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Stillness in the storm

Henry Cavill x reader

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Summary: Your first big movie brought you a little more around Christmas than you thought it would.

Warnings: mention of anxiety, a heated kiss, alcohol consumption,

Words: 4K

Stillness in the storm

It was your first big movie and you were esthetic. Not only that you would be co-stars with Henry Cavill. It was a movie about Sherlock Holmes and you would be one of the main characters in this movie. When you heard that you got the part, you were so excited yet very nervous because you were a big fan of Henry Cavill.

Your first day came around the corner and you would meet Henry. You arrived on set and an assistant came towards you named Luna. You would become good friends later on. She showed you around and at the coffee stand was where you saw him in his Sherlock outfit. You looked at Luna “So, do I just introduce myself or wait?” Luna chuckled “You can introduce yourself right now. he doesn’t bite.” She winked at you “I’ll see you in 10 by the make-up okay?” you nodded and thanked her before your attention went back to Henry.

You got a cup for the coffee and stood next to him. He looked at you and back to the coffee machine before looking back at you. You were a little lost for words until Henry spoke up. “You’re Y/N right?” he asked you with a smile. “Eh yeah, hi.” You told him a little uncomfortable. It was like all your social skills flew out of the window. He held out his hand for you to shake, still with a big smile. “I’m Henry.” he told you very kind. “Hi I’m Y/N” you shook his hand. “So your first big gig right?” He asked you as he sipped his coffee. “Yeah, I’m kind off nervous.” You told him chuckling as you got some coffee yourself.

“Well, don’t be. Everyone here is very kind and know you can always walk up to me as well. You’ll be great, I’m sure of it.” you felt a little flattered and more relaxed. “Thank you. I loved how you portrait Sherlock in Enola Holmes! Really liked those movies and now I get to act in them so it’s really cool.” You chuckled, knowing you were fangirling. “Thank you very much, I’ll see you later?” you nodded “Yeah definitely. I think we even have a scene today.” Henry thought about it “Oh yeah, that’s right. We’ll in that case, I’ll see you in a bit. It was nice to meet you Y/N.” he told you with a smile and walked off.

Henry was right, you got used to the set, the people were lovely and the connection you and Henry had on and off screen was just amazing. You got to play a love interest and solve some mysteries along side Sherlock. Henry was amazing. He guided you to your first onscreen kiss, which you were extremely nervous about because well, duh. You got to kiss Henry Cavill, who wouldn’t be nervous. But the way Henry calmed your nerves and put all the jokes aside for a minute to make you feel comfortable was heartwarming.

You developed a crush on the British actor and fell more and more in love. On set, you would joke around a lot. Like a lot, a lot. Henry would always try to make you laugh and crack up and the other way around. You even teased him with making videos and warning him that you would put it on social media which he would do too. You would play games on set, taking naps and watch some movies together.

You’ve discovered that Henry was just a giant soft teddy bear on the inside and you loved that. But you also loved to mess with him, play a prank or two but only to see him laugh. It was never more than that. All you wanted was to make him laugh and that was the other way around as well.

So now you were in New York City for some interviews and red carpet shows etc. Obviously they teamed you up with Henry and you couldn’t be happier. The moment you stepped outside of the airport and cab, New York took your breath away for a second. Everything was already warmly decorated in the spirit of Christmas. You tried to take everything in as much as you could but it didn’t feel real. “Hey, you coming inside?” Henry asked you.

The moment he saw you he walked up to you again. “Let me guess, first time here huh?” he asked you, making you nod. You felt a bit overwhelmed by everything. “It’s beautiful isn’t it? Oh and somebody told me that it might snow tonight.” Henry told the last part whispering to you as if it was a secret. “Let’s go inside for now, you can explore later, I can even show you around if you’d like.” He purposed and you took him up on the offer. He gave you a smile and you got inside the hotel.

It was a luxurious hotel, that was for sure but somehow still giving off a warm, cozy vibe. There were staff that was helping with the bags. Luna checked the both of you in as you signed something. You and Henry had a door next to each other or opposite. You walked upstairs with someone who showed you the rooms. You and Henry were indeed opposite from each other. They placed the bags inside and you looked at Henry who winked “See you in a hour.” he told you and closed the door, which you followed him soon.

You looked around the room, there was already a Christmas tree placed and you saw that it had a fireplace. You took a reminder to ask the staff if you could use it. You had an amazing view over New York and the big tree outside. The hotel room was huge, like you didn’t even know why it was this huge but it was definitely gorgeous so you weren’t complaining. You walked into the bathroom and even here it was big. You had a big bathtub and a shower separated etc.

You took a quick shower, did your make-up a little bit until you heard some knocking on your door. You put on the robe and walked to your door to see who it was and it was Luna. You smiled and stepped aside. With work she was very formal and direct but as your friend, she was chaotic and loose. She walked in and let herself fall on your bad making you laugh.

“So girly, what do you think about this place?” she asked you as he made herself comfortable on your bed. You chuckled as you went into your closet. “It’s big.” You told her. “What? The room or Henry?” She whispered the last part, making you turn around and roll your eyes at her. She chuckled, which you did too. “Very funny and unfortunately I meant this place.” She faked gasped “Did you see him naked???” she acted fake surprised, making you laugh and throw a small pillow from the seat her way, making her laugh. “Unfortunately not.” You remarked, making her chuckle again.

She knew about your crush on Henry and you made her swear to keep her mouth shut and she promised she would. You knew she would. Besides, you had a lot of dirt on her which she told you about so you both wouldn’t do that to another.

“What about this one?” you asked her as you got some things from your suitcase. “Oh dear, well first of all, I’m going to take you shopping soon and second, they have someone there who’s going to dress you up.” she told you while hanging off the bed with her head. “Are you saying that my taste in clothes is shit?” you asked her giggling. “No… you just don’t have that much to choose from. Besides, I need you to go shopping with me in New York.

You laughed “Ohhh and we still need a girl night! They have some great skincare products here that I know you’re going to love!” you nodded with a smile. “It’s a little weird you know, not having to worry about money anymore. Like, when I walk in the store now to get food, I literally can buy what I want. All these years worrying about finances… it’s just sad that we even needed to worry about it, about your daily needs and shit. Sorry I got lost in thought there.” Lune looked down as she was laying on her stomach now.

“Nah, it’s okay. It’s weird that one day we just all agreed to it. But if I go deeper into thought with that then we’ll be here for a while.” You chuckled “Yes and that’s why I chose you as my best friend.” You told her with a smile. “Yeah I mean you’re a asshole sometimes but I love you.” she responded as you both cracked up.

“Shall we go then?” you asked her and she let out a loud groan. “I don’t want to but we have to.” She told you and dramatically slipped off from your bed. You opened the door while Luna still laid on the ground. Henry opened his door the same time as you and the moment his eyes landed on you, he smiled warmly until Luna catched his attention who let out a groan, not knowing that Henry could see her.

“Ehhh.” You spilled out but was trying not to laugh but Henry laughed at the sight. “You okay there Luna?” the moment she heard a different voice than yours she got up and you could almost see her go through the ground from embarrassment. “Hey Henry, yeah, was seeing if… ehh.. you know.” she just ended it and stopped herself from making it worse while the both of you laughed. “Let’s go than guys.” She told you and walked past you, giving you a slight hit as a karma, making you chuckle even more.

You walked next to Henry and both had to gather everything inside of you so you wouldn’t burst out laughing here right now. You got in the car for the interviews and headed towards the location. You looked a bit outside until you arrived.

~time skip~

The day went alright. It was actually a lot of fun. You and Henry joked a lot and played some games, answered some questions and that was about it. When you arrived, Luna went her separate way. “I’ll text you. I’m exhausted from the jetlag and day.” You nodded “Take your rest, see you tomorrow.” You gave her a hug and walked with Henry to both of your rooms. “I was wandering, we haven’t had dinner yet, would you like to join me?” he asked you. “Yeah sure, I wanted to search a nice little restaurant anyways.” Henry smiled “I know a place.” He told you with a smile “See you in 30?” he asked you. “Sure, see you in 30.” You smiled and went into your room.

You quickly put on some different clothes, texted Luna about the current situation, redid your make-up and put some perfume on. Luna had texted you back and swore that Henry liked you. The way he would sometimes look at you, the silly comments and jokes just to make you laugh, the way his eyes would lit up as he saw you smile. She could continue but it wouldn’t make any difference because you couldn’t believe that he would like you in that way. You were never that lucky, so why would you now.

