floor. I smile.

My feet carry me over to where he sits and and I lean against the wide window's frame. Gene looks up at me. “What have you got there?” I ask, nodding at his bible. He sighs and closes it, throwing it over on his bed.

“Just my notes.” He answers. “I counted days at our locations. Wrote down some other things, as well.”

“Hmm.” I respond and then take his hand in mine again.

“What happened at the dinner table?” He asks me and I furrow my eyebrows, trying to catch onto what he's talking about. Then I remember.

“Ah,” I say once I realise, “nothing, hon.” I say to him, shaking my head with a smile on my face. “Do you want me to leave you? Go to bed?” I ask and Eugene's eyes travel to mine and there's a nervous glimmer in them.

He shakes his head suddenly. “No,” he responds, “no, please stay.” His grip on my hand tightens and it takes me a bit by surprise. I nod, understanding that he wants me to spend the night. Here.

“Alright, I will.” I say, still nodding. I lean closer to Eugene, noticing his nervous facial expression hasn't gone away, and caress his cheek. “I will, sweetheart. I'll stay with you.” Forever, I want to add, but I don't, fearing what he might say to that. Or maybe it'd give him comfort. “I'll stay with you for however long you want me to.” Eugene nods and closes his eyes, the anxiety-filled brown orbs invisible to me now. “I promise.” I say and our foreheads touch. I pull him towards me in a warm embrace, and he grips my sides, needing the comfort I give, craving it.

Soon, I feel my dress wetting in spots just next to his cheeks and I sigh. Those are tears. I caress my fingers through his brown locks and I feel his figure contorting in gasps and sobs now and then. “I'm here, I'm here.” I whisper to him over and over, hoping it'd sooth him.

After I told the Sledges that I'm staying the night and Mary Frank gave me a robe for sleeping and a robe to wrap around myself if it gets cold. We're both worried about Eugene's first night here, but she's glad I'm here. She always has been, and we both have the same worries about Eugene.

We're peacefully sleeping under his covers, hands still faintly holding on to the other's. When we sleep in the same place, our hands are always intertwined, and most times they even stay locked until the morning. Now's the occasion that the grip has loosened due to sleeping, but at one point, I feel a horribly tight grasp around my knuckles. It's so intense that I think my bones are gonna break any second if the holder keeps holding on.

I snap my eyes open and hear tossing in the dark. I look at Eugene and he's moaning and whimpering, thrashing around next to me. I struggle to get my hand out of his grasp and stand up on the floor after getting out of bed next to him. He has his eyes squeezed shut and turns from side to side, muttering words and names and pleas, whimpering. My heart breaks at the sight, and I can't bear watching him suffer. He's obviously having a nightmare, a very intense and horrible one. I have to tell his parents.

I wrap the robe for cold occasions around myself and jag out his bedroom door. I turn on the light in the hallway and run down to his parents' room, but I notice their light is already on. They're awake. I lean against the doorframe, seeing they're sitting up in their bed, and try to calm my breaths down. His father already gets up from the bed and I can't help the tears that gather in my eyes or the sob that gets past my lips.

“He-He's—“ I start to say, but I can't finish my sentence, “he's having a... a nightmare.” I look at his father as he's standing in front of me. He gives me an embrace and I relax against his chest. He's like a second father to me.

“We heard.” He says and I nod. My sobs truly break out and I can't control them. Mr Sledge pets my hair as I cry, and I feel so hopeless.

I sit against the wall of the hallway that borders his bedroom, knees against my chest and my chin rested on my folded arms, until I can't keep myself awake anymore. I settle for the guest room's bed in the early morning hours, exhausted from not sleeping, and have a deep slumber there until the next day.

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brimay · 6 years

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“He favoured the taste of oranges, but maybe coffee when he’s tasting it off her tongue, early in the morning in her kitchen, could be his new favourite taste.” ... just an idea for that cute starter sentence you posted! You could so make it work, and if u do please post the fic!!

Thank you so much for the inspiration, Nonnie! Here it is *_*

Description: Bellamy really didn’t mean to sleep with his best friend, but sometimes things change although you haven’t planned it. Sometimes, that change will lead to something better.

Title: A change of taste

As a child, he favored the taste of oranges. He vividly remembers the crackling sound of Starburst wrapper and sharing the flavors with his best friend: Lemon and strawberry for her, cherry and orange for him. Back then they would turn pillow forts into pirate ships, so they could explore the entire world from her living room floor. They would trade the items of their lunch boxes although it wasn’t allowed, because she always had a tiny cookie in hers, and his mom made the best peanut butter sandwiches in Chicago.

Now, he’s almost nineteen years old, stirring coffee in her kitchen as the sunlight pours through the open window, and the memories blur at the back of his mind. Clarke Griffin, the golden-haired goddess with eyes of the sea and inked flowers blooming at her wrist. His best friend, for crying out loud!

Bellamy really shouldn’t have slept with her….

Still, he can’t bring himself to regret a thing.

“Hi,” her voice sounds unusually shy behind him, and when he turns around to face her, he is met by the sight of Clarke, her cheeks tinted a subtle pink, the waves of her hair damp from after the shower.

Scratching the back of his neck, Bellamy’s grin turns crooked, but he feels the heat rise to his own face as well, so he rushes, “I made you coffee… Uh— just how you like it, I—“

He trails off when he notices that she’s wearing his t-shirt from last night. Fuck, it looks so much better on her, the worn material of it barely covering her panties. Having noticed him staring, Clarke bites down on her lower lip, chuckling as she walks towards him. “Thanks.”

She has to stand on her tiptoes to kiss his freckled cheek, and for a moment Bellamy’s hand touches her back, pulling her a little closer. Then she does something that has been a part of their friendship for twelve years, playing with his hair. More than anything, he tries to revive the picture of her as a little girl in his mind, but it’s bizarre. Clarke used to chase footballs with him before soccer practice and draw doodles on his skin with sharpie… Yesterday, she moaned his name, pulled at his hair and rolled her hips against his.

It’s impossible to forget.

Staring at him, she sips at her coffee, knowing him well enough to understand the reason for his silence. “How’s your back?” She asks all of a sudden as a tiny smirk curls her lips upward. At first, it only causes him to blink, but her confidence soon wears off on him.

“A little scratched-up… You left your mark, Princess.”

She shrugs at that. “I’m an artist. It’s what I do.”

For a minute, they simply smile at each other in silence, sipping at their mugs of preferred caffeine. (His black, hers with a bit of whole milk…) Then she decides to boost his ego. “You’re really good at it, you know? Sex.”

But there’s something about the compliment that causes worry to spark in his veins. As always, he knows what’s wrong without having to ask, which is why he sighs, putting down the cup to take her hands in his. “Clarke, I’ve only had sex with two people. You’re one of them.”

Embarrassed, she assures him that he didn’t have to tell her that, because she’s nowhere near entitled to know about his sexual history. Them sleeping together was spontaneous; a flare of mutual impulsion and curiousity, but it has confused everything nonetheless. Smiling down at her, Bellamy locks his arm around her waist. He gazes at her, overwhelmed by her beauty at this ungodly hour on a Sunday morning, her hair messy but her eyes alive.

She’s everything that he has ever wanted…

“Can I kiss you?”

At his question, her lips form the sweetest smile, which is contradictory to how she punches his shoulder afterwards. Out of habit, he pretends that it hurts to amuse her. “Of course you can kiss me, you dork.”

When he does, she laughs against his mouth for a moment before leaning into it and responding by nibbling a little at his lower lip. She tastes vaguely of coffee beans as the scent of lavender soap from her skin encompasses him; it turns his mind into one big marshmallow cloud, all fussiness.

Yes, as a kid he favored the taste of oranges, but nothing can surpass this: Clarke pressed against him, her hand resting on his chest while their lips move together — It’s still careful, gentle, and no one would be able to guess that they kissed countless times yesterday night. Pulling back, Bellamy asks, “Your mom will return from her graveyard shift soon. What are we going to tell her?”

She rolls her eyes at that, musing, “You sleep over all the time, Bell. She won’t suspect a thing.”

Technically, though, Abby Griffin has been suspicious for a year now, ever since her daughter started to wear his clothes and jump out of her window at night to meet him. They’d always been inseparable, those two, but as the years flew by, they only grew closer. Close enough that the line between friendship and romance blurs when she kisses his cheek and he presses his lips to the crown of her hair. Frankly, Abby had asked her daughter if she was having sex with him no more than a week ago, to which she’d insisted that she was not. Oh, the irony.

Clarke takes one look at the rosy pink tint that has graced his brown skin, then says, “You’re still flustered about the whole thing, aren’t you?” Of course, she is too, but it’s comforting to know that they’re in the same boat. After all, it’s not every day that you have sex with your best friend.

“Yeah. It all happened so quickly…”

“Well, I started it. I’m sorry if I threw you off.”

At that, Bellamy’s brow furrows. He doesn’t care who started it, and even if he did, he’s not sure that it was her. They’d both been slightly intoxicated by the city lights and mesmerizing street music when they walked through her front door last night — and sure, she’d pulled him into the living room to do a spontaneous striptease, but she hadn’t gotten to reveal more than her bra before Bellamy had kissed her.

