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Thank you for the request, love!🎄❤️ Hope you don’t mind, I did some changes but it still follows the concept of your request! I hope you like it and happy reading!!❤️ @palna

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The One I’ve Been Missing

This was kinda inspired by Little Mix’s song, “One I’ve Been Missing”, give it a listen :)

Warnings: some angst? Kinda sad for a Christmas fix..but has a some what happy ending. This came out longer than expected..enjoy, I tired:)

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The living room was full of smiles and laughter as your family began to create plans for Christmas Day. It was Christmas Eve, and knowing your family, everything was to come together last minute. Though your family didn’t live too far, they had been staying at your place since the weather at your hometown had been absolutely horrible. There had been snow storms that closed down schools, took out power lines, and covered the ground in a thick white blanket of snow.

Your cousins have been arguing about who was going to make the Mac and Cheese this year when your phone began to vibrate in your pocket. You took your phone out and saw that it was Paddy. Paddy was Tom’s younger brother. Even though you and Tom had broken up, your relationship with his family was still strong. You and his brothers had gotten along so well, that they loved you like you were their sister. His parents, Nikki and Dom, have been very supportive of you during the breakup. They were disappointed in Tom for what he did and even apologized for their son’s actions. Though your relationship with their son was undecided at the moment, they always made an effort to call you on holidays or to just say hello once in a while.

You quietly excused yourself and entered the kitchen. Answering the call, you lean on the marble counters of your kitchen. The call goes through and Paddy’s adorable face pops up on your screen. His smile grows into his rosy cheeks when he finally sees you.

“(Y/n)! Merry Christmas!” He happily screams through the phone. You hear Nikki scold him in the background.

“(Y/n), darling! Merry Christmas!” She smiles while waving at the camera.

“Thank you! You guys look like you’re having a blast over there!” You hear a ton of commotion in the background, which was most likely Tom and his siblings showing off their presents to each other or having some pointless argument.

“We are! Sam’s cooked our lunch and he’s planning on making dinner later today! We’ve already opened presents and everyone’s happy! How are you, love? Are you with your family?” She questioned you as she sat on the couch. You saw Dom beside her, who made a funny face and waved at you. You chuckled waving back.

“I’m doing really good, my family has been staying with me for the last few days, so we’ve been together for about a week now? But everything’s going great! It’s Christmas Eve here and now we’re just waiting till midnight to start passing out presents!” You answer.

“Oh that’s good! I’m glad you got to spend time with your family because I’ve heard the weather there has been harsh! Thankfully Harry made it out before that big storm, if he didn’t he wouldn’t be home for the holidays!” Harry had been in your hometown because Tom was filming a new movie there. The set was only an hour away from where you lived, but you never went to visit. Although, you and Harry would meet up sometimes to have lunch together in the city, Harrison would tag along once in a while as well.

“Harry made it home! That’s good news, I was worrying that they wouldn’t make it back on time for Christmas!” You hear someone talk in the background.

“Is that (y/n)?” A deep voice asks. You recognize it to be Harry’s. Nikki nods and motions at him to say hello. Sam and Harry’s heads pop onto the screen with silly grins.

“(Y/n)! Merry Christmas! You look beautiful!” Sam compliments you with a charming smile.

“Aw thank you Sam! You look handsome!” A light blush forms on the boy’s cheeks. Harry takes the phone and asks, “How’s the weather there? Has the storm died down?”

You glanced out the window and saw nothing but white. The storm had stopped yesterday, but there were some random snowfall here and there.

“Well it’s stopped for now, my backyard is literally nothing but white.” You chuckle as you turn your camera to show your spacious backyard.

“Oh! Isn’t that wonderful, we haven’t gotten much snow here this year.” You hear Dom comment. You turn the camera back to yourself and ask Harry, “How was the flight, Haz? Hope it wasn’t too bumpy.”

Harry hummed, “The plane departed when the storm died down so it was a decent flight. There was some turbulence when we got up in the air but it went by smoothly after.”

“At least you got home safe, that’s all that matters.”

“I’m quite surprised I handled the turbulence well on my own. I was getting anxious when the plane started to shake, but towards the end of the flight it was all good.” Your brows furrowed. It was a known fact that Harry wasn’t that good with turbulence (I made that fact up, he’s probably ok w/ turbulence idk). Since he usually traveled with Tom, he had to board many flights. Tom would be the one to calm his brother down when his anxiousness got the best of him. Which made you concerned because you knew Tom wouldn’t let his younger brother board a plane on his own while a snow storm was happening outside.

“Wait Harry, you were by yourself?” You began to question him. Harry was a grown adult, he’s 21, but it still concerned you.

“Yeah, Tom had to stay back since he had to film more scenes.” Harry answered.

“Oh. Did he at least make it back home before the storm?” You continued. A frown was on the boys lips.

“Nope, he got stuck in (your hometown). I was supposed to still be there with him, but he literally forced me to get on a flight home before Christmas.” Harry shrugged. A pout formed on your own lips at the thought of Tom getting stranded in (your hometown). Also the fact that he was probably alone during the holidays. Sure, you and him weren’t on the best terms, but it was Christmas. No one should be alone on Christmas.

You continued to talk to the Holland family for a few more minutes until they told you they had to go. You bid them all goodbye with kisses and a wave before hanging up. When the call ended, the smile on your face fell. You should’ve been happy. You were spending time with your family and it was Christmas Eve! But some things never change. As always, Tom had crept his way into your thoughts.

The breakup between you two was rough and messy. Though you should have seen it coming. There was a lack of communication on both sides of the relationship. You weren’t being honest with your feelings with him and neither was he. Of course, you understood his job. You knew he would have to travel long distances and be in a different time zone as you, he had to be gone for months, and had to work with some of the most beautiful actresses in the business. But there was something about this certain costar that didn’t sit right with you. You trusted Tom and knew that he would never cheat. You just didn’t trust her. You really tried to like her, even had some conversations with her when you went to visit Tom on set. But the way she would touch his arm whenever she would laugh or look at him the same way you would just made your blood boil. Maybe it was the green eyed monster in you that caused all these emotions, you just couldn’t help it. The green eyed monster had taken over you.

For months while Tom worked on that movie, you had been feeling your lowest. You were insecure about yourself and began to second guess things that occurred in your relationship with Tom. Which was not healthy, but it happens, you know? You hated the way you looked and how your body was shaped. You compared yourself to her even though you knew most of the pictures on her Instagram were very much edited. The more Tom got busy, the less he texted or called. Your relationship felt like it was drifting but you still made an effort. You would text him to ask about his day or to just say a simple “good morning” or “good night”. He never got the chance to reply most of the time, but when he did it would be a short response. It wasn’t like the paragraphs of him going on and on about his day and how great it was. Sometimes he would talk about getting a stunt correctly done in one take or how he would get his lines right the first time. You didn’t think much of the short replies, you usually chalked it up to him just being busy. But then you would see him on Harry or Harrison’s story at some restaurant gathered all together. Then she would also be there, nuzzled up against his side while his arm rested behind her chair. That should’ve been you.

You didn’t want to think that he was cheating on you, but the signs were literally there. You shouldn’t have fallen for them and should have talked it out with Tom instead of focusing on the scenarios that were created in your head. You knew Tom was smarter than that. He wouldn’t cheat on you, he promised you that he wouldn’t break your heart. Then those pictures from the club came out.

They were all over Instagram and Twitter. You had multiple fans tagging you on them and saw them everywhere on your feed. It was as if the world was trying to shove it into your face. The picture was taken at a club, it was the usual group of boys accompanied by some cast members from the movies. You assumed there had been some drinks involved, but Tom looked sober as ever. There were many pictures of them. There were some of them laughing, dancing, and drinking together. You spotted his arm wrapped around her waist or his hand touching her in almost all of them. Finally, there were the pictures of them practically sucking the lips off of each other’s faces. They disgusted you. The way his hands were combed through her hair or how they stroked her cheek reminded you of how he kissed you. You remember feeling sick to your stomach. The pain and the anger blended together as the tears blinded your eyes. It was like a bad dream that you couldn’t wake up from.

You realized you had been staring at your phone for the past 10 to 15 minutes. Tears welled up in your eyes as your memory began to remind you of the scar that Tom had left on your life. You felt the presence of the emptiness in your heart that you thought had healed months ago. You still love him. No matter the bullshit you went through with him, you’ve never loved anyone like Tom. The one you’ve been missing was the only thing that could fix the hollowness in your heart.

“You should invite him.” You jump as your mother makes herself present in the room. You place a hand onto your heart to calm its rapid beating.

“Geez, don’t do that.” You run a hand through your hair as you lean on the counter again. Your arms touch the cold marble, bringing some coolness into your warm body.

“You’ve been gone for about thirty minutes, it’s past twelve. Everyone was worrying about you.” You mother settled herself beside you, instead her back was leaning against the marble.

“You still love him.” She tells you quietly. You’re quick to react and stand up straight, “No I— ow my tongue!”

You whine as your teeth bite down on your tongue, your actions acting before your words.

“I don’t.”

“Really? If you didn’t love him anymore, you wouldn’t be talking to his family still or meeting up with his brothers during the weekend” you mother tilted her head at you, her arms crossed.

You shrugged, “They’re nice people.”

“You know, you should stop avoiding the truth. Denying your feelings and lying to yourself is only going to hurt you even more. I’m your mother, I hate seeing you hurt.” You turned to your mom.

“Don’t you hate him?” You asked her, voice quiet.

Your mother had a look of thought on her face, “Of course, I do, he broke your heart. But I don’t know, there’s just something about that boy.”

She snapped her fingers, “Ah! He reminds me of your dad!”

You raise a brow at her, “Tom reminds you of dad?”

“He does. I remember when we were younger, your dad made the same mistakes. I hated his guts but we crossed paths again somewhere down the road and I gave him a second chance. Now how many years later, we’re married with beautiful children and grandchildren.”

You remain silent as you stare at your phone again. You thought about asking Harry for Tom’s address but you were hesitant.

“He’s probably stuck here for a reason, (y/n).” Your mom says with a knowing look. You sigh rubbing the tiredness out your eyes. It had been a long day and you were low on energy.

“He could also be thinking about you right now.” She hummed, starting to make her way out the kitchen.

“How would you know?” You ask her.

“You bit your tongue.” She simply answers before turning the corner. You were alone in the kitchen staring at your phone once again. The debate in your head continuing throughout the night.

~The Next Day~

Your gloved hands gripped onto the steering wheel as you drove through the snowy roads. You were mindful to keep an eye out for any glossy patches to avoid getting into an accident. You turned on the street Harry sent you and peered out your window to look for the number of Tom’s rented house. Harry texted you that the house was a light gray color with black accents and had a 35 nailed to the door. When you spotted the house that matched Harry’s description, you pulled over and put the car in park. You hopped out the car, shivering when the brisk winter air came into contact with your face. Your boots sink into the snow as you trudge your way up to his door.

You get to his doorstep and began to stomp the snow off your boots. Taking a deep breath you brace yourself before you can ring his doorbell.

“It’s Christmas, he shouldn’t be alone on Christmas, this is why you’re doing this.” You mumble to yourself. You started to shake but you weren’t sure if it were your nerves or the cold. It was probably both.

You finger hovered over the doorbell for a moment before you forced yourself to push it. A string of “fucks” began to play over and over in your head like a mantra.

You waited for a few seconds for him to answer but heard nothing. You debated on ringing the bell again but your feet were already turning you away from the door, too scared to face Tom again. You were about to step off his doorstep when you heard footsteps behind the door. The lock clicked and the door opened to reveal Tom, looking disheveled as ever.

His eyes widen when he realizes it was you who rang his bell. His mouth is agape as he tries to form words. The only thing he could muster out is, “(y/n).”

“Hey.” You breath out, taking him in after avoiding him for months straight. You slowly approach him, settling to stand a few feet away from him. His hair had grown out a bit longer and there was a shadow of some facial hair on his face. You noticed that his eyes were a bit dark, almost blank. It was as if the light in his eyes had disappeared.

“What—What are you doing here?” He began to ask. He rushes to add, “Not that I don’t want you here, I’m actually really glad you’re here, but—um. I’m just— hi.” He sighs, shoulders slumping. He eyes you for a second before jumping on his feet.

“How rude of me, do you want to come in? It’s freezing out here.” He moves to the side and opens the door wider so you can walk in. You didn’t want to enter his place but the warmth of the house and the familiar scent of Tom entranced your senses.

You wiped your boots on the doormat and quietly thanked him as you walked into his rented home. You noticed that Love Actually had been playing on the tv while the couch was occupied with a bowl of popcorn and an abandoned Sherpa blanket. You loosen the scarf around your neck and turn to Tom who was already looking at you.

“So, what brings you around? Thought you didn’t want to talk to me ever since what happened.” His voice is strained as he leans against the doorway to the living room.

“Paddy called me on FaceTime yesterday.” You started. Tom sighed, shaking his head at his younger brother. You wave him off, “Don’t worry, I didn’t mind. He actually helped me avoid a family argument about Mac and Cheese.”

Tom was looking down at the floor but you saw his cheeks slightly raise, “Yeah, you never did mind Padd’s eagerness.”

“Well, he’s adorable. Anyway, I ended up talking to Harry and he said that you got stuck here during the blizzard. Also, that you were spending the holidays alone.” You began to explain rocking on the balls of your feet. You turn to his tv, the voices from it murmuring quietly, “So, if you’re done watching Love Actually for the hundredth time, um, you could come over at my place and spend Christmas with my family.”

Tom pushes off the wall and slowly shuffled towards you. His arms are crossed, something he did when he felt nervous or awkward.

“I wouldn’t want to impose, (y/n).” He finally looks up at you, his familiar brown eyes that you missed so much sending comfort into your body.

“Mom insisted.” A hint of a teasing smile played on your chapstick covered lips. No matter the situation between you and Tom, you knew he could never turn down your mother. He adored your mother, he always remembered the time when you first introduced him to her. She welcomed him with open arms and treated him like he were her fifth child.

He lets out a laugh, looking down at himself, “Guess that means I should clean up then?”

He was wearing a grey jumper with black sweatpants. A blue beanie was on his head, the ends of his curls peaking out, and his feet were covered in socks to keep him warm.

“Yeah.” You breathed out, relieved that he agreed to come and you didn’t embarrass yourself.

Tom begins to dust off the couch and moves the popcorn bowl to the coffee table. He sloppily folds the blanket and fluffs the pillows.

“I might take a while, so why don’t you get comfy?” He suggests.

“Sounds good.” You hum and unwrap the scarf from your neck. Tom is by your side at an instant and takes it from your hand. He motions at your jacket causing you to unzip it. He shuffles behind you to help you remove your arms from the sleeves. You turn around to thank him while moving your hair to rest on one side of your shoulder. You catch him staring at you once again.

“What?”

“You just look really beautiful.” He immediately answers. You’re about to respond but Tom begins to talk again, “I—I know I have no place in telling you that, but you just are.”

“Thanks, Tom.” You quietly say. He nods and moves to hang your things on the coat rack. He’s about to head up the stairs but he turns around to look at you again.

“Can we talk after?” His tone is soft, as if he were afraid of breaking the peacefulness between the two of you.

“Yeah. Yeah, we can talk.”

~⏰~

You wait in the living room for Tom to get himself ready. You try to watch the movie but all you can think about was what Tom and you could possibly talk about. You knew it would be about the breakup, but what else was there to discuss?

You heard Tom make his way down the stairs. Your eyes avert themselves to where Tom was coming from. He wore a dress shirt that had white and cream colored stripes going down it, pairing the shirt with dark jeans and dress shoes. His outfit wasn’t too fancy nor casual, it was perfect for Christmas Day with your family.

The smell of his cologne lingered it’s way to your nose. You recognized the smell even months after not seeing Tom. It was the cologne you had gotten him for his birthday. He fell in love with it the moment you gave it to him and had been wearing it ever since. You honestly thought he would switch it up after the breakup, but according to your nose, he hasn’t.

Tom presents himself to you, standing a few feet away from where you were sitting. “How is this? Too much?”

“You’re good, it’s spot on.” You reassure him. Tom hums in approval before settling himself beside you.

This was it. You guys were finally going to talk.

Tom rubs his hands together, resting his elbows on his knees. He looks at you over his shoulder, “It’s been a while since we’ve seen each other, hasn’t it?”

“Or talked.” You add with a slight shrug. An awkward silence placed itself upon you two.

Tom was the first to speak, “I was a dick. I still am, but I was a dick back then for all the shit I put you through.”

You hesitate to answer but end up agreeing, “You were a dick. But we were both responsible for what happened.”

Tom shook his head, “No, don’t try to make me feel better. I know what I did was stupid and I should have been honest with you from the start. This was all my fault. I was a horrible boyfriend, everyone made me see that. Including my parents.”

Tom turns his body to face you, “I thought not telling you this would hurt you and I less, but it only made it a hundred times worse.” Your brows bunch together.

“What do you mean?”

“I know when we broke up I said a bunch of bullshit, but I just want to explain myself, please?” His eyes are pleading, almost glossy. You motion for him to continue.

“The thing that happened between me and her was all the studio’s plan. Though I’m not going to lie and say it was all their fault, because I also played a part in it. But that was how it started. They wanted us to put on a show and lead the fans on so it could be used as promo for the movie.” He admitted. Your mouth gapes at his confession. He was probably telling the truth, but it could’ve also been a front.

“And you’re telling me this now? What, did it take you eight months to come up with an excuse for cheating?” You angrily said. “And even if it was for promo, it’s still cheating, Tom! You knew you had a girlfriend when you agreed to go along with their stupid plan!”

Tom sighed frustratedly, rubbing his palms against his face, “I know, I know it sounds made up but I swear to you, (y/n) I’m telling you the truth!”

“Then why didn’t you tell me about it from the start? Did you really think lying was better than telling me the truth? I thought we were supposed to be honest with each other, you literally broke so many promises, Tom!” You stood up, the anger fuming in you growing too much for your body.

Tom stood up as well, “I only lied to you to protect you! I thought it would be better if you thought we were drifting apart than telling you I had to be publicly seen with a girl that’s not you! By the way, I wasn’t the only one who was being dishonest, so were you!”

“No, don’t turn this around on me! I wouldn’t have to had lie about my feelings if you would’ve told me the truth! This was all your fault Tom, you’re the one who agreed to some stupid pr stunt.” Your finger jabbed itself into his chest as you told him off about his doings.

Tom took your jabs as he shamefully looked down at his feet. “You don’t think I know that?”

“I know this was my fault, (y/n).” His tearful eyes lock onto yours. His jaw clenched as he tried to stop his tears from falling.

Your hand comes back to rest at your side, “If you knew it would break us up, then why did you agree to it, Tom?”

“Because it was either actually breaking up with you or agreeing to some stunt that’ll make me seem like some Hollywood hotshot who gets all the women.” He confessed. To Tom, it felt like a weight had been taken off his shoulders. But to you it felt the opposite. All the new information seemed as if it were piling up on you, making you overwhelmed.

“If I chose neither of them, I would’ve been fired from the film and they were planning on blackmailing me, so I chose the second option. I know it wasn’t the best decision, seeing how we are now. But it was the only choice where I would still be with you.” He explains leaning forward to her closer to you. Your arms crossed to form some kind of protection for yourself.

You had just realized that Tom forced himself into a stunt just so he can still be with you. It wasn’t the best option, but he chose the option where the two of you could still be together. You sighed not knowing how to react, it all just seemed like too much.

“I—Tom you can’t just tell me all of this and expect everything to be okay between us.” You run your hand through your hair. Your eyes watering from the frustration.

“I understand why you would keep it from me, but why did you wait so long? You could’ve said that eight months ago and I probably wouldn’t have hated you as much as I do now.” Your nails dig into your skin.

Tom looks up at you, “You hate me?” He croaks out.

Your head tilts at him, “Why wouldn’t I hate you? I hate you—I’m supposed to hate you but I just can’t and I don’t know why. You’re just, you’re you and no matter how many times I try to hate you I just can’t.”

Tom shifts closer, his frame now towering over you. His fingers slightly brush against yours, causing a rush of electricity to shoot through your body.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry for everything, I know I should have been honest and told you the truth. I know what I did wrong and I’m sorry.” He gently cups your face to look up at him. You missed the feel of his hands against your skin and couldn’t hold yourself back from nuzzling against his warm palms.

“I still love you so much, (y/n). I never stopped. I just—is it too late for a second chance? I know it’s not going to be the same as when we were together but I’m willing to try again. I promise I will try harder and I’ll be honest, I’ll do everything for you to be mine again. All I want is just another chance.” His thumbs brush against your cheeks. Your hands come up to grip onto his wrists.

“Tom, I don’t know.”

“Please (y/n), it’s been so hard without you. Please I just need you again. I miss you so much, everything’s been going wrong ever since you left and I feel empty. I’m not complete without you.” His voice cracks as he begs for you to give him a chance. You stare at him for a moment and your mother’s voice echos in your head.

“He’s probably stuck here for a reason, (y/n).”

Maybe your mother had a point. Things happen for a reason and maybe this was one of this moments.

Your thumbs stroke the skin of his wrist, “Fine, I’ll give you another chance Tom.”

A look of relief is on his face as he wraps his arms around you and pulls you flush against his chest. You feel his heart beating rapidly against your chest as he shoves his face into your neck.

“Thank you.” He mutters against your skin multiple times. “I promise I won’t screw it up, I’m serious.” He pulls away to make sure you’re looking into his eyes.

“I’m trusting you to keep that promise. You’re only getting one chance, Tom.” You warn him. Tom nods eagerly.

“I know, I know, I’m not going to mess this up I swear. I’m going to prove that you could trust me again, I’ll do anything.”

You smile before pressing a light kiss on his cheek, “Ok, if you’ll do anything, then we better get going. Mom’s probably wondering what’s the hold up.”

“Right. Yeah, um before we go. If you want to talk more about what happened before or have any questions, you could ask me anytime. I just dumped all of this on you unexpectedly and it probably feels like a lot.” He offers.

“Yeah, I’d like that.”

~⏰~

You and Tom arrived at your house to Christmas music blaring from the tv’s speakers and the happy chatter of your family. Your mom spots Tom at the doorway and her face lights up.

“Tom, you came!” She climbs her way through the mass amounts of wrapping paper and your niece and nephews. Tom meets her halfway and helps her remove the wrapping paper that had stuck onto her pants. She pulls him into a hug, which Tom returns immediately.

“Thank you for inviting me.” He smiles as your mom pats his cheek fondly. She waves him off, “Please honey, no one should be alone for Christmas.”

They continue to talk as your mother leads him into the living room. You see him greeting your siblings and cousins, a shy smile on his face as he shakes their hands. You couldn’t help but stare at him as he interacted with your family. It made you feel whole and warm inside, as if the emptiness in your heart was finally recovering.

You were taking off your boots when a shadow fell upon you. You look up to see Tom standing above you. “Need help?”