You heard someone knock on your door and figured it was Henry. You opened the door with a smile and of course there was Henry with his million dollar smile. “Ready?” he asked you, making you nod. You grabbed your coat and bag but Henry took the coat out of your arms and helped you in the coat. Henry was always a gentleman around you but you couldn’t remember him doing this before.

You turned around as he fixed the collar from your coat. He looked into your eyes while his hands lingered around the coat, giving you slightly hope that Luna might be right about this. He smiled, seemingly out of the trance. “Let’s go then” he told you and you followed him out of the hotel.

Henry was right about the snow as the white flakes made their way down. You hid your face a little into your scarf and buried your hands deeply in the pockets of your warm coat. Henry didn’t seem to be bothered by the cold. He showed you a couple of things on the way to the restaurant.

Finally you arrived at the restaurant and the outside already looked very nice. Henry let you in and the inside was even more beautiful. He took your coat and helped you with the chair. You felt flattered and smiled shyly. Now you just hoped that he wouldn’t notice your so called little crush on him which had easily escalated to love.

You chatted with Henry and laughed as usual but something about this evening felt a little more than before. As if it was a little more.

When you were finished eating, Henry paid. “Let me than pay for coffee tomorrow. You can show me around then if you want.” You asked him nervously but he gave you a warm smile “I would like that very much.” He told you and you felt flustered and shy from his words again. Henry helped you with your coat again and you left.

You asked Henry if there were any good wine places around so you could bring a bottle with you. Henry smiled and hinted for you to follow him. It was like as if he walked this way a dozen times before. You heard some live music from somewhere and you looked around until you walked besides a old bar. It was cozy, fully decorated and looked very warm and welcoming. You looked through the window as you stood still for a minute. “Would you like to go in?” Henry made you snap out of thoughts as you quickly looked at him, who stood quite close to you.

“We don’t have to if you’re tired or don’t want to.” You told him which made him give you a slight adoring smile. “Let’s go in, it’s getting cold outside sweetheart.” He had surely never given you a nickname before and it made your heart flutter. He gave you a wink as he held the door open and once again helped you with your coat. Yeah, if he’d done it before than it was never this much.

You both sat down in a corner so you wouldn’t be recognized. You ordered a red wine and Henry followed you with the order, getting one for himself. You listened to the music and for once in a long time did it feel like you were home again. Like time was standing still and the chaos around you had taken a rest. It was still again. It was comforting and warm, making you wish to never end this moment.

“Hey, you okay? You seem a little caught up in your head.” Henry softly spoke as his voice carried gentleness. You looked at him and smiled as you felt the butterflies go crazy inside of you again, ending that moment of stillness but the comfort never left. “Yeah, this is nice.” You told him and he smiled, feeling happy that he achieved that.

You started chatting a bit more as the wine flowed more. You knew Henry but these conversations were deeper. He told you about his past a little bit, you about yours. The struggles, happy moments, things you deeply cared about. You felt Henry opening up to you and you both got more comfortable with each other’s presence

It started to become late but even though you had tomorrow off, you were both very tired from the trip and jetlag and decided that now was a good time to head back to the hotel. “Oh do you still want that wine?” Henry asked you and you smiled tiredly. “Let’s do that tomorrow.” Henry nodded in agreement and you both headed back to the hotel. Henry noticed how cold you were, hiding in your scarf, the way you were shivering and your hands still deeply in your pockets. “And maybe we should get you another, warmer, coat tomorrow. Come here sweetheart.” He told the first part chuckling but the tone in his voice got softer with the last sentence.

He pulled your shivering body against his and placed his arm around you, trying to shield you against the cold. You saw some flashes from a distance. Paparazzi… “Just ignore them.” Henry whispered into your ear when you finally reached the hotel.

Henry never let go off you until you reached your door. “I had a really nice time. Thank you Hen.” He smiled “I had a lovely time as well, thank you for taking up my offer.” He told you. It was silent for a moment and you couldn’t look into his eyes, looking everywhere but up in a shy manner while the smile was still evident on your face.

“I’ll see you tomorrow for coffee?” Henry asked you a little nervous as if you didn’t want to anymore. “Yes, I’m looking forward to it.” You told him finally locking eyes with him. He smiled lovingly at you and nodded. “Good night then.” He told you “Good night Hen.” He smiled “Oh if there’s something up or wrong, you know where to find me then.” He told you, making you smile. “Thank you.”

You stepped into your room and let your head rest on the door for a minute to gather all the information of what just happened before you went into your bathroom and stepped underneath the shower so you could get warmed up. All you could think about was Henry, his eyes, his smile, just everything about him. You couldn’t place him out of your head and the more you tried to, the harder it backfired.

You decided to just go to bed. You listened to some music and got your book, starting to read. Your eyes landed on the words, printed on the pages but you couldn’t actually read it right now. You let out a deep sigh and stared at the ceiling. Alright plan B it is then. You thought and opened youtube with some meditational video, hoping that it would bring you to sleep.

But that didn’t work either. Not the animal videos you watched after or the tiktoks, just nothing worked and it started to get on your nerves. You wanted to go to Henry, that was sort off all you could think about. Being wrapped in his arms, the warmth surrounding you, the comfort and safety he had attached to him. You wanted that. You were doubting about it until the clock ticket 2 AM and you still weren’t asleep. You got up, put on your robe, got your keys and phone and softly patted to the door opposite you.

You stood in front of his door, still undecided until the door swung open, scaring you almost out of your skin, just like Henry. He had his robe on as well and looked just as shocked to see you as you looked at him. It was silent for a moment while you looked at each other and you both knew at that point. It was one of those rare connection where you don’t have to say anything. You both sort off already knew and they way you were being drawn towards each other. Wanted to be around them as much as you could just to be in their presence.

“Can’t sleep either?” Henry spoke up softly and you nodded. “I was going to knock on your door. Don’t really want to be alone.” You told him and he gave you a warm smile as he stepped aside so you could walk into his room. It almost looked identical to your room. You stood a little awkward in the middle of the room while Henry just got back into bed and looked at you. “Are you coming?” he asked you as if it was the most normal case in the world and to be honest, you were thankful for that because you didn’t want it to be awkward.

So you were quick to his side and took the robe off, displaying your, not so flattering pajamas. You quickly got into bed and Henry had already opened his arms for you and held the covers a bit up so you could get comfortable. You looked at him a bit confused. “It’s alright pup, come here.” He said with the softest smile you’ve ever seen as you got closer to his chest. Obviously he wasn’t wearing a shirt, not that you complained. Your face was pressed against his chest, his arms around you and pulling you closer to him as his chin rested on your head. You felt his fingers massage the back of your head. You’ve reached a new level of love at this point.

You felt so calm, loved, cared for, secure, comfortable and safe. You felt wanted and you couldn’t ask for much more than that other than to be loved. It was all you’ve ever searched for and here it was somewhere in an hotel in New York City around Christmas time. Who would’ve thought…

“Thank you Hen” you told him. “For what?” he asked you with a bit of a chuckle. “Making me feel loved and wanted.” It was silent for a moment but it didn’t give you anxiety because it felt so safe and okay to say that as if he already even knew. “Know that you are, angel.” You held him a bit closer as a response. “I really do love you, you know that right?” You felt it deep in your core, sure but insecurities took over until now. it was confirmed. You looked up into his blue eyes while his hand cupped your cheek. “I really do.” He told you while looking intently into yours.

There was that feeling again. Stillness in the storm, somewhere where chaos didn’t exist, only calmness and serenity. “I do too.” Henry smiled at you “I know.” was all he said, making you smile as well “I know.” You responded back. It was almost as if you were so in touch with one another, such a deep connection that you didn’t even needed to say much, he already knew, just like you even if it was deep down.

His face got closer, noses touching. It was as if time was standing still while you held your breath in, lips already apart. He placed his forehead against yours and swallowed. You did the same and looked up at him, rubbing his nose softly until he carefully closed the last gap between the two of you.

It was still for a moment, both taking each other in. He cupped your cheeks and broke the kiss, looking at you for a moment. You both looked at each other and it confirmed that you both wanted and needed each other. He pulled you in the kiss again and started exploring your mouth. His hand slowly going from your waist to your hips, kneading your flesh until his hand went back to your back again as he pushed you closer to him, rolling you slowly on your back, deepening the kiss even further.