They were so happy. So inexplicably happy…

“You didn’t,” he insists, letting his warm hands slip beneath the fabric of her t-shirt (yes, it’s her t-shirt now. It has Clarke written all over it) to feel her skin, and he looks at her with soft eyes as her lips part at the sensation. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

His voice cracks a little while he says it, unable to bear the weight of the emotions in those words. He’s called her ‘beautiful’ before, like when he went to pick her up for prom, but this time it’s different, because he’s seen her in a way that he never thought he would, on a bed beneath him wearing nothing but a smile.

Fuck, he’d do anything for her — Anything, which he’s already proven on several occasions. For instance, he punched Thomas Finlay in the face for calling her ‘a cheap whore’ after she turned him down, and stayed up with her for three nights in a row to quiz her on a history exam because she needed his help.

They kiss again, deeper and longer this time, only breaking apart to gasp for air. Her coffee is definitely turning cold on the kitchen counter, but she couldn’t care less. Amidst all of the confusion at the sudden change in their relationship, Bellamy can’t deny how good and right this feels; how good and right it felt to be inside her last night, even though thinking about it still makes him blush.

“… You wanna go on a date?” He asks carefully, and the question has her beaming at him.

“Yes! Where?”

“The tree house.”

Obviously. She should’ve known. That place is perfect, deeply engraved in their hearts, since it’s where their adventures together began. In Aurora Blake’s backyard… It’s amazing how many hours they’ve spent up there, playing until they lost track of time. She’d draw cool dragons on his skin one day, and the next they would be aliens stuck in space, looking for a way down to Earth.

They bring sandwiches, some with Nutella and the rest with peanut butter. Then sit up there in their old hiding spot, baffled by how much smaller it seems now. “We’ve changed. This place hasn’t,” Bellamy remarks, wiping some Nutella off the corner of her mouth using his thumb.

“It’s still full of memories, though,” she sighs, looking around at the crayon drawings that brighten the wooden walls.

Bellamy takes her hand at that, wordlessly reminding her that they’ll make new memories before she becomes sad. Yes, things have indeed changed. They’ve grown up, that’s a part of the inevitable passage of time, but they still love each other.

(The first time he confessed his love to her was when he was seven years old. She said it back a year later…)

Turning her head towards him, Clarke leans forward to rest her forehead against his. Then she captures his lips with her own in a chaste kiss. A thousand butterflies flutter their wings in his heart when she murmurs, “You’re still my best friend, but I… I want you to be my boyfriend, too.”

“I think that’s perfect.”

It really, really is… The perfect change.

#bellarke #bellarke fanfiction #bffnet #nonnie #lovely people

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calleyincali · 6 years

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After. A Kastle Fanfic.

What does ‘after’ mean for a marine turned vigilante who has lost everything. What happens when you are given the chance to have an ‘after’–a fresh start?

Kastle fic. More than likely going to end up being a multi-chapter fic that will be an M (18+) rating. Chapter 6 below. Will also be uploading to FF.net.

Each Chapter does have a song so head on over to the FF.net page and see which one it is and don’t forget to leave a comment or review! :)[FF.net HERE]

Karen and Frank listened silently to David’s scolding as Sarah fluttered around them, administering pain medication and bandages.

“Of all of the crazy stupid things that you could have done you go, alone, to an abandoned warehouse district and you didn’t think that somehow that was going to end badly?” David asked Karen before turning to Frank “And you. I give you a heads up and instead of--I don’t know asking me to come along or at least run surveillance on all of the surface streets--decided to go in blindly.”

“I wasn’t planning on alerting them to my presence, it was an accident.” Karen said and hissed harshly between her teeth when Sarah poured rubbing alcohol on her hand and began putting butterfly bandages a crossed the cut.

“You should have told me what was going on.” Frank said in his usual raspy voice and Karen wanted to smack him.

She’d since filled them in on everything, not seeing the point in keeping it to herself now that they were both firmly entrenched in the mess that she’d caused by digging too deeply.

“I would have had I thought you wouldn’t decide to take this whole thing into your own hands and solve everything--like you always do. I need to get this story out into the public so that they can avoid this drug. Besides--” She said and pointed at Frank “You are supposed to be retired.”

Frank shifted uncomfortably in his seat before replying, “Well, it’s a little hard to stay in retirement when I have to constantly pull your ass out of trouble.”

Karen’s mouth flopped open, fury flashing in her blue eyes and at that moment Sarah stepped in, “Okay you two I’d love to watch you hash this out, really, but I’ve got to kids upstairs who have school in the morning. I want you both to stay here tonight and tomorrow we will figure this out--together.”

Placing a hand on Karen’s shoulder she gestured towards the stairs “Karen I have some pajamas that might fit you--you’ll want to get out of those bloody clothes. Frank I’ll bring something down in a little bit.”

Karen sent one last glance at Frank, who looked anywhere but at her, before following Sarah up the stairs and into the large master bedroom. It was painted a comforting blue and the warm wood warmed her bare feet.

Sarah chattered quietly as she rifled through the large walk in closet and Karen sat on the nearby armchair numbly, the shock of the day finally hitting her.

Tears rolled down her cheeks and her hands began to shake. It took until Sarah popped her head out of the closet to realize and suddenly the other woman was kneeling in front of her comforting her.

“Hey, it’s going to be okay Karen.” She dabbed at Karen’s dirty face with her sleeve and patted her shoulder. “Let's get you out of these clothes and into the shower.”

Stiffly Karen let the woman that she barely knew pull the torn, ratty, tank top over her head and gasp when she saw Karen’s midriff--which to Karen’s surprise was covered with angry purple bruises.

“I fell onto a garbage can.” Karen explained, prodding at the bruise with her fingers.

“You could have broken ribs Karen, you should get that checked out.” Sarah said as she turned on the shower.

“Yeah, I’ll get right on that.” Karen said, almost sarcastically, as she kicked off the rest of her clothes and stepped under the hot spray.

“Come downstairs when you’re finished.” Sarah called over the sound of rushing water before shutting the bathroom door. At the sound of the click Karen leaned against the cool shower wall and let herself cry. Why was it that she always ended up crying alone in the shower when things got bad? Why hadn’t she learned her lesson after dealing with Wilson Fisk?

Karen stood under the spray for fifteen minutes before grabbing the body wash from one of the ledges and soaped herself up, letting all of the dirt and grime wash away from her body and down the drain. Only when she was as clean as she could get did she shut off the water and step out of the shower.

Sarah had left the clothes and some towels on the counter and Karen quickly toweled off and pulled on the soft purple pajama pants and grey long sleeved shirt.

Heading back downstairs she found David and Sarah talking quietly in the kitchen.

“Where’s Frank?” She asked, joining them.

“Your guess is as good as mine,” David shrugged “I went downstairs to grab some things and when I came back he was gone--he left this though.”

Karen took the note from him and rolled her eyes at the ‘i’ll be back’ which was hastily scrolled a crossed the receipt, “What is he? The Terminator? He was much more hurt than I am he needs to be resting.”

“And so do you. I’ve made up the guest bedroom for you to sleep in.” Sarah gently pressed a hand into Karen’s back, steering her back towards the stairs.

“You’ve both done so much for me, I’m sorry I’ve brought all of this to your doorsteps.” Karen apologized as they climbed the stairs for the second time that night.

“Hush it’s fine, David would have tried to help even if you hadn’t asked him and I’m just here to make sure all of you crazy people keep all of your limbs.” Sarah joked as she opened the door to the guest bedroom, which was yet again painted in another calming blue color.

“You just get some rest tonight so we can start on the game plan in the morning, okay? There should be some pain medication in the drawer for you if you need it.”

Karen nodded and waited to shut the door before sinking down onto the bed. She wanted nothing more than to take the pain medication and crawl under the sheets. But she needed to look at her phone first.

Sarah had left her bag on the armchair and Karen dug through it, quickly finding her phone. Luckily it still had some battery life left and she was able to unlock it and begin to flick through the pictures she’d taken that day.

The crates that they were unloading were unmarked, but Karen had a gut feeling that they were full of the drug that she was trying to track down. She wished she’d gotten pictures of the drug itself--these wouldn’t hold up in court--and no doubt that warehouse would be completely empty by dawn.

Karen flipped over to the pictures of the man who had stepped out of the mercedes, she’d known him from somewhere but her tired mind couldn’t pinpoint where exactly.

With a sigh she crawled under the sheets and turned out the light and briefly debated taking some of those pain pills to quell the ache in her body--but drowsiness ended the debate as she dropped off into an exhausted sleep.

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Some time later she was pulled back into the conscious world to the sound of a body shuffling in the room that she was in.

With a jolt Karen began to sit up, but the figure stopped her “Shh Karen, it’s only me.”

The bedside table lamp switched back on to reveal Frank sitting in the armchair next to the bed. His bruises had darkened in the past few hours and the cut on his temple was neatly bandaged--Sarah’s handiwork no doubt.