“No, I almost had it, the knot’s too small for my nails to undo it.” You mutter as your fingers continue to fumble with the knot. Tom kneels in front of you and gently removes your fingers from your boot.

“Let me do it, I know how fussy you get when you mess up your nails.” You smile fondly at him. The fact that he remembered how you hated messing up your nails after getting them done made the butterflies in your stomach erupt.

He gets the knot undone successfully and pulls off your boot. He holds a hand out for you and you take it. You stand up and thank him before glancing at your clothes.

“I’m gonna go upstairs and clean myself up for lunch. I’ll be back.” You place a hand on his shoulder before turning to go up the stairs. You feel his hand grip onto yours, pulling you back.

“I’ll save you a seat beside me?”

You squeeze his hand, “Yeah, I appreciate it.”

He watches you head up the stairs till the moment you turn the corner. He couldn’t believe you were back in his life. You haven’t changed at all in the months you’ve been apart. You were still beautiful and radiant as ever. He was so thankful for whatever gods that allowed him to have a second chance with you. You were all he wanted and he wasn’t going to screw it up like last time.

Your mother had called for everyone to sit at the table and you still weren’t there. Thirty or more minutes had passed since you went upstairs and so far he’s been catching up with your siblings and cousins. He’s also been dragged into playing “race cars” with your nephews and “princesses” with your only niece. Everyone had slowly shuffled into your dinning room but you were still missing. Tom even hung back in the living room for a while to see if you would catch up.

You mother spotted Tom looking back at the stairs as he decided to join your family in the dining room. She approached him and turned him towards the stairs, “Why don’t you go and check on her, tell her lunch is ready.”

Tom nods and climbs up the stairs. He’s been to your home multiple times while you two were together so he wasn’t lost. He found your door and knocked on it.

“I’ll be down in a sec!” He hears you yell from behind the door.

“Your mom said to call you down for lunch and see what’s been taking you so long.” Tom leans against the wall as he wait for you to open the door. The lock clicks and you pull it open. Your hair was in loose curls and there was some light makeup on your face. You weren’t in the jeans and sweater you were in earlier, now you were dressed in a white sweater and grey knee high boots.

“Hey.” He greets you. “You ready?”

“Yeah, I think I am.” You close the door behind yourself and stand across from Tom. He notices a shimmer around your neck. The silver chain with a circle charm hanging from it caught his eyes.

“You still have that?” He points out stepping closer to you. You glance at the necklace, “Of course I do. You gave it to me for my birthday.” Your fingers envelope around the charm, fiddling with it.

“You look stunning.” He says.

“Thanks.” The two of you stand there for a moment before Tom’s stomach grumbled.

“I think we should get going.” You laughed as you hooked your hand with his.

The two of you sat side by side at the table. He was a gentleman as always. He pulled your seat out for you and pushed it in once you were settled. He helped passed the dishes to you and even insisted on placing the food onto your plate. Lunch had gone smoothly, it was only filled with laughs, some catching up, and the stories your parents would tell at the table every year.

Your parents were in the middle of retelling their first Christmas together with your older brother, their first born. Your parents were reminiscing about the pearl ring your father gave her and how much it meant to her. You were listening to your parents when you felt a hand grip onto yours under the table. You glance down to see Tom had placed his hand above yours. His large hand enveloping your smaller ones.

“You alright?” You lean closer to him so only he can hear you. Tom squeezes your hand as a small smile forms on his lips.

“Yeah, I’m just glad to be here. Thank you.” He whispers. Your other hand covers his, your thumb stroking the top of his hand.

“So am I.” For the first time in those months apart, you finally felt like everything was complete again. Sure, you two had many things to work out and discuss. But right now, all you can think about was the man sat beside you. You weren’t missing him anymore, he was right there beside you. He was actually with you. All you wanted for Christmas was the one you’ve been missing and after eight long months of pain and longing, your wish finally came true.

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I forgot that you existed: Chapter Three

A/N : Chapter three is here. It’s a little bit longer than the previous chapters got a little carried away. Things are getting little steamy between our ex lovers. In this chapter I have incorporated some other songs felt it will go with the situation the songs go side by side with the scenes as you read. Hope you like it. Feedback and suggestions are always welcome.

Pairing : Tom Holland × Singer reader

Summary: It's been more than five years since you and Tom have gone their own ways after a heartbreaking breakup which had left both of you shattered. Both of you thought that you were finally over with each other and were happy in your respective lives until you meet again at a reunion trip planned by your best friend and you realize you are still not done with each other.

Warnings: mild cursing

Mini playlist: It’s nice to have a friend by Taylor Swift, Physical by Dua Lipa, Into you by Ariana Grande

In the evening a barbeque was arranged. All were enjoying chatting, eating and drinking. You occasionally glanced towards Tom and El all cuddled up. When suddenly Paddy called you

“Hey Y/N it’s been so many years didn’t hear you sing”

“Then how are my albums selling if I’m not singing Pads” you joked giving a surprised look

“I meant up close live like you used to do”

“Yes Y/N please sing something I always wanted to go to your concerts but never got the opportunity” El insisted

“But I don’t have my guitar or any kind of instruments”

“That’s not a problem we have your old guitar wait a minute let me get that” Ed got up to bring it.

“You still have that?”

“yeah Tom insisted to keep it here” Harrison said.Tom and you looked at each other.

“Okay this song is totally dedicated to you guys and please no posting in your social media accounts because this will be in my next album too, the music company will kill me.” You joked. You tuned in the guitar and started playing

School bell rings, walk me home Sidewalk chalk covered in snow Lost my gloves, you give me one "Wanna hang out?" Yeah, sounds like fun Video games, you pass me a note Sleeping in tents

It's nice to have a friend (Ooh) It's nice to have a friend (Ooh)

Zendaya leaned her head on your shoulder you smiled at her.

Light pink sky up on the roof Sun sinks down, no curfew Twenty questions, we tell the truth You've been stressed out lately? Yeah, me too Something gave you the nerve To touch my hand

It's nice to have a friend (Ooh) It's nice to have a friend (Ooh)

Harrison got up from his seat and grabbed your shoulder from the back giving you a hug as you sang.

Church bells ring, carry me home Rice on the ground looks like snow Call my bluff, call you "babe" Have my back, yeah, everyday Feels like home, stay in bed The whole weekend

It's nice to have a friend (Ooh) It's nice to have a friend (Ooh) It's nice to have a friend (Ooh)

It was an emotional moment for all of you as everyone gathered around you for a giant hug though Tom kept his distance.

“Okay enough of tears. Tomorrow is going to be a fun day because its beach day.” Harrison announced. Everyone cheered.

“So better we all get a goodnight’s sleep”

You were a late riser when you are on a holiday so when you woke up Zendaya was already dressed for the beach day

“Good morning sleeping beauty”

“Morning” you mumbled

“So excited for today?”

“Totally!!”

“Then get your ass out of the bed and freshen up”

“Yeah” you rubbed your eyes

“I'm going downstairs to check what others are upto don't fall asleep in the bathroom.”

“Okay”

You got up and went to the bathroom to brush your teeth and then have a shower . The cool water relieved your muscles instantly .

Paddy, Jacob and Ed were busy setting up the table. Harry and Chloe were helping Sam in the kitchen.

“What's up boys?”

“Breakfast is almost ready”, Sam said, tossing the ingredients in the fry pan.

“The food looks so delicious gotta take a picture will make a perfect story. Oh shit I forgot my phone.”

Tom was coming down the stairs as Zendaya stopped him.

“Hey Tom can you please go and tell Y/N to bring my phone with her when she comes downstairs.?”

Tom hesitated to go but eventually agreed .. "yeah okay"

You came out of the bathroom all fresh a towel wrapped around your body. As you started humming a song and drying your hair with a blow dryer.

Tom stood in front of your room. He really had a bad habit of not knocking before coming into your room since childhood so out of habit he just opened the door.

As the door flung open. You shrieked, clutching your towel tightly.

“Oh my god!!! What the fuck Tom!!!”

Tom couldn't help but stare at you in a towel hair all wet, beads of water dripping down the ends. Your smooth skin glowing in the sunlight coming from the windows giving you an ethereal look.

“Stop staring you creep and close the fucking door!!!” You yelled again.

Tom was startled as he closed the door behind him.

“Seriously” you huffed “I said to close the door and leave not to come inside you idiot!!”

“It's in a way your fault why didn't you lock the door?” Tom quipped back

“What!! After all these years you couldn't learn the basic manner of knocking the door before entering someone's room. And it's my fault?”

“Okay I'm sorry calm down I just came to convey Z's message she said you to bring her phone as she forgot to take it with her that's all.”

“The message has been received and now you may leave I have gotta get dressed”

Something went across Tom's mind as he gave you a mischievous look "what if I don't?"

‘What do you mean?” You were confused

“I meant this isn't the first time I have seen you like this, actually seen more than that.” He winked.”Then why so shy to change infront of me now?”

You narrowed your eyes," you think this is funny Holland?"

“Whatever you think princess.” he grinned

Tom was testing your patience but you weren't the one to give up so easily . So you decided to play along with his dangerous game.

"You know what I actually don't mind either ." you smirked. "But I don't think El would be quite pleased to see her would be husband with his ex just in a towel."

You started walking towards him with a sultry look in your eyes, your hand grabbed the tucked end of the towel as you motioned to remove it from your body. Tom was stunned by your answer little did he expect you would say that. Inappropriate thoughts started to hover in his mind but half of his mind reminded him it is wrong he's engaged to El and he can't break her trust. Tom shut his eyes and turned his back towards you as he opened the door and left closing it behind . You shook your head and laughed at how flustered he looked. You quickly got ready putting on your shorts and an off shoulder crop top.

You came downstairs, breakfast was already served. The smell of freshly brewed coffee and toast instantly made you hungry. There were freshly baked muffins too.

“Here you go rock star.” Chloe handed you your plate of food.

“Thanks darlo” you cooed

You bite into your muffin as you get lost in its flavors.

"mmmmph.. I think I had a foodgasm" you giggled as others also started laughing.

“How do you cook so tasty food Sam? it's too good. I missed this so much”

“Glad you liked it Y/N”

You went to pick up another piece of muffin from the plate on the table as you were interrupted by another hand. It was Tom. You looked at him.

"Umm.. ladies first" He said moving his hand.

You took your piece and went to chat with others.

Tom's eyes followed you thinking of how unbothered you were after the little stunt that you pulled off a while ago.

“Yo man where are you lost at” Jacob broke his train of thoughts

“Nothing bro” tom shook his head

“Where's El?”

“Oh she's getting ready will be down in a minute.”

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Finally you were all on the beach. The weather was perfect and you can't wait to go surfing after so many years. You spread your towel on the chair and put your bag on it. You grab your sunscreen lotion and apply it to your exposed areas. As you heard El calling sweetly. She looked gorgeous in bikini top and a sharong.

“Tommy can you please help me apply the lotion on my back.”

“Sure darling.” Tom took the lotion and started applying it to her back.

You kept looking as you smiled, eyes furrowed.

"Typical" you heard Zendaya saying and looked at her as she rolled her eyes.

"I find it cute though" you winked as both of you started giggling.

Tom looked at both of you scrunching his face as he understood why you both were laughing.

You then spoke loudly to grab everyone's attention "are we going for surfing or not because the water will not come to us we have to go to the water! Or are we here just to apply sunscreen and get tanned" you gave a side look, that was enough to get on Tom's nerve, your revenge taken for the morning fiasco.

Zendaya gaped at you with a smile. "You are such a bitch" she lightly punches your arm giggling.

“Wasn't that the plan?” You raised your brow

“Don't get so cranky grandma we are going for surfing. Let me get the surf boards first” Harrison said.

“Do it fast.”

“Hey El you’re not coming?”

“Oh no I can’t surf”

“Tom can teach you, can’t you Tom?”

“Oh no it’s ok we have come to enjoy don’t want him to give surfing lessons instead of enjoying I can learn afterwards as he’s going to be there for me forever”

“You are really a sweet girl El I really like you. Tom is really lucky to have you”

“Thanks” she giggled shyly as she hold on to Tom’s hands.

You felt really good surfing after a long time. You made Harry click some good Instagramable pictures of yours while surfing. You were all wet when you came on the shore, clothes sticking to your body. You raised your hands above your head and stretched your body. When you heard someone say

“Nice tattoo”

You looked at the man with flowy dark brown hair and indigo eyes. He was tall with a broad chest and well defined abs . You glanced at your tattoo on the left side of your hip and then looked at him

"Umm thanks" you furrowed your eyes smiling.

“Solo trip?”

"Oh no with my mates they are over there" you pointed towards your group.

“ Oh great!! By the way I'm Steve.. Steve Johnson and I know who you are. Big fan of your works.”

“Thank you” you smiled shyly

“I really like your tattoo”

“You like my tattoo or is there something else you like ?” You narrowed your eyes grinning.

"Yeah I like you too by the way" he scratched his head giving a goofy smile looking down his feet then to you.

You shook your head and laughed

“But still what is the meaning behind it?”

"Nothing special. I just liked the design and I had a scar over there so I had to cover it up." That wasn't the actual story behind it and you knew it very well.

Tom was with El listening to her chatter but all his attention was in your conversation with Steve. And he knew that the tattoo on your hip was there for a special reason not for any mere scar.

Happy first anniversary to us. You clinked your champagne glasses together. It's been one year since Tom proposed you to be his girlfriend. Tom had decided to have a candlelight dinner with you at his house. He had cooked your favorite dishes. After dinner you both sat down on the all couch cuddled up to binge watch star wars movies.

“Y/N?”

“Hmmm”

“Please never leave me even if I am being an asshole to you sometimes. Please don't ever leave me”

“I'll always be there for you dummy.” You messed his hair. “Besides who else will tolerate your tantrums other than me.”

“Pinky promise?”

You giggled “yes pinky promise.” You both hold on to your pinkies.

“You know what I'm thinking to get a tattoo”

“Don't get under your foot it really hurts” Tom chuckled.

And the next day you were in a tattoo parlor as you went through the catalog and found the exact design you wanted.

You couldn't wait to show it to Tom as you reached his house you just ran inside as you saw him in the kitchen you went and hugged him from back and gave a kiss on his cheek. “I have a surprise for you”

He turned around the kitchen island to face you.You lifted your top to reveal your hip. You had got a tattoo of two hands pinkies intertwined as a reminder to your yesterday's promise of not leaving each other.

The promise you made was already broken. And maybe the heartbreak you had was a scar for you.

“Okay then you enjoy your day I gotta go find my friends.See you around.”

“Yeah sure.” You gave a smile

As he left Z, Chloe and El huddled around you

“Oh my god Y/N who was that hot guy?” Z asked excitedly

“Umm his name is Steve and he likes my tattoo.” You giggled.

“It's barely our second day here and you got someone to get laid way to go girl” Chloe lightly punched your arm

“Oh shut up I barely know him” Harrison called you all to say something. Z, El, Chloe went towards him. As you were about to go you heard Tom

“So you finally found someone who can apply sunscreen on you too”

“What!? Oh come on we weren’t making fun of you, we just didn't think you were such a hopeless romantic type of guy”

“When you are with the right person it feels good to be a hopeless romantic. Like take it for yourself you were always a fun type not marriage or romancing type”

“So you're admitting that I was fun, glad to hear that.” You winked.

“Hey Y/N come on lets play volleyball”

“Yeah coming!! Haz”

“So what are teams?”

“It's me vs you.

“Fine by me.Gonna kick your ass like always.”

“Don’t get so overconfident darling I have upped my skills. Okay let's toss whoever wins will get to choose first their team members.”

“I’m gonna be the referee” El announced.

Harrison won the toss he chose Ed, Jacob, Tuwaine, Chloe, Harry

You had hoped Haz took Tom in his team but damn you Haz ,so you had Z, Paddy, Tom, Sam in your team

“Hey we are short of one player” you complained

You saw Steve coming from the other side with his friends. Zendaya elbowed you

“Babe it's your chance go and ask him out” You giggled and immediately ran towards Steve

“Hey hi”

“Hi again beautiful”

You hesitated a bit “Umm do you wanna? do you mind if I ask you to join us? We are playing volleyball and I'm short of one player.”

“Of Course love, it will be my utmost pleasure.”

You both came back and took your positions at the back. The game started and you were impressed by Steve's skills. He was really good at the game.

“Didn't think you would turn out be such a player.”

“I can be more than that love if you want.” He winked.

You blushed profusely “for now I just want to beat my best friend's ass in the game”

“As you wish mam”

Tom was standing in the front and he could hear all of your conversations. It would be a lie if he said he wasn't feeling jealous.

Both the teams were on tie the last round was do or die for you.

You went to serve the ball but accidentally it slipped and it went and hit at the back of Tom's head. You gave a panicked look while others started laughing.

“I'm really sorry Tom the ball slipped from my hand” you also started giggling.

“But I think you did that intentionally Y/N” Tom said angrily

“What do you think I don't understand why you are acting to be so nice”

“What are you saying Tom I don't understand I already said that I'm sorry it was totally an accident?”

“Are you sorry? You just can’t tolerate that after so many years finally I’m happy with someone”

“Yo Tom calm down” Jacob said

“Yes Tom stop overreacting!” Chloe yelled

“Tell your friend to stop acting to be so nice!!”

“Hey man you are unnecessarily making a big deal out of it” Steve came in your defense.

“You please stay out of this. Its between us”.

“Tom you can’t speak to Steve like this”

“Oh now I get it all this to grab his attention. You are wasting your time on her dude take my advice leave her she anyways will leave you after she gets whatever she wants from you”.

Your blood was boiling at Tom’s words. El was totally confused at the whole scene she wasn't getting why Tom was reacting like that, your temper rising as you noticed her and abruptly spoke

“Hey El I know you are totally confused at what is going on let me give you a pretext to it ,you actually know half of my identity that is I'm their childhood friend but I'm more than that to your fiance actually.” you jabbed at her

“Y/N I said you no” Tom yelled

“Oh it’s too late now honey”

“For the record I'm his ex girlfriend. We had been in a relationship since we were teenagers then we broke up six years ago. But I guess he couldn't get over it as that is why he couldn’t say you about me” you glared at him looking up and down. “Maybe you are failing to give him the love he needs that is why he can’t forget me and is acting like a dickhead.”

El was definitely hurt by your words. She ran towards the beach house teary eyed. Tom ran after her “El wait! Don’t go! I can explain!! Please listen!!”

“Fuck you Y/N!!!”

You gave him the finger with both your hands with an uninterested look on your face.

The game obviously had to be ended after the heated argument. And everybody came back to the beach house. You were all sitting in the living room. Tom and El were in their room. Probably sorting out the matter after your big revelation.

“What is the problem with Tom?” Z exclaimed

“He has totally gone nuts” Sam scoffed

“Y/N are you okay?” Harrison nudged your shoulder

“Yeah I'm fine but I really feel bad I shouldn't have spoken to El like that. That was totally rude. I just got really angry. I didn't do it intentionally.

“It's okay Y/N we know it was never your fault. Tom has always been a dickhead.” Harry reassured you

‘I think I need to talk to El and clear things out before it gets more complicated.”

El was standing at the porch when you approached her.

“Hey”

“Hey” she gave a half smile

“Listen I came to apologize for today. I'm really sorry I shouldn't have talked to you like that. It was so rude of me. I just couldn't control myself after what Tom said. I don't know what Tom said to you about me but I have no intention of interfering in your lives. I'm really happy for both of you. To be honest I still love him, he is my best friend though he doesn't see me like his friend anymore. I don't want to become the reason for a rift in your relationship.”

“I understand Y/N in a way it was Tom's fault, he was the one who overreacted in spite of you saying sorry.”

“Thank you El for understanding.”

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Yeah sure”

“Why did you guys break up?”

You sighed deeply “because I was way too selfish. I couldn't give the love he deserved. But now I feel you can fill that void in his life. You took El's hand in yours El “I'm giving his responsibility to you El. Please never leave his side. Fill his life with love and happiness he deserves. And if you guys want I can..I can leave tomorrow itself.”

“No Y/N I wouldn't want that you both share a past together but that should not affect our future. You will always be a good friend to me.”

“So if we are all good you guys are coming to the party right”

“Party??” El gave a confused look

“Yeah Harrison arranged a sort of welcome and success party for me, gonna have fun tonight.”

“Yeah sure and I'll persuade Tom don't worry.

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You chose your little black dress with a deep plunging neckline as your outfit for the night. Zendaya was still confused between two of her outfits. You both did your make up and got ready.

“What's with that cleavage?” Zendaya quipped

“I don't think I stand a chance with that Steve guy after today's events so I have to find a new one” you laughed.

As you guys reached the night club, you could hear the music blasting from outside. The bouncers checked your ids and let you in. Harrison ordered the drinks as you all gathered together. Harrison raised a toast

“To our long living friendships and our rock-star's successful album.”

You all cheered.

“Okay guys the drinks are on me for tonight, help yourselves” you announced.

The boys cheered. Everyone scattered the couples went for a dance as you looked at Tom and El dancing and laughing. You were sipping on a margarita when you felt a light tap on your shoulder and you looked back.

"Hey you went away without even saying a proper goodbye"

“Umm hi, sorry actually I wasn’t in a good state at that moment”

“Yeah I understand. how are you now?”

“Fine.”

He was checking you out all thanks to your dress

“Up here Mr.” You grinned

He gave a lopsided smile “you look hot”

“Thanks”

Physical by Dua Lipa starts playing

(Common love isn't for us We created something phenomenal Don't you agree? Don't you agree? You got me feeling diamond rich Nothing on this planet compares to it Don't you agree? Don't you agree? )

Zendaya came and grabbed your hand “come on slowpoke. Let's burn the dance floor.” She pulled you to the dance floor.

(Who needs to go to sleep, when I got you next to me?

All night, I'll riot with you I know you got my back and you know I got you So come on, come on, come on Let's get physical Lights out, follow the noise Baby, keep on dancing like you ain't got a choice So come on, come on, come on Let's get physical)

You both swayed to the music as you both started lip syncing with the song loudly and laughing. You grooved sensuously giving occasional glances to Steve. He took the que and approached you. You felt his arms around your hips as he turned you towards him. You put your arms on his shoulders as you both swayed to the music looking into each other's eyes.

“Hey Steve!! come on mate you have to go!” you heard a group of men calling out

“Er... sorry I have to leave my friends are calling. See you again”

“It’s ok bye see ya” You came back to the counter. You ordered some lemon drops. You gulped it down and bite into the lime.

“Didn't think you will make him leave you so soon”

You rolled your eyes “wasn't today enough for you.”

“I can never get enough of you princess”

“Stop calling me that!!”

“Why does it turn you on?”