You went with your hands through his long locks and pulled him closer, your hand exploring his chest until you both broke the kiss and looked at each other, a little out of breath but smiling softly. “So tomorrow, that coffee, is that going to be our first or could I call tonight our first?” he asked you making you chuckle. “definitely second.” You chuckled and pulled him back for another kiss but took it slow. Henry laid down on his side again, you completely wrapped up in his arms and feeling the stillness coming back, lulling you to sleep.

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lyak12 · 2 years

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Could you do a story with Scarlett where we are at like premier or something and an interviewer says something inappropriate or uncomfortable and she gets self conscious and anxious and we calm her down

Premiere Anxiety

Summary: Scarlett’s anxiety sparks up during the premiere of your new movie and you’re there to calm her down.

Warnings: anxiety, body image, hateful comments (kinda but not really), if more lmk

word count: 1,1k

A/N: First of all I’m so sorry it took me so long but I finally got something done and feel like its good enough to post. Second thanks so much for this hgreat request, I hope you like it anon! Also thank you @goldenempyrean for helping me out as I got stuck!

not my gif :)

It was premiere day for the movie you starred in with your wife and actually one of the first premieres after lockdown because of Covid. Being amongst a lot of people for the first time in over a year was nerve wrecking already especially for Scarlett who got anxious pretty quickly in such an environment.

„Baby, are you sure I can wear that?“, Scarlett asked you for what felt like the thousandth time. You look at her, she was wearing a tight fitting dress and it looked amazing on her but you could understand her insecurity. She gave birth to your little daughter barely 5 months ago. However if you wouldn’t know there is no way someone would be able to tell.

The problem and probably the main reason for her insecurity was that the both of you had just announced the birth of your Baby girl. But you never failed to make her feel like she’s the most gorgeous woman on earth „Scar I’m more than sure, no one and I mean no one is gonna look as good as you in that dress. You look amazing!“. She just smiled and you kissed her lovingly before you had to leave.

The drive to the location she spent in your arms and you enjoyed every second of it, glad she was so relaxed and comfortable in your arms. As you reached the venue you couldn’t help but stare at her 90% of the time, your love for her could not be overlooked.

On the red carpet your ways separated for a short while for pictures and short interviews before you came together again for a bigger interview.

„Scarlett, Y/N it’s so nice to see you! How have you been? It’s been so long since we last saw you guys“, the interviewer asked cheery. I smiled at Scarlett and let my hand rest on the small of her back as she answered „We’ve been good. It feels good to get out again though“. She looked at me and I smiled bright before I said „Yeah it’s been a bit“.

„And you guys had a Baby… That’s exciting, a little girl“, she said and I just smiled lovingly at Scarlett. We didn’t announce the name yet but we said we would tell them if someone asked. „Yeah, our little princess Sierra“, I said and Scarlett grinned and I laid my arm around her pressing a soft kiss to her temple.

„Sierra? Thats cute how old is she now?“, the interviewer asked smiling. „She’s almost five months“, said Scarlett smiling brightly and the interviewer asked „Just 5 months and you’re already wearing such a dress, wow“. That’s when you started to get defensive already. Especially as you could feel Scarlett tense slightly.

„Yeah she looks amazing“, you said with a tone that told her to drop the topic but she ignored it completely. „So do you Y/N“, „Thank you“, you answered but the smile you gave her was forced. Scarlett could feel how tense you were so she gently took your hand in hers trying to calm you. Looking at her soft green eyes you understood her request and calmed down a little again.

She changed the topic for a few questions and you almost thought she got the memo but then the interviewer said „I’m sorry, I can’t get over the fact that you must have so much confidence for wearing such a tight dress“. You can feel Scarlett starting to play with you finger and tensing slightly, a sign you know is her anxiety starting to get worse. „That’s enough“, you said strictly but she just continued „It’s great to see you showing that people shouldn’t care about their outward appearance“.

That was it. You stopped giving a damn about the cameras filming you and the people watching. She really overstepped with that comment. „Excuse me… WHAT?“, you snapped, the protectiveness radiating off of you. Scarlett felt uncomfortable, clutching your hand and trying to hide behind you. Wanting nothing more than to get out of the public eye.

„It’s so bold of her, I certainly wouldn’t wear such a dress after giving birth“, she said and you glared at her trying to bite back all the things you wanted to yell at her right now. Scarlett was your priority and she just wanted to leave so you looked her up and down and spat „Well instead of her you’d never be able to pull it off anyway. I will call your management, this is unacceptable. We’re leaving, let’s go Scar!“.

Scarlett has become awfully quiet next to you and one look at her told you she was trying to keep it together. Holding onto her tightly you pull her away from that interview and into a „backstage“ area where you’d have some privacy. Red carpets made her anxious plus the fact that she was insecure about that dress before already and now all that caused her to almost have an anxiety attack.

Taking her face in your hands you said „Baby, look at me please. Breathe“. She looked up and you saw the tears building in her eyes so you took her in your arms and held her close. „Shh it’s okay Scarlett. Listen to my heart and breathe“. You gently stroke over her neck while she slowly calms down.

It took her a few moments but she calmed down and looked up. You caught the tear that fell down her face and dried it before resting your forehead on hers. „You, my love, look amazing. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. I am honored to walk this red carpet with you“, you said and she smiled softly before she answered „Thank you Baby“.

Once she was ready you went back out again and walked the rest of the red carpet. You stayed by her side, not leaving her anymore. Only for single fotos you separated slightly but you made sure to always stay close to her and have her in your sight.

As you reached the end you pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, her eyes closing softly before you said „I’m so proud of you Baby. I love you“. „I love you more“, she said while opening her eyes. You just smiled and kissed her softly before going in.

At the end of the night Scarlett stood leaning in your arms ready to leave and said „I gotta say eventhough what happened today, I kinda missed it. But I miss our girls more and can’t wait to be home“. Holding her close, kissing the top of her head you mumble into her hair „Yeah me too“.

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mirobami · 2 years

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Hello!! This is my first request and CONGRATULATION FOR THE 1K!!!! YOU VERY VERY DESERVE IT! I fallin love with your writing sooo much <3

And the request is:

Sumika

Minigames: Spades

Hands: Four Of A Kind

↳ red carpets and spotlights

♠️ CHARACTER: s. warakubami

♠️ MATCH: Spades (Friends to Lovers) + Four of a Kind (Actors!AU)

♠️ NOTE: I’m glad to have you requesting for this event and thank you so much for saying so !!!!! this was such a perfect match, i’m so excited to write it out, so let’s get going!

Sumika Warakubami, one of the most famous actresses in the world, known for being a threat with all of the acting jobs that she has done and how great of a singer she is. She was known for being in movies that made quite a lot in the box office. Her daily life was something completely different than everyone else’s, especially considering that she was in the Bami clan.

But there was also you. You were the ultimatum in what made or broke a movie or show. As one of the top actresses of the world, you also had the fortune to come out on top as an incredible director, being a part of the creation of movies that would make millions all around the world. Putting Sumika and you together in a film meant it would be one of the best movies of the year, even winning multiple awards.

You got shipped a lot online too due to you working together often. The people on Twitter have even resorted to calling you a "power couple" and are now waiting for you two to admit it.

"You'd think they'd realize we're nothing more than friends who are good at our jobs." You scrolled through your timeline, sitting on Sumika's couch in her trailer.

"Scoot, you're taking up all the space."

"Is that how you treat your previous director?!"

"You're my costar now, therefore..." She made a gesture for you to move and you only leaned your head up so she could sit and you could place your head on her lap. She was reading her script, memorizing her lines. You, on the other hand, had a great method called procrastinating. People thought you were so professional but truly, you waited until the last second to get stuff done.

The ship tag on Twitter was going wild after a leak came out of the new movie. You frowned at reading it, not having previously read the script. "Hold on. Sumika, are we kissing in this movie?!"

Sumika raised an eyebrow down at you. "Didn't you read the script? It's the turning point of our characters' relationship."

You couldn't deny you were nervous. This was your best friend, the person you secretly harbored feelings for and you'd have to kiss her in front of everyone? You didn't even know if you could do it. "Um...Sumika--"

"Hm?"

"I've never...kissed anyone on camera..." Your original confident manner changed into a flustered one as she smiled.

"On camera or in general?"

"I've had kisses before!"

"Have you really?" Sumika didn't wait for you to answer before forcing you to sit up. "Do you want to practice?"