“Hey…” Karen said groggily reaching out with her palm upturned. “Where’d you go?”

Frank reached out and took it, “I went to get some more supplies and also grab your car.”

“You didn’t need to do that.” Karen tried to rub the sleep from her eyes but failed, her body was so tired.

Frank shrugged and paused for a moment as if debating on what he would say next, “Karen I wanted to say that I’m sorry for what I said earlier. I don’t think that I always have to pull your ass out of trouble.”

Karen chuckled, “You’re right, sometimes I have to pull your ass out of trouble too.”

“You’re right about that.” Frank said with a chuckle “That's what we do Karen. We pull each other out of trouble and protect each other--which I now realize was what you were trying to do earlier.”

“Yeah and it worked real well didn’t it?” She asked drily.

“It doesn’t matter if it worked or not Karen. We’re in this together now,” Frank squeezed her hand, “I want you to know that I’ll protect you--no matter what.”

Karen smiled blearily, she could feel the exhaustion creeping in on her again.

“Get some sleep, Karen.” Frank said and he moved to release her hand but she squeezed tighter.

“Stay?” She asked with a yawn.

Frank sat quietly for a moment before switching the lamp off, “Sure.” He said in the darkness as sleep overcame Karen once again.

#kastle #the punisher #karen page #frank castle #john bernthal #deborah ann woll

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chapitre7 · 7 years

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Moon Lovers prompt: Ha Jin and Hyun Woo going on a vacation together.

All The Beautiful Days In Your Eyes

Moon Lovers: Scarlet Heart Ryeo [달의 연인-보보경심 려] fanfiction

Future AU

Wang So (Photographer!Lee Hyun Woo)/Hae Soo (Go Ha Jin)

She keepsher hand out the window, trying to catch the wind. The shadows of tree leavesdraw patterns on her skin, swirling mosaics, dancing, her eyes tiny andunprotected against the sunlight. Go Ha Jin giggles, her glee heard over thelow volume of the song Hyun Woo had on. When she looks back at him, she seeshim as a smudge of reds and purples, barely catching the glint of his eyes outthe corner of his sunglasses.

“I can’twait,” she says, her mind already racing in a million directions, with a millionplans. Hyun Woo’s driving is steady, peaceful, and she enjoys both theanticipation and the wait, trying to imprint the scenery in her memory, momentsneither of them can immortalize in albums. Ina few years, she thinks, this is whatI’m going to remember the most. These trees, the sky, and his company by myside.

There’ll bemany pictures, she’s positive of it. Of their suite, morning breaking throughthe peaks in the curtains, their delighted faces before a meal, herself tryingto keep her hair in place through a gush of wind. She thinks in photographsnow, little pieces of Hyun Woo that grew inside of her, that she cultivateslike her small plants by his balcony, a small garden of him. She sings along tothe song and his right hand leaves the wheel for a brief moment to squeeze herhand. She sings louder, out of tune, her hair whipping in all directions, andhe laughs.

“We have toleave early tomorrow morning,” she says later, plopping down on their bed, herwet hair leaving her mark on their sheets.

“Why soearly?” He asks, looking down at her, an elbow resting against his pillow andhis hand propping his head up.

“I want tosee every flower I can and take pictures of the early sun at the top of themountain.”

She hearshis sigh as much as she feels it as he falls down on the bed.

“There’s norush, Ha Jin. We have all the time to enjoy our vacation.”

“But!” Herarm circles his middle and her chin rests on his chest, curled lashes winkingat him. “The earlier we start, the more we can enjoy!”

She ripplesin the air to the movement of his chuckles.

“Okay, I’llgrant you the early rising, but we’ll see about the seeing every flower part.”

Ha Jinjumps off the bed to turn the lights off and clings to him, almost too excitedto drift off but happy and comfortable enough to sleep until the break of dawn.

Sheunkindly jumps on him in the morning, fully dressed, her hair up in aninelegant bun, and he starts, their foreheads bumping together. Her giggles andround eyes shining centimeters from his own kill whatever complaint he mighthave blurted out, she assumes, and he only groans. She pokes his defeated sidesand whispers “Rise and shine” in his ear before skipping away.

“Ha Jin,wait up!”

She hopshappily through the trees, scaring off the birds, the terrain not bothering herone bit. Every trunk she touches, every leaf under her boots, they all remindher of Goryeo, the good and the bad, assassins running through the night, allthe steps she had to take to bring a lonely prince his meal. The flowers remindher of the garden she had to attend to as a Court Lady, and with her own littlecamera — not a gift from Hyun Woo but something she bought for herself — shecaptures all of it, as if trying to evoke all of the memories, as if it was HaeSoo’s life she was finally imprinting on film, just like Hyun Woo did once, ona beach of their own.

She’s soavidly running uphill that she slips and falls a few times, and when Hyun Woocatches up to her, she has a scraped knee like a child.

“What areyou doing?” He scolds, looking her over for any other injury. “We should headback for now, grab a meal, get your wounds cleaned so they don’t get infected.”

She pullsher arm out of his grasp.

“Don’toverreact, this is nothing.” She lets go of her frown to beam up at him. “Comeon, we’re not too far from the best spot, I hear the view is the best!”

He takeshold of her wrist and it almost causes her to fall backwards.

“No, comeon. There’ll be plenty of time for that later.”

She looksdown at his firm hold of her wrist and thinks back to all the drama heroinesshe had mocked for letting it happen.

“I don’tunderstand why you want to go back, I’m not hungry yet, I’m not injured, we cankeep going.” She pulls him instead of being pulled, uphill, towards the sunshining above the trees.

“Ha Jin,we’ve been roaming around for three hours without a break.”

I’ve had worse on horseback riding.

Ha Jinstorms off, his hand dropping from her wrist, hanging in the air between thetwo of them. She no longer stops to appreciate the colors, to appreciate thelife, to live between the present and the past, to see if Hyun Woo is followingher. She walks and walks, rocks and dried leaves beneath her feet, her breaththe only sound she focuses on. She doesn’t want to fight but she can’t stop marchingon, strands of hair falling from the clasp in disorderly fashion, dirt andscrapes adorning her skin with the same discomfort of her stubbornness in herstomach. Is it so difficult, she wonders. Was she so difficult?

She finallyreaches the bench facing the great wide horizon. She’s out of breath and out ofmind, thoughts jumbled together and failing before the colors of the sky, thelandscape of faraway cities, the green of life. Her hand reaches out weakly,her eyes too unfocused to cry, and an illusion fades away beyond herfingertips. She’s not in Goryeo, not anymore. Try as she might, she can’t tracethe memories with a brush. But she went there in hopes of immersing in herselfand in him, to share the parts of her she wants to make known, this is what I love, she wants to tellhim, as much as tried to tell him she loved him when she picked up his set oflens and tried to see the world through his eyes, his own choice of art andpoetry in imagery. Am I failing him again,she thinks, wondering if she skipped a few steps in her expressions and plansor if he’s just not as willing to follow her steps.

She looksup when she hears the familiar click of his camera, dropping the arm that wasstill extended ahead and scooting over to clear space for him to sit down.

Silencehangs between them before she clears it, her voice a stone falling down in calmwaters.

“I wasalways wasting time,” she says, touching the tips of her boots together.“Living each day carelessly, just trying to find a way to belong. But the truthis that I looked down on them for not matching my expectations. I looked downon Eun for being childish, I wanted Wook to be more open, and I wanted him to be… I want it all to be perfectwhen everything was far from perfect.” She tilts her head, her chin touchingher shoulder, and all she can see is regret. “I let it all slip away because Iwas careless, so I… don’t want to waste time anymore.”

“I’msorry.”

She shakeswith humorless giggles.

“And whatare you apologizing for?”

“I don’tknow,” he admits, resting his hands on the bench and projecting his upper bodyforward, as if he could fly away. Stay.Stay with me. She takes a picture of his profile and he smiles at her, asad smile, the ones she’s been trying so hard to make happy.

“You’realways busy, always leaving,” she says, looking down at the camera, at thepictures she took. “I just want to make every minute count.”

“Ha Jin.”He turns to her, hugging her shoulder, bringing her closer, speaking into herhair. She hugs him back without a second thought. “I’m not going to leave. Youdon’t have to feel that way.”

“What ifsomething happens to you in one of your flights?”

He sighsand the warmth of his breath is more welcoming than the sun, more relaxing thandusk, and it speaks louder than words. Ithought he was just indulging me, but he seems so tired.

“Why don’twe go down now? After we’ve seen the view you wanted to see?”

Ha Jingives him the lopsided smile she stole and made her own, her arms still aroundhim.

“Is thisyour nice way of getting what you want?”

He nods andhums and she laughs, all the minutes she spent spilling herself all over himand being caught so much more draining than the hours of wandering through themountain. If he was willing, if they compromised, she could spend more hourshiding behind the trees, just calmly waiting for him to find her, both of themfalling on the bed covered with morning dew with the sun as the witness to herjoy and devotion to him, where a minute could last an hour and an hour couldlast ten years.