“Huh!!” you deadpanned. “It makes me feel nauseated. You don't excite me anymore Holland” you grinned. He was going to say something as Tuwaine interrupted

“Hey let’s do power hour” Tuwaine suggested

“Yessss!!!!” the boys shouted in unison

“Guys seriously none of you can handle yourselves after that. We girls have also come to enjoy not to carry your drunken asses home” You jabbed.

“We can handle ourselves Y/N don’t worry” Harry assured you

“We’ll see that”

The game started only Paddy didn’t participate as he was not sure of his capacity to handle . Jacob gave up half way through the shots. Sam and Harry both struggling to keep up the pace lastly giving up. It was now between Tom, Harrison and Tuwaine. Tuwaine won eventually. And now all the boys were definitely drunk as you had expected.

You were having your shots as Tom took one from you.

“Aren’t you already enough drunk loser”

“I’m not a loser” he said in a raspy voice

“Then who lost to Tuwaine anyways I’m gonna go dance you sulk here loser”

Into you by Ariana Grande starts playing

(I'm so into you, I can barely breathe And all I wanna do is to fall in deep But close ain't close enough 'til we cross the line So name a game to play, and I'll roll the dice, hey)

You walked to the center of the dance floor swaying your hips a little as you start grooving to the song. You felt a little tipsy as you danced along the song, drunk sweaty bodies hovered around you.

(Oh baby, look what you started The temperature's rising in here Is this gonna happen? Been waiting and waiting for you to make a move Before I make a move)

You started dancing with some random drunk guy. You glanced at Tom as you placed your hands around his neck and danced with that guy. Yes the alcohol in your system wanted Tom to make a move.

(So baby, come light me up and baby I'll let you on it A little bit dangerous, but baby, that's how I want it A little less conversation, and a little more touch my body 'Cause I'm so into you, into you, into you)

Tom clenched his jaw as he gulped down a shot slamming the glass on the bar counter and started walking towards you. You continued to dance sensually.

(Got everyone watchin' us, so baby, let's keep it secret A little bit scandalous, but baby, don't let them see it A little less conversation and a little more touch my body 'Cause I'm so into you, into you, into you)

You felt a familiar pair of arms around your waist as he turned you and pulled you closer to him. Your palms resting on his broad chest. The smell of his cologne taking over your senses.

(This could take some time, hey I made too many mistakes Better get this right, right, baby)

You placed your hands around Tom's neck as you get lost into each other's eyes. The world seemed a blur to you at the moment as you cared less of who was watching, you just wanted to live this moment.

He took your hand in his and twirled you around a few times before pulling you closer, your back pressed to his chest, your bodies swaying, occasionally grinding against each other.

He brushed aside your hair with one hand, his other hand on your shoulder as he kissed you behind your ear. You gasped at his touch as you felt your body was on fire. You tilted your head a little to give him more access as he brushes his lips on your neck. Tom's hands ran down your arms lacing with your fingers.

(Tell me what you came here for 'Cause I can't, I can't wait no more)

You suddenly felt whatever is happening is wrong, you pulled away from him to leave as he caught hold of your hand.

(I'm on the edge with no control And I need, I need you to know You to know, oh)

You looked at him and then to your hands. He pulled you impossibly closer as you slammed into his chest. Your legs were wobbly as he steadied you by holding your waist. The smell of his cologne doing things to you. Old memories, nostalgia hitting you. He lifts you up and spins a little.

You look at him with droopy eyes as he brings you down; he hugs you even closer. He knelt near your neck, nose brushing against the bottom of your ear. You whimpered when his hot breath ghosted your ears. "Do I still excite you babygirl?" he whispered in your ears. You could just hum in response, your body shivering at each and every touch of his.

Purple lights danced across Tom's face illuminating his brown eyes, highlighting his each and every feature. You went dizzy when his lips ghosted at your sweet spot at the nape of your neck. You threw your hands around his neck tugging his hair at the bottom. His hands snaked around your waist sensually gliding to your thighs at the hem of your dress.You weren't that drunk so soon the realization hit you where it is leading to. You thought, what were you doing? This is so not right. You struggled to free yourself from his hold pushing him away by his chest.

(So come light me up, so come light me up my baby A little dangerous, a little dangerous my baby A little less conversation and a little more touch my body 'Cause I'm so into you, into you, into you ) song fading away...............

You both stand in the middle of the dance floor breathless. You ran your hand through your already messed up hair. You stomped off to the bar counter as Tom followed you.

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devil-kindred · 4 years

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Get to Know Me - raisinghellinotherworlds

Saw @pd3 do this and though I’d give it a go!

1. Name : Siren (it’s a pseudonym!)

2. Nationality: American

3. Age: 27

4. Birthday: January 29th

5. Zodiac sign (or your primal zodiac sign): Aquarius

6. Gender: Female

7. Sexuality: Heterosexual

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8. Your looks (add a picture or describe yourself)

For the record this is the only recent picture of myself I like and this is about as much of my face as you’ll ever see bc I know my angles.

9. What do you/did you study?: I went to school for a Bachelors in Arts with and emphasis on Sciences but never finished it bc 1) college is expensive and 2) I don’t know what I want to do career-wise so there’s not a point in going back anymore.

10. What’s your current job like?/What job would you like to have?: I’m a service desk associate at a department store. Something where I could deal with less people bc boy does this job push my patience sometimes.

11. What is your birth order?: Firstborn/Oldest.

12. How many siblings do you have?: Technically four, but only two living.

13. Do you have good relations with your family?: My immediate family. My siblings are closer to each other (but they’re only two years apart) but we get along. I also have a good relationship with my parents though I’m not as close to my mom as I could be it’s hard to forget the not nice things your parent say to you as a kid.

14. How many friends do you have?: Lots though only a few I see/talk to on a regular basis.

15. Your relationship status: Single.

16. What do you look for in a SO?: Intelligent, kind, has a sense of humor.

17. Do you have a crush?: I guess.

18. When was your first kiss?: WHY *sighs* I was... 25.

19. Do you prefer serious and meaningful relationships or casual dating/one night stands?: I’ve... never been in an actual relationship? I’d like to say serious.

20. What are your deal breakers? Being rude, cheating, and treating me like a child/you know what’s best for me/someone in need of saving (new flash, i am not your princess peach/some damsel in distress. If you need to rescue someone I am not your girl).

21. How was your day?: It’s still early into the day and I go to work in about an hour and a half and I get to close so we’ll see!

22. Favourite food & drink: French Fries. Or anything with potatoes. I’m a fiend. And Dr. Pepper or Coffee.

23. What position do you sleep in?: On my side/stomach on the part of the bed that’s against the wall.

24. What was your last dream about?: It was... highly NSFT and no, I will not go into detail.

25. Your fears: I’m not a fan of spiders or bugs of any kind really, I hate clowns, and I don’t like thunderstorms. Or tornados.

26. Your dreams: Move, either out of state or out of the country.

27. Your goals: See above.

28. Any pets?: A bird, Momo.

29. What are your hobbies?: Writing, playing video games, and reading (fanfic or books)

30. Any cool places in your area?: I’m sure there are but I live in a town surrounded by corn and other farmland so... it’s anyone’s best guess.

31. What was your last awkward situation?: The other day when a customer stared at me for a solid three minutes when I explained that due to the pandemic we’re no longer offering one of our services in an effort to reduce contact.

32. What is your last regret?: That I didn’t realize the true nature of some people who I no longer speak to sooner.

33. Language/s you can speak: English, Spanish (I’m so rusty though), a little bit of French, and a teeny tiny bit of Japanese.

34. Do you believe in astrological stuff? (Zodiac, tarot, etc.): I believe in my many things so yes.

35. Have any quirks?: Uh... I mess with my hair when I’m nervous? & the more nervous I get my (already high) voice gets higher and will go up several octaves the more nervous I get?

36. Your pet peeves: People in my apartment building slamming the front door all the damn time.

37. Ideal vacation: Somewhere with nice scenery and where it’s calm.

38. Any scars?: Quite a few small ones on my head from a car accident when I was just a baby (I went through a window- got a few scrapes but other than that was unharmed) and one on my hand (it’s on both sides of my hand too) from when I was toddler and got bit by a dog.

39. What does your last text message say?: “I’ll let you know when I get some gameplay posted!” I have a sideblog for casual TS4 gameplay. Was telling a friend that I was going to post new stuff soon.

40. Last 5 things from your search history: No thanks! It’s all just checking if a word is really a word and spelling anyways.

41. What’s your [Device] background?: Lockscreen is a wallpaper from FFXV ft. The Chocobros; Hope Screen is Sam & Evie.

42. What do you daydream about?: Writing mostly.

43. Describe your dream home: Decent amount of space, a library room to hold all my books... good lighting, comfy.... preferably NOT in the middle of nowhere.

44. What’s your religion/Your thought about religion: I am not a fan. Particularly of Christianity but everyone has their own beliefs and in that regard, to each their own. Just don’t try to convert me bc the answer is f*ck no.

45. Your personality type: INFP.

46. The most dangerous thing you’ve done?: Climbed onto the roof of the shed when I was little because I got something stuck up there.

47. Are you happy with your current life?: For the most part!

48. Some things you’ve tried in your life: Gymnastics, Ballet, etc.

49. What does your wardrobe consist of?: Lots of t-shirts, jeans, shorts, flats, boots, etc.

50. Favourite colour to wear?: Black or Blue.

51. How would you describe your style?: Extremely casual.

52. Are you happy with your current looks?: Kinda? I really need to cut my hair because it’s gotten so long it’s annoying. But I can put up with it until it’s safe again bc pandemic. My hair is not that important I assure you.

53. If you could change/add something to your appearance - impossible or not - what would it be?: Oh God, could I be taller? Like at least 5’3”? Which is still teeny but better than my 4’9” ass.

Do you have any piercings or tattoos?: I have 3 piercings and three tattoos (two finished, one in progress)

55. Do you get complimented often?: Maybe? I’m oblivious to the point that you could have a flashing neon sign with the compliment written on it and it would probably still go over my head.

56. Favourite aesthetic?: Biker Chic!

57. A popular trend that you dislike: Neon.

58. Songs you’re currently obsessed with?: Blessed Be - Spiritbox.

59. Song you normally wouldn’t admit you like: If I like a song, I like it. But if I have to pick one, I know everyone hates Despacitio. I know, ok but I really like the original version bc I like the sound. Latin music always has a fun groove to it.

60. Favourite genre?: Rock & Metal.

61. Favourite artist/band/genre?: Type O Negative, Pallbearer, Ice Nine Kills. Give me all the goth rock/metal and just fun metal in general.

62. Hated popular songs/artists?: Oh boy... don’t hate me but I um... don’t care too much for T Swift? And I’m not a fan of country.

63. Put your music on shuffle and list first 5: Devil’s // Door - VCTMS, Karasu - The GazettE, Path - Apocalyptica, I Walk the Line - Halsey, Drumming Song - Florence + the Machine

64. Can you sing or play any instruments?: I can kinda play bass but I’m still learning so it’s just like... the very bare basics.

65. Do you like karaoke?: I’m very self-conscious so no.

66. Own any albums?: Yes, though majority are digital.

67. Do you listen to radio? What stations?: Yes. I have it on for background noise in my room in which case I don’t pay attention to it, but I have XM radio in my car where I listen to Octane/Liquid Metal/Turbo.

68. Favourite movie/series?: The Dark Knight trilogy or Hellraiser or Nightbreed.

69. Favourite genre of movies/books/etc: Horror, Sci-fi, and fantasy.

70. Your fictional crush/es: Too many. Look at my OCs and their SO’s and you’ll find a bunch of them.

71. Which fictional character is you?: My friends would say Mira Jane from Fairy Tail. My bestie says Mercedes from Fire Emblem Three Houses (minus the devout part bc... I do not have nice feelings re-religion. You do you though!).

72. Are you a shipper? List your otps, if so: Yes, and once again you’ll be reading for eternity. So I’ll sum it up as too many to list.

73. Favourite greek god?: Apollo.

74. A legend from where you live that you like: It’s said that before big disasters happen in the town I live in + the surrounding areas, that you’ll see a panther. Supposedly one has been seen before at least 4 different bad things that have happened over the years. I’m in the midwest though so take that as you will.

75. Do you like art?: I do but I don’t really have a favorite. ... I am kinda partial to Van Gogh though.

76. Can you share your other social media?: I have a Pinterest but since my other social media has my name (which I also share with an OC whoops. That’s what I get for being indecisive and going the first name the name generator gave me) I’d rather not. If you ask and we’re friends I’ll probably give it to you but...

77. Favourite youtubers?: I don’t really watch too many anymore but I’ve been watching a lot of jacksepticeye’s gameplay. Aside that I tend to just watch channels like PlayStation Access or Outsidexbox.

78. Favourite platform?: Instagram

79. How much time do you spend on the internet?: More than I should, I’m sure.

80. What video games have you played? Which one’s your favourite? Uh, if I had to list them all you’d literally be reading this for eternity. To sum it up, I mostly play RPGs/JRPGs, open-world, survival horror (my fave), and a few (emphasis on few) FPS. Favorites are (once again with a limit): Bioshock, Dragon Age, Mass Effect, Until Dawn, Silent Hill 2, and Fatal Frame.

81. Your favourite books (manga also counts): do you know how f*cking hard this question is as someone who’s a bookworm? Ok, ok um... Gotta have a limit or I’ll never shut up... um... Three favorites: The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern, Horns by Joe Hill, and American Gods by Neil Gaiman.

82. Do you play board/card games?: On occasion! They’re best with bigger groups but alas, my apartment is rather small and I don’t have a lot of space for multiple people so I don’t play them often.

83. Have you ever been to a night marathon in cinema? No, but it sounds fun.

84. Favourite holiday: Halloween!

85. Are you into dramas?: As in, tv dramas? Kinda? I have a friend on lived in SK for a time and got into K-dramas so I watch them with her from time-to-time when she visits.

Would you use a Death Note if you had one?: No.

87. What changes would you make in the world, no matter how impossible, if you had the power to?: Oh boy... make everyone get along, ensure everyone could live their life to the best possible, etc.

88. Could you survive a zombie apocalypse?: Possibly.

89. If you had to be turned into a paranormal being, what would it be?: I’m going with mythical instead of strictly paranormal but... a vampire!

90. What would you want to happen to you after your death?: As in to my body? Cremate me. To my stuff, give my books to a good home and take care of my bird.

91. If you had to change your name, what would be your pick?: Most people call me by my middle name already since I got tired of people calling me the wrong name (& I like my middle name better) and insisting my first name was actually a nickname (it’s not, it’s the same as the musician I’m named after) so if I were to eventually be bothered enough, I’d have it legally changed to my middle name.

92. Who would you switch your life with for a week?: I don’t know to be honest. I’m fairly happy with my life so I think I’d just not switch.

93. Pick an emoji to be your tattoo: 🌊

94. Write 3 things about yourself - only one of them must be true: I took karate classes for several years, I’ve never dyed my hair, I’ve had two jobs thus far.

95. Cold or hot?: Cold I guess? If we’re talking in reference to seasons give me cool (aka Fall).

96. Be a hero or be a villain?: Hero because being a villain would mean I’d have to be mean to people and I can’t even pick the mean options in video games without feeling guilty so...

97. Sing everything you want to say or rhyme?: um... no? I’m not quite certain what this means but I’m going to go with no?

98. Shapeshifting or controlling time?: Shapeshifting!

99. Be immortal or be immune to everything aside from natural death?: Immortal.

#get to know me #get to know siren #my face #please DON’T REBLOG #my apologies to anyone on mobile #i put a read more and it shows up if i view my blog in my web browser but isn’t showing when i view it in the app!

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thorsstorms · 4 years

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Hi! I will be posting this month as much as I can for this little christmas challenge. I may not get everyday and they will be just little drabbles. The first week of this month I may miss a few but it's because this week is finals prep and I have five finals next week.

Word count: 1.2k

Christmas Masterlist

Masterlist

Ahh. The time of the year had come for the annual Christmas party. Each year was a different theme, though last year had to of been your favorite. All you had to do was pick out your best christmas pajamas and meet the team in the theatre room for a cheesy christmas movie, hot cocoa and A LOT of popcorn.

Years ago this small gathering would have been appalling to Tony, but now that he was married and Morgan joined the parties, Tony was more than happy to keep it intimate. She got to pick what the theme was this year. She opted for wanting to wear her Elsa sweater (though she never took it off as is) so it turned into a sweater party, or UGLY sweater if you will.

As soon as the word got around, you were immediately on the hunt for the best, most unique sweater that no one else had a chance of wearing as well. You had found the most perfect sweater after a little bit of a hunt. After pages of hunting on Etsy, you found one. It was a bright green grinch sweater with fuzzy troll hair for the green guy and a horrendous mustard yellow tribal print in the background.

Thor though. Thor didn’t know what the hell to do. He had the smart idea of coming to you for help, but you were willing to play dirty for this party, after all, the winner of the theme (chosen by the public on instagram) got a week vacation Fiji, courtesy of Tony.

As soon as Thor asked you for help, you were out to sabotage all the other guys. Lucky for you, two of them were extremely predictable. You knew exactly where they would go to look for a christmas sweater, and you were hoping that where it led you, you would be able to pick which sweater they would choose from there.

Thus you ended up here. Macys on 34th with Thor in toe. It is not that you wanted to sabotage him. If you win, of course he would be the person you bring with, but you had to win first.

“This one,” you told him, grabbing for his size on the back of the rack. It was simple, and predictable. A solid black sweater with a christmas tree on the front, little ornaments attached to it that jingled as you moved about.

“Is that… ugly enough?” He eyed you skeptically, reaching for the material and feeling it between his fingers.

“Yea! Sorry sweet cakes, but I don’t think even you could make this look good.” That immediately changed his mind on the sweater. He wanted it.

You rushed him through the store while trying to conceal the sweater from any paparazzi picture being taken of your outing. They were vultures for any Avengers couple seen out and about.

You smiled to yourself as he quickly checked out with a company card. This was going to be hilarious.

“Okay listen up!” Tony raised his voice over the chatter in the common room. “Morgan go stand next to your mom. Ok listen! I am going to set up my phone over here and press play on the recording, and then on the count of three, we are all going to take off our jackets and reveal our sweaters.” His assured tone was smug, as if he figured he was going to win. Like he knew something no one else did. “No one has seen each others right? Not even Pep has seen mine.”

“Ready yourself because this video is going to be the one that gets posted for the people to choose the winner, just to make sure none of you cheat because you are all sore losers. No changing sweaters.” His hands gestured with his assurance. A stupid smirk looking around at the family ready to go, clutching jackets, robes, and blankets over themselves to keep covered.

“Okay!” His voice rang out, pressing play. He ran back towards you, maneuvering himself between you and Morgan.

“One!”

“Two!”

“Three!”

The sound of appalled gasps flooded the air as Steve, Sam, and Thor got a load of each other. The sound of a treacherous ‘No!’ pierced the air as Tony bored his eyes down on the matching trio. And then loud smug laughter followed as the rest of the team, including yourself, got a glimpse of the matching - now quartet.

“How!” Steve questioned.

“I knew it!” Thor glared at you.

“Fuck this!” Sam was over it.

“This is the best thing I have ever seen!” Bucky preened.

“I thought you all would try too hard! I tried to reverse psychology this shit!” Tony’s reaction was the best.

“Ha! Ha!” You pointed at them. You kept the other smug comments to yourself as you raced for the phone to turn off the video. You immediately sent it the team group message so Tony wouldn’t delete it, like.. a.. sore.. loser.

Nat stood with you as you turned around to admire your work.

“So, how did you do that?” She questioned you quietly as the boys flustered over the matching sweaters.

“Honestly, I was counting on Steve’s naive soul. He probably thought the sweater was gonna be a knock-out. Then I was counting on Sam’s laziness of finding something unique. And Thor, well. Thor was the easy part, all I had to do was insult him. In good reason though!” Your eyes followed the boys, Thor meeting you with disapproving eyes, squinting, trying to figure out the diabolical plan.

“But Tony, that was all him. I wasn’t expecting that, but he made it THAT much better.” You told Natasha while smirking at the sulky puppy across the room. She headed her own way to Morgan, complementing her Elsa braid to match the sweater she had on.

Thor crossed the room, stalking towards you. He looked… mischievous, and sad. You felt a spin of emotion ring through, changing from guilty, to curiosity, and a slight pinch of arousal. Maybe he was mad enough to give you a little punishment for your actions.

“Im sorry, baby,” your batting lashes did little to ease the look on his face. “I had no idea!”

He wasn’t falling for that. He closed in on you, backing you into the counter like he was stalking his prey. His body was calm, arms moving slowly as his hands took to cradle your head. He pressed an eerily slow kiss to your forehead. Your eyes closing automatically, regardless of your confusion over his actions.

Your fingers clasped over his forearms on a weird instinct, but then his head dipped lower, his body shielding you from the crowd that was gathered deeper in the room, slowly filtering out into the hallway towards the theatre room. His breathe traveled, lips pressing right below your ear in a chaste kiss that sent quick shocks down your spine.

“We’ll talk about this later,” he promised, before backing away and following his matching brothers to the land of movies and popcorn, leaving you to regain your composure.

Worth it.

#christmas otp challenge #Thor x reader

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thinkaboutdobrik · 5 years

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Coachella, Day 1 -> Colby Brock

Plot: The first day of Coachella with Colby, Sam, Kat, Jake and Tara.

Request: i would like to request a colby imagine at coachella :)

A/n: this is kinda short but fluffy ok ive never been to coachella so i dont know much about what its like to be there D:

You were standing by the kitchen counters chatting with Tara and Katrina, waiting for your uber to finally get to the desert.

The boys were the last to get ready, which normally you'd find odd, but you and the girls had already started getting ready hours prior to you leaving.

"I hope we find good spots for the Tame Impala show. We can't miss it." you said to Katrina and Tara who nodded in response.

This was your first Coachella ever and you were as excited as you could get. Your heart was almost bursting through your chest when Sam and Colby asked you to join them as they had rented an amazing air bnb for the weekend.

The air bnb had 3 bedrooms and was huge. A huge swimming pool in the back yard, huge kitchen, spacious areas - it felt like a dream, and the fact that you got to share a kingsized bed with Colby caused butterflies to appear in your stomach just by the thought of it.

You wanted to look your best, and you did, and you were beyond ready for the next three days of fun with your friends.

"Uber's outside. Let's go!" Sam told everyone as he entered the kitchen and put on his sunglasses.

Everyone grabbed their fanny packs and belongings and were ready to head out the door.

Just like everyone says: the uber situation was a nightmare. It took you forever to get to the desert but once you finally got there it had finally hit you: you were at Coachella.

The first few things you did was, of course, to take some pictures for instagram.

Posing with Colby, he picked you up bridal style as he gave a cheeky smile to the camera. Your hands were tightly wrapped around his shoulder and you were smiling wide, as well.

After that all six of you decided to roam around and check out the place. There were tons upon tons of people there - everybody looking their best.