You found yourself nodding yes before you could even process her words. It wasn't until you could see her eyes flutter shut and moving close to you, her lips pressed to yours, that you realized this was happening. Perhaps this was happening too fast, you only wanted to practice. But what was a little kiss between friends, right?

It felt more than that. Her hand was brushing your jaw and she hummed into your mouth as she delicately coaxed yours to open. Tilting her head, she allowed herself to kiss you more firmly, her other hand now on your waist. She herself knew that she couldn't have done this kiss in front of the crew because she also harbored a secret crush on you. The only reason she suggested the entire practice was because she found this really stupid idea online and decided to try it. Never did she think it would work.

When you finally came up for air, her face was brushed with pink. She cleared her throat and composed herself. "And that is how you kiss on camera."

You could feel your chest doing backflips in your chest. "You've done that before?"

"Well, yes, but I've never liked them. Trust me, I wanted to practice because I would have been a coward if I kissed you in front of everyone." She smiled. "I wouldn't want someone recording me kissing my love."

You squinted until your eyes blew open. "Hold on, you suggested that because it was mainly for you!"

"Guilty."

The premiere of the movie, all of Twitter would scream at the sight of both of you in matching outfits and even a picture of Sumika winking at you while kissing your hand. Supposedly someone even photoshopped a ring onto your fingers.

Even with the media, you couldn't be happier about your relationship with Sumika.

#[ ♠️ ] verona's 1k soiree !#kakegurui x reader #kakegurui x y/n #kakegurui x you #sumika x reader #sumika x y/n #sumika x you #sumika warakubami x reader #sumika warakubami x y/n #sumika warakubami x you #can you tell i like actor aus and i went a little insane in this one

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sulphurofftheclock · 2 years

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I am so mad, I just had an AMAZING dream

The beginning is irrelevant, but by the time I got to this part, I was in a really bad mood. I was tired, I was hungry, and I was this close to throwing a fit.

I was walking with my mom, talking about where to go eat, and she brought up that her and her friend were going to a screening of Turning Red. She asked if I wanted to come.

Of course I said yes. My mood brightened instantly.

I bounced along as we walked down this super long road (it's a real road that leads to a pizza place near where I live), talking to some people who I recognized from school, when we got to the theatre.

I bought myself a ticket at the booth outside, and stepped in.

The lobby was very bright, and had an almost bathhouse water green tint to the ceiling lights. The floors were carpeted, and the entrance to each theatre had a glass entryway.

Like that.

At this point, an employee was supposed to lead us to our theatre, but I didn't need them.

Because standing in the glass entryway of the theatre in back right corner?

Was 4*Town.

I completely froze.

First and foremost, they were holograms. The looked exactly like how they looked in the movie.

Second, they were posing, moving, whispering to each other, doing things that they never did in the movie. This was entirely new content, new angles, new frames to analyze.

Third, they were beautiful.

Maybe I'm biased, but Jesse was stunning. He had almost a glow to him, I had such a hard time looking away. They were all gorgeous though. I took a couple moments to comprehend what I was looking at.

I yanked my phone out to get pictures, because seriously, how could I not? This was new 4*Town content, and not only did I want it immortalized in my phone's camera role, but I also wanted to share it.

Before I could get any photos, they turned around and walked into the theatre. I followed them, completely abandoning my mom and her friend.

They all disappeared except for Robaire, who walked down this stage that was in front of the screen. I finally got some pictures, and I kid you not thought "tumblr is gonna love these, I'm really out here getting us new content 💪" like I was some kind of content-retrieving hero.

Robaire watched as people filed in, and then he spoke. He said actual words.

I remember thinking, "They really hired Jordan Fisher to speak a few extra lines for this event?"

They turned his hologram off, and I tasked myself with scrolling through the photos I'd just taken to make sure I had usuable ones.

Some music kicked in, but I didn't pay much attention until someone started singing.

I look up, and there's Jordan Fisher.

My mom and her friend were talking very loudly (they'd just found their seats), so I shushed them, because holy shit Jordan Fisher is in front of us and he's singing.

Now, I feel the need to say that this dream was incredibly realistic. This part of the dream took place in the evening, but the whole dream was the length of a day, so to me, it felt like I was just living my life. It was cohesive. Every once and a while I have dreams where, somewhere in the duration, I'll think to myself "I can't believe this is happening to me, I'm so glad I'm not dreaming," and then I wake up and I get really disappointed.

That was pretty much exactly what I was thinking when I looked up and saw Jordan Fisher on that stage. I was baffled that he came to this tiny Turning Red viewing party in my (frankly) small town. I was even more baffled that he was performing.

And the performances went on. First Jordan Fisher, then Ross and Maia did Gotta Be Me from Teen Beach 2, Jennie from Blackpink did a song I'd never heard, and Hop Along, Queen Ansleis did Bruno is Orange.

The whole time, I had my phone out to film. The whole time, I grew more and more excited to watch the actual movie.

I grew more and more excited to see what else was going to be done with the hologram technology they used earlier too. I was disappointed I'd missed out on getting pictures of the other members, so I was hoping they'd be the final act before the movie. After every act, I waited to hear the beginning of Nobody Like U.

And then I woke up. No movie screening. No performances. No new photos of 4*Town.

:-/

#i've only been this frustrated about waking up once before #and that's because i did a reality check in the dream to make sure i wasn't dreaming #and the reality check *didnt work* so I went on the rest of the dream so happy that it was really happening #this is one of those dreams that feels like a memory and not a dream #just because of how vivid it was #i can SEE those holograms #i'm so annoyed #4town #4 town #4*town

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storiesforallfandoms · 3 years

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and the winner is... ~ eminem

word count: 1784

request?: yes!

“hey, love your writing sm ❤️ I really like the concept where the reader is a young actress with Eminem, so can I request one where they go to Marshall’s award show for the first time publicly, they try to keep it low key but the reader presents an award and when Em wins they share a warm moment on stage and the media loses it? thanks in advance”

description: in which they say they’re going to be lowkey for their first public appearance as a couple, and then he wins the award she’s presenting

pairing: eminem x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two)

It was hard to keep my hands off of Marshall as we walked down the red carpet. It was our first public outing as a couple, but Marshall wasn’t very into PDA so we had decided to keep it somewhat lowkey. It seemed like a good idea in theory, until Marshall did the unthinkable and showed up dressed in a suit. How am I supposed to not jump his bones when he looks damn fine in a suit?

Every time I so much as glanced at him the paparazzi would go crazy. So many flashing lights that eventually I was seeing spots. It was hard to keep smiling when I couldn’t even see ahead of me.

Marshall put an arm around my waist - which of course led to more flashing lights - and walked me off the red carpet into the venue. The minute I walked through the doors into the dimly lit room, it really was like I couldn’t see. I had to take a minute to let my eyes adjust to the sudden light change.

“Weird how quickly I go from basically a nobody on a red carpet to a hot commodity just because I have attractive arm candy,” I joked.

A half smile tugged at Marshall’s lips. “You were never a nobody. Not to me anyways.”

“Awe, that’s so sweet it’s kind of gross,” I teased.

This earned me an actual laugh as Marshall pulled me in for a kiss. Without any prying eyes around, we felt free to actually be a couple.

We engaged with some others in the industry, including those Marshall considered to be close friends of his. I felt out of place at this music award show as an actress who was still trying to become more than just a side character in the movies she starred in. I was grateful to have Marshall there to help me through it.

When we took our seats as the show was starting, Marshall reached over to take my hand. “Are you okay?”

I shrugged. “Nervous I think. Which I shouldn’t be because it’s just me announcing an award, but it’s my first time on an award show stage for any reason, and it’s a pretty big award.”

“And it’s one I’m nominated for.”

I looked over at Marshall with wide eyes. “What?!”

“You didn’t know?”

I shook my head. Now I felt so much more nervous. What if I pulled a Steve Harvey and said the wrong name because I wanted Marshall to win? Or what if he actually did win but everyone thought I said he did because we were dating? I tried to focus on the stage ahead of me but my heart was beating so fast that my vision was starting to get blurry. I felt warm, like I was sweating, which made me worry that my makeup was starting to run. I was going to look disgusting with my makeup running on live television.

Sensing my new found nervousness, Marshall gave my hand a reassuring squeeze.