They walkdown together, hand in hand, and Ha Jin realizes that her heart is no longerpounding out of her chest in anxiety, in desperation. It rests between hisfingers that lace with hers, on his lips that blow softly on her knee when hepatches her up, and the steady rhythm of his own heart, beating against herskin when they bathe together, the steam falling on them like a blanket, ahairpin with a butterfly holding her hair up.

When thenext morning comes, she wakes first and watches speckles of dust touch hiseyelashes. She barely dares to breathe, to disturb him, keeping her arms wrappedaround herself. You’re always busy,always leaving, she had said, not realizing how draining that could be,thinking only of how much she missed him and how she could still lose him. Butif neither tried to understand the other, wouldn’t they lose each other anyway?She watches him sleep, wanting to hold him against her chest and protect him,shield him so he could rest. She can feel time falling away from them, in thebeams of sunlight fighting the darkness of night away, but she pats her chest,wills herself to remain calm. It’ll beokay now. Nothing can happen to us.

He stirs,his eyelids fluttering open. He smiles like it’s the first time he’s woken upbeside her.

“What timeis it?”

“It’searly. We don’t have to get up now.”

He pullsher closer, his nose touching her clavicle, and Ha Jin closes her eyes.

“What aboutyour plans?”

“They’renot going anywhere.”

He fallsasleep with her hands in his hair and she lets him. There’ll be plenty of timelater, she thinks. Her camera fills with their memories, and her lungs fillwith different airs of many places, his car taking them everywhere before ittakes them back. Yes, there’ll be plenty of time, she thinks, she trusts. Shebelieves.

There is no minute that isn’t precious when I’mwith you.

“I havesomething for you.”

Ha Jinlifts the arm she had dramatically placed over her eyes when she flopped downthe living room couch after arriving from her first day at work. Hyun Woo sitsdown on the floor and does his best to level his eyes with hers, one of hishands coming from their hiding place behind his back to give her a photograph.Ha Jin sits up.

She’sreaching forward to a multicolored sky. He’s beside her with an expression sherecognizes as one she captured herself, with her own hands. Their profilesmatch perfectly together as if someone had been there with them to take thepicture, to immortalize their smiles, their first vacation, and the baredtruths in their chests. Ha Jin’s eyes shine with the ghost of tears and HyunWoo smiles a weak smile but it’s beautiful and she wants it framed.

He takesher hand and by the time she looks away from the picture the ring is already onher finger, a single shining star in the middle, twinkling up at her. Her mouthgapes open, all words evaporated with the heat on her face, and she can onlylook for the truth between his eyes.

“Would youbelieve now,” he asks, still sitting down, not on one knee, but stillpicture-perfect in his curved eyes and chapped lips and hair falling over hisleft eye, “if I said I’m not going anywhere?”

Her heartraces like she’s waiting by praying stones in her best clothes and his hairpinin her hair. But she’s healthy now, they’re safe now, and he could have askedher while she was mad at him, he could have said it in a different clumsy waysand she would have said yes. She has been waiting a thousand years to say yes.

“I had adream,” he says when the word is on her lips. “We were on a boat and you werethe most beautiful sight I had ever seen. In the dream, I wanted to spend myentire life with you, and when I woke up, I realized it was true. No, it’s evenmore true now. We are here, right now, and it’s exactly where I want to be.”

She putsthe photograph aside so her tears don’t fall on it.

“Even whenI’m a little bit irrational?”

He patsdown her hair, wipes her tears with his thumbs.

“The personyou are is what’s important to me.”

She fallson him, her arms around his neck, her weight bringing him down, the back of hishead hitting the floor. She can’t help laughing as she nurses the injured spotand neither can he, still with stars in his eyes. There’ll still be stars ineverything they see, every time they embrace, every time she looks down at herring during work hours, every time he comes home after spending days away andshe’s waiting with her arms open, compromising with each other’s needs, understandingeach other’s limitations, and accepting every moment.

Yes, Hae Soo says in the back of her mind, holdingWang So the night before he marries someone else.

Yes, Go Ha Jin says, every day when she opens hereyes in the morning and he’s still asleep, still dreaming of a time when theywere together, only to wake up and find her waiting for him.

No. There is no more waiting between us. There is just our meeting in the middle.

It’s what sheremembers the most. The trees, the sky, and his company by her side.

There is no minute that isn’t precious when I’mwith you.

Hopefully anon is still reading SHR fics! I’m sorry for the wait ♥

#Moon Lovers: Scarlet Heart Ryeo #Scarlet Heart Ryeo #Moon Lovers #fanfiction #fanfiction prompt #Wang So #Hae Soo #Go Ha Jin #Photographer!Hyun Woo #Wang So/Hae Soo #So/Soo #alternative universe

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cowardcouch · 5 years

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The Eccdentesiast’s Trouvaille

Chapter 9

" He said not to wear black but I don't have any clothes of other colors . Why am I even thinking about this ? It's not like this is a date ." You had spent many minutes thinking about this ,thinking what to wear and what he would like on you but it always ended on the fact that you were friends and not in a relationship . " Why am I even thinking of dating him ?" You covered your crimson cheeks with your hands as if someone was watching you . At that time the door of your room opened revealing your step mom . " Are you going on a date ? " Mrs. Kim asked you . Since the day you two talked the things out , your relationship with her has improved .You have tried to stay patient and be calm . After all it was not her fault . She just cares about you and it was against your ethics not to be impudent ; well it used to be since now you have turned a bit rebellious but you have been noticing some changes in yourself .

" I-It's not a date . My friend Baekhyun had called me to meet up ." You answered . " Umm...you don't need to wear this . Wait a second okay ." She rushed out of the room . What she up to ? It was scaring you from the inside . A minute later , as she had said , she returned with a red off-shoulder blouse . It was like the worst nightmare for you . You don't even remember the last time you wore some flashy clothes . You had just stuck to black clothes for five years of your life . Your clothes - BLACK ! Your hair - BLACK ! Your shoes - BLACK ! Your life - BLACK !

"I can't wear these ! " You created a safe distance between the clothes and you . " Komo sweetie , you need to overcome your obsession wearing black clothes . Meeting up with friends doesn't require getting dressed up but look at you ! You've been staring at these clothes for hours . This shows how much you care about that friend . Maybe he'll like it that you changed yourself for him ; he'll feel special and cared for ." She explained and for the first time you listened to her patiently . She was right . " I-I'll give it a try.." This was really a big step for you .

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" I am at the bus stop .Okay ." You hung up the call and wrapped your arms around yourself . Wearing an off shoulder dress without something warm was definitely not a good idea . " Komorebi ! " You turned your head to your right and saw Baekhyun there ...CYCLING towards you with a guitar on his back ! He was wearing a red check shirt and black jeans . And boy , you were drooling over him . " Woah ! someone's wearing red here ." He spoke and whistled which made you blush . " Shut up ! " You hid your blushing cheeks and punched him on the shoulder ." Sit at the back ." He pointed at the back seat of the cycle . " Are we going to cycle to that place ? Where are we going actually ? " You went behind him and sat at the back seat and adjusted yourself comfortably . " Yup we are going to cycle to that place . And we are going to meet my girlfriend . " Your eyes widened and your head started spinning . Of course Komo , he would have a girlfriend . What were you thinking ? You are not even in his magnetic field to be attracted to him in the first place . He is so handsome and well sculpted , of course he would have a girlfriend . " Hold on tight . To infinity and beyond ! " And then the death race began .....

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" BYUN BAEKHYUN SLOW DOWN ! " you held on to his shirt and squeezed your eyes . " You need to enjoy Komorebi ! Feel the wind ." He yelled . " WOHOO~ Open your eyes and just let the wind engulf you ."

" I AM ON THE VERGE OF GETTING BLOWN AWAY BY THE WING AND YOU'RE TELLING ME TO ENJOY IT . TEACH ME TO DO THAT AND I'LL PAY YOU TEN THOUSAND DOLLARS ! " You yelled back . " Hold me tight ." You were holding if tight enough for him to die from suffocation . Your nails were digging into his shirt . Poor boy ! The tires of the cycle meet the speed breaker causing you to jump a bit . Instinctively , your arms wrapped around his torso and hugged him. The guitar bumped with your head and you saw star before your eyes . You slowly opened your eyes when the speed of the cycle slowed down and you were glad you did that . The scenery was ineffable .

The sky was pinkish blue with the glowing orange sun just outshining it . The sunlight which was penetrating through the canopy was even able to penetrate through the darkness in your life . The beautifully planted flowers were dancing with the zephyr with butterflies flocking around them . You could hear the birds chirping and the insects buzzing . It was serene and magical . You gave you internal peace and contentment . It seemed as if your heart was merrily dancing with the euphonious voice of the forest which was unheard . You weren't a fan of mother nature but today she was too cool that you couldn't resist her ! Baekhyun turned to enter the garden and slammed onto the brakes . You got off the seat and observed your surroundings .