Scanning the area your eyes landed on stand serving ice cold beverages and it was just what you needed considering how hot it was.

"Ooh, I want drinks!" you said and pointed towards the stand, grabbing a hold of Colby's hand as you dragged him along with you.

"Not so fast! This heat is already making me tired." Colby laughed.

Everyone got up to the stand and purchased the chilling drinks before taking off to the first performance of the day.

Standing in the middle of the crowd, you were surrounded by your friends, laughing and dancing, taking some photos and capturing every moment on camera.

Colby was close by your side at all times, not risking losing you in the crowd of thousands of people.

The performance came to an end and looking down at your map of Coachella you aimed for the next stage, ready for the next performance - Tame Impala.

Colby had never seen Tame Impala before, but judging by the looks of everyones faces they seemed to enjoy the performance just as much as you were.

With hurting feet and dehydrated bodies, the night had finally come to an end and you decided to head back to the air bnb.

Pushing the big doors open, everyone stumbled in.

Not even making it past the kitchen and into the livingroom, you crashed down on the ground with both legs crossed as you rested your back against the wall.

"I am so exhausted I could literally fall asleep right here." you whined.

Colby let out a small chuckle as he walked up to you, reaching out his hand for you to grab it.

"Let's make some food before we go to bed, at least. It's only 1am, we should atleast try ton stay up for a little while longer." he smiled and pulled you up from the ground.

Everyone headed in to the kitchen and started looking through the kitchen cabinets for food. After looking through the kitchen for a little while you had decided on some simple spaghetti just to fill your bodies up with something.

Katrina and Tara did the cooking whilst you sat on the kitchen counter, watching, almost falling asleep right then and there.

"Dinner's ready!" Katrina announced and grabbed a bunch of plates.

Everyone shoved mouthfuls of the spaghetti into their mouths, eating so much that eventually you had all ended up in a food coma.

After finishing the food everyone crashed down on the big couch sitting in the livingroom. You crashed down onto Colby's lap as he lightly grabbed your waist before wrapping his arms around you.

"You tired?" Colby smiled as he placed a quick peck on your cheek.

You nodded as you felt your eyelids get heavy, leaning your head against Colby's chest.

A short while went by of you and your friends talking about the day, discussing everyones choice of wardrobe, and planning the next day.

It didn't take long for just about everybody to almost fall asleep and doze off on the couch. Jake and Tara was way ahead of you, already snoring in synch as they were curled up next to eachother on the couch.

You gave Colby a quick look and motioned for the two of you to go bed.

Sleeping the night away it was good to finally get some rest, but once your energy was re gained and you had slept for as long as you could, you woke up.

Colby was still asleep next to you, snoring loud into the pillow as he laid with his face flat against it.

You rubbed your eyes and gave your body a stretch before sitting up in the bed ready to wake up Colby.

"Colby, wake up." you whispered as you gently poked his back.

Colby didn't even react so you decided to poke him a little harder.

After a few failed tries you climbed on top of him, playfully pushing him with your hands.

"Colby! Wake up!" you yelled as you bounced up and down.

"Noo... it's too early." Colby whined and turned his head before burying it further into the pillow.

"Get up! It's day 2, we're not sleeping the day away." you demanded and slid back into your spot.

Colby slowly turned around, looking at you with his tired blue eyes and messy hair as he chuckled.

"But I don't wanna.." he whined and pouted at you.

You sighed and smiled, shaking your head at him. "You don't have a choice. If you're not up by the time I get back I'm gonna have to fight you." you laughed and got up from the bed.

Walking down the hallway of the house with a big smile plastered onto your lips, you sang your way down the hall as you knocked on all the bedroom doors on the way.

"Wake up! It's a new daaaay!" you sang.

You were the only one up at this point and after a while it started to get boring.

Getting back into the bedroom Colby was still lying in bed.

"Colby! I'm bored, you need to wake up." you demanded as you jumped onto the bed and climbed on top of him.

He was laying on his back and his eyes opened wide as you landed on his lap.

"Alright, alright. I'll get up." Colby laughed at your excitement and gave his arms a big stretch followed by a big yawn.

You giggled and smiled at him before leaning down to place a quick peck on his lips.

#colby brock #colby brock imagine #colby brock imagines #jake webber #jake webber imagine #jake webber imagines #sam and colby #sam golbach #katrina stuart

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chuuulip · 5 years

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Favorite Record

Chapter Two

This is posted for Hannah’s @kentuckybarnes 3k Writing Challenge

Shout out to the lovelies @bucky-at-bedtime for beta’ing this and @mychemicalimagines for giving me feedback too hehe.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warning: I guess nothing?

Summary: You never fond of Natasha taste in music but you always giving it a try, but maybe you had enough.

Chapter one

The chilly October day in New York City didn’t bother you as you strolled along the brownstone line street in Manhattan, in fact, you were quite fond of it. Class has been a mess but you were excited to visit the pediatric hospital today. Stark Industries will host their annual charity in the hospital, something that you have adored for years.

The vibration of your phone caught your attention. You sweep the screen to the right when you saw the caller id. “Pumpkin, where are you?” You can hear your dad’s voice in a busy room full of background noise.

“I’m somewhere in Manhattan I guess. What’s wrong?”

“Weren't you supposed to arrive like 30 minutes ago? Your mom’s a bit worried right now. You know how she is after your accident”

“Oh, mom is in town? When did she arrive?” you walk a bit faster now.

“Like 2 hours ago. She said she missed her baby. Can you be here in 20? The guests are already in the hospital.”

“Okay! I’ll hail a cab now.”

The ride to the hospital is pretty fast since the traffic wasn’t so bad. You are greeted by some Halloween decorations when you enter the hospital. However, you can’t help but grin at the scary cute tidbits that adorn the hallway. Helping to decorate the hospital was a fun thing to do. You occupied yourself by selecting lots of balloons and knick-knacks to liven up the hall weeks ago. Your dad, Tony Stark has been working on advancing medical technology in the past couple years and this kind of event is always in his must to do list.

“Pumpkin!” A petite woman with a strawberry blonde hair were rushing to you. “Hi, mother.” She embraces you tightly which you returned eagerly. “My baby! Oh, I missed you so much.” She retreads and pinches your cheeks, a habit she always had since you are a baby. Her pastel blue blazer was a contrast from your mustard sweater and indigo jeans. “Mother stop it!” you laugh at her. Your mom takes pity on you and stops her attack.

“So how’s your wrist? Your dad said it’s getting better. I hope your school didn’t interfere with its full recovery.”

“It’s actually pretty great Mother, but the final recital kind of put me on pins and needle.”

“Just don’t push yourself too hard ok pumpkin?”

“Promise!” Your mother finally let go and drag you to meet the small crowd at the front.

Since lots of nurses and volunteers were also wearing a costume, you can’t help but to live up to your nickname and join the rest of the people in the hospital. The bright orange bodysuit has that cute black jack-o-lantern face, far away from creepy. The costume also came together with a little cute stem cap that thankfully fit you. To make the appearance more appealing, you let the cap sit a bit to the right side of your head, strands of hair on the side of your face were let loose so the half up double braid still intact.

The small basket in your left hand was full of greeting cards from the Stark Tech staff, that you plan on hand deliver soon. Other baskets on the table near the fake ghost sweets, was created by people from across the country. Last month you get a bit carried away with Stark Tech Instagram post and upload a ‘special greeting cards’ for the kids in the pediatric hospital in New York City. Your aim was an extra smile to the kids with the cards and Halloween theme goody bag. Fortunately, it becomes a huge success to boost the fundraiser and you never been happier.

“Gentleman, thank you for coming today despite the busy schedule.”

“It’s nothing, Mr. Stark. I am happy we can participate in this charity”

You were immediately drawn to that distinctive low baritone voice. A glimpse of a brown hair took neatly in a low bun. The brushed plaid long flannel with port wine color with the sleeves roll up, display that notable bassist hands of Bucky. You arched your eyebrow curiously, how in the world does your father know Bucky Barnes and his band? Did Natasha tell your father about them? With a long sigh, you unlocked your phone and texted her.

“Yes sir, it’s a pleasure to be here. We love to do this kind of show as much as we can.” The blonde tall man known as Steve was talking to your father. “As long as we are in town, our manager definitely will arrange the schedule.”

“Thank you, Captain. I, for sure, will invite your band again.”

”The Instagram post on Stark Tech account was great. I immediately asked the gang to participate not only with greeting cards.” Bucky chuckles “we want to do more.”

“Oh yeah about that post, it’s my daughter actually.” Tony beams at that. “She’s been helping the PR since last year. She is here somewhere.” you immediately ducked behind a nurse when your father, start looking your way.

“Hmm strange, I just saw here near the table.” Tony’s left eyebrow furrowed, thumb and index finger on his chin, try once again looking for you. ”Anyway, the small stages are yours.” Tony clapped his hands on Bucky’s shoulder and retreat to talk with other parents and a kid who was wearing a ninja turtle costume.

The stage was actually a small area in the front of the hall. There sat a guitar and bass acoustic with three microphones and three performance stools. A small amplifier sat next to the left stool and a black cajon box drum situated to the far right

Because not all the kids and parents can join the rest of the kids in the hall, The Howler promised to visit the kids in their rooms and serenade them.

The kids, their parents, volunteers, and nurses apparently ready to watch The Howler. The band just released a new song for a Superhero movie called ‘Live to Rise’. The song became an immediate number one hit on Billboard 200 and i-tunes, a rare circumstance for a rock alternative band in this EDM era.

Bucky, Steve, Sam, and Clint were already sat on their position. The acoustic version of their songs has that unbelievable tone that sat well with the non-boisterous audience they usually have. Despite your hate towards Bucky, you can’t help but appreciate their performance.

A brush to your right shoulder didn’t go unnoticed but the fact that you know who is it made you loosen up.

“Hi… didn't expect to see you here.”

“Hi Scott.” You smile at him. “neither did I.”

“Nice costume, by the way, Cassie needs to buy this one.” His eyes can’t help but admire your costume.

“Dad, who is the pretty pumpkin?” a chirp of girly voice beside Scott made you sneak a peek.

“Oh, this is my daughter Cassie.”

“Hi, Cassie.” Scott introduced you to his daughter and explaining why he doesn’t go on stage with the others. You immediately offer a costume for Cassie and some strolling visiting the kids if she is interested.

“Our soldier was heartbroken when you slammed the door in front of his face.”

You suddenly tensed “Soldier? I am not sure I have any idea what this is all about?” suddenly the hem of your pumpkin costume is more interesting than the other things happen in the hall.

A small laugh escapes from Scott but your attention was distracted by the music of the next song. Bucky blue-grey eyes suddenly met yours, a startling display on his face, although he suddenly recovered and smiled. The need to flee is intense but it doesn't deter you from looking his way.

Bucky left hands dance around the mahogany neck between the frets of his acoustic bass, but his eyes never leave you. Right fingers slapping, alternate with the thumbing and plucking across the strings, generate that clean tone with volume. To the common listener, the melody of his bass might be overshadowed by Clint’s guitar, but not for you.

Sure, you have seen Bucky playing the bass before, live, but now seeing the acoustic bass been played with such precision, those odd sensations pull you back again. The music finally comes to an end and it freaks you out a little bit, unwilling to talk to the man yet.

“Cassie, what about we visit the kids and give them the cards and the goody bags?” a sneaky look at the stage gives you a glance on what Bucky’s doing.

“I can borrow you some Captain Marvel costume or a Unicorn.” Slowly and calculated, you are ready to escape from the hall.

“Daddy, can I go with her?” Cassie jumps a bit, excited to dress as Captain Marvel.

“Yes Jellybean. Don’t go too long, uncle Bucky might want to meet her.”

***

The hectic Monday had never been Bucky’s favorite, but he will do anything to get the forgiveness he is fighting for.

He thought he would finally get to talk to the woman he so stupidly dishonored. When he saw you at the hospital, he can’t help but trying to show off a little bit of his skill – stupid, he knows. After the performance, he even asked Steve for a break because he was determined to find you. Unfortunately, the lucky stars aren’t on Bucky’s side and he was once again left disappointed.

The chilly November in New York was always the same but Bucky absolutely loved the colors before it turns all white and wet because of the snow. The south street on the central park was adorned with a beautiful color. Not only it has the yellow ginko and gray birch leaves, but this part of the street also has red black cherry and pin oak leaves as well as an orange leaves of tupelo trees. Unable to resist capturing the scenery, Bucky starts doing an Instagram live, things he rarely did because he usually just post things like pictures of shows, his bandmate or his instrument. After fifteen minutes of walking through central park, Bucky finally arrives in the west street, his destination.

At first, Bucky had an appointment with Natasha but it’s actually an excuse of his intention to meet you. Eventually, Natasha gave in and giving Bucky information on what class you have today. To be honest there is a slight of agitation on Bucky’s, afraid of to be dismissed and branded as a bit of a stalker by you. But, when he reminds himself of the thing he said to you, he seriously wants to reflect on his wrong and apologize sincerely.

“Excuse me, I am looking for someone.” Bucky meets a man with a blue button-up and khakis pants. He doesn’t look old, probably in his mid or late thirty. Bucky gives him your name and showing the picture from Natasha’s Instagram.

“You are looking for Monet?” he asks Bucky curios.

“Monet?” Bucky confused.

“Yes, Monet. She is in the class, you just need to turn to the left.” The man checking his watch and look at Bucky again. “Class will be over in a minute, you need to hurry if you want to meet her. She has an appointment with Prof. Pierce.”

“Thank you, sir?”

“Rumlow, Brock Rumlow.” Bucky shakes Brock hand and dashed to the classroom quickly. To his disappointment, everyone seems already finished and only several students stay in class. With a defeated sigh, Bucky exits the class and walks through the corridor. For a second he thinks he sees a familiar silhouette at the far end of the hall and when the figure turns around, Bucky’s eyes meet yours. He watched as your eyes widened in shock and you hurriedly ran to an open door that Bucky’s assumed is the professor’s office.

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“Malyshka, when will you stop being childish?”

“What?” you eyeing Natasha, hurt with her accusation. ”What is this about Nat?”

“Remember Bucky?” you groaned at Natasha when she said that.

“Sestra please, that was months ago.”

“I know, I know.” Natasha walks and sat at the bed beside you. “But don’t you think it will be better if you appreciate his effort to apologize? or better, let him apologize.”

“He never tries to apologize.”

“The thing is you didn’t let him try, don’t you?” Nat arched her eyebrow.

“How did you even know this?” you pout at Natasha.

“Well, he called me yesterday when you pull that latest escape from the class. Not to mention when you slammed the door in front of him.” Natasha added when looking at you, waiting for an excuse.

Along sighed escaped for you when you recalled what happened that Saturday night.

A Saturday night well spent, that’s might be the correct term the night. Especially before the so-called arrogant someone, knock on Natasha brownstone house.

Since Friday afternoon, Natasha has been dragging you out from your cave – your bedroom. The first week of the new semester has been difficult for you. Although the elective class on liberal arts and history wasn’t that hard, coming back after a year break definitely, taking a toll on your performance.

Natasha has been very supportive since you take a break from school last year. She always tried to include you in her so-called socializing activity, because she believed that you are too naïve and need more exposure to the wild ride.

Here you are at the cute brownstone that she shared with her roommate Maria. Maria is an art curator at a museum in New York but now is out of town visiting her boyfriend.

Friday night has been spent hopping from bar to bar with Nat. Saturday morning you spent quite some time in central park. The lake and the bridge is your favorite spot to spend the day for hours. That evening, Natasha initiates to just spend time at her home. Binge watched Netflix and eating pizza.

Your stomach growls loudly and your check the clock, noticing that the pizza is over 10 minutes late.

You heard a knock on the door and check the clock on the wall again. The pizza guy arrived 15 minutes late. Running from the couch, your hand immediately reached out the knob and open the door.

The view behind the door or more correctly, the person, wasn’t someone you had hoped to see. You stare at him wide-eyed. Never in your life, did you envision to meet the douchewagon again. Without further ado, you slammed the door in front of him. You winced when the door frame rattle slightly, it seems you slammed it too hard.

“Where is the pizza?” Natasha curious when you are coming back empty-handed.

“Uhh…no. It’s not the pizza guy. It’s just someone knocking on the wrong door.” You avoid looking her in the eyes, because if you don’t, she will instantly know that you’re lying to her, immediately. Sometimes you think that Natasha will be better as a spy than a ballerina.

“It’s not my fault! When he arrives at your house unannounced, I freaked out.” You explained to Natasha, although it also wasn’t a lie.

“Malyska will you let him apologized next time?”

“Sestra, why is it so important for me to forgive Bucky? I know that Clint is your boyfriend…” you winked at Natasha. “but, this has anything to do with me forgiving him or him apologizing.”

“It is important because you are my best friend and my sister and Bucky is my dumb cousin, but I also love him.”

“Your what?” you gasp in shock surprise. “Why did I never know this? Nat, I thought you don’t have any family in the state.” You can’t believe that Natasha didn’t mention her family. You have been friends for ages, and she knows almost everything about you and your small family of four.

“Well…I just knew this recently when I celebrate my nana 80th birthday two years ago in upper east. Apparently, my aunt moved to the state after she finished her school and married Bucky’s dad who is an American.”

“Ok. You don’t have any obligation to tell me anything. I mean I might believe the rumors that your family is a mafia back in Russia.” A wide smile spread on your face and Natasha can’t help but giggling back at and throwing a pillow at you.

“Malyska, please give him a chance to explain himself. And he said he will do anything to gain your forgiveness so you might take advantage of that.” Natasha smiles mischievously at you and you can’t help but grin back at her.

***

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angelkurenai · 6 years

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Imagine some fans shipping you with Chris, others with Robert and other with Tom, because your character has been romantically involved with their characters in some way. Unknown to them is that you like one, and all three you.

“Uhm hi! I just wanted to ask (Y/n) this question.” the fan started saying with a big smile and you returned it.

“Go right ahead, I'm an open book, honey!” Robert answered instead of you with a small smirk and you giggled when the fan looked perplexed for a moment, as if questioning herself on whose name she had said.

You grinned “We've just swapped bodies for the day, don't mind us.”

“Too bad that's the only way he'll ever be inside of that gorgeous body.” Chris, on your other side, said with a smirk and you all burst in laughter.

“Damn Evans, that was a low blow! I think that's a point for him huh?” you asked with a chuckle, turning to face Robert who placed a hand over his heart.

“Very low, yes, but I will give him that point. It's ok... After all, he's just sympathising. Having gone through it and all.” Robert shrugged, causing you all to laugh a little more.

“I'm sorry, dear, just consider this deleted footage from Civil War and let's keep going!” you said with a bright smile and with a laugh of her own, she did.

“Uhm we've seen you appear on three movies this year concerning Marvel, Thor: Ragnarok, Avengers: Infinity War and lately Ant-Man and the Wasp. And you were absolutely amazing in all of them!”

“Thank you! I think I must have made more cameos in movies than Stan Lee himself at this point.” you teased and she laughed.

“And each and every one of them is memorable! So uhm in the latter you appeared in the second after-credits scene and let me tell you I have never gasped that hard before in my life! The entire audience at the cinema I was in cheered so loudly I could barely hear a thing after that, but it was worth it! We all believed you died in Infinity War and there were several people, especially this one guy, that screamed so loudly 'Yes!' the moment you appeared.”

“Uh side note, that was me.” Robert up for a moment, making you laugh as he winked at you.

“I can absolutely believe that!” she said with a giggle “Anyhow, uh other than how shocking it was, I wanted to ask: is it true that you wrote out that scene yourself?”

“Well, uhm in most Marvel movies, at least the ones I've been in, I always get these ideas when reading the script that I can't shake off, kinda like in between the main ones that could fit there to tie the others even better together.” you explained “And as you guys know I love to write in my free time and I don't know how the screenwriters and director once found out- somehow someone told them? I wonder who really.” you looked at Robert and Chris who were suddenly veryinterested on the carpet on the floor.

“You haven't figured that out yet?” Chris asked supposedly surprised “Wow even after all these years. Wonder who it could have been! Do you have any idea about this Robert?”

“Me? Nah! I'm still scratching my head over who could know something like this!” he said a little over-dramatically and you rolled your eyes at both of them.

“Anyway, yes, somehow they found out my skills and after then it was Stan Lee that came into the picture and he liked my ideas so much that, well, it just sort of happened. They told me if I had any scenes in mind and I actually suggested one or two for uhm I think it was Iron Man 2 back then? Yeah, must have been that and I wrote it and they liked it so much that they added it in the movie. And so it happened, after reading the script of every movie I get to be part of, I always kind of put a scene or two forward as a suggestion.” you explained with a soft smile “So yes, that does include the second after-credits scene of Ant-Man and the Wasp.”

“It's amazing, isn't it? When I saw it, I felt like it summed up the entire Captain America: Civil War movie!” Chris exclaimed with a wide smile “I think I'm speaking on behalf of all you guys when I say that it was the perfect mix of Infinity War shockers, her being alive and all, and Ant-Man with all the humor that was added into it.”

“And just because we really need to appreciate true art, other than this woman herself, why don't we see it once more and take in the fact that she is just too badass to kill off!” he motioned to the big screen behind you and immediately the scene started playing out.

“Hey Hope, where you been? I've been trying to reach you all day, I've been...” Scott started but trailed off, without really looking up from the computer as Luis kept playing the video game “Oh oh turn it left, turn it left!” he encouraged before completing his previous sentence with a “Worried.”

“Yeah, I see that.” she rolled her eyes, but it wasn't something new “Well, just because you asked, I was out with a friend, talking about some important issues.”

“Friend? You have no friends Hope, the only people you- Ow that was bad! The only ones you know is us, so who were you with...” Scott started but trailed off, his mouth falling open as he stared at the woman that stood next to Hope, you.

“As I was saying, guys, a good friend.” she said with a smile, having gotten used to their acts by now anyway “Although I'm sure you've heard of her, guys, please meet (Y/n). (Y/n) these are Scott and Luis.” she motioned to each man and you smiled at both of them.

“Pleasure to meet both of you, I've heard a lot of things from Hope.” you said with a soft smile. Although you had seen Scott in action as Ant-Man during the battle between Steve and Tony, which you had not take place in, you had not talked to him in person.

“Holy. Shit!” they both said at the same time with wide eyes, gasping at your sight and you thought for a moment that it was because everyone believed you died at the hands of Thanos but it was an altogether other reason after all, as you heard them say at the same time.

“Iron Man's girl!” Luis said in awe.

“Captain America's girl!” Scott said in just as much awe as his friend.

A small breath left your lips and you rolled your eyes, looking at Hope who just shrugged “Well, I'm practically not with either at the moment since I'm supposedly-”

But none of them listened to you as they turned to look at each other.

“No, no she's Cap's girl!” Scott started first but Luis just shook his head.

“No, no no she's Iron Man's girl! Haven't you seen the magazines man? All those photos of them together!”