“Hey, look at me.” I glanced over to meet his gaze. “It’s going to be okay. You’ve rehearsed this speech so much that you can say it without the teleprompter. It’s not going to be any different just because I’m nominated. If I win, you give me the award and I do a speech. If I don’t win, you give the award to whoever does and they make a speech. It’s not a big deal, (Y/N), don’t worry too much about it.”

I wished I could’ve just let my fear rush from my body, but it was still there. Before I could say anything else, the lights went down and the show officially started.

I tried to just sit and enjoy the show but it was hard when I had my upcoming presenter role looming over me. Of course, it was one of the last awards of the show, so I had to sit there and let my nerves build as the suspense for the winner of the award grew as well.

Every now and then Marshall would give my hand another squeeze and I would calm down for that split second. Having him by my side helped a lot, but every time I remembered that he might be the recipient of the award I became nervous again.

Finally, it was my time to take the stage. They passed me the envelope with the name of the winner and motioned for me to take the stage. I plastered a smile on my face as my name was called and I walked onto the stage. I hoped the cameras couldn’t pick up my shaking, and I really hoped my shaking wouldn’t make my voice sound as bad as I feared it would.

“This award can only go to the best of the best,” I started, glancing at the prompter in front of me to make sure I was saying the words correctly. “The person who worked the hardest and had the best payoff with their release. The competition this year is fierce, and it was hard to narrow it down to just these five artists, as there have been so many amazing works of art released this past year. It has been an even harder choice to pick who of them all is the best, although I might be bias in saying I’ve already chosen my favorite.”

The audience chuckled at my improved addition to the speech.

“Ladies and gentlemen, here are your nominees.”

I watched the video that played of the nominated artists. My heart skipped a beat when Marshall came up, a few clips from the music videos he had filmed playing in a short montage. He had worked so hard on his latest album, every part of me hoped that he would be the winner I was announcing.

As the video came to an end, I turned back to face the audience (and the cameras) to announce the winner.

“And the award goes to...”

I tried not to let my slight fear show as I fumbled with the envelope for a moment. I started to worry that I wouldn’t even be able to open it and completely embarrass myself on live TV. I tried not to sigh with relief when the seal perfectly popped open and I was able to pull the card out. The smile on my face had to have given away the winner before the words were even out of my mouth.

“Eminem!”

The crowd cheered and stood from their seats. A camera found Marshall, who was standing from his seat and hugging Paul and Denaun before making his way to the stage. I couldn’t help but smile proudly at him as I extended the award I was holding - his award - to him.

I was taken by surprise when he wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me in for a kiss. It was brief since he had an award to accept, but it was enough to make my head spin, the way his kisses usually did.

When he pulled away I was still so stunned that I almost forgot to give him his award. I could see him trying to hold back a laugh as he took it from my hands and turned to the microphone.

“Thank you,” he said to the still cheering audience. For a minute I forgot there was anyone else in the room, and realizing so many people had watched that kiss made my cheeks heat up. “I’d like to thank my manager, Paul, who for some reason still backs me with everything I do and produce even when it pushes the boundaries a little too much. I also want to thank the good Doctor, who has been supporting me since day one and who has always believed in me and gave me this platform to make music and to push the boundaries that Paul has to deal with. My daughters, my biggest inspirations. And of course, I’d like to thank the beautiful lady who presented this award to me tonight. I may not show it publicly but I am my happiest when I’m with you and I cannot thank you enough for that.”

I blinked away the tears forming in my eyes as I clapped along with the audience. The music started playing as Marshall offered me his arm to walk me off the stage. I felt like I was floating on cloud nine as we walked down the stairs and backstage, away from the cameras and the thousands of people watching us, both in person and on TV.

We were greeted backstage by other presenters and winners who were still mingling and celebrating their wins. Marshall was congratulated and a few of the other presenters told me how well I did with my presentation. I was proud of myself for getting through it, but I was more proud that I didn’t go completely airheaded after Marshall kissed me.

When we finally got away from the large amount of people, Marshall pulled me in for another kiss.

“So much for keeping it lowkey, huh?” I teased when I pulled away.

“I was caught up in the moment,” he said with a shrug, but I wasn’t completely convinced.

“That speech was uncharacteristically sweet,” I said. “For your public persona anyways. I figured you’d keep it short and sweet and maybe get the show into a little bit of trouble with an unplanned curse word.”

He chuckled. “Well normally that would be how things go. But I meant what I said during my speech: you make me the happiest I’ve ever been. When you said my name I just couldn’t help but feel this unfamiliar surge of happiness and excitement at winning. You know I don’t care about these types of award shows, but the fact that you presented this award to me made me care for just a second. I know I’ll be the talking point for the next few days because of this, but right now I don’t care all that much.”

Tears were welling in my eyes again as I pulled him back to me. “Shut up, you’re gonna ruin my makeup.”

His laugh filled my ears as he pulled me for another kiss. The happiness he said he felt coursed through my veins too. I couldn’t imagine being with anyone else in a moment like this.

When he pulled away he put his arm around me again and started to walk towards the door. “Let’s get out of here. I think I wanna celebrate my win with the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met.”

I smiled brightly at him. “I like the sound of that.”

#eminem #eminem imagine #eminem x reader #marshall mathers #marshall mathers imagine #marshall mathers x reader #imagine #one shot #request #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom

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kyberphilosopher · 3 years

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Fensterln

“I can’t get up. You’re sitting on top of me.”

Warning(s): some allusions to sex, explicit-ish language, fluff, reader has a whole ‘Black Cat’ thing going on. Word Count: 3273

Notes: This is a requested work. This is a headcanoned canon version of Superboy, meaning he is no version in particular and simply the character I figure as a whole. Reader can be any gender.

“Fensterln is when you have to climb through someone’s window in order to have sex with them, without their parents knowing about it.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You know, most people think that climbing up the side of a building is easy. Like it’s nothing. They see it on TV, and in the movies, and in cartoons even, and they think, “That doesn’t look so bad!” because it doesn’t. Cartoons and actors don’t have to deal with the wind whipping their hair, constantly pushing their whole body all around, the butterflies of anxiousness making their heart thump, threatening the scenario of falling to their death. It’s terrifying. It takes a lot of skill, a lot of courage, and a lot of luck.

“Shit.”

Your right hand releases from the glass, arm slowly swinging back until it’s at your side. The same sides foot follows this pattern of rotation, until only your left fingertips and toes are stuck to the wall of the building, suctioning you to life. Below you, hundreds and hundreds of feet, is an island of grass and sand, encompassed by a large body of water. Over the tidal waves chip chopping away, there’s a distance. And in that distance, is the city, just under the inky blackness of the midnight sky.

Jump City, it’s called. You’re not too familiar with it. Most of your time is spent in Metropolis, or Gotham. Luckily, both of those cities have plenty of skyscrapers to practice scaling. One could say that you’d perfected the art of this sort of thing. The finger pads on your suit are sophisticatedly sticky, seamlessly letting you latch onto anything with grace. Your feet are the same.

The wind hits your face like sharp needles, amplified by the cold air and the incline. Your hair whips around wildly, also different from how it flows, softly, in the movies. The harsh breeze roars in your ears, louder than the thousands of explosions you’ve heard in your lifetime. Although dangerous, nothing beats the view. Those thousands of lights in the distance, the cars, the buildings, this building that you’re on now. Titan’s Tower is far larger and closer and more important than anything else at the moment.

“Okay then,” you mutter, twisting your body over to the right twice more, until finally both hands and feet are connecting against the glass in a stealthy, perfect crawling position.

You work your way up, one foot and hand at the time. You resemble that of a spider, or perhaps a cat. One, two. One, two.

His room is on one of the top floors, if not the top floor. From the two other times that you’ve done this, you remember the number of steps, the distance, the little cracks in the glass panes to look for so you know you’re close. Even from the outside, hundreds of feet up, hanging above death tantalizingly, you know exactly where you are and where you need to be. And you know, of course, that you are close.

Your right hand leaves the wall once more and reaches down to the belt on your hips. “Coming, my love,” you mutter as you flip open a small pouch attached. From the inside you pull out a slim switchblade, made specifically to cut through glass walls like this- designed it yourself.

The knife springs open. In a circle big enough to fit your entire body, you trace the blade in a wide arc from up to down, left to right. Then you flip the blade back inside, place the whole thing back into the pouch on the belt, and shove your left elbow against the middle of the glass in front of you.

It pops free immediately. The circle of wall falls forward into the room, with you not far behind.