" Meet my girlfriend Komo." You almost had forgotten about it . You had imagined her be the most beautiful creature on this earth , with a well sculpted body and a breathtaking smiles . Her features would be beautifully carved , making it difficult for anyone to look away from her . The perfect girl that any boy would desire but you didn't find any such girl in the garden . " Where ? " You scanned the area but couldn't find anyone there except you two . " Well , this place is my girlfriend since high-school." What ! So this was his girlfriend ! You were worrying for nothing . A sigh of relief escaped your lips . " You scared me for a bit ." You mumbled under your breath . " Huh ? Did you say something ?" He neared you .

" Oh. N-Nothing . It's just beautiful . Your girlfriend is breathtaking . I had to question my sexuality for a moment ." You answered which made him laugh . His laugh was euphonious . Just contagious . You couldn't understand how could he laugh so easily and why you couldn't do the same . Maybe you could learn it from him . " Let's sit and talk then ." He went ahead and you followed him from behind . He sat down on a some random spot and you sat beside him , a bit away from him . He took out his guitar from the cover and tunned it . " This is my second girlfriend ." You furrowed your eyebrows . " Are you sure you wanna be friends with me cause I don't like playboys ." You joked which made him grin . " Well you need to change then cause I can't give them up . They have wrapped me around their fingers ." He spoke which made you smile . " Your smile is beautiful . You should always smile like that . Ah ! It reminds me of a song ." He spoke and started strumming his guitar .

Oh, her eyes, her eyes make the stars look like they're not shinin' Her hair, her hair falls perfectly without her trying She's so beautiful and I tell her everyday Yeah, I know, I know when I compliment her she won't believe me And it's so, it's so sad to think that she don't see what I see But every time she asks me "Do I look okay?" I say

When I see your face There's not a thing that I would change 'cause you're amazing Just the way you are And when you smile The whole world stops and stares for a while 'Cause girl you're amazing Just the way you are Yeah

Without even realizing you were staring at him the whole time . His voice was so honey like that you were lost in its sweetness . You just loved the way his slender fingers were strumming the guitar and his eyes were closed savoring every note of the melody . You were so rapt that you didn't know when the song ended . You blushed profusely when you found him staring at you . " You're so good at singing." You complimented him which made him scratch his nape . " But not as good as you . I heard you singing when I sent Komo to you , the day you were crying in the park ." You looked down and fiddled with your fingers . " Can you sing again ? " He asked which made your heart to increase its pace . "I-I can't ." You were too shy to sing . Though he had heard you singing still you couldn't sing , especially with Baekhyun beside you . " I'll sing with you too . Just this time . " He requested and pouted which really melted your -20 C heart . " F-Fine ." You stuttered and cleared your throat . " Do you know John Legend's All Of Me ?" He asked you and you nodded and then the he strum the chord .

What would I do without your smart mouth? Drawing me in, and you kicking me out You've got my head spinning, no kidding, I can't pin you down What's going on in that beautiful mind I'm on your magical mystery ride And I'm so dizzy, don't know what hit me, but I'll be alright

My head's under water

But I'm breathing fine

You're crazy and I'm out of my mind

He sang the first verse and pre-chorus and stopped for you . You gulped and took a deep breath . Why were you all of a sudden so nervous ? " 'Cause all of me , loves all of you ...." You sang and closed your eyes trying to sing without shaking . And soon he joined you too . When both of your voices blended together , it could make a flower bloom . Together you both could conquer the world with the power of your melody . You were so engrossed in singing that you didn't know when Baekhyun took out his phone and clicked your picture . Baekhyun's P.O.VShe is so beautiful . Ethereal beauty . Even more beautiful while she's singing . Without wasting I took out my phone and clicked her photo without her knowing . Since the first day I had met her ,I found myself thinking about her constantly which made my heart thump . She's just so different . I would love to get to know her . I wish she would just open up to me . She stopped singing and looked at me with corrugated brows . " Why did you stop singing .? " She asked me . " I-I just forgot the lyrics ." I lied ." Let's get to know each other more ." She widened her eyes and lowered her gaze . Then I began blabbering about myself making it as comfortable as possible for her . I talked about my favourite movie , food , actress , well about every area of this world . She didn't really talk freely about things and only answered in a sentence but I'm glad she opened up to me . And here comes the granite now . " So do you have any boyfriend ?" She looked quite flustered . And I realized that shouldn't have asked her this . " No . I neither have dated anyone nor I've had my first kiss ." She answered in a low voice . " Me too . I mean . I neither have dated anyone nor I've had my first kiss . Well , which type of kiss do you think is the most romantic ?" What kind of question is this Byun Baekhyun ! Of course , everyone's favorite kiss is the one which is given on the lips . You're making her feel awkward . " I think the kiss on the forehead is the best kiss . It's just so ..... beautiful and sweet in itself ." She answered . See , that's why I like her since she's so different . And now the question I've been wanting to ask for a long time . " Why do you wanna be away from everyone Komorebi ? Why do want to remain alone , away from everyone ?" I asked . She looked at me with wide eyes . " I don't want to evade your privacy Komo . I just wanna the reason why so that I can help you . That's what friends are for , right ? I never want to hurt , just want to make you happy since everyone deserves to be happy . You can take your time to share your problem . Your guardian angel is always ready to help you . " I told her and flashed my smile . She nodded her head . " We should get going . Since it's getting late ." I pointed towards the sky which was going turn black any moment . She nodded her head . After keeping my guitar in the cover I sat on the cycle with Komo on the back seat . And we cycled towards to return to our own paradise

.♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦

"Thanks for today Baekhyun ." She smiled at me . I feel lucky since she shows this smile to only a few people . " I know this a big step for you . Making friends , talking about yourself and suddenly stepping outside the house to meet someone . Let's take it slow okay ?" I smiled at her and took a step forward and leaned in to kiss her forehead . I let my lips linger their for a while and then pulled away . "You love forehead kisses , don't you ?" I smiled at her and then left . And that smiled remained on my face for a long , long time .

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livelaughloveimagines · 7 years

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Undeserving Part 1 (Auston Matthews)

Song: “No Promises” - Shawn Mendes

“Luke told me today he’d still take you if you want to go” your friend Cassidy looked over her shoulder from her spot in front of the mirror outside of the dressing room.

“No” you shook your head eyes glued to your phone.

“You’re talking to him?” She questiond moving the dress around to fit her shape better.

“When isn’t she talking to him.” Your other friend malia mocked two dresses in her hand.

“Actually.” You spoke finally looking up. “I’m talking to his mom.”

Your two friends exchanged looks and smiled “She’s in with the whole family now.” Malia nudged Cassidy to take the dresses out of her hands who laughed along with her.

“Yep.” You glared at them not really bothered but blushing nonetheless.

“(y/n) we’re just joking, how’s auston?” Cassidy asked as she returned to he dressing room and malia took a seat next to you.

“He’s good.“you simply replied noticing a text from his mom to confirm all of your flight information.

“That’s it.” Malia asked trying to look over your shoulder. “You'be been talking, no practically dating for over a year and that’s all we get.” You shrugged not wanting to tell them because as much as you loved them, you knew they wouldn’t understand.

“I don’t believe it.” Malia snatched your phone out of your hands and moved so you couldn’t get it back.

“Malia!” You snipped trying to get your phone back.

“You talked on the phone for 2 hours and 45 minutes.”

It started with him snapchatting you after a particularly bad game. Then he claimed the only way he’d feel better is if he heard your voice which lead to you talking on the phone. Talking to Auston was always simple so it was easy for you both to loose track of time and talk for longer than anticipated. Even if the conversation was innocent enough that didn’t stop your parents from teasing you the next morning when you walked into the kitchen with bags under your eyes and only an hour of sleep in your system. After you got off the phone with Auston you couldn’t go to sleep, you were way too happy to. So you layed in bed for the rest of the night looking up at the ceiling.

“Stop.” You pouted embarrassed by the length of time.

“Does he know about your surprise?” Cassidy shouted from the dressing room.

“Nope he still thinks I’m going with Luke.”

“That’s sweet. Invite me to the wedding.” Malia joked.

You laughed “I have to be his girlfriend before I’m his wife.”

“Seriously if he doesn’t ask you out soon I’m going to beat him up.” Malia was completely serious.

“I don’t think you’re going to hurt him, but okay.”

“Hey don’t miss judge these babies.” She said pointing to her biceps. “They have a reputation.”

“For what looking like noodles?” You laughed as Cass came out dress in hand.

“Shut up, I’ve punched someone before.”

“Yeah me in kindergarten” You stood gathering your purse. “But that didn’t exactly hurt.”

“You cried.” Malia pointed out standing as well. You both followed Cassidy to the register.

“That’s because not even five minutes later your brother ran over my foot with a scooter because you told him to.”

“Oh yeah those we’re the good old times.”

“Hey, don’t say that we weren’t friends yet.” Cass reprimanded pulling out her credit card and handing it over to the cashier.

“Fine.” You ended your conversation just as Cass was handed her bag and her credit card back.