“No, no no no she broke up with him long ago! In fact, before the battle between Iron Man and Cap! She's not his girl anymore, she's Cap's girl!”

“No, no no no no you don't get it right, see all those articles about those two? And the photos about their dates? They even planned to go on Jimmy Kimmel before the battle happened, to talk about their perfect relationship, I saw it on Instagram.” Luis said back with a smile full of pride.

“Uh technically that was just fake new-” you started but the words died out in your lips as Scott snapped back at Luis, ready to defend his OTP.

“No, no no no no! See, she kissed Captain America before the battle, before he got the whole team together. She gave him his suit and shield back and kissed him, probably good luck kiss, so that definitely makes her his girl!” he raised a finger, pointing out and Hope looked at you with a raised eyebrow as you shrugged, waiting silently for this back and forth to beover between those two.

“And how do you know that?” Luis asked back, a little offended and hurt; apparently he too for his OTP.

“Sam told me.” Scott said with a smirk “She kissed him two times bef-”

“Three” you corrected, earning a raised eyebrow rom Hope that made you shrug once more, and looks from the two men in the room “It was technically three.” you cleared your throat, offering a small nervous smile.

“Three!” Scott exclaimed with a wide smile “She kissed Captain America three times, that definitely makes her his girl!”

“No, no no no no no!” Luis shook his head “Let me break it down to you. Come here, I'll explain!” and so they just ignored the two of you as each of them tried to find as many reasons as possible to defend their opinion on who you were dating, at least according to them.

Many “No”s later, and with you and Hope sitting and just staring at them and shaking your head in disbelief as you heard Luis say “See this video? It insists that she's even pregnant with his baby! And it has proof!”

“No, man, that's just conspiracy theories. She's not craving pickles, is she? No! So that means fake! But see this one here? It's about her meeting with Cap! And he met her first!”

“And Iron Man met her second!” Luis retorted, as if that was supposed to make a statement and be advantage of Tony's against Steve. You stopped listening after that.

“Just one question...” you started with a sigh, speaking to Hope as neither of you looked away from them for a moment “Do you ever just get out of this room, after an hour around these two, without a headache or do you sometimes-”

“No I don't.” she replied back, just as tired of babysitting as you were at this point “I don't really.” she sighed and you nodded your head.

“Of course you don't.” you sighed, chin resting on your hand just like her “Of course you don't.” you nodded your head, eyes back on them “I'm so glad nobody brought up Loki into all this cause-” but you didn't get to complete that sentence either.

“Loki!”

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songficsbyrissi · 5 years

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Right By My Side (T’Challa x Reader)

Warnings: angst, some white tears, an angsty flashback included in italics, but real marshmallow fluffy fluff at the end. “I just hope your heart hear me now I let you know how I'm feeling You own my heart, he just renting Don't turn away, pay attention I'm pouring out my heart oh boy” - Nicki Minaj feat. Chris Brown

A/N: I used this gif because it’s adorable and look at how adorable he looks right before he kisses her but this is a READER INSERT as always. Nakia doesn’t even pop in this oneshot so just pretend it’s you in the gif which I know is hard because I’m doing right now as I’m typing this and its not working and the more I look at it, the more it pisses me off because that’s my fucking man but Imma chill. Anyways, let’s get angsty and fluffy.

***************** Your head rested in your hand as you twirled the creamy fettuccine on your dinner plate. You say in the comfy booth of the Cheesecake Factory as your blind date that was in front of you was paying more attention to his phone than you. This is the third time you subjected yourself to the torture that they call “blind dates.” They’re not your thing but you started it because you just needed to get over him. You took a bite of your pasta shaking your head as he continued to scroll down his phone. “Having fun on your phone there?” You finally spoke dropping the metal fork on the plate. Your blind date, Lawrence, widened his eyes in embarrassment. “Oh shit. I’m sorry.......” he trailed off and you rolled your eyes scoffing. Is he fucking serious? “Y/N.” The white boy in front of you gave you a nervous smile. Yeah, you were thinking “what the fuck were you doing on a date with a colonizer?” You hit all the way rock bottom.

“Y/N. I’m just settling some things. I promise I’ll put all my attention back on you.” Lawrence repeated for the third time this evening but this time he forgot to turn his phone over and you leaned over to see the Instagram post of a cute white girl projected on his iPhone X. “Settling something with that girl on your screen?” You raised an eyebrow gesturing towards the phone with your fork. Shock was displayed on his pale face and you continued. “Let me guess. She’s your ex you’re trying to get over with blind dates but clearly it’s not working. As a bonus, you figured you should get a black girl because it’ll be “new” and “exotic” and a pleasant change from your ex. Am I correct?” You tilted your head after reading the hell out of his colonizer ass. Yeah you were kind of doing the same thing but at least you had the respect for him to not scroll through your ex’s pictures and social media right in front of him. Lawrence blinked rapidly before putting his face in his hands and began releasing full blown sobs. His narrow shoulders shook up and down and you leaned back uncomfortably. You had no problem with a man being in touch with his emotions. Your ex was always communicating about how he felt which you love about him. Well, loved. “I just love her so much! Cheyenne! I miss you so much, Cheyenne!” Lawrence wailed laying his head on the table. You looked around at your fellow patrons who were staring at you and the sobbing white boy. This was not a good look. Your waiter finally came around and you whispered to them. “Please bring separate checks and a slice of red velvet cheesecake to go.” You looked back at Lawrence and whispered back to them. “Scratch that. Give me that cheesecake to go. He’s taking care of the check.” When the waiter brought the cheesecake in the bag, you took the cheesecake thanking him and stood up from the booth. Lawrence quieted his sobbing a little bit. “I’m so sorry! I just miss her so much. I’m trying to forget her but it’s hard! I’m so sorry....” he trailed off once again and you rolled your eyes putting your caramel colored crossbody on. You put your hand up shushing him. “It’s ok. Just lose my number and we’re good. I hope you get your ex back and I’ll see you never.” You pushed the check towards him and grabbed your cheesecake. “You might wanna take care of that. Ok byeeeeeeee.” When you finally got to your condo, you changed into some booty shorts and a tank top and laid in bed with your cheesecake and your laptop opened to Hulu. You put Family Guy but barely paid attention. You were too busy eating your cheesecake and scrolling through pictures of you and him. Him was your ex, T’Challa. It’s been a couple of weeks since you broke up with him and hopped on a plane back to America. Your girls called you crazy for breaking up with a king but they didn’t understand that his status was not enough reason to stay in a relationship where you felt like you were that person’s last priority. You understood that he was a king that had an responsibility to his people and his country but you felt like he neglected his responsibility to you. “T’Challa!” You shouted as you walked throughout the huge palace. You sighed out of frustration as you busted your ass looking for your M.I.A. boyfriend. Once again, you set up a romantic date for the two of y’all but of course something came up again. You had hopes that he would be able to make it but they were crushed when Okoye, general of the Dora Milage, approached you with a despondent look on her face. You knew he was cancelling again. You’ve barely been able to spend time with him and it was pissing you off. Yes there some days you guys were able to get a makeout session in or sleep together but not to be crude but you haven’t had his dick inside you in a long time. It wasn’t just lack of sex though. It was also lack of attention. When you guys were finally together, you weren’t together. His mind was somewhere else and you were finally going to confront him for it. “Ayo, have you seen T’Challa?” You questioned groaning out of exasperation in front of the Dora. Ayo saluted you. “Lady Y/N, he is in his office.” You saluted her back thanking you and continued on your journey to T’Challa. You finally landed in front of his office doors and pushed them open. T’Challa glanced up at you with those big brown eyes you first noticed when you first met him. You wanted to melt but you were full of anger. “T’Challa, what is it with you?! Everytime I try to spend some damn time with you, you keep blowing me off! I get it. Being a king is a lot of work and responsibility but damn it, you owe some responsibility to me! I’m your girlfriend!” You slammed you feet then crossed your arms looking him up and down with attitude. “Or am I?” T’Challa had gotten up quickly to shut the door during your rant and turned to you when you finished with frustrated eyes. “Are you mad?! Coming into my office screaming at me with my staff right outside in the hall. You see me occupied here! Have you lost your mind, woman?!” He yelled back stepping up to you. You didn’t step down. You were keeping the same energy. You built this anger over time and it was about time you released it. You laughed sarcastically shaking your head. “No but I feel like I’m losing my man.” T’Challa put his head down and sighed out of annoyance. He pinched the bridge of his broad nose. He was tired of this same argument but so were you. “Why do you have to keep doing this to me, Y/N? I am trying!” T’Challa pleaded causing you to snort in response. “Do you not see my attempts?” “Barely! Your attempts are half assed and you know it!” You leaned back crossing your arms and your voice got low. “Is there someone else?” T’Challa slammed his fists on the wall which had you a little shook but you held your ground. His nostrils flared as he fumed with anger. If there was one way to set the normally calm king off, it was to accuse him of infidelity. You couldn’t help it. You’ve been cheated on before and work was always a cover up. How were you supposed to know it wasn’t happening again? “You know damn well- why would you even ask that?!” You shot back. “Because I’m not even sure of my position in your life, T’Challa! You say I’m your queen, your love, but I don’t see it! I mean do you even love me anymore? Just let me know if someone else took my place so I can stop wasting my time!” You finally released the tears that has been building up in your eyes. T’Challa finally spoke after staying quiet for a while. “I would never cheat on you and you know that. I keep trying and trying but nothing I do is enough for you. I do not know what to do. I feel like you are asking me to choose between you and my country.” You gasped through your cries. “God! Are you even listening?! I could never ask you to choose but I see where your priorities lie. I’m just a mere distraction to you.” You shook your head and breathed. “I’ll just pack my stuff and be on the first plane back to America.” T’Challa’s eyes grew and he moved at rapid speed to prevent you from leaving. You refused to look at him as you saw the young king get on his knees holding on to you for dear life. “Please, sithandwa sam, I will do anything. Do not leave me. I can’t do all this without you.” He stared up at you with begging eyes. You swallowed hard as more tears fell down your face. You gently pushed him off you and stepped back. “You already have been doing all this without me.” You shuddered at the memory. That was the last words you heard from him and the last words you spoke to him. After that argument, you quickly packed up your belongings and went back to your home in New York. Okoye contacted you to find out if you landed safely. You knew it was because T’Challa wanted to know but didn’t have the courage to directly contact you. The memory still agonizes you as you began weeping on top of your half eaten cheesecake. You lost your appetite causing you to throw the dessert in the trash and crawled back into bed to resume your crying fit. At that moment, you realized you made a terrible mistake and let a good man go. “Baby girl, it’s been 2 weeks and you’re still crying over this man. That dick must’ve been made of gold and had you squirting like a water gun.” Your older sister Kimara tried to joke while rubbing your back. She had used the key you gave her to your apartment to come check on you and found you in fetal position crying your eyes out once again. You side eyed her adjusting your body pillow. “That’s not funny, Mar. I still love the fuck out of his ass. Now that I’m looking back at it, the free time he did have, he spent it with me. My selfish ass kept asking for more. Feeling like it wasn’t good enough. I should’ve been more understanding.” You hit your forehead. “Fuck! I’m such a dumb, selfish bitch!” Your sister stopped your physical and verbal attack on yourself. “Hey. Stop that. Yeah, you are a bitch.” “Wow, Kimara.” You responded dryly. She ignored you and continued. “You are a bitch but you’re also a human being. You had every right to feel that way. I know you. You were never clingy so if you felt like you weren’t getting enough from him, then you most likely weren’t. But he was a good man. You could’ve worked it out. Communication and understanding is key to healthy relationships.” “Ok, Dr. Phil.” You cracked a smile and Kimara laughed at your joke, happy to see you in a better mood. “Yeah yeah yeah. I know what I’m talking about. That’s why I’ve been happily married for 3 years.” She flashed her ring and grabbed your hand. “But seriously. Stop wallowing in self pity. It’s not good. If you and T’Challa were meant to be, it’ll happen. If you love something, let it go and if it comes back, it’s yours. And other cliché bullshit that has been proven to be true.” You smirked pulling your sister in a tight hug. “Thanks sis. I love you.” “I love you too.” You two pulled from the hug and the TV brought both of your attentions with a huge headline saying “King T’Challa of Wakanda arrives to New York City for annual Met Gala.” You saw footage of T’Challa walking the streets with the Dora Milage behind him. Met Gala. You remembered you received an invitation to Met Gala since you were dating the king. Thank God T’Challa specifically told them to give you a separate invite just in case you wanted to bring one of your friends. You beamed at the television screen and your sister looked back at you. “Well, girl. That’s your sign. Question is, what you gonna do it?” You wiped your face and smirked glancing towards your closet and back at her. “I’m going to get my man back.” *************** “Thanks for escorting me, Jason.” You whispered to your longtime friend as you grasped his large bicep. You walked slowly to make sure you didn’t step on your large white and golden ball gown. You hated the large dresses but looked forward to this gala because you knew this would be the day you had T’Challa all to yourself. Unfortunately, you weren’t on his arm. Jason has the same height as him and almost the same build but he wasn’t him. Jason was lightskin and you missed your chocolate man. “No problem. I always wanted to go to these fancy ass events and find a sexy ass celebrity shorty to pipe.” When you rolled your eyes and scoffed, he cleared his throat looking at you sheepishly. “Oh and to also help my dear friend Y/N get her African nigga back.” You laughed his antics hitting his chest. Jason was a whole clown but you still loved him like a brother. You turned your head and saw T’Challa staring straight at you. He had a sour look on his face and you cursed realizing what this looked like. Did he honestly think you would show up at a event with a new boyfriend knowing he would be here? You still smiled and made your way towards him. “T’Challa! Can we-“ You were cut off by him leaving his spot quickly and to go and socialize with other people. You sighed deeply wanting to slap yourself but you still continued after him. You were blocked by Okoye who had a stern look on her face. “Okoye! Nice to see you! Please let me talk to T’Challa.” You tried to move past her but she stayed in her place. “I can not allow that, Y/N. He does not want to see you.” Her stern face dropped when hurt came on your face. She looked sad instead. “You have hurt my king too many times, Y/N. I really like you but my job is to protect the king. That involves his heart as well.” “I’m hurting too, Okoye. These past two weeks, I’ve been crying my ass off realizing I made a huge mistake leaving him. I just need to talk to him.” Okoye sighed in exasperation shaking her head. “Please just leave him alone.” You looked down feeling your heart break even more but you weren’t going to cry especially with this expensive ass make up on your face. You felt stupid. Why the hell did you think T’Challa would want to talk to you after you looked him in the eyes and broke his heart? Just when you thought about giving up, you didn’t. You picked your head up and stood up to the general. “Okoye, I’m not gonna tell you again. Let me see T’Challa. I love him and I need to fix the mess I made. I will find a way to him. I lost him once and I’m not losing him again so move out of my way.” You commanded with eyes that dared her to deny you again. A tiny smile came across her face. “I knew you were fit to be a queen. Well, I am just going to look to my right side and not see you walk past me on my left.” Okoye looked to her right causing you to smile and move past her while whispering a “thank you.” Shockingly, you spotted T’Challa by himself going towards the men’s room. You moved as quickly as your heels allowed you and you grabbed his wrist pushing him into the women’s room. You locked the door behind you and tilted your head to see if there were any feet in the stalls. There was nobody here so you were free to talk. “What is the meaning of this? I do not have time for your ridiculousness! I am leav-“ “T’Challa, shut up and let me talk.” You rested your back against the door and you had pleading eyes. “Please.” T’Challa crosses his arms narrowing his eyes at you. “And why should I? You left me. You are my heart, Y/N and you just left me. You come here with that watered down black man as your date knowing I would be here and now you have the audacity to ask me to talk to you?!” You sighed trying your hardest not to laugh at him calling your friend a watered down black man. It was fucked up but funny. However this wasn’t the right moment to laugh in his face. “We’re not romantically involved, T’Challa. That’s my friend Jason. You’ve met him. I just brought him because he’s trying to get with Nicki Minaj. There’s a slim ass chance of that but I’m going to let him rock.” You shrugged your shoulders and glanced back at him. He seemed convinced so you continued. “You’re the only man I want. You gotta believe that.” “I remember meeting him now but I need to know. Since you have left me, have you seen anyone else?” T’Challa questioned walking slowly towards you. You bit your lip feeling defeat coming soon. “To get over you, I’ve been on a couple blind dates but they didn’t work out because I’m still in love with you!” T’Challa scoffed loudly making his way towards the door. “Move aside.” “No!” You roared and he stepped back looking away from you. “Don’t turn away from me. I’m pouring out my heart to you!” His eyes finally landed on you and you sighed backing off the door. “You own my heart. All this time, we’ve been together, my heart has been yours. I was so hellbent on me barely seeing you that I didn’t realize there was something even worse than that. Me not seeing you at all.” You sighed walking up to him and taking his broad hands in your smaller ones. “It took me sleeping alone to realize how much I missed your presence, how much I missed your touch, how I missed your morning kisses even though sometimes you didn’t brush your teeth yet so that morning breath was deadly.” T’Challa let out a laugh as he interlocked his fingers with yours and you joined in. “I missed that loud laugh as well. I’m sorry, baby. I shouldn’t have been so ungrateful and should be more understanding. You have a tough job and I didn’t make it any easier by leaving you.” He pulled into his arms and kissed your forehead gently. “Sithandwa sam, I must apologize as well. How do I have the audacity to call you my queen yet fail to treat you like one? I did some reflecting as well and I realized that my attempts were “half assed” I could’ve done more. I did treat you as my last priority when you’re not at all.” “I know that, sithandwa sam.” You replied leaning up to place a passionate kiss on his lips and his hand gripped your waist moving down to your ass giving it a small squeeze and you giggled pulling away from the kiss wrapping your arms around his neck. “Look at you speaking my language fluently. One way we could see each other more is you being involved with my duties.” T’Challa kissed you again. “I missed you so much. Let’s go out there. I have something I need to do.” T’Challa left the restroom with you right by his side, holding his hand tightly. He went up to Okoye and whispered in her ear. She smiled at the two of you and placed something you didn’t see in his hand. He continued to bring you up the front of the large ballroom and grabbed the microphone. “Hello everyone. May I have your attention? There’s something I need to do that should’ve been done a long time ago.” Once T’Challa had everyone’s attention, he turned to you smiling. “Entle, I’ve been in love with you ever since I met you and you’ve always been mine but I can not keep calling you my queen without making it official.” T’Challa dropped down to one knee while the whole room filled with gasps and cooing. You covered your mouth in shock letting the tears of joy flow down your face. “Y/N, please marry me and be my queen.” He presented an ancient, beautiful gold diamond ring taking your left hand ready to place it on your ring finger. You nodded vigorously with a grin on your face. “Yes! Oh Bast! Yes!” The whole room cheered as T’Challa placed the ring on your finger and lifted himself from the floor to kiss you. He hugged you tightly putting his lips to your ears. “I would love to take my fiancée back to Wakanda with me. But first, I would like to make love to her endlessly tonight.” You giggled with your heart swelling with love and joy. You got your man back and you were now engaged to be married to him. Today went better for you than you had expected. “You will get to do that, my king. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life right by your side.” “Right by my side.” T’Challa stated pulling you back in for another kiss.

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 6 years

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Broken Like Me (Part 3) - A New Friend

Summary: The reader gets some news about her recovery and runs into Dean again...

Masterlist

Pairing: Model!Dean x reader

Word Count: 4,100ish

Warnings: language

One Week Later

You raised an eyebrow when you saw Dean’s face on the front page of the news on Saturday.

“Oh God, what’d you do…” you said, clicking the link. It revealed the other part of the picture. One half was obviously from an ad, Dean looking amazing and perfect.

The other...the other showed blemishes, birthmarks, freckles, shit the guy had a fuck ton of freckles. It showed where his muscles had been made more defined in the touched up photo. It showed where he had bags under his eyes, creases at the corner from where he smiled. His jaw was defined but not the same way as the first photo. The first photo made him look like a freaking Ken doll now that you thought about it. The second, the second one was much prettier in your opinion and you figured that was the point.

“Hey,” you said, grabbing your phone, surprised when Dean answered your call.

“You’re not going to rip my head off again, are you?” he asked.

“I saw the news,” you said. “You posted some pictures on your instagram.”

“I lost the biggest contract of my career over posting that,” said Dean. “No underwear modeling for me. Oh well. I didn’t really want people taking pictures of my ass in tight boxers anyway.”

“Dean-”

“I got a shit ton of offers now. Stuff for real guys that you know, drink beer and hamburgers and I’m never eating another piece of fucking kale as long as I live,” said Dean.

“Why did you post the pictures?” you said.

“See, I don’t like the picture on the right. I hate it actually. I see a lot wrong with it because that’s what 12 years in this business did to me. But I’m a person and I guess if I’m going to figure out how to get you to not give a shit what other people think, I should start doing it myself,” he said.

“Seriously? You threw away a big job for that? You’re insane,” you said.

“Ok. It doesn’t change the fact that you got a problem with the way you see yourself,” he said. “I mean I got the same issue but I don’t jump down someone’s throat when they give me a compliment.”

“I told you-“

“I don’t know what’s going on with you, not really, but not everyone in the world is a dick,” he said.

You hung up on him, curling up on the couch and staring at the ceiling. You turned your head and glanced at your phone, wondering if you should just delete his number and be done with it.

A text popped up that told you you wouldn’t have to worry about that.

*Sorry for bothering you. I’ll never talk to you again.*

Three Weeks Later

You swallowed hard when you saw Dean walking out of Dr. Jones’ office with an older blonde haired woman. Dean looked away, the woman giving you a smile. Her hand was out of a cast but a big chunk of skin was gone from the top of it, leaving a bright red patch.

“Make sure to stop by the front desk and we’ll get you ready for the grafting on Friday,” said Dr. Jones with a smile, giving you one as well where you sat in the waiting room. “Y/N, you’re up.”

You caught Dean staring at you in your hat and scarf, his mother whacking him with her good hand.

“Dean, that’s rude,” she mumbled.

“That’s the girl dad hit,” said Dean quietly. Her face changed to something a few shades lighter, Dean shaking his head as you walked past. “She hates me, just let it go.”

“I’m so sorry,” said his mother as you paused. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” you said, giving them a nod before you followed Dr. Jones.

Thirty minutes later you felt even worse than when you got there.

Your insurance wouldn’t cover any procedures beyond the cream since they were considered elective and cosmetic. You could handle not taking care of all of the big scars. The ones on your torso didn’t matter that much, no one saw that ever and you could get by not wearing tank tops anymore. But the scar on your collarbone was high and some shirts wouldn’t cover it. Then there was the one on your face you absolutely wanted gone. It was your face and you hated every time you caught your reflection in the mirror.

“Crap,” you said as you walked out of the office, knowing what you had to do but hating it all the same.