Landing like a gymnast on your toes with your arms overhead, you are immune to the sharp pain in your femurs that comes from a sudden pressure like this. The glass pane is still intact on the floor ahead of you, which is coated with a red carpet that you recognize so well. It’s much warmer inside than it was outside, although you can still feel the night wind from behind you.

“Silent,” a voice remarks from beside you. It’s not an amused tone, really. It’s genuine and full of awe, surrounded by something casual.

You hum as you stand before throwing a look over your shoulder. Sure enough at your back, splayed casually on a bed against the wall you just broke through, is your favorite boy toy. Dark, curly hair framing his classically handsome face, nose scrunching slightly on instinct. He’s wearing the black and red super shirt he always does, coupled with the plaid pajama bottoms you’d gotten him as a gift in spring.

You want so badly to quip something back, but you both know you can’t right now. Not when you’re so close to the door. And yeah, that’s partially Conner’s fault, if not all. Too much noise would attract the attention of his team mates, the Titans, and then something probably not that great would happen. Maybe they’d throw you out. Maybe they’d fire him. Maybe things would just get weird. It’s not as if you and Connor are an official couple, even after all this time. You could stop sneaking around to see each other at any sense of danger.

You take a step towards the bed he lays on, noting the big, bright smile that lights up Superboy’s face at the motion. “Can you fix the hole?” you whisper, just loud enough for him to hear.

Conner’s eyes go wide and the smile gets bigger.

“In the wall.”

The smile turns into an eye roll. “Yes,” he sighs, almost dramatically, pushing himself up. The boy crosses to the center of the room a few feet from you and begins picking up the perfect circle of cut window- wall while you look around the area.

You’ve snuck into Conner’s room before. Twice, in fact. It’s not clean, not horribly messy. His leather jacket is usually hanging off the dresser or door handle. Sweatshirts of different colors are littering the floor in a collective pile. It looks like a normal teenage boys room, really. It just feels very ‘Conner’.

First, he pushes the glass back into place in the wall, then he takes a few steps back. You throw him a smirk, nudging your head to encourage him to do the thing.

Conner’s eyes heat up. Little at first, as a soft yellow. Then into an all consuming scarlet that hisses out in two beams meeting in the middle between them. They move in a circle around the pane until you can’t even tell it was ever not there, and the wind you once heard no longer exists. The wall is perfectly in tact.

“Thank you, Superboy,” you tell him, tone laced overly sweet. Your hands, freezing from the cold even through the gloves of your costume, wrap around Conner’s upper arm.

“Yeah,” he tosses, back, voice low. His cheeks are turning pink.

You unhook your arms and saunter over to his mattress. As you throw yourself on and relax as you sink into the pillows, you let your eyes close. “You’re lucky I like you so much,” you tease. “Mm, do you know a lot of people who would climb up the Tower for you? I don’t.”

Upon hearing him take a single step forward, one eye pops open. “I know you missed me,” you continue.

Conner lays himself on the bed beside you, hands behind his bed with his arms bent. You turn to face him, propping your head up with your palm.

“You never answer my texts,” Conner says, Adam’s apple bobbing.

“You text me?” you smirk, watching Superboys eyes sink close as he releases a sigh of defeat.

Your left leg slips over Conner’s hips. Then you pull your whole body up and over into a straddle over him, looking down at him. He’s handsome in the way nobody can argue with, so perfect and soft and structured. When you squint, he looks like Superman. But Conner’s not Superman, he’s better. You can’t explain why, or how, but he just is.

You place your palms forward on his chest at first, then backwards, behind your back, on Conner’s thighs. Your chest puffs out at the slight change of position.

Below you, the boy bites his lower lip softly in thought for a second. “What if I got you a phone?” Conner asks you. His light eyes holding yours through thick, dark lashes. “Just so you can text me back sometimes?”

“Us?” you gasp with wide eyes. “Talking? During the daytime?”

Conner glances away. “Message received. Very funny. Forget it.”

“I’m messing with you,” you promise with a smile. “Loosen up Super-Annoy.”

“So you’ll let me get you one?” Conner pushes himself up with a snap, eyes wide with some kind of excitement.

Well… would you? You haven’t had a lot of long term partners, if any. Your time with Conner has been the longest with anyone, and he’s not even really your boyfriend. He’s just… you know… the guy you kissed on a rooftop one night. The guy who once surprised you with a cone of ice cream, again on a night time rooftop, whilst you were sitting on the side of the building to watch the city below. The guy who remembered your birthday, the guy who keeps sending you the many, many texts reminding you that you can watch your favorite show on the TV in the tower. The guy who once lied to get you to ice skate with him.

Something about Conner has been enough to keep you hooked for months and months, always coming back. Sneaking into the Tower, taking more and more trips to Jump City, keeping notes of events throughout your week to tell him about when you see him.

How silly. Never giving the time of day to any other partner of yours, but for Conner? Conner has gotten at least eight months of it.

“I’ll think about it,” you roll your eyes.

“You promise?” Conner urges.

“Yes. Jeez, I promise. I will think about letting you get me a phone that only you have the number to.”

“Please don’t laugh at me about this.”

“I’m not laughing at you.”

“It feels like it.”

“Connor,” you clasp a hand on his shoulder, pushing back laughter. “Have I ever laughed at you?”

“W- Is that- is that a serious question?” Conner’s eyebrows raise.

“Get up,” you roll your neck. “I want to change positions.”

The boy below you shifts. For a quick moment, something pokes between your hips from underneath. Your pupils dilate in response, but by the time they finish, the movement has ceased. “Tell me about your day.”

“I want to lay down,” you say as you stretch. “I just scaled up the side of the skyscraper-”

“You love it.”

“-and it was oh, so cold. I’m tired.”

“That’s not your day.”

You just stare at him expectantly, not quite sure what it is you’re waiting for.

“I can’t get up. You’re sitting on top of me,” Conner concedes. “You chose to be up there.”

“Prove it,” you challenge.

“Yeah, yeah,” the boy below you hisses as if annoyed. “I get it,” he says, but his arms are already snaking around your torso to pull you close and slowly pull you into a new position.

You lay on your side, back against Conner’s broad chest. His arms stay wrapped around your middle as he curls up against you on instinct, legs quick to tangle with your own. You know he must really be interested in you if he’s not going to mention that your ‘work’ shoes are still on while in bed.

“You’re an ass,” he mutters into your hair.

“What was that?”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“Ha,” you chuckle once. “Douche.”

“Please tell me about your day now?” you hear Conner almost plead. “Please?”

One of your hands, your right one, rests on top of Conner’s against your stomach. “Oh, you know. The usual. I helped out a small jewelry store today, snuck into a big building, currently hiding from Nightwing- you know how it is.”

“There wasn’t much crime today. I mostly just stayed in. You know that big building you snuck into?”

“Such a douche,” you breathe.

“Jealous much?” Superboy rumbles against your ear.

“I’m gonna tell Dick,” you tell him. “I’ll send an anonymous tip that one of the Titan’s is a big poop face.”

Conner puts his whole face in your hair. “Shiver me timbers.”

“Yeah, yeah. It’s not fair you guys get a whole building to yourselves. What are you even using half these floors for? People in Gotham are struggling.” You frown. “Well, except for Wayne. But you know what? He’s a douche too. You’d get along.”

Conner squeezes you once. Then you feel him still from behind you, not even breathing. And then-

“Move in then.”

At once, your brows furrow. “What?”

Your companion squeezes you once more. “Move in. Move in with me. In the Tower.”

Your mouth opens and closes a couple times, eyes looking around. You can’t see Conner, but you can feel him out. His eyes are closed, still inhaling the scent of you shamelessly. It’s hard for people to catch you off guard, not just like this, but at all. You just have that sarcastic, witty, sultry reputation. And for him- Super-Annoy, of all people- to just throw you off so easily?

“I’m not a Titan,” you decide on explaining, almost asking.

“Become one, then.”

“I don’t have the money to move in. The rent must be crazy.”

“I’ll pay for you.”

“Conner,” you swallow. “This isn’t funny.”

“I’m not joking.” His head pops up. When you turn yours a little, you can look up at him, and he can look down at you. “Move into the Tower.”

Now your eyes are wide, and his are relaxed. No, Conner’s are focused, drilling into your own. “I’m... hardly Titan’s material.”

This was true. You’ve been skirting the gray line far longer than you’ve known Superboy, and he’s been super since the beginning of his creation. The first time you’d met was about ten seconds before you’d robbed a bank and sent him a wink before disappearing.