“Let’s eat.” She smiled leading the way to her car. You stopped at a Burgatory before heading home to do some last minute packing.

“You have everything you need?” Your mom asked standing in the doorway of your room.

“Mhm, everything except-”

“Except the sweatshirt he gave you, it’s in the dryer.” Your mother knew the one thing you wouldn’t leave that house without.

Auston had given you one of his old sweatshirts during the summer a year ago when you were at a bonfire at his house. You had worn jean shorts and a tanktop forgetting a sweatshirt at home, but Cassidy assured you it wouldn’t get that cold and there would be blankets. Oh how wrong she was. It was freezing by the time the sun set and you didn’t even want to think about sitting outside. That’s when Auston offered you his sweatshirt from when he was 15 and played on a travel team. Matthews was on the back along with the number 19 and on the front his teams name. You stayed warm the whole night getting lost in both the sweatshirt and the way Auston played with your fingers as you sat on his lap a blanket draped over the two of you.

“Thanks mom.” You smiled zipping up your suitcase. It was hard to convince your parents to let you go see Auston especially since they wouldnt be going and you weren’t dating. But after showing that you’d pay for all your expenses including the plane ticket and that it would only be for the weekend they agreed.

“Just make him your boyfriend soon, that’ll be thanks enough.”

“I’ll see what I can do.” You laughed as she placed a kiss on your head.

Mrs. Matthews picked you up at 3:30 in the morning to get to the airport. The car ride was a comfortable silence due to the fact that you weren’t truly awake yet. She helped you out of the car and into the airport leading the way to the gate you needed to be at for your 5:30 flight.

“Are you excited?” She asked as you both sat side by side.

“Very.” You nodded taking a sip of your coffee.

“He’s excited too. He even went to bed earlier so you’d get there sooner.”

You laughed butterflies taking over your stomach. “I’m excited for his birthday.”

“Me too. I’m going to need you to distract him during the say so I can make him a birthday dinner.” Ema explained her plan taking a sip of her own coffee.

“Whatever you say boss.” You smiled as she nuged your side laughing.

Your flight number was called and you boarded for the first of two. It went very smoothly considering you only went to California for your layover. The second was more difficult. A women had her two newborns with her and they wouldn’t stop crying. The poor women was clearly overwhelmed and panicking. That’s when Ema stood up and politely took one of the babies out of her arms and began bouncing back and fourth not too long after one of the cries stopped.

“Here.” She said handing you the baby “keep bouncing him.” You did as directed while cooing at the small bundle in your arms. She took the second from the women and did the same silencing the cries. The women was so happy she looked like she could’ve cried.

“Both Alex and Auston were like this.” She told you. “It took everything in me not to start crying myself.”

You held the babies for the rest of the flight allowing the mother to get some sleep and giving the rest of the plane an easier flight.

“Goodbye handsome.” You cooed to the baby in your arms before placing him in the stroller.

“Thank you again.” The women smiled brightly at Ema as you all three moved through the airport toward the exit doors.

“My kids were the same way. It just takes practice and patience.” She advised.

“Is this your daughter?” She looked from Ema to you.

“One day hopefully, but right now she’s my son’s girlfriend.” Your heart jumped that’s the first time anyone has referred to you as Auston’s girlfriend. You knew it was just because it was easier then explaining the whole situation, but still.

“Well I hope you both have a wonderful time here thank you again.” The women smiled one last time before directing the stroller out. You followed suit toward the car Ema had rented. Auston’s game would start soon so you had no time to stop by his apartment. You changed into his jersey in the car and fixed your hair and makeup as well.

“Ready?” Ema asked as she parked the car. You nodded the fact that you were actually here starting to sink in.

“There’s Auston.” She pointed him out on the ice for warmups. Even if she hadn’t pointed him out you would’ve known which one he was from the build.

When the game got underway you were completely focused on number 19. Auston scored twice and both times you cheered loud. The final score was 2-4 and you knew a win would mean a happier Auston. You followed Ema to where you came in and waited patiently for your guy.

You’d wish someone would’ve taken a picture of Auston’s face when he saw you because it was priceless.

“What are you doing here?” He asked pulling you into his large frame.

He smelled good from his shower and you couldn’t help but admire his build.

“Surprising you.”

“Well i’m surprised.” He kept you in a firm grip but was able to look down at you now. “What about homecoming? you were nominated for queen.”

“I wouldn’t have won anyway.” Everyone knew Danielle Stapleton was guaranteed to win mainly because her older sister had two years before.

“But still. Cassidy told me how excited you were to go.”

You simply shrugged “it wouldn’t have been fun without you.”

“So you ditched your senior homecoming where you were nominated to win queen to fly half way across the world with my mom to spend time with me.”

“You like your surprise?”

“I love it.”

You stand in each others arms smiling at one another unaware of the people moving around you and the fact that Ema had left you alone.

“You’re the best you know that?”

You giggled “you’re just now figuring that out.”

“Why aren’t you my girlfriend?” Auston questioned aloud.

“you tell me.” You didn’t miss a beat with your reply.

“Because I don’t deserve you.”

The conversation is always the same. Auston hasn’t asked you out cause he doesn’t deserve you, that’s the sweet endearing joke between the two of you.

“And because you’re way smarter than me, and more capable, and going on to be super successful.” One finger wenr up after another as he listed off his reasons.

You simply shook your head and rolled your eyes up at the giant goof.

“I hate to break it to ya kid you’re out of my league.”

“Well you’re insanely hot, really freaking good at hockey, and going on to be a successful NHL player with hot girls throwing themselves at you all the time.” You took your time listing off your items about him. “Hate to break it to ya kid you’re out of my league.”

“I guess will just have to say neither of us deserve each other.”

“And that’s why we’re not dating.”

Auston smiled, but it’s obvious it’s forced and you mirror. “Let’s go I want to spend as much time with you as I can.”

“What about your mom?” You asked once you got in the car and begin adjusting your seat belt.

“I texted her.” Auston looks up from his phone and places it in the consol. “She’s going to dinner with some of the other families. So we have the place ourselves.“

“You know what that means?“ You asked a sly smile placed on your face.

“What does that mean?” Auston backed out of his spot driving with the hand that wasn’t holding yours.

“Cuddling.”

“Lots of it.”

“Of course.” You nodded. Your head rested against the seat admiring the sites around you as Auston drove.

When you get to his shared apartment he opened the door and allowed you in first.

“I’m going to change. The living rooms through there though.” Auston directed.

You first kicked off your shoes then move to the living room where you sat down on the couch and took in your surrounding. Before you can reach for the remote auston entered with a huge blanket. He sat down beside you and pulled it over the both of you.

“Any preferences?” He fliped through the dvds he’d brought with him downstairs.

“This one.” You picked up the movie you have come to love over the many years and times you’ve watched it.

“Are we ever going to watch a diferrent movie?” Auston got up and put “some kind of wonderful” into his DVD player.

“No, probably not.” You smiled. This was the movie you watched in jack Linder’s basement when you hung out for the first time.

“Great.” He sat back down beside you wrapping his arms around your waist.

You don’t watch the movie, but rather auston. The way his large chest moved up and down with each breath and how small your hand looked in his. His thumb ran over yours repeatedly. You admired all the way from his hair to the silver chain that he never takes off from his neck.

“Take a picture it’ll last longer.” His voice broke your thoughts and brought you back to reality.

Your cheeks burn bright from being caught. “your handsome.”

Auston turned so he was looking down at you his head resting against the couch. That’s how you remain the both of you looking at each other the movie playing in the background. Auston’s hand found the side of your face and let it rest there before he leant down to kiss you. The kiss was slow and romantic. It was the type that made your legs go weak and your heart race faster. When you pulled away everything seemed hazy except Auston he was in complete focus.

“How was that?”

“Good.” You softly smiled. “really good.”

“better than last time?” The last time You and Auston had kissed was before he left for the season. You were laying in his bed just talking when he leaned down and kissed you.

They’re all great.“ You mumbled.

“You want to see if I can make this one better?”

You nod closing your eyes as Auston Matthews pulled you back into him. One kiss turned into two which turned into three which turned into you making out. Auston gently lifted you onto his lap and placed his hands on your hips. Your hands found the back of his neck and his hair.

He rubbed your back and played with the ends of your hair. Your lungs began to burn and the only sound you could make was a wimper mixed with a moan. Kissing along your jaw and neck Auston got the hint. However it didnt take long for him to return to your lips and start kissing away.

The door opened and closed loudly followed by an apology it caused both of you to jump. You leaned back into the couch hoping it wasn’t obvious how breathless and lightheaded you were. Auston sent you a lazy smile only making you want him even more.

“Hey guys!” Ema called coming into the room a brown bag in one hand her purse in the other.

“Hey mom.” Auston greeted and you waved.

“I brought take out.” She held up the bag glancing at the screen. “Oh I love this movie!”

“(Y/n) loves it too, she chose it.”

“Isn’t it just so sweet?” Ema commented a fond smile taking over.

“Mhm” you looked at the screen seeing the movies already almost over.