Fifteen Minutes Later

“Mom! We’re not strapped for cash. I’m not asking for the money to go buy a fancy car. I need surgery,” you said, sitting in the driver’s seat, leaning your head against your hand.

“Oh, you don’t look that bad. Put some makeup on and you’ll be fine,” she said. “You could wear makeup more often you know.”

“Mom, put dad on the phone. Please,” you said, trying your best not to get upset while you were sat in the parking lot.

“Hi pumpkin,” he said after a minute.

“Dad, please be the rational one. Let me-“

“You’re not old enough to access your trust yet, Y/N. You’re the one that wanted to be a big girl and make her own way in the world,” he said.

“Dad! This doesn’t have to do with that. I have a job and pay for everything myself. I’m asking my very well-off parents for a little bit of help. That’s all I want. Take the money out of my trust. I don’t care about any penalties. Please, I can’t do it myself,” you said.

“I’m sorry, pumpkin but I can’t do that,” he said.

“Fine. Lend me the money and when I’m old enough I’ll pay you back with the money and-“

“Y/N. I said no,” he said.

“I just-“

“No. End of discussion,” he said. You bit your bottom lip, squeezing the steering wheel hard as he continued to speak. “Your mother and I are going to be staying in Europe until at least April so-“

“So no thanksgiving this week. No holidays. No anything. Again,” you said. “Shocker.”

“You sound like a spoiled child, Y/N,” he said.

“Sorry. I only wanted to see my family but almost dying didn’t even phase you. You probably wish I had so you could just have all your stupid money and travel all the time and forget I even exist,” you said, not caring that you were starting to cry.

“That is not true,” he said. “You need to learn to grow up and realize-“

“Grow up? I am a grown up. You made me grow up way before I was supposed to,” you spat out. “I should call one of my old nannies, you know, the people that actually raised me.”

“You do not need money to fix some stupid scars and acting like a child won’t make me give it to you. You don’t need it,” he said.

“Did mom even show you the picture I sent her? The one on my forehead is huge and-“

“Why do you care? You aren’t that pretty. Get some bangs or wear makeup if it makes you so wound up,” he said.

“Well thank you,” you said with a scoff to try and push down the pit in your gut that was overwhelming you. “I really appreciated that. I was only asking for a tiny bit of help, something that wouldn’t even be a drop in the bucket for you but who was I to think you gave a shit. I think it’d be better if we didn’t talk for a while.”

You hung up on him, tossing your phone in the seat and resting your head against the wheel.

You cried and shook for a few minutes before a knock at your door made you nearly shout. You turned away and wiped your face on your sleeve, turning back to see Dean frowning outside, a cup of coffee in a gloved hand.

“What?” you tried to say forcefully but it came out as a screech and you started crying again.

“My mom forgot her phone here,” he said. You glared at him through the window, Dean still standing there. You threw the door open, the cool air making your cheeks cold and your nose stuff up even more. “It’s caramel.”

He held the coffee cup out to you. You took it without thinking about it and felt your hands warm up, a small sip of it calming you down a little.

“Drive safe,” he said, turning around.

“Wait,” you croaked out, Dean spinning in his heels. “You’re not making fun of me, are you.”

“No,” he said quietly.

“Why do you talk to me?” you asked.

“Because you’re lonely and I’m lonely and you’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen in my life. I think we could be friends,” he said.

“But I’m not gorgeous,” you said.

“Agree to disagree then,” he said with a smile.

“Why are you still here?” you asked. “You don’t live in Lawrence.”

“I told myself I should stick around for my parents until they got better,” he said with a shrug.

“It’s been over six weeks,” you said. “Your mom looked pretty okay.”

“I know. They don’t need me,” said Dean.

“I don’t need you either,” you said.

“Nobody needs me, sweetheart,” he said with a sad smile.

“Don’t say that,” you said, a different kind of ache filling you up.

“It’s true,” he said with a shrug. “All I’m good for is being a pretty face.”

“You know...there can’t be two self-depreciators in this friendship,” you said.

“We could always take turns?” said Dean with a smile. You felt a smile on your face, despite the fact you could feel tears still spilling down your cheeks. “I take it I’m allowed to talk to you again?”

“Yeah,” you said, wiping at your face again.

“Do you want to talk about whatever caused this whole situation?” he said, waving his hand around.

“I hate my parents,” you said. “Oh, and I can’t afford surgery to fix what’s still wrong with me until I’m a lot older so there’s that.”

“Maybe you’ll win the lottery. You’re due for some good luck,” he said.

“I don’t seem to have that,” you said, taking another sip of the coffee. “Thank you.”

“I got to drop off my mom’s phone but maybe we could hang out tonight. Sam’s working on a big case and he’d rather have me out of the house anyways,” said Dean.

“I have...my thing on Tuesday evenings,” you said.

“Therapy? We can go after,” he said.

“Sure,” you said, Dean cocking his head at your car. “What?”

“Uh, I hate to be the bearer of even more bad news but you may or may not have a flat tire,” he said with a wince.

“Naturally,” you said, laughing to yourself. “My day was already going to shit.”

“I’ll give you a ride home if you want. My Uncle Bobby runs a salvage yard. I bet we can find you a decent tire for free if you don’t mind waiting until tomorrow,” said Dean.

“Free is good,” you said.

“Okay then, pretty girl, where are we off to?”

Four Hours Later

“Hm,” said Dr. Bram. You raised an eyebrow at him, getting a chuckle from him. “You had a long day by all accounts.”

“Yeah,” you said, playing with a piece of stray thread off of one of the pillows.

“Yet you seem to be in a much better space right now than I’ve seen you...quite possible ever. Why do you think that is?” he asked.

“Is this some sort of thing where I say I made a friend?” you asked, half-joking, half-not.

“Sure. A male friend too,” he said. “You have plans this evening with him, don’t you?”

“Yeah,” you said. “You’re the one making a big deal out of this, not me.”

“You are allowed to be excited for that, Y/N,” he said. “Going to have fun with a friend.”

“It’s not a date,” you said.

“I know. I don’t want to keep you either so I’m going to let you out a few minutes early and give you a homework assignment,” he said.

“Oh come on,” you said. “I haven’t gotten homework in two years.”

“We missed six weeks of sessions. A lot has happened since then including changes to your appearance which you refuse to talk about,” he said.

“So,” you shot back.

“So I’m giving you homework again until you start feeling safe to discuss it with me,” he said. You groaned but he handed you back your old notebook filled with assignments from over the past few years.

“Dr. Bram-“

“An essay,” he said.

“No! I’m not in school. I don’t-“

“You like to write. It’s one of your hobbies. You work from home too so this will not be a problem for you to find an hour over the next week to whip something up for me,” he said.

“Can I at least type it?” you asked.

“Yes,” he said. “But stick a copy in here.”

“Fine,” you grumbled, shoving the notebook in your bag.

“Five to ten things you like about your physical appearance. Two page minimum,” he said.

“I hate you,” you said, Dr. Bram shrugging. “Fine. But don’t expect it to be great or anything.”

“Mhm,” he said. You sighed as you stood up, following him out of his office as he closed up for the night. You spotted Dean on the couch in the front room, a laugh booming next to you.

“Dean! Good to see you,” said Dr. Bram as he walked over to him. “Are you back in town?”

“At the moment,” said Dean with a smile, giving him a handshake.

“I’m closing up for the night but if you’re looking for a spot, I got a few slots tomorrow,” he said.

“No, no, I’m doing good. I’m just waiting for Y/N to finish up so we can go have some fun,” said Dean. Dr. Bram nodded and gave you a smile.

“You’re in good hands with this one,” said Dr. Bram to you. “Have fun and next Tuesday-“

“Essay. I got it,” you said, rolling your eyes. “Goodnight Dr. Bram.”

“Goodnight,” he said. You walked out with Dean, sliding into the passenger seat.

“I can’t believe you didn’t take this car to LA,” you said, buckling your belt.

“I know. I missed my Baby,” he said with a smile as he sat down, running his hand over the dash.

“So...how do you know Dr. Bram?” you asked. “If that’s okay.”

“What gave it away?” he teased. “It’s cool. I saw Dr. Bram when I was a kid and then when I was a teenager again. There was a house fire when I was little. Everyone was fine but somebody said because I was quiet I was screwed up so I went to Dr. Bram. I liked going, I didn’t have to hear my parents fighting when I was there.”

“When you were older?” you asked, hoping you weren’t pushing too much.

“I got in a big fight with my dad. I think I wanted to join football. I don’t really remember it that well. He got mad and I got mad and it got out of control. My mom called the cops because dad punched a wall and they forced me and Sam to go to Dr. Bram weekly for like...a year. I just sort of kept going until I moved to LA,” he said.

“Both of you guys went?” you asked.

“Well, not together. Sometimes we did but...the cops were concerned we weren’t living in a good environment or some crap. Dad’s a dick sometimes and he makes mistakes but he’s not that kind of guy,” said Dean. “I mean, I think he wouldn’t let me join so I’d be safe. It’s probably why we’re still fighting. He worries too much.”

“You’re very open,” you said.

“No, no. I’m really not. I’m not embarrassed to talk about my problems with you though, unlike you which doesn’t even make sense. You have shitty luck but seem like a relatively normal person,” he said. “I’m the supermodel after all. I’m supposed to be the screwed up one.”

“You’re not that pretty,” you said, rolling your eyes.

“See! Finally, you’re starting to get it,” he said with a big smile.

“Let’s go get a drink, dork.”

“So besides pie, muscle cars and classic rock, what do you like, Dean?” you said with a smile, grabbing the other half of his uneaten pretzel while Dean munched on some of your fries.

“I think I like you which sucks because you really don’t like me,” said Dean.

“What? I like you,” you said, Dean grinning hard. “Oh shut up.”

“I do like you,” he said, looking across the bar. “But I don’t think rushing into this is good for either one of us.”

“Rushing into what,” you said.

“Dating. Let’s be friends first,” he said with a smile.

“Dating?” you said.

“Yeah. We’ve already established that I have the hots for you. It’s bound to happen at some point. Just warning you now,” he said, a smirk tugging onto his lips.

“What about me is so pretty then?” you asked, Dean shrugging. “Dean.”

“That’s a date question. We’re just hanging out,” he said with another smirk, sipping on his beer.

“You’re not going to tell me why you’re attracted to me,” you said.

“Exactly,” he said, pointing his beer at you.

“Why?” you asked.

“Me saying it isn’t going to make you believe it. See, I got to show you and then someday when I tell you, you’ll believe me,” he said. “Make sense?”

“I think you spent too much time in LA,” you said, rolling your eyes, eating the rest of his pretzel. “Again, aren’t you supposed to move back there?”

“I’m a model. I can work from anywhere. If there’s anything big I can hop a ride down to Dallas or Kansas City or St. Louis. I think I might be moving back to Lawrence permanently,” he said.

“Won’t you miss your friends? Your life? Your house?” you asked.

“They have these things called phones to talk to my friends and my apartment I own the lease on until the end of March and my life here is better than the one out there honestly which says something in itself. Any more ways you want to try to get rid of me?” he asked, stealing another french fry and giving you a wink.

“Friends don’t wink at friends like that,” you said.

“Cut me some slack,” he said, wiping off his hands. “Let’s go dance.”

“Dean! I don’t dance,” you said. “People watch other people dance.”

“They do, don’t they?” he said with a chuckle, grabbing your hand.

“No, Dean please, I don’t want to,” you said, trying to pry his hand off but it wasn’t any use. Dean released you though and you pulled your hands into your lap. “I’m going to use the bathroom.”

“Sorry,” he said quietly.

“It’s okay. Can you just watch my drink while I’m gone?” you asked. Dean nodded and you gave him a smile before you were headed for the ladies room. You sighed when you got inside. It was dark in the bar and no one cared that you were wearing a hat and scarf inside. But if you danced, you’d get hot and take it off and then people would see, including Dean and he only ever saw you with bandages covering your stitches so he didn’t even really know how bad you were and he actually probably thought you were hideous if he ever saw them and…

You flipped the toilet seat down and sat on it with your head between your knees, taking deep breaths.

“Excuse me? Y/N?” asked a voice you didn’t recognize. You stood up and flushed, wiping your face off before you left the stall. A woman was standing there, giving you a smile. “Y/N?”

“Yeah,” you said.

“Your friend was getting worried and asked if I’d check that you were alright,” she said.

“Yeah. The greasy food is bothering me is all,” you said. “I’ll be right out.”

When you got back to your table Dean looked a little relieved but mostly concerned.

“Are you okay? You were gone over twenty minutes,” said Dean. You scoffed. It couldn’t have been that long, five minutes max. “You were crying.”

“No I wasn’t,” you said.

“Your face is red,” he said.

“I wasn’t crying,” you said. “I’m fine. It’s getting late. I need a ride home.”

“Alright. I can drive you.”

“Thanks,” you said when Dean pulled up to your house.

“My Uncle said your car should be in your driveway around lunch. No charge,” said Dean with a nod.

“This is why we shouldn’t be friends. I’m a hot mess and you’re nothing but nice,” you said.

“You didn’t sue my parents when you had every right to. The accident was dad’s fault,” said Dean. “You’re the nice one.”

“Like you said, it was an accident,” you said.

“Still though,” he said. He looked at you, really looked at you and it took you half a second to realize he was closer.

He pressed his lips to yours, so soft and gentle and before you could even decide how you felt he was pulling away.

“Sorry. I had to kiss you at least once before you kicked me out of your life for good,” he said.

“I’m not...why would you think that?” you asked.

“I’m good at getting kicked out of people’s lives, that’s why,” he said.

“You didn’t answer my question,” you said.

“I can’t keep going back on this with you. Either you’re my friend or you’re not. Make a choice, right now. Please,” he said.

“We’re friends,” you said with a nod, not really sure what that meant at the moment considering what just happened. You opened the car door, pausing for a second. “Thanks.”

“Next time you’re buying,” he said with a smile.

“Sure thing,” you said.

“Was that okay?” he asked. “Kissing you?”

“It wasn’t not okay,” you said. “You said it earlier. Let’s be friends first.”

“Alright,” he said, catching your arm before you got out. “Earlier today in your car when you were upset...did your parents say you couldn’t come to Thanksgiving or something?”

“No. We aren’t having it is all,” you said. “They’re out of the country right now.”

“Do you want to come to ours?” asked Dean. “If you want. I know it’ll be weird with my parents but-“

“I’ve never actually gone to one,” you said. “Do you really make all that food?”

“I’ll pick you up at 11. Jeans are perfectly acceptable too,” he said. “And we totally make a ton of food.”

“I don’t…” you said, stopping yourself. You could wear makeup and something with a high collar, maybe a turtleneck. “If it’s okay with you family.”

“Yeah, of course it is,” he said.

“I guess I’ll see you in a couple days then,” you said.

“I’ll call you tomorrow.”

A/N: Read Part 4 here!

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supersoldierslover · 6 years

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A Messed up Situation Part 9

Summary: You have the perfect life in LA, there is nothing that you would change. However when your mom calls you telling you to drop everything because your father is sick. You see yourself going back home where you have to deal with your family and your first love Bucky Barnes.

Words: 2060

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: You guys are going to love me

I can thank you enough @unbetaedimagines you betaed this form and gave amazing in feedback

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

“Good thing I’m here…” You hear Logan say.

You feel like you are frozen in place; you can’t move. You take a long deep breath before getting up, you want to dig a hole in your garden and bury yourself there. This is not how you planned to do things.

You first stare at Logan and then at Bucky; you swear that you can cut the tension with a knife the way both men stare at each other. You feel like they could attack each other any second.

You on the other hand? You just want to solve this as quickly and painfulness as possible, without any fighting. “… I came here to talk since you weren’t answering my calls, but I guess I’m just a little late.” He says bitterly; you can’t help but nod and stare at Bucky.

The truth is that you’ve never seen him looking so protective of you; Bucky looks 3 times his size by the way he is standing with his arms crossed over his chest. You get close to Bucky, touching his arm. It was obvious that he was not going to move unless you told him too.

You are not afraid of Logan; he was never going to hurt you physically, but you wish Bucky could stay and make this a little easier for you.

You clear your throat “Bucky, please go home. We’ll talk later.” You say sweetly, meaning every word; you have a lot to talk to him about. “If you need anything, call me.” Bucky says, kissing your cheek and going to the car. You wait until you see Bucky’s car down the street before turning your attention back to Logan.

“I’m sorry.” You say, tuning to Logan; you didn’t want him to see you kissing Bucky. You are not in love with him with anymore and you don’t know when was the last time you were, but you didn’t want to hurt him.

“Are you sorry for kissing that man while we are together or for ignoring me this last week?” He says. There is no anger in his voice or emotion; he is choosing his words carefully. You hate that, he just saw you kissing Bucky

“Both, it was not mature of me to ignore you fthis whole week and I should have solved our situation before kissing James….” You don’t know how to finish your sentence; should you say that you don’t owe him anything? That he came here without respecting your wishes?

“You know what I don’t understand? We were perfect together I was going to ask you to marry me and after a few weeks in this place, everything changed… Why?” He asks, and you sigh; you don’t know what to say to him.

“I don’t know how to explain, Logan. We were good together, but never perfect. We both worked too much and didn’t spend time together… I don’t think we would be happy if we got married; we would be miserable.”

He takes a deep breath; he knows that you are right. t When was the last time you two had a date? Or

sex? Better yet, when was the last time you two kissed? Even before all this mess, when you stop to think about it, you two were together because it was convenient for both of you.

“What are you planning to do now?” He asks, and you shrug, “I don’t know, I’m just living one day at a time.” You say, not wanting to overthink things right now. Logan nods, “Well, when you come back home or if you come back to LA, I will be out of the apartment.”

You nod, feeling grateful for his selfless act, “Thank you, Logan.” He gives you sad smile, getting back to his car, “I hope you made a good choice.”

Saturday night couldn’t come fast enough. After your talk with Logan, you had a day and a half to prepare your father’s dream party. You helped your mom prepare all your dad's favorite foods; your sister helped with the decorations and your brother picked all their drinks.

In the meantime, you didn’t see Bucky, but you two kept texting each other. You talked about each other’s day, what you guys were doing and exchanging a few Selfies; You holding a lot of bottles of wine, him wearing a suit for a meeting, him with Lydia and you and your family with matching pajamas.

You can’t deny you had a really good time texting Bucky. It was fun and made you feel young almost like you two were teenagers again. For the party, you decide to wear a simple black dress, with matching high heels and red lipstick.

You don’t know what kind of party your father was planning on. While your brother bought every type of alcohol possible, your mom made lots of appetizers and tons of deserts, and your sister went with very classic and fancy decorations.

“You look beautiful.” Your father says when you get downstairs; you smile at him. For the first time in a long time, your father looks great. He looks happy and really healthy “Look who’s talking? You look amazing; mom really knows how to pick a suit.”

“I picked this one myself; well I had help from your magazine.” He says proudly and you couldn’t actually believe that he reads your magazine. “Well you did it better than any actor in Hollywood.”

Your father smiles, hugging you. “Well Cookie, you are too kind, now go on and have some fun. Just promise you are going to save me on dance, ok?” He asks, and you nod; you would do anything for your dad.

“I will save you as many dances as you want, dad.” You answer, giving him one more hug, letting your dad say hi to a few old friends.

You go outside, seeing Bucky talking with Steve and Sam. They look great; who would think that your two nerdy friends from high school would look so good as adults? They were strong, with beautiful smiles and a great fashion sense, especially Sam.

You wish that you were still friends with them; all you knew about their lives was because of social media.

You knew that Steve was married to a beautiful brunette and that they have a beautiful Labrador together named Thor. They looked like a really happy couple; they went on a lot of cute dates and they spent Sundays baking desserts.

You kept touch with Sam after high school; he went to NYU while you went to Columbia. So you two meet a few times for coffee and a few parties, but you wouldn’t say that you two were friends; you had two followed different paths.

When you moved to LA, he entered in the army. After two years, he went back home and started to working as a social worker. His Instagram was filled with pictures of him with Steve and Bucky and pictures of him with his kids he helps.

“Hey there, boys.” You say, smiling as you hug Bucky by the waist; Bucky kisses your forehead. “Why do I feel like I am in high school again?” Sam says playful; you roll your eyes at him, pulling him into a hug, “Shut up Sam.”

You say, letting go of him and hugging Steve instead. “I’m just saying, it’s almost like you two were 17 again.” You can’t help but blush; you don’t even know where you two stand right now.

Sure, you liked Bucky, and he likes you, but you two only kissed. It’s not like you two can continue your relationship from where it stopped. You’ve both changed and you two have to figure it out how things are going to work.

“You are just mad that I had a girlfriend in high school.” Bucky says to Sam; you can’t help but laugh. “Speaking of cute girls in your life, what about Lydia? Where she is?” You ask coltishly, trying to change the subject.

“She is with my mom; she has soccer in the morning.” He says proudly. You four keep talking about your lives. Steve tells you more about his wife, how she was a fancy lawyer and very British. How they are planning to have kids soon, but work keeps getting in the way.

Sam tells you about the girl that he is seeing, how he met her at work and how things are getting serious and they are thinking about moving in together. You tell them about your work, how hard the campaign for the new season was.

You also tell them how much you miss your friends, your apartment, and LA. However, what really catches your attention is when Bucky tells about how the Inn is doing; even though it’s a small town, business are doing great.

“I love this song, let’s dance.” You say when you hear one of your favorite songs from your teenage years. You rock your hips to the sound of the beat. You feel his presence behind you, so you turn around, smiling at him. You hug him by the neck, getting closer to him.

He places his hands on your hips, pulling you even closer .“I can’t stop thinking about you since that kiss, actually, I can’t stop thinking about you since the day we meet. You were the cutest girl in all of kindergarten” He says the first part really serious and the second a little flirtier.

“I wish I could say the same, but you were a little troublemaker. You used to hide my toys” You say playfully. You met Bucky when you were really young; he is only a couple of years older, and is friends with brother.

All your life you had Bucky around. You don’t know how you managed to stay away from him for so long. “Of course I did, I wanted you to come play with us, don’t blame me for wanting to spend time with you” He says playfully.

Before you can answer, he spins you around. You laugh, pulling him in for a kiss; For a moment, you feel like things couldn’t be better.

“I have a proposition for you” He says, breaking the kiss. You arch your eyebrows at him intrigued. Right now, he could ask you anything and you would say yes in a heartbeat. “Well, I’m listing” You say, playing with his hair. He blushes, licking his lips, “Tomorrow, I want to cook dinner for us”

You bite your lip; how can you say no to his adorable face? “I would love that, I mean, I could go for breakfast too” You say suggestively, kissing his neck. “Well, I could do both for you” You rest your rest on his shoulder. “So it’s a date or two dates” You say excitedly.

“I will have to ask my mom to babysit Lydia again” He says more to himself than to you. He sounds a little sad and you can imagine why. Your father told you that Bucky spends a lot of hours on the Inn working, so you imagined that he must miss her a lot.