“You just told me, not five minutes ago, that you helped a small business. Helping people is what heroes are all about. You can do this, Y/N. You are Titan’s material.”

Shit. He’s right.

“Why not?” Conner questions.

“I... um...”

You’ve never lived with another person before. Your family, once upon a time, sure. Not friends. Not Dick Grayson, or Kori, or Rachel fucking Roth. And certainly not Superboy- Super-Annoy. Not someone you have a ‘thing’ with. What would that mean for the two of you? And when things go terribly, terribly wrong, what then?

Gotta’ think fast.

Your face is wiped clean, replaced by your signature smirk. “Get me a phone first. Then I’ll consider it.”

Conner doesn’t budge though. You wonder if X-Ray vision can see through lies too. “I mean it,” the boy tells you. “I want you here.”

“I have to survive the night in the building with boy prodigy and star flame.”

“Starfire.”

“Whatever. I have to do that first. There’s a reason we sneak me in, you know.”

Your free hand reaches up and cups Conner’s cheek without you telling it to. You ask your brain why, but yet, your palm doesn’t move. It feels over Conner’s cheekbones, encouraging you to look deeper into his somehow soft eyes. Your fingertips can even feel his hair, which is in need of a wash, as they get comfortable.

“For you,” you finish the sentiment, voice now genuine- also not predicted. “Sneaking in for you.”

“I don’t want you to feel like a secret,” the boy above you whispers, pouring his entire heart into it.

You answer with a snort.

If anything, Conner’s the secret. If he had his way, the two of you would probably be on your honeymoon at this moment. Hell, your whole relationship and subsequent marriage would be a honeymoon. You’re the one letting him follow you around. You’re the one never giving him just what he wants.

But then again, you’re the one who keeps coming back. Conner’s the one that never left.

“Trust me,” you nod with a humored grin. “I don’t.”

Conner sighs and falls back down to rest behind you. “Good.”

Besides his breathing, then there is silence.

Really? Telling you to move in? Of course it doesn’t seem like such a big deal to him. Of course he has the solution to all the reasons why not. Your fairly certain that Conner hasn’t thought about this until mentioning it, but even then, how did he have all the answers so fast? Where would you stay? With him? Sandwiched between Conner and Wally West playing video games for the rest of your life? Dying after Donna Troy catches you accidentally stealing her lunch?

“I wasn’t going to say anything,” Conner begins, “but you should really stay the night.”

In response, you practically burst. “You hate being told what to do!” you say as you squirm in his arms. “Now you’re giving me suggestions?”

Conner sits up again so he can look down at you with a little frown. Luckily, it’s too nice of a view to be really scared of anything he could do. “Shh! You’re gonna get caught, Y/N.” Then Superboy’s eyes widen a little. “If you lived here, you wouldn’t have to be so quiet, either. You could just come through the front door.”

“Oh my God,” you squeeze your eyes closed. “Conner...”

One battle at a time.

“Fine,” you begrudge. “I’ll stay the night.”

Conner tightens his grip around your form happily in response. “Will you need any help in the morning?”

“No. No, I got it.”

Silence.

Say it. Say it. Say it.

“Conner? I, uh...”

Say it.

“I don’t have any sleeping clothes,” you lie.

“Sleeping?” you hear the boy behind you whisper. “I didn’t think we were going to be sleeping.”

“Now who’s going to get us in trouble?” you smirk. “Seriously though. I’ve been wearing my suit all day.”

“I can get you out of it.”

“You can’t just see through it?” you question. “Don’t you have X-Ray vision?”

Conner groans. “You’re ruining it.”

You smile. Conner’s the only partner of yours you realize you’re actually happy to be around. “I think you just want us to get caught.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Yayyy. Request finished. Next I have a Reverse Flash request, and then I should be good with the DC requests for now. Other than that I have some Jason Todd things, something for Damian and 2 fics for a character I haven’t written for before but are looking pretty good. I hope this satisfied the prompt that I was given in the request. Let me know anything you want or whatever.

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buck-nialled · 2 years

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Not Love - T. Holland Imagine

NOTE: holy cow it’s been a minute since i’ve written something this long (it’s really only 2k words)! i did a pairing awhile back between holland!sister reader and sebastian stan (click here to read) and got inspired to do something similar again. here is my attempt of writing evans!reader x tom holland meeting on the civil war set and being all awkward/cute around each other. let me make one thing clear before you read this: all of the events written are purely ficticious and for humor/plot purposes only. chris comes off as a little overprotective/harsh in this imagine towards tom, and it is in no way how i think he acts outside of this fanfic. anways, that is about it, i hope you all enjoy this! :)

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SUMMARY: you join your father during his first day of shooting the next feature marvel film, only to stumble upon a love much greater than theatre...evans!reader x tom holland pairing

“So,” Chris turns his head to lock eyes with one of his castmates through the large vanity mirror. Both men are sharing minimal conversation as they familiarize themselves with the lot their new film would be taking place. “How’s the little one? It feels like forever since she’s visited the set.” Sebastian recalls the last time you visited the set during the first Captain America film. Due to his small role, the Romanian has only met you once, at a time when you were excited about the middle school transition, but despised the metal braces shielding your pearly whites.

Chris smacks his lips at the mention of you and sinks his back against his makeup chair in thought. “She’s not so little anymore. Graduating high school this year, and starting college as a junior.” Chris flicks his eyes over to Sebastian, who is now harboring an astonished expression.

“A junior? What’s she eating for breakfast?” Sebastian quirks an eyebrow. Chris only chuckles and offers a shrug his way, reminiscing on the first time you brought up dual-enrollment classes to him. While your father remains proud that you took on so many classes at once during your last two years of high school, part of him yearned to reject the idea once it was introduced. The way Chris looked at it, the faster his little girl finishes school, the faster she would be moving out of the house and into a dorm room hundreds of miles away.

“So, has she settled on a school yet?” Sebastian also leans back in his chair, glancing up to admire the tall ceilings and visible metal bearings while he and Chris catch up.

“She’s applied for a few, no final decision until the letters come in, though. She’s really betting on SCAD.” It’s true, you were in tune with your creative side at a very young age. Music and art remained your favorite classes all the way from elementary school to a few years ago. But having your father give you tours of various movie sets and behind-the-scenes business made it difficult not to fall in love with theatre.

“Well hey, that’s not too far from where we shoot most things for Marvel. And there’s plenty of acting jobs in Georgia you can take to stay nearby in between these films.” Chris knew his friend was trying his best to console him. But living life as a known celebrity, especially an actor, will always be unpredictable. One day, a shoot scheduled in Savannah could be moved to Louisiana, or Oregon, or London, or Greece. No matter where Chris plants his feet, he never stays there for very long until he is ushered to a red carpet five cities away, or to a ten-minute interview that would keep him out of his own house for three days because it is over in Switzerland. It is just the way things have always been.

The man releases a sigh, “Yeah.” Scattered footsteps approach the two actors from behind, cueing them to turn their heads and spot the intruder. Low and behold, it was your soon-to-be graduating figure, now five years older and without braces, clutching a steaming styrofoam cup in hand. “Speak of the devil…” your dad clicks his tongue.

“Is that Y/N Evans, I see?” Sebastian teases, leaning outward in his chair for a hug.

“It is.” You giggle shyly, reaching out to hug Sebastian.

“What’re you doing here, bug?” Your father asks.

“I thought I’d bring you a Monday morning pick me up since I love you so much.” Sebastian lets out a small “awe” at your thoughtfulness. Your father, however, quirks a skeptical eyebrow in your direction.

“Yeah, I don’t believe that for a second.” Chris shakes his head. “But, I will take this.” He plucks the cup of coffee from your hands while your mouth drops in offense. While taking a large sip of his usual order, he motions with his hand for you to explain yourself.

“Fine.” You huff, glancing down at your shoes. “There were no online assignments today and I was hoping you could sorta maybe possibly give me a tour of the set before I fly back?” Your voice speeds up towards the end of your question, but your father hears you loud and clear. He looks towards Sebastian for his input.

The brunette shrugs. “I don’t see a problem with it. Might wanna check with the big guns first, though.”

“I suppose we could show you around—“ Your father could not finish his sentence, for the large speakers planted strategically around the building resounded with high-pitched feedback. Each of you winced at the harsh noise, before perking up at the deep voice echoing around the room moments later.

ALL CAST AND CREW TO SET PLEASE! ALL CAST AND CREW TO SET!