“Well I’ll take the food to the kitchen. Come in and get it whenever.” Ema walked into the kitchen leaving you alone once again.

“I could eat right now.” You stated taking the hair tie from your wrist and putting your hair up.

“Um” Auston cleared his throat. “Can you get me something?” He glanced down at his lap where the blanket is covering and you went red, but noddsd nonetheless.

“Sure.” You smiled standing up “I’ll grab you an egg role.”

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flickerfic · 7 years

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Skateboard Sally: PART 2

Taylor scrubs at her newly skinned elbows with disinfectant and hisses in pain. Her cats slink around her bathtub, curious as to why their owner is making so many cat noises. Taylor has dressed herself in sleep shorts and a pink plaid shirt. She sits on the edge of her bath tending to the many injuries all caused by the new devil in her life.

“Mrrow?” mewls Meredith, a fat salt and pepper thing of beauty with eyes too big for her face.

“Just my arms are a little scuffed up,” Taylor replies to the pet.

Her other cat Olivia, a snowy feline resembling that of a polar bear cub, hops onto the edge of the bath and slinks against Taylor’s side. Taylor takes a moment from dressing her wounds to scratch her ears. Suddenly her phone pings with a new text message. She reaches over to the wash basket and picks it up. It’s a text from an unknown number. Taylor hesitates before jumping to the conclusion. Could it be? When she opens the text she’s left surprised.

Hi, it’s Karlie…um.. Today didn’t go so well. Uhh maybe we could try something tomorrow? And u could pick the location? Haha…💀..kay.

It is singlehandedly the most awkward text Taylor has ever received from anyone ever. She even blushes a little at the clumsiness of the poorly worded message. But there’s still hate in her heart for this girl. She decides to let the text sit for at least ten minutes before answering. Her doorbell buzzes and she goes to answer it.

“What’s up?” she speaks into the mic.

“It’s me, let me up,” says a male voice. Taylor invited her friend Ed to talk about the days events. He’s got a raw wisdom she can always count on. She unlocks the main doors downstairs and waits for him.

In seconds Ed is knocking on Taylor’s apartment door. “Hey, I brought a cake,” he says and presents a chocolate sponge boxed up in a plastic container.

“You’re a lifesaver,” Taylor giggles and she goes to prepare some coffee in the kitchen. Ed sits himself down at the table and starts cutting the cake for them. Taylor’s curtains are open in the living area letting the city lights sparkle outside her impressive bay window. She had managed to rent herself a rather aesthetically pleasing apartment, one that many of her friends considered luxurious or designer. But she simply humbled herself in her decorating skills.

“So, what’s the story with Skateboard Sally?” Ed chuckles. “Still can’t believe your GC got away with calling her that. Mad man.”

Taylor slides his cup of coffee towards him and sighs heavily. Her cats come prancing in at the familiar sound of Ed’s voice. For some reason they really enjoy his company and slink around his legs whenever he’s near. Olivia pounces into his lap and Meredith lies under his feet at his stool.

“She and her friends pulled a prank on me today. A really lousy one too,” Taylor begins as she sips her coffee.

Ed slides her a plate of cake and then leans forward with his arms folded, ready to listen to her story. Taylor likes that about her friend. He was always good at physically communicating with someone. She continues to tell Ed all about the photography project and the shed and the skunk onesie boy. He furrows his brow and nods, never once smiling or laughing at her misfortune - not even when she giggles whilst describing how she felt like peeing out of fright.

“That’s horrible, Taylor. I’m sorry you had to experience that,” he says solemnly.

“Well, get this. She sent a text to me before you came here.”

Ed raises his eyebrows in anticipation. “Is that so?”

Taylor shows him her phone with the text and his chews on his lip in thought. “It’s like she’s trying to sound apologetic but doesn’t really know how.”

“Something changed in her when I was on the ground all dirty and crying,” Taylor says. “She looked at me like she’d realised how dumb of a move it was.”

“Are you going to text her back?” Ed asks as he hands back the phone.

“She wants to meet again tomorrow. If I do respond where would I take us?”

“Somewhere with lots of people so she can’t cause trouble,” Ed says firmly.

“Trouble is it’s a nature photography project. So like, the city streets aren’t gonna cut it.”

“Take her to the beach then. Lots of people still around but you’ll still be able to get nature pictures. Rock pools, the waves, cliffs, birds… Lots of choice!” Ed suggests.

“That could be a good idea,” Taylor hums. “What should I text back?”

The two of them discuss how to word a reply for the next twenty minutes. Taylor even goes so far as to writing it down on paper first to see what sounds good. After a second cup of coffee each they come to an agreement.

Hey, thank you for your message. Tomorrow I’ll be at the pier at 9am. Wear something beach appropriate. Please do not bring your skateboard - T

Taylor prides herself in how she didn’t acknowledge Karlie’s reference to how poorly their first day went. It’ll leave the girl on edge and maybe encourage her to give an actual apology. At least that’s what she hopes becomes of this. Ed pats her on the back teasingly and nods.

“I think that’ll suffice. Wonder when she'll–”

Taylor’s phone pings with a new message. It’s from Karlie.

kk c u then.

“C U then,” Ed mocks and Taylor giggles. “Listen, bring some sort of weapon okay? I’m talking pepper spray or a pocket knife.”

“I have a feeling it’ll go a little smoother this time round,” Taylor says surely.

“Just bring something?” Ed sighs impatiently. “Even your keys in hand.”

“Fine, I’ll keep my keys close,” Taylor assures him. “Now, how about a game of Scrabble!”

“I suddenly have to go,” Ed says with cheeky grin.

“Ed!’

“All right, all right. Pour me another cuppa.”

~*~

Taylor, still slightly shaken from yesterday, feels confident after Ed’s words. She’s surrounded by people out in the open. Everyone can see her. If Karlie tries anything today she’ll make a scene and Taylor will most likely be saved. But she doubts that she’s in any danger today. Today she’s dressed in a dandelion yellow sundress with a sweetheart neckline. Now that her elbows are scratched up she can’t wear sleeves either. She wonders if there’s any other wounds Karlie could possibly inflict on her. Soon enough Karlie strolls up to her, hands stuffed into the pockets of her deep red hoodie. She is wearing her black shorts again and what looks like suitable hiking shoes. She’s got a somewhat somber look on her face, one that says she’s slightly embarrassed to be here. But it gives Taylor confidence.

“Good morning, Karlie,” Taylor says clearly.

“Hey,” Karlie replies, mumbled and not half as certain. “What’s, uh…the plan for today?”

Taylor smiles politely. “We’re going to the rock pools. I’ve brought nets so we’re gonna catch some sea creatures,” Taylor replies cheerfully and hands Karlie a small butterfly net. She looks at it warily and takes it. Judging by her side eyeing she’s probably intimidated by Taylor’s cheerful demeanour.

They head down the pier to the rocky wonderland that is the rock pools. Taylor takes a moment to unpack a mason jar and to scoop some water into it in case they come across anything that can’t live out of the pools. There’s a large blue sign that encourages people to look and capture for inspection but not take, and then an image of a net with a check mark beside it. There is also a chart of what creatures to avoid touching such as sea urchin and jellyfish. Taylor has been here plenty of times before and is an expert at where to find things. It becomes clear to her that Karlie has not as she hesitates to step onto the slippery rocks.

“Be careful,” Taylor calls over her shoulder. “Stay close to me in case you fall. And keep an eye out for anything interesting. Most of these guys are small.”

“These guys? What exactly are we looking for?” Karlie asks quietly.

“Well there are small fish, clams, sea slugs– and starfish!” Taylor gasps as she skilfully hops over a rocky ledge to inspect a large pool. She sets down her jar and crouches down, beckoning for Karlie to copy her. Karlie does and peers into the sandy water. Taylor doesn’t use her net and instead reaches in with her bare hands to pick up the starfish. This freaks Karlie out.

“Wait, what the fuck! You just pick these things up?” she exclaims, bouncing back to her old self for a moment.

“Starfish can’t hurt ya,” Taylor smiles. She lays it flat on her hand and inspects it. It’s a brilliant bright red colour and it’s flesh is making very gradual pulsing movements. “How about you be the camera girl since you’re too afraid to touch these guys?”

“I’m not afraid, I just– GET THAT ABOMINATION AWAY FROM ME,” Karlie yells as Taylor brings the starfish to her face.

Taylor starts to genuinely laugh at Karlie’s over the top reaction. Karlie even looks like she’s about to smirk but she tries to pout it away. She takes the camera out of her purse and snaps a picture of the starfish in Taylor’s hands. “He’s a cool colour I guess,” she mumbles.

“Starfish actually don’t have genders would you believe,” Taylor says. “Isn’t that awesome?”

“Uh, I suppose?” Karlie replies.

Taylor shakes off her unimpressed tone and they search on. Not a few minutes later and Taylor spots something wriggling in the water. Karlie shies away behind her not wanting to be anywhere near the thing. “What is it? A worm or some shit?”