“She can have dinner with us with you want” You say, not wanting him to spend more time away from his daughter. “You don’t mind?” He asks and you shake your head. “Of course not, she’s a sweetheart.”

You and Bucky keep dancing to song after song until you feel your father tapping your shoulder, clamming his dance. You two dance to three songs and only stop because your mom wanted to dance with your dad.

You swear that you’ve never seen your father so happy and full of energy. He had a natural glow to him.

“When you said that you wanted to have breakfast tomorrow morning, did you mean that you wanted me to pick you up early or that you wanted to spend the night in my place?” Bucky asks, whispering in your ear.

It’s almost the end of the party and most of the guests have already gone home. You don’t think your parents would really miss you if you disappear right now. “I was thinking that we share some pancakes but I really liked your idea more…” You say, grabbing his hand and going to his car that was parked outside.

PART 10

THIS IS THE BIGGEST PART SO FAR, SO MAY THINGS HAPPENED I’M SO EXCITED FOR WHAT IS GOING TO HAPPEN NEXT.

PLEASE LEAVE FEEDBACK, ESPECIALLY IF YOU ARE ON THE TAG LIST, I’M REALLY EXCITED FOR THIS SERIES.

#bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #marvel imagine #marvel x reader

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lightsandlostbells · 6 years

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Druck episode 1 reaction

I’m really enjoying Druck so far! My ideal remake would be to start with a new script and story, for sure, but this one seems very in line with Skam’s principles and style. I found myself looking forward to upcoming clips.

Clip 1 - Jonas gets on a soapbox

I really love that they revamped Jonas’ opening monologue to something that is apparently relevant to German teenagers and potentially lays out some of the themes covered in the show, and that it kept the rough, raw look of the visuals.

THEY LOOK. AGE APPROPRIATE. Thank Godddd

One of the things with Skam France and Skam Italia is that a lot of people reacted by saying, “wow, they’re all so beautiful” and internally I was like nnnnnnnoooOOOOO that’s not the point but I didn’t want to be a dick about that.

Lol at the same song playing when Leonie walks across the yard being the same song in the Skam Italia trailer. According to Wikipedia, “Bad Girls” has also been used in Skins, Gossip Girl, and 90210. It is to teen drama shows what “Hallelujah” is to sad crying scenes.

Well I immediately bought this Isak (Matteo?) having a crush on Jonas, just saying.

As far as cutting to Matteo similar to how Skam France showed Lucas … I preferred this because it’s not giving away Matteo’s feelings. Lucas definitely had a vibe that ~Something More was up that the audience should suspect. This wouldn’t have pinged me, as a new viewer, that Matteo has a secret that Hanna doesn’t know. Like I could have bought he was just bored of watching his friends make out.

Clip 2 - Hanna and Jonas in the bedroom

So Hanna and Jonas have great chemistry so far! They definitely have that easy, established couple feeling and seem comfy with the physical affection.

Youth by Daughter is such a Skam song that I’m sort of shocked it hasn’t been used already.

I was hoping for another glimpse of Matteo but I will accept his love of memes.

Is the Hero Party Druck’s version of Russ? Sounds like. Is it a party where people dress up as superheroes?

Clip 3 - Amira’s introduction

Um, YES. Good job, Druck.

This scene was a brand new spin on an existing clip! This is really what I want to see - taking the old material and making it fresh and distinguishable.

So the theater kids were changed into a refugee welcome group, and of course they assumed Amira was a refugee. I liked that they established this specific commentary.

The girl from the club gives Amira a little smile after she explains the purpose of the group as if to be like “we help people like YOU” and Amira’s just like yep … not this shit again.

Amira! Loved her immediately. She and Hanna probably just did their homework in companionable silence after this encounter, but it’s already pretty cool that the Sana character is the first one of the girl squad established (other than Eva/Hanna).

There’s a sign for a party in the background, is that the Hero Party?

Also, I like Hanna making a self-deprecating joke about herself being the one who needs tutoring.

But honestly, how lovely that Amira got to share this moment with Hanna and even make a joke about white Germans. Because you know plenty of white people Would Not Get It.

Aside from his cultural obtuseness, I’m kind of fond of that dude and his giant hair.

Clip 4 - Matteo gets a ticket to the love nest

Well this remake just came out and said what I thought was always implied, that the reason Jonas doesn’t want Matteo to be alone is because of his family. I don’t mind this dialogue being forward since “weird family” could pertain to a lot of things, not necessarily serious (I don’t know what the exact words imply in German). Like, his family could be really into hunting for cryptids. It’s vague enough not to take it too seriously.

Listen, while I love Hanna and Jonas so far and think they have terrific chemistry, I could totally ship Jonas and Matteo. Jonas just seems really fucking excited about Matteo coming with them.

Where the fuck did Matteo come from???? It was like he teleported. We saw right over Hanna’s shoulder before he appeared and no one was there.

Though I see he took a pic of them while they were chatting that he posted to IG, lmao.

I kinda like this casual loungey, come up and sling an arm over your shoulder Matteo. He definitely seems the most chill of the Isaks so far.

ALSO they did the whole thing of Matteo watching them leave, HOWEVER this is why it works for me here more than in Skam France: they don’t show his face. They don’t make it seem like he has a secret. I definitely think you can infer that, but I also think you can infer something more simple, such as how it’s symbolic of how he’s the third wheel in this relationship. I think OG Skam did that best by having Isak trail after them, but this wasn’t too OTT.

So it looks like we’ll be getting the full cabin episode, not just a weekend?

Clip 5 - Party

The title card being for Monday is a pretty big mistake, though I saw that the official account responded to it and apologized.

Hanna singing as she’s getting dressed is a really nice touch. We all have our getting-ready-to-go-out anthems.

Mia is already feels more like Manon than Noora, in that she’s a got more of a softer, sweeter initial vibe. I did like that they showed her watching Hanna get dragged by Leonie and deciding to cheer her up. And that they had her clarify that she had to leave (for some unspecified reason) because it was always kinda funny that Noora made a dramatic first impression and then disappeared into the night, leaving Eva wondering “who is that mysterious yet sexy stranger...”

Vilde (Kiki?) giving an actual description of Sam makes sense, like damn, there could be a dozen Sams in that club. And having the mix-up still happen is a bonus.

But most importantly, obviously, is that Kiki thinks girl Sam is extremely hot. Look, one of these remakes has to deliver on gay Vilde. Don’t keep dangling the carrot and then taking it away. plz.

I LOVE Amira and this seems like a major change in characterization from Sana? Not that Sana was allergic to fun, but I have a hard time seeing her show up at parties without her squad. Amira is actually present at parties and dancing - alone, it looks like - which is something I wondered about Imane in Skam France. What made Imane want to get in on Daphne’s party? If they go with another “the girls are planning to throw a party” plotline as a way to do russ, then it’s a decent setup for Amira to actually be seen partying. But I really hope that they take this shift in characterization to greater depths and don’t just kind of adapt Sana’s dialogue and personality around Amira. I really want to see a distinct character develop, and this is a good start.

I instantly want to see more of girl Sam and I kinda love that she’s the character with the distinctive lipstick on this show.

Kiki being like “you both have the same name, you’re both black, we get it, super funny” and asking them to leave - damn, congrats on making the worst first impression of the Vildes? Even if I get that she’s upset at the moment.

Penetrator (?) Sam seems a bit dorkier and less like a douchebro. But maybe I just feel that way because he’s posing with his cat on Instagram.

Liked that they put in Hanna sitting in front of the mirror taking off the makeup, her hair messier, as a contrast to the fun sexy getting ready scene. Just some quiet reflection of the bummer kind. That’s always how it feels after a party that turned out to not be so fun. At attempt was made to be social … and the attempt had limited success.

Changing Hanna’s parent from a mom to a dad (assuming there’s only one parent around) is a small yet potentially interesting change. Especially because conventionally, relationships between daughters and mothers are considered to be tighter than relationships between daughters and fathers, though this is by no means universal. I’m quite excited to meet Hanna’s dad and see how the parent-child dynamic plays this time around.

General comments:

From what I can tell, some of the Druck actors are in their teens and some are in the 20-22 age range. Because overall these do seem to be younger, inexperienced actors, I’m more inclined to be lenient on their performances than the other remakes. I think this is fair - Skam France and Skam Italia cast older actors to play teenagers, and in the case of Skam France many of them had already been in movies and TV shows (not sure if it’s the same for Skam Italia), so I do have higher standards for their acting. If they are going to sacrifice authenticity, then it better be for the sake of talent, otherwise what’s the point?

I mentioned this in a Skam France post too but I find it distracting that the clips end with a title card, even though they might not be able to do anything about it. It’s just a little reminder that you are watching a TV show and it takes away from the immersive experience.

One thing I noticed on Instagram is that a lot of the characters seem to have pictures of them when they were babies/little kids. That’s pretty typical for people to post on social media, it was just common enough that it caught my eye. (Hanna/boy Sam/girl Sam/Kiki, if you want to look. Cuuute).

I saw some people thought Matteo was too obvious in his feelings for Jonas, but while I thought the chemistry was there, I personally didn’t feel that it was too distracting.

On that note, I’ve been thinking about whether it’s OK to show characters other than Hanna’s (Eva’s/Emma’s) POV and I think what generally works for me is:

a) does this shot reveal something that our main girl couldn’t pick up on from the rest of the context of the scene

b) does this shot reveal something that the audience shouldn’t yet know

c) is this shot taking over our main girl’s big emotional moment.

If so, not a good idea. Basically I think what works for me is brevity and ambiguity.

The reception to Druck seems to be very positive so far, going off the tag’s content. I think the enthusiasm is support for the idea that many Skam fans aren’t 100% opposed to the remakes as long as they feel like the show captures the spirit of the original series.

However, it would have been interesting to see what the reception would have been if Druck premiered first - is it that Skam France was more polished than some people preferred, and Skam Italia had some aspects from the casting and the trailer that turned people off, that Druck seemed like a strong alternative? Or if Druck premiered first, would we be more cynical about it? (I think this could have been true to a degree, but there are also some changes, like Amira’s introduction, that might have intrigued the fandom.)

I am feeling good about this show but I’m also trying to keep my expectations in check, lmao. If I expect it to completely revamp the Skam S1 storyline I’ll probably be disappointed; however, what I hope for it is at least some minor changes in characterization that create distinct, consistent personalities and that they write the script forward from these changes rather than contorting the story to fit them, if that makes sense.

I think calling it Druck is in itself a good sign, in that it seems more indicative of wanting to create a clear identity outside of a Skam remake and appeal to German teenagers. “Skam” is not a word that means anything to French/Italian viewers unless they know the original show.

#druck reactions

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officialthiamlibrary · 6 years

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Happy Friday!! We’re back at it again, with an exclusive profile of the one, the only @fandomtrashwhore, aka Marie! You’ve seen her instagram aesthetics, from Hunger Games to Parent Thiam AU to New Years’ AU. And now, we had the opportunity to learn more about her creative process and her life well…behind the screens. Let’s get it started!

Marie! Why not start us off with a simple introduction. Who is fandomtrashwhore? Or the artist behind her? The twist: the word count should be equal or less than the # of letters of the characters in your favorite TW rarepair ship.

Theo Raeken + Mieczyslaw Stilinski = 29

My name is Marie, I’m 19 years old and from Germany. My life is dedicated to my fandoms but besides that I’m an apprentice as an technical product designer.

Ha, I see whatcha did there with ‘Mieczyslaw.’ Smart, very smart! A Technical Product Designer! What does that entail? Do you like it so far?

I don’t know if there’s a perfect translation for it and I’m bad at explaining (that’s why I’m not a writer and my answers in this interview are gonna be shit :’D). I like the 3D drawing part most and till now I’m quite good at it and even ‘job school’ is pretty good. I feel like Hermione cause I always know the answer and my grades are on point af (which definitely wasn’t like that in my previous schools. I never said anything in class).

Pst, who said you have to be a good writer to have a good time? Just do you haha. That’s what we’re all here for any. That’s super interesting though. What’s another thing our fandom would be surprised to know about you?

I have to confess that I didn’t really mind Theo or Liam before season 6? Like I knew they were there and I liked them but I was too focussed on other characters + I didn’t know they wanted to end Teen Wolf then and felt like they wanted to shove the main pack away to replace it with Liam and his gang. (Now I’m all over the puppy pack ).

AND I watched the whole show till 5B or season 6 (not so sure) in one go and that’s why it felt like Theo and Liam both joined around the same time. (Even if there was one whole season between them…wtf.) I remember that I sometimes couldn’t even tell who was Liam and who was Theo cause I thought that they ‘looked alike’…BITCH WHERE? This is more than embarrassing, but every time I watch a show in one go I have trouble learning the names (when the name is said in the show I usually know who they mean but if I talk about it to someone I sometimes can’t remember the names cause I watched 3 seasons within a week…. :’D ). I definitely need to rewatch and appreciate them more this time cause they’re such amazing characters.

*Actually Cackling* Were there any other characters you were hazy on? Like, would Garrett be the “angry, tiny blonde one” to you?

No it’s embarrassing af. :’D And I know who Garrett is and what he did and he was indeed an angry tiny blonde kid, but I don’t remember details. Sadly (I mean I think he only was there for a few episodes so I don’t think there was much detail so I’m good as long as I know his storyline). :’D

Truth. When I started watching Supernatural, until (at least) midseason 2, I called both Sam and Dean, DeanSam cause they were always together when someone addressed them. So, you’re not alone, eek. Now, THAT’S embarrassing.

So, how did you go from ‘kid, what’s your name?!’ to Thiam instagram aesthetics and our fandom? What drew you in?

I think I jumped on the train quite late (cause as I said I didn’t really mind them), but I think I shipped them before but just realized it last season. So, I think I first felt something for them during their fight in the hospital because I was ‘fun-shipping’ them (not really fun but I wasn’t deep into it cause I didn’t bother checking their ship name or anything but I was like ‘lol. They’re gay for each other) during 6B and then I completely lost it in episode 6 of that season and realized that it is a real thing and it’s love.

From that moment I was a mess and died the last few episodes cause I thought they either make it canon or kill Theo off (and maybe make it canon) but neither happened so….ok. :’D I’m sad that I only had like two weeks left with them but since then it’s been a wild ride and they brought me new internet friends ( a whole pack) and made me tumblr fame … it’s crazy how inspiring they are for edits. I just can’t stop. :’D

BUT how I found my way into the Teen Wolf fandom is a bit funnier I think…(at least for me) :’D

This has now become the moment where I ask, “Marie, can you tell us how you got into the Teen Wolf fandom? Lol”

Idk if it’s funny if you don’t know my friends and me personally. But I always had this little group to talk about series with. Mostly The Walking Dead and Game Of Thrones but sometimes other series. A friend of mine, Lucas, once mentioned that there’s a series called ‘teen wolf or something like that’ and that he knows that one character looks like one of our classmates (his name is Tobi). He was talking about Derek and even showed me a pic AND HE REALLY FUCKING LOOKS LIKE HIM (I mean in close up you know it’s not him but you know…).

He already had a beard really really soon (he looked like 20 when he was 15 or something because of it) BUT NOW he looks even more like Derek cause I met him again, like a year ago, in a club and he lost weight and is working out now and….he’s really a Derek look alike (I wish I could show you but privacy…).

After laughing about that I never heard about that series again till I watched the trailer on youtube, and I have no idea why, but it was around new years eve 2015 to 2016 cause I thought about starting it and told a friend of mine on new years eve and showed her the trailer and she also thought it was cool and we started it about a week after that and binge watched the shit out of it.

BUT I ALWAYS HAD THAT PICTURE OF MY CLASSMATE IN MIND WHEN I SAW DEREK. And I still call Derek Tobi when I talk to my best friend who doesn’t watch teen wolf about teen wolf and want to explain something to her.

Lol are you kidding me?! That’s hilarious! And, I’ll raise you. I have a friend Michael who is a spitting image of Scott–skin tone, jaw, hair and all. I wonder if your Tobi/Derek and my Michael/Scott met, would they have a Scott-Derek-esque relationship haha! Since we’ve veered towards Friends, let’s say you, 4 characters from TW, and 1 of you personal friend were living in a Friends-type sitcom. Who’d you bring into your inner circle and which antics would yall get up to?

Ok! This is exciting! So it would be Stiles, Theo, Mason, Liam and my best friend Michelle (she doesn’t watch teen wolf but the hell do I care). We would just be such a funny sassy pack. Do you know that ‘meme’: ‘My friendship comes in 3 levels: Sass, insults, inappropriate sexual humor’? That would be so us. Michelle and me are basically Stiles and that meme describes our friendship so well; we’re really soulmates so I want the whole pack to become that close too.. Theo is a sassy ass anyways and Mason is also on fire.

Liam would suffer under our jokes and always be the one who makes bad jokes only he laughs about and the rest just laughs about him, but we still love him. Michelle and me would ship the hell out of Theo and Liam (and Mason and Corey are goals af). Mason would be sceptical at first but together with Corey–I can’t have Mason without Corey…sorry?–we get him to join us.

Sometimes, Liam and Theo even go with it and flirt for fun just to piss Stiles off who somehow ended up stuck with us after Scott left for college and Stiles decided to quit the FBI and now works as a police officer at the station. Of course, Thiam gets real and no one really notice it at first cause we think it’s just another prank on Stiles until we catch them making out in my kitchen during a pack meeting. There are also a few other pranks since we’re the sassy pack. Stiles mostly uses his position as a police officer, like towing our cars or getting us a ticket. Theo’s pranks are a bit shocking at the beginning since he needs to learn how to be a decent human being. Liam and my pranks fail most of the time. Michelle and Mason are the prank master team; they always come up with the craziest ideas.

Yassss of course, Corey would be there. There’s always a significant other who’s there so often, they become part of the group lol. That sounds like my kind of party, all the chaos and sassy destruction. All the creativity, it’s the perfect segway to our next topic of the day: fandomtrashwhore, aka your creativity.

If your creativity was a person, what type would they be? What would they do? Wear? Listen to? Handle conflict?

I think it would just be a furious working single mother? Cause during the week I’m working and even if I have nothing to do after work I only seem to be able to edit at weekends and then I sacrifice my whole weekend to it like it’s my child. And furious cause once I have an idea in my head, I drown myself in pic finding which can be so exhausting and I bet I look like a stressed single mom during that cause I’m having so many tabs open and so many search phrases to throw at google in my head at the same time.

I also have specific pics in my head and I could cry if I don’t find a perfect pic to fit that image in my head. I mostly listen to the Airplanes playlist I made while editing but I also love artists like Ed Sheeran and Halsey so that would also fit quite well to keep that person calm and grounded. I also think my creative process is quite vulnerable and moody cause sometimes I can’t wait to edit and other times I feel like I never want to edit again and I need to force myself to (during editing I love it again tho). And vulnerable cause like I said I hate when I can’t find a decent pic and could cry. Same goes for if the app crashes during a long edit or if something won’t go how I want it and my patience dies.

Does that single mother furiously create outside of the Thiam fandom too?

Yes, I do social media au’s for all my fandoms (at least I want to, till now I only have a few.) I’m not a writer but I have a started Sherlock fanfic with a trailer (I like the trailer tho and some one shots to several fandoms on wattpad. I’m ashamed of them cause I’m a bad writer but I can’t stop trying :’D So here’s my Wattpad. Don’t expect too much!!

I mentioned the trailer for my Sherlock before and right now I’m also working on a trailer ( more like ‘short movie’) for and OC (who ended up to be Marie Avgeropoulos) x Negan from The Walking Dead.Till now it’s 13 minutes long and I love the shit out of it. I never drew for a fandom before (german youtube back in the days, I had instagram fanpages. I still have them but I don’t edit for them anymore cause series took over my life. If you know german youtube and are interested contact me but they’re not that important for most of the people reading this, I think. ANYWAYS, what I wanted to say is that I want to draw something Thiam or rather Airplanes themed soon.

Oh AND I and my best friend (Michelle from before) used to write our fanfics (mostly about german youtubers) over whatsapp back in the days. It was legendary but also very unrealistic and hilarious. Sadly, we lost most of them when we got new phones which breaks my heart.

Dang, that’s tragic. Thankfully, you still have the memories. From trailers to Whatsapp/Wattpad fics, they’ve all led you to this moment: Instagram aesthetics. How’re you inspired when choosing a theme?

Most of the time I find a pic that inspires me to an edit theme. E.g., I saw the 3rd pic of The Buck’s party pic on Liam’s profile for the engagement & wedding edit coincidentally on tumblr or something and was like: “Yes, that could be Liam carried by Stiles and the boy on the right is Scott and the girl is Lydia and the pic was taken by Mason….why would something like this situation happen….A BUCK’S PARTY! I NEED TO DO A ENGAGEMENT AND WEDDING AU. Then, the other pictures and ideas just find their way.

I also accept requests (like the new year eve one) or I’m inspired by a post (like for example when I did the Thiam Mykonos one.

And when you search for photos, what’s your process for choosing the best ones?

Most of the time, the story of my au’s is formed by the pics I find. Like I have an idea and look for pics and then I see which pics make a logic story. Most of the time, I don’t know myself how I find so good pics and I bet I could never find them again (I tried once after I lost some), cause I found them so deep in the internet. Mostly, I google pretty weird sentences and I wonder what the NSA is thinking of me. :’D For example, I googled “Throwing Tampons” for an Airplanes related edit once. I bet whoever observes me thinks I’m a killer when I look for aesthetics (especially when I did the The Walking Dead aesthetics) and googled for bloody pics. I nearly threw up a few times tho while doing so.

Finding pics is a harder job than you might think; I would say it takes more time than the editing itself, but I can’t say for sure cause once I start editing I’m lost in some sort of tunnel and suddenly it’s dark outside. When I want to google for ‘natural’ pics, I mostly add ‘snapchat’ or ‘instagram’ behind it (e.g. ‘couple eating take out food snapchat’). Also, you can find good pics on pinterest (my Pinterest name is ‘Marie Rosa’ btw), especially aesthetical and gay couple pics!

Deciding is even harder cause I often have 50 pics in my folder and can only use 12. Then, I check which one I definitely want to have in the edit and which I liked best and are the most decent ones to the images I had in mind.

When there are people on it, it’s also important that they look like the characters they should portrait. After that, I still have 20 pics left and cry because I love them all. Then I make two new folders to decide which ones are for Liam’s and which ones are for Theo’s profile and then I delete some more pics with a hurting heart (or I save them for other edits some day) and look which pics fit best together (when I edit aesthetics, similar color is a big topic). The biggest mess is when I get more ideas during editing or realize that one pic I thought I liked doesn’t fit at all and stop to look for more pics and the whole order I had is thrown away again and I need to start again. :’D

My goodness, I remember seeing you and Sammy (@glitter-cake20) talk about finding pics before on Discord, but that is…really involved. Are there times when you create your own images instead? If so, which edits/manips have been your favorite?