Taylor uses her net this time to fish out the tiniest octopus Karlie has ever seen. It’s a dull earthy brown and she’s baffled by how Taylor spotted it. Taylor plops it in their jar of water and it glides about inside. Karlie isn’t as afraid of this one since it can’t touch them and she gapes in awe at the little creature.

“Isn’t it pretty?” Taylor asks, a smile beginning to form on her face whilst she watches Karlie’s intrigue.

“Pretty cool,” Karlie replies. She slides a finger down the jar and the octopus wriggles up to it. She nearly cowers back but keeps her balance.

“What’s got ya jumping today?” Taylor grins.

“Nothing,” Karlie says, almost defensively. But once she sees the look of regret on Taylor’s face she softens her tone. “Nothing, I just don’t really do this sort of stuff.”

“Take a picture!” Taylor says cheerfully. Karlie does and it turns out looking pretty impressive. They release the octopus back into the rock pools and it speedily wriggles out of sight

“We’re getting good at this, huh?” Karlie says, still not smiling but sounding more at ease.

“We sure are! We’re making good progress,” Taylor replies reassuringly. Karlie makes a sort of half smirk at this as they venture on.

They stay at the rock pools for a whole hour. Taylor finds a number of colourful starfish and even a few crabs. Karlie is proud of herself when she spots a hermit crab skittering along a mountain of scallops. Taylor smiles at her as she eagerly takes a few pictures, seemingly lost in the activity and not noticing her watchful eyes.

“Those little things are fucking legit,” Karlie utters as she looks back on the pictures.

“Well I’m glad you think that,” Taylor says. “We’ve taken a lot of pictures. Do you wanna go get something to eat?”

“Uh, what like the two of us?” Karlie asks looking up from the camera.

“There’s no one else doing this with us so yes,” Taylor says amusedly.

“Like a…” Karlie trails off.

“A what?” Taylor asks. She’s genuinely confused about why Karlie is tiptoeing around getting food together.

“…Nothing. Uh, I don’t have a lot of money on me.”

“That’s all right, I’ll pay.”

Karlie’s eyes widen. “You fucking will your ass,” she huffs. “You’re not my boyfriend.”

“Do you have a boyfriend?” Taylor asks.

“No?”

“Then I’ll be the perfect substitute. Grow up and let’s get some sushi,” Taylor says as she empties her mason jar and puts it in her beach bag. Karlie protests further but Taylor shrugs it off. They come to a touristy fish restaurant, one of Taylor’s favourite eating establishments.

“Sel’s Catch?” Karlie reads staring up at the welcome sign.

“I’ve got a friend who’s family owns the place. Do you like fish?” Taylor asks.

“Yeah, sure… Is this place expensive?”

“It’s reasonable,” Taylor shrugs. “But we can go somewhere cheaper if you’d like. This place is just a real favourite of mine. They never disappoint. You haven’t been here before?”

“No, I haven’t.”

“Come on then, you can’t miss a chance to eat here!” Taylor grins as she opens the door for Karlie, the buzz of the diners flooding out of the building. They are seated by a sunny window and Karlie shyly skims over the menu. Taylor wasn’t lying when she said the prices weren’t too bad but she still doesn’t have enough money for half of the things she’s interested in. She wasn’t expecting a lunch date today.

“I can help you choose something,” Taylor suggests, knocking Karlie out of her daze.

“Uh, that’s okay thanks. I don’t think I have enough to–”

“We can get something to share!” Taylor insists. “There’s seafood baskets for two here somewhere,” Taylor says and flips the menu about until she comes to what she’s looking for. “We can split the bill, they’re not much,” she says with a friendly smile.

Karlie then looks Taylor in the eye. Her gaze isn’t angered or annoyed. It’s scared.

“Why are you being nice to me?” she asks slowly.

Taylor’s smile falters. She places the menu down and folds her arms. She stares Karlie back and replies quietly and clearly. “Because two wrongs do not make a right. I don’t want to get even with you. I want to mend…whatever this is. I do not think that what you did yesterday was okay. But I will happily accept any apology you have so that we can forget about it and move forward.”

Karlie blinks back in disbelief. She opens her mouth to say something but nothing comes out.

“Now who’s the goldfish,” Taylor murmurs teasingly.

A waitress interrupts their little interrogation. She takes a second to tighten her brunette ponytail and smiles warmly. “Taylor, hey! Am I glad to see you.”

“Hey, Selena,” Taylor smiles back. “I brought a friend to lunch today.” She motions her arms towards Karlie who’s sinking down I her seat slightly.

“Nice to meet ya!” Selena says and holds out a hand for her to shake awkwardly. It is no surprise to Karlie that Taylor’s friends are just as cheery as she is. And for some reason it’s intimidating her. “What are you guys having?” Selena beams.

“I think we’ll have the medium Fisherman’s Feast. And two Cokes. That okay with you, Karlie?” Taylor asks and Karlie nods dumbly.

“Awesome. We’ll get that fixed right up for you. Would you like some complimentary shrimp toast to start you off?”

“That’d be lovely,” Taylor smiles and hands Selena the menus. She folds her arms again and faces Karlie, a soft expression on her face. “I think you’ll like this. They catch everything fresh every morning. Selena’s hoping they’re gonna get their five stars soon. There’s gonna be a big party if the critiques let it pass. Maybe you’d like to go,” Taylor says nonchalantly. She knows her casual friendliness is tearing Karlie to pieces. And to be honest, it’s better than revenge.

Taylor does most of the talking the rest of their time at the restaurant. Karlie nods and hums when appropriate, rarely making a comment or contributing to the conversation at first. But Taylor is good at filling silence and keeps things interesting. Or at least, not painstakingly quiet. Eventually Karlie comes out of her shell and starts talking too.

“Do you like the food?” Taylor asks as they both chew on their calamari.

“Yeah, it’s tasty but…I guess I feel kinda weird eating those little guys.”

Taylor nearly spits out her bite and chuckles at Karlie. “Nothing we caught today is on our plate. Unless you wanna try the sea urchin. But I wouldn’t recommend.”

“You sure knew a lot about the rock pools,” Karlie comments as she cuts off the crispy tail of a shrimp.

“My dad used to take me to the beach as a little girl every Friday. Sometimes the whole family would go. I used to live down on Rhode, ya know?”

“Why’d you move to Long Beach?”

“My dad has a friend that’s worked at the university for a long time. I got in quickly. They still live in Rhode though. The distance is kinda hard but they call me all the time. Plus my aunt lives close and my family visits whenever they can anyway, so it’s not so bad. I got friends here, it’s not lonely. And I love New York! I love the simultaneous beach and city life.”

Karlie nods to herself as she listens to Taylor’s little life story. She seems genuinely happy with her life and it suddenly occurs to her that she has brought a darkness into it. Feeling guilty Karlie goes quiet again. When it comes time to pay she is quick to pull out her half of the bill. They exit in silence.

“That was so good,” Taylor sighs contentedly.

“Yeah…uh, Yeah.”

“You okay?” she giggles. “Well, I think that’s enough action for today. You wanna walk me home?”

“Uh, sure,” Karlie mumbles.

Taylor was kidding but she decides to let the girl follow her to her apartment block. She feels that there’s a newfound trust between them. They come to the front step and Taylor turns to Karlie. “Thanks for caring about the project. I’m sure we’ll have it finished in no time. You wanna set up the next date?”

Karlie seems to flinch slightly after hearing the way Taylor has worded it. But it’s only minor. She forces a tiny half smirk and nods. “You sure you wanna trust me in doing that?”

“You still haven’t apologised for yesterday but I do,” Taylor nods. “I trust you.”

Karlie looks down, ashamed. She shuffles her feet about and then looks up again. “Okay… Um, I’ll have to think about where.”

“That’s okay, just get back to me soon,” Taylor smiles and uses her security card to get inside. It beeps and the doors unlock. “See you ‘round,” she says as she steps inside. She’s about to close the door but Karlie plunges her foot between the closing gap.

“Wait– Uh, I…” Karlie exclaims as she swings her backpack around and roots for something. Taylor opens the door and watches her intently. Karlie fishes out a small blue gift bag and holds it in front of her. “Here,” she mutters.

“What’s this?” Taylor smiles as she takes it.

“Just take it,” Karlie mumbles hurriedly. “Bye,” she says as she turns on heel and sprints down Taylor’s street.

Taylor blinks in surprise at her change in character but takes the bag upstairs to her apartment. Once she’s inside she places it on her kitchen table and stares for a while. What could it possibly be? Taylor turns on her coffee machine and it hums into life. She sits down and rests her elbows on the table, puffing out her cheeks and blowing a few strands of baby hair out of the way. The blue paper bag stares back at her. Taylor dares herself to slide a hand in and as it met with the feel of crepe paper. She smiles slowly and pulls out what’s inside. Removing the decorative paper she finds a brand new pastel pink hairband. It almost looks just like her old one, bar a dainty red heart on both sides. Karlie has attached a small hand written note to it.

Mistakes were made –K

“Better than any spoken word,” Taylor chuckles and picks up the hair piece to examine.

#kaylor fanfiction

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