I would say the Hunger Games one was my best manip, but I also like the one in the Thiam parent AU where I replaced Cody’s cat with a baby two times. And, nearly all manips I did for my Airplanes series, especially Disney Kiss (I just edited Dylan on Cody’s ex-girlfriend…lol…no regrets), the bowling pic, all the pack video calls in which I added some more heads and the ones of Derek and Stiles in NYC. I also love the one of Mason and Liam carrying watermelons in the Dirty Dancing AU and the whole Daredevil Thiam (+Morey) AU is also one of my favorites cause it’s so aesthetical. I mean in the end I nearly love them all cause I wouldn’t have posted them if not.

You’ve mentioned CaptainMintyFresh’s Airplanes a few times. What inspired the idea to make instagram posts for the guys’ journey? So far, which has been your favorite chapter to conceptualize? And why?

I don’t really know how it started but I was editing my other ones and Tagan kept mentioning certain pic scenarios. (I think it was around the waterpark chapter.) I was just like: ”She’s giving so many good patterns why don’t you try to make Insta profiles to the chapters.” It was one of my best decisions cause I loved it, even if it was a pain in the ass! I finally managed to catch up and since then I feel so empty…sounds strange but my past few months were spend with Thiam and Airplanes and suddenly, I’m free. I was looking forward to editing other things again and I did but on the other side, I feel lost and don’t even know what to edit or I’m not in the mood. I have an Airplanes hangover or something. :’D

My favorite to conceptualize were probably the Disney chapters (it used to be the lake chapter but since editing Disney, I like that more) but every chapter was fun in it’s own way. (I’m planning on doing a commenting on the airplanes edits after Airplanes is finished).

I also think you can see how my skills improved while editing when you look at the first chapter edits and the last ones. That’s maybe the thing I’m most grateful about; it gave me the chance to experiment and grow along with the Fic and the characters.

Aww, that’s quite poetic. And, now we have Chapter 39 out, so you must feel the inkliest bit complete!

And, now I can feel the inkiest bit better about the next question to come.

CHALLENGE TIME! If you seen how BTS works, you know we love giving you the Time to Shine! For your first challenge, you can bring any of your insta posts to life in the TW Universe. Which would you choose? Set the scene for how that pic was taken.

I mean I would say the airplane series but it’s not my story so I’m gonna go with one of my single edits.

Then I would say the Parent AU cause I’m a bitch for parent Thiam. I’m gonna go with the pic of the crying baby with the title ‘Great. My son has my husband’s attitude’.

Liam sends Theo to the store with Leo after a discussion so he has some peace and can clean the house without interruptions. Leo won’t stop crying on top of his lungs in the middle of the store and Theo sighs while resting his forehead on the shopping cart (I hope that’s what it’s called).Then, he looks up again and gets his phone out to snap a picture and post it to show everyone that not only Liam is a whining little shit torturing him but now also his son. He laughs at himself for the joke which makes Leo stop crying and laugh with him instead. Theo takes that as an encouragement for his joke and carries him on his arm for the rest of the shopping trip, When they return home, he’s greeted by Liam who’s trying to look pissed but fails and just smirks at him and giving him a slight slap on the arm.

Hahahaha, yes! Dig it. And yes, it’s totally called a shopping cart (at least in my state). One final challenge before we wrap up? Since your images are always so unique to the theme, which pictures/ types of pictures would you use for these one word/phrase prompts:

Celebrity

Stuck at the Airport

Blind Date Gone Wild

Do you just want one pic or a collage of some good pics I would use? BUT I would love to do the whole edit. :’D

Heck yeah, we’d love a whole edit!!

FINALLY, done! Amen.

Wow!! I’m stunned. Over 80 pictures. 6 Days. 3 WHOLE POSTS!?! Plus Comment Posts! Honestly, how do you do it? Everyone, definitely go check these out; their linked with their respective challenges below!

[ Celebrity | Stuck at the Airport | Blind Date Gone Wild ]

While we all marvel at that, can we expect any other Thiam instagram themes from you in the future?

Of course. I have an Thiam folder with 357 a folder for the upcoming Mockingjay AU with 37 and my airplanes folder with still 194 pics. Somehow and someday I’m gonna use them all. Planned is to finish the Hunger Games series, cause I still need to do Mockingjay and I also have so many good parenting pics left so there’s definitely going to be another parent Thiam AU and some random ones.

It depends on my mood and requests I get or if I’m suddenly inspired by a pic to edit a specific theme. I also want to make more of Thiam x other fandoms, like Maze Runner, Divergent and so on but I also want to edit for so many other fandoms and ships. Why is there so less time in my mortal life?

Who knows? If only time stopped during the Fandom spurts of our lives, then we could enjoy it as long as we wanted to. Aww, I’m sad to see us come to an end. Marie, what’s next for you?

Finish my apprenticeship in 2020 and have a job after that + moving out. The next thing I’m saving money on right now is my own car till august (I also want my first own TV and playstation and need a new laptop any maybe smartphone :’D). Other fix dates this year are german comic con in december or turning 20 on 27th June.

Of course, I’m gonna drown myself in more fandoms and editing (I mean I’ve already watched 7 new series in 2018).

Oooh, which new shows? (I know I said we were ending lol, but shows are my drug!)

I finally got myself netflix since streaming became officially illegal (it wasn’t actually legal or illegal before but they couldn’t do anything to you and it was safe) here last year and I used it to watch all the marvel netflix productions like Jessica Jones, Iron Fist, Daredevil, The Defenders, Luke Cage (which I haven’t finished cause Netflix won’t let me, every 30 seconds it crashes) and The Punisher. Jessica Jones and Daredevil are my favorites out of them. Then, I also watched How To Get Away With Murder….IT’S MY FUCKING NEW RELIGION! Coliver is giving me more than life. They’re goals.

(In case anyone is interested in what I’m watching and stuff here’s my TV TIME name: MarieRo)

OMG, Ok, Ok, let me end this before I start a rampage about all things Marvel. Thanks so much for hanging with us at the Thiam Lib and letting us get to know you! Is there anything else you’d like to add, including any life/creating wisdom? Write until your heart’s content.

There are SO MANY intelligent things to say, but I’ll go with: Don’t give a shit about what other people think but always be open for other people’s opinions and teachings BUT don’t believe anything blindly. Just survive somehow tbh.

I have some other blogs on tumblr: @marierosaurus (random shit I like, sexual or funny af, just everything) @music-is-all-i-need-in-life (my music fandoms) @edsheeranfanblog (as you can maybe tell….a blog for Ed Sheeran?) @youtube-fan-live (blog for mostly german youtube)

(Instagram (about my traveling and just random private instagram shit): marierosarius)

I also want to thank you Minna for doing all this (bts is such a cool idea and keeping us inspired with the movie fest and stuff has to be so much work!) and especially for inviting me in the Thiam Discord pack chat 4 or 5 month ago. It’s been a wild ride and I maybe would’ve never known about that chat without you.

I love that chat and how we spend the christmas holidays together and thiam got so much more intense and it’s not even only about thiam anymore we also exchange about many other fandoms and we cried so many smut tears together (I mean that nsfw chat is on fire and I remember voice chat talks between in that christmas holidays we will burn in hell for and I love it :’D) and also fluff and angst tears but mostly smut tbh.

Just thanks for everything the Thiam community gave me, I said earlier that thiam gave me ‘tumblr fame’ and that sound stupid but it did, cause I edited before and nobody gave a single shit and reblogged or liked anything. Thiam was the best thing that could happen to me, even if I mostly edit for myself cause I like it and it’s fun, I can’t deny that it motivates you and makes you happy when other appreciate your work. Even not Teen Wolf or Thiam related posts / reblogs are noticed and it makes me so happy. Ok, sorry for bothering you with all my stupid talking. All I have left to say is: Meow

Awww, thanks so much for the love! Hahaha, our first Discord chat feels like so long ago now lol. And I also wouldn’t be here without my other Thiam Library Mods, esp Tiffany, Esme, Lizzie, Euthoxia, and Vis. They keep me inspired and grounded when life gets crazy. Just as you all, the Thiam Fandom, keep us inspired with your interactions and massive talent. We love you all!

With that, Behind the Screens presents Marie to you! If you want even more, you can read her questions that didn’t make it into the official interview here! Of course, the conversation doesn’t stop here. Not only can you chat with her on her 4 other blogs AND TV TIME, you can find her at these places too:

Main Tumblr: fandomtrashwhore

Inbox/Ask: fandomtrashwhore ask

Wattpad: Marierosarius

Instagram: marierosarius

Snapchat: marierosarius

Twitter: MarieRosarius

She’s also accepting prompts and the like, so hit her up!

We’d like to thank Marie for entertaining our many questions and challenges!! We have tons more BTS coming in the next few weeks, so stay on the look out for those <3

Have a Thiam Creator you fan over? Send us their names. Likewise, if you as the creator, would like to be a part of the Behind the Screens series, give us a shout too! We’d love to get to know you, as well.

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Fic: Operation Secret Santa

Klaine Advent 2017 Day 22: Width

Summary: After finally meeting Sexy Santa in the last chapter, today we go back and find out what really happened at Kurt’s when Blaine took his drunk ass home weeks ago. (2800 words)

Also on AO3

Chapter 22

A few weeks ago…

“So it’s an entire bar decked out in Christmas decorations?” Sam asked as he pulled his coat closed against the cold.

Blaine nodded. “Yeah, it’s a whole thing. Decorations, themed drinks, I think they keep one of the tvs on Hallmark. Last year they had a sleigh you could take pictures in, along with a full sized cutout of Beyonce wearing a Santa hat.”

“And it’s worth standing out here for an hour and a half to get in?”

Blaine turned and looked back at the line snaking its way down the sidewalk. The Miracle on 10th Street, or the Yellow Canary as it was known for the other eleven months out of the year, was the most popular spot in town. And it only got more so once they went full on Christmas bar December 1st. Floor to ceiling Christmas. It was an Instagram paradise. Plus, it was a fun excuse to drink festively colored mixed drinking without the judgmental glare of other bar patrons. Not that that was the main selling point for Blaine, but it certainly didn’t hurt. “Definitely,” he promised. “You’re gonna love it. It’s run by the same people who did the Game of Thrones pop-up bar last year.”

Sam’s face lit up. “That was amazing,” he exclaimed. “They had the throne, and there was a guy dressed up like a direwolf, oh my god and there was that drink called ‘The North Remembers’...”

“Which if I remember correctly, you didn’t remember anything after two of those,” Blaine pointed out.

“Yeah, they mix them strong here,” Sam said. “I used to date one of the bartenders here. I never could tell whether she added an extra shot to my drinks because she liked me, because she didn’t like me, or because she just forgot and lost count.”

“I heard there’s a drink here that’s basically chocolate, liquor, and regret,” Blaine continued. There was a wave of people coming out now so hopefully that meant that they would be letting in a new wave of people. They really should’ve left work early to get in line. “Cooper had one a couple nights ago. Apparently they’ve hired him for some gig on Christmas Eve.”

“How much clothing is he going to have on?”

Blaine shook his head. “I didn’t ask. I didn’t want to know.”

“Oh my god, it’s BLAINE!”

Blaine turned his head at the exclamation of his name and saw a couple of their coworkers running towards them in the line. Well, one was running. “Hey Kurt, hey Mercedes. You guys just getting out?”

Kurt basically skidded to a stop in front of them and whipped his head back with a flourish. “It was amazing, as always,” he declared. “If anyone can drink in there without becoming overwhelmed by the Christmas spirit, I don’t want to know them. I simply don’t want to know them!”

Apparently you get a few drinks in Kurt and he became incredibly talkative. Blaine wasn’t sure he’d heard him utter more than a couple sentences at a time at work, so this was a change. “Yeah, I went last year, but I haven’t been in this year yet.”

Kurt reached out and grabbing him by the arm. “Blaine, you just have to go inside. You have to let the Christmas spirit wash over your body. It’s life affirming. The season of change and love and glitter and sweaters. Who doesn’t love sweaters? Sweaters are one of the greatest things ever invented, and although I’d caution anyone against too much sweater festivity, it’s something good to embrace.”

“I am a fan of the Christmas sweater,” Blaine laughed.

“I know this,” Kurt said. “You had that amazing reindeer sweater. It shouldn’t work, but it totally did. And I commend you for the fashion risk. Look at you, kicking Christmas ass and taking names.”

Blaine wasn’t 100% sure what was happening, but this drunken Kurt was full of so much joy it was actually contagious. “Thanks. I love that sweater. Um, are you ok?”

“Sure, why do you ask?”

Blaine watched as Kurt started to sway and held onto Mercedes’ arm like a lifeline. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Hey Blaine,” Sam said. “The line is moving.”

“I just need to take him home,” Mercedes explained. “He just needs to sleep it off.”

“Do you need a hand?” Blaine asked before he realized what he was saying. They’d waited for almost two hours to get in, and the line was finally moving again, but Kurt seemed like a handful when he was drunk and it wouldn’t be fair to just leave Mercedes to fend for herself. Besides, Kurt was kind of cute when he rambled. “He looks like he needs a second hand.”

“I don’t want to take you out of line,” Mercedes said.

“No!” Kurt interjected. “No, you let him take me home. I am going home with God’s most perfect ass, so you let him take me home.”

Blaine was pretty sure he wasn’t supposed to overhear Kurt say that, but since Kurt’s volume was continually getting louder, there was no way to avoid it. “Yeah, it’s fine. Here, you take my place in line, introduce Sam to the Christmas bar, and I’ll take Kurt home.” Was this really the best way to spend some time with the cute guy down the hall, Blaine thought, but he didn’t have long to consider before Mercedes draped Kurt’s arm over Blaine’s shoulder and stepped into line. “Didn’t have to ask you twice,” he chuckled.

“Nope, you boys have fun,” Mercedes said. “I know better to argue with him when he has that tone of voice.”

As Blaine led Kurt slowly towards his car, he had the realization that he didn’t exactly know where Kurt lived. Or his last name. Guess there was no better way to get to know someone than escorting them home to bed. His brother claimed it was because Blaine liked saving people, but why was it so wrong to be helpful? “So, you remember where you live or do I need to find your license?”

“I’m just drunk, I’m not passed out,” Kurt pointed out. “And you didn’t have to help me with this. I could call an Uber. Or find some cute guy at the bar to take me home.” He glanced over at Blaine, considering. “Outside the bar counts. I guess I did that one.”

“I’m pretty sure you didn’t leave me a choice,” Blaine laughed. “C’mon, let’s get you home.”

***

As soon as they reached the apartment, Blaine was completely enamoured with Kurt. Sure, he was drunk right now, but he was also funny, and smart, and still really sharp for drinking ‘a bucket full of Christmas cheer and liquor’. His words. It was a shame he’d gotten transferred onto Kurt’s team at work. Sure, it’s how he’d ended up on that floor and that coffee bar near his desk, but the rules against dating within your own project team were incredibly strict. If he was on another floor, he’d ask this guy out in a heartbeat.

Probably already had a boyfriend, though. A guy like this didn’t stay single for long.

“Home sweet home!” Kurt announced as he pushed off of Blaine’s shoulder and started pacing the width of the living room.

“Are you… counting steps to your couch?” Blaine asked.

Kurt shook his head. “No, just trying to figure out how to ask you what you’d like for the Secret Santa exchange at work without actually asking you, because it’s supposed to be a secret.”

“Are you my Secret Santa?” Blaine asked.

Kurt sighed. “Yes, but shhhhhh I’m not supposed to tell you. So you can’t tell you that I told you.”

“My lips are sealed,” Blaine promised. “I won’t tell me what you said. But I will ask you to help me with mine. I have Rachel Berry and I am completely at a loss. She’s...”

“Intense,” Kurt supplied. “Yes, I’ll help you with her. No one should be forced to conquer the Berry alone.” He turned around and dropped backwards onto the couch. He’s lucky he had good aim because, damn, he just fell back like he was expecting Iron Man to pull up and save his ass off the top of a building. “So what do you do exactly?” he continued. “I mean, I’ve seen you around, hoped to talk to you, and I still don’t know what you actually do.”

“Finance,” Blaine answered. “Is there water in your fridge?”

“Bottles in the door. So you, like, make sure I have money to work on my work?”

Blaine rummaged through the fridge and procured two bottles of water. When he looked up, Kurt was sprawled out, one leg over the back of the couch and the other dangling over the side. Which was impressive considering how tight his jeans looked. Not that Blaine was looking. But… he was looking. “Well, I make sure that the money we have is properly allocated so that yes, you have money for the project,” he explained. “Ugh, it sounds even duller when I explain it out loud. But I’m hoping to move up into project management. Take in the whole operation instead of just my little part.”

“Yeah, it sounds super dull,” Kurt laughed. He reached his hand out and Blaine gave him one of the bottles. “Did you want to be a finance guy growing up?”

“Hell no,” Blaine laughed. “I wanted to sing. Which I still do, but you have to pay the rent some how, right?”

“What does your super hot boyfriend think of that?”

“My boyfriend?”

Kurt turned and fixed Blaine with a ‘look’. “Yeah, the super hot guy in the photo on your desk. The one who looks like he’d bang you naked in a field of lilacs and you’d only be able to reply with ‘please sir, could I have another’.”

Oh, god, the mental image. It burned. “Ew, no,” Blaine said. “Cooper? Cooper’s my brother. I’ve seen him naked enough for one lifetime. Actually, most of the tri-county area has,” he grumbled. Kurt just continued to look at him. He really did have the most interesting eyes. Blaine sighed again. “Cooper has a side hustle as a bachelorette party stripper. And for some reason he’s incredibly popular and he makes a lot of money doing it and he’s booked solid. I don’t get it.”

“Because, and I mean this with all sincerity Blaine,” Kurt said slowly. Deliberately. “He looks like a goddamn Disney prince, and every little straight girl and gay boy imagined what it would be like to get plowed on the beach by Prince Eric.”

“He’s not that attractive,” Blaine insisted. God, if that wasn’t the conversation he’s had with ever girl friend and every boyfriend he’s ever brought back to the house. Every time he thought he’d gotten over being ‘the lesser Anderson brother’, someone had to point out that given the choice, they’d pick the taller, sexier, charismatic Cooper. And it’s not like he could blame them -- Cooper was incredibly hard to dislike. And he loves his brother, he really does. He just doesn’t need to get reminded of how great Cooper is by every since guy he meets.

“Not to say that you aren’t attractive,” Kurt continued. “I only saw Cooper’s face. You have an ass that just refuses to quit. It’s all round and bouncy. Here, give me a spin.”

“Are you serious?”

Kurt motioned for him to spin.

“I’m pretty sure this could qualify as sexual harassment,” Blaine said, as he gave Kurt a small spin. Maybe a second spin with his coat hiked up so that Kurt could actually see his ass. And maybe a smile over his shoulder to make sure that Kurt was watching. Dammit, Kurt really was cute.

“Yeah, you got the goods too,” Kurt decided. “Should I not tell you how hot your brother is?”

“I’d prefer if you didn’t,” Blaine said.

Kurt leaned his head back and considered. “Are you jealous?” he asked. “Cause people tell you that all the time?”

Blaine shrugged. “I dunno, it’s not great when a cute guy starts talking about how hot my brother is. But I’ve heard it ever since I was old enough to walk, so…”

“Ugh, that sucks,” Kurt said. “Sorry. That’s totally rude. You deserve better. You are hot, Mr. Anderson. Hotter than that weird looking guy on your desk. Ew. Who would ever want something like that? You should know that you’re just as hot as your brother. Repeat after me, I’m just as hot as my brother.”

“Kurt…”

“Repeat!”

“I’m just as hot as my brother,” Blaine repeated dutifully.

“Good,” Kurt said. “You’re too great a guy to compare yourself to him and find yourself lacking.”

It was a long time since someone told that to Blaine. And Kurt seemed so sincere, even if he was filterless from the alcohol. But maybe this was just him after hours? Blaine didn’t really know, but he did know that he wanted to get to know Kurt better. This guy… this guy was a catch.

“I bet you’d be an even better stripper than your brother.”

“I mean, I did take a couple lessons with Cooper,” Blaine admitted.

“Whaaaaat?” Kurt perked up. “Are you serious?”

“It was pole dancing, and it was just a couple of times,” Blaine laughed. “It’s a good workout. Hey, if you want to go to Coop’s girl, I’ll give you her number. You can get just as good as I am.”

“I might take you up on that,” Kurt said, his eyes closing as he took a deep breath.

“Yeah, I mean, we could… make a date of it,” Blaine suggested. As long as it wasn’t serious, would would turn them in to HR? “And go find a Secret Santa present.”

“Yes, because if we wait too long, the elves will find me and take me away for spilling secrets,” Kurt giggled as he stretched his arms above his head. His eyes were still closed. He wasn’t going to be awake for much longer.

“I don’t know about the elves, but I think you need to get some sleep,” Blaine said warmly. “Where’s your bathroom?” Kurt motioned down the hallway. Blaine slipped back in there and opened the medicine cabinet. He was tempted to rummage, just out of curiosity and the fact that he wanted to know everything he could about Kurt, but he found the bottle of aspirin he was looking for and closed the cabinet door.

Kurt, for his part, was already asleep by the time Blaine came back. He took the bottle of water from Kurt’s hand and placed it and the aspirin on the side table. He’d make sure to text him in the morning just to make sure he was feeling okay. “Goodnight, Kurt,” he said softly.

...but apparently not softly enough.

“Are you leaving?” Kurt said suddenly, his eyes jerking open.

“Yeah,” Blaine said. “It’s getting late. I need to head to bed myself. I put your water and some aspirin on the side table for the morning.”

“Oh, thank you.” Kurt swung both legs off the couch and stood up surprisingly smoothly. “You are just so damn thoughtful.” He walked over to Blaine and wrapped his arms around him in a tight hug. “I’m so lucky to know you. I want to know you better.”

Kurt smelled like candy canes and a warm fireplace, Blaine realized. And had arms he wanted to stay wrapped up in all night. Can’t do that tonight. Get to know the guy first. You have to let go, he scolded himself. “Me too,” he admitted. “So we’ll go Secret Santa shopping.”

“It’s a date,” Kurt replied, giving him one last squeeze before letting go. “Oh, wait, give me your phone,” he said, grabbing it as soon as Blaine pulled it from his pocket and entering his number. “Now you can text me.”

“Now I can text you,” Blaine said with a smile. This night was better and better. “I’m gonna head out. I’ll text you tomorrow.”

“Goodnight Blaine.”

“Goodnight Kurt.”

Blaine waited outside once the door closed until he heard the deadbolt lock and Kurt shuffle back into the apartment, hopefully to collapse onto his bed and get some sleep. It wasn’t the way he thought his night was going to go, but dammit if he wasn’t thrilled this was the way it went.

After all, even if it was just for Secret Santa shopping… he had a date.

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