“Might be a minute though,” Chris warns, ready to give you directions to his trailer.

“Oh, please can I just come with you! I swear you won’t even know I’m there.” You put your hands together, glancing up at your father with the infamous “puppy dog eyes” he could never reject so cruelly. The two men stand from their makeup chairs and share another glance.

“She brought you coffee.” Sebastian reminds his co-star, with a glance down at the coffee cup.

“I guess she did, huh?” You await your father’s response, swaying back and forth on the balls of your feet. He finally looks back at you. “I guess we can go ask if it’d be alright.”

“Sweet!” You cheer out, before spinning around and leading the way. “Oh, and that cup of coffee is gonna cost you.” Your father glances between the warm cup occupying his large hands and back up to you, bewildered.

“What? I thought you bought this out of love?”

“I did. But it took a full hour of waiting in line, and another forty minutes of driving to get it here, still warm. I don’t do that for just anybody.” You point, before crossing your arms in defense.

“Alright, fair enough…” Chris digs in his back pocket to retrieve his tattered leather wallet. “Name your price.”

“We’ll call it twenty.” Chris nearly spat his cappuccino onto the floor, while Sebastian took in the whole interaction with a smile on his face.

“Twenty? Did taxes go up again, or what?”

“It’s called economy, father. Risk and reward, demanding consumption and all that. Plus, there was this really cute pair of shoes in the shop next door.”

“I take it that economics exam went well, then?” You side-eyed your father, not responding for a moment.

“Don’t try changing the subject. Twenty dollars.” You insist once again. He merely sighs, shuffling through his cards and coupons from months ago that are probably far beyond expired.

“I’m not sure your friends would be proud knowing you hustle your father for money.” Chris teases.

“And I’m not sure grandma would be proud knowing what exactly happened to her prized vase.” You spared a glance back at your dad, whose eyes hardened into a playful glare. Sebastian lets out a whistle, impressed by your bargaining.

Chris ultimately digs out one twenty-dollar bill and two more ten-dollar bills from his pocket, “how ‘bout we double the twenty, and you never bring up grandma’s vase again?” He offers, waving the green paper before your eyes.

“I’ll take thirty if we drop my Econ exam, too.” Soon, your father is slapping bills in your hand with a content smile crawling on both of your faces.

“Pleasure doing business with you.” Spinning around to continue your path down the long corridor, all your footsteps pause at your dad’s instruction. “Take a right here, sweetheart.” You obey his direction and the soles of your sneakers--once a pristine white, but now appearing a faded beige from all the years of wear and tear--screeched on the concrete floors of the building through your sharp turn. Soon after twisting your body in this new direction, a small “oof” passed through your lips as a figure collided harshly against your own.

“Woah!” Simultaneously, you and your shoes are letting out a pitiful squeak once realizing all traction has abandoned your clumsy self. Prior to your bottom colliding with the flooring, you catch a glimpse of a bright yellow sign reading that the floors are wet.

“Bug, are you okay?”

“Goodness, I’m so sorry.” Two hands are introduced to your vision, once stunting a Rolex timepiece and slightly darker tone than the smaller one beside it.

“I’m okay.” You grunt, deciding to take your father’s hand and graciously allow him to pull you back up on your feet. “You know wet floors and I have a history.”

“Yeah, just like how you pulling doors that say “push” on them have a history.” Chris’s deep tone teases, as the corner of his lips curls up into a smirk. You only grumble and turn to face the stranger who nearly ran you over.

“No, I think that one was on me. Sorry, love.” You take in his apologetic, yet airy accent. He was from England, no doubt--if the accent was not enough of a clue, his pale skin and built frame currently adorning a football jersey gave plenty away.

“It’s alright.” The brit offers you a smile. Your dad, however, objects to the newly formed olive branch between you and the boy.

“Um, no, it’s not.” He snaps, shaking his head. “You could’ve seriously hurt her. And it’s Y/N to you, not “love.” Got it?”

“Understood, sir. Y/N, not love, my sincerest apologies for running into you.” A small giggle leaves you. At least he doesn’t take too many things to heart. “It’s a pleasure to meet you all, by the way. I’m--”

“No time, kid.” Your father waves a dismissing hand in his direction. “We gotta get to the main set.” You and Sebastian shadow your father’s quickening pace to the set, not daring to say a word.

“Oh, you know where it is? I need to get there, too.” Chris doesn’t bother replying, and rather, starts a hushed conversation with his co-star beside him.

“Who is he?” He hisses quietly, to which Sebastian assures him that he is probably, “just an intern.”

“I’ll just follow you all, then.” Silence fills the rest of your walk to the main set, with the exception of your shoes all squeaking on the wet flooring. As soon as long tables, bearing white cloths and a thousand varying assortments of food come into view, your heart leaps in your chest. A large cluster of people conversates, all while being surrounded by green screens and cameras and harsh, blinding lights. You wonder how people could concentrate on learning one another’s names when they were all standing on a billion-dollar movie set.

“It doesn’t even feel real.” You hear beside you. Upon turning your head, you find the supposed “intern” staring back at you, awaiting your thoughts on the view. Warmth swarms your insides at the stage lights’ reflection his dark brown eyes which help create a color similar to honey. A few seconds pass before you are absorbing his words and agree with a quick nod and flustered expression.

“Tell me about it.” You breathe out. “So, are you a crew member here, or…”

“Oh, no. I’m actually--” A large clap stuns the both of you, momentarily ending your conversation. The boy’s chestnut curls flop around as he turns his attention to the man standing on a prop crate with a stack of crisp, white papers in his hands. Your eyes continue flickering over to admire his profile. His fair skin and subtle jaw gave you the impression that he couldn’t be too much older or younger than you. Perhaps your father and Sebastian were correct about him being an intern for the film. You kept pondering in your mind the same few questions, while the man announced miscellaneous bits of information before you became white noise to your ears.

If he is near your age, how did he land an interning role as great as this one? You are the daughter of one of the main stars of the film and have the potential to be sent home just for breathing too close to some of these people. Do they have room open for another interning position? Maybe this cute guy next to you could show you the ropes--even if the “ropes” required you to memorize eighty different coffee orders. You would not really mind. Not if he was there to guide you.

“And now I’d like to introduce one of our newest cast members to the Marvel family. Everybody welcome our new Spider-Man, Tom Holland!” You follow the man’s gesturing arm and are appalled when you find it is pointing to the spot directly right of you. The same spot where the honey-eyed, curly-haired, non-intern is standing. His wave is timid, his voice cracking only mildly as he says, “Hey everybody!” He catches a few eyes of people in the crowd, who wave back or offer a smile here or there. When he locks eyes with your dad’s scrutinizing one’s, however, he simply gulps and turns away.

“He’s Spider-Man?” You hear your dad’s voice, not too far behind you, sounding gruff. Tom’s face, now gushing a fierce red color, turns to you once again. This time, your eyes are wider, and his are still the same innocent, honey shade that cues your insides to do somersaults. If your life were suddenly transformed into a cartoon, Tom would be your new crush, and your pupils would be in the shape of two bulging hearts.

“You’re Spider-Man?”

“Forgive me, I was mistaken.” Sebastian declares to your father, aiming a finger at Tom, who is now caught up in conversation with you. “That’s Spider-Man.”

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violetren · 2 years

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I swing up and down on my excitement for The Batman (2022) from like moderately interested to severely disappointed. The reason being that I am kinda fucking sick to death of Edgelord Supreme Batman and the specific brand comic nerds that swarm around the release of edgy batman movies.

--You know the types. The very white very misogynistic ones who think "I've never met a girl who was into comics before" is a high quality pick up line--

But like if we are gonna have another dark edgy I Am Vengeance Batman then start-of-his-career-first-time-unleashing-his-trauma-in-the-form-of-fursuit-vigilantism-Batman is absolutely the way to go. Enough with the jaded I've-been-doing-this-for-years-and-Gotham-still-sucks-and-I'm-still-sad-and-lonely-Batman. Dude kinda sucks in that form.

Baby Batsy just figuring out where his lines actually are in practice and how fucked up of a ride he's signing himself up for is at least interesting and so there in lies my excitement, when I can feel it.

However remember that mention of being severely disappointed? Yeah, let's get back to that, because I've just figured out a big part of why I'm disappointed by this movie that isn't even out yet.

Initially I thought it was just because once again we are getting a Batman without ANY of the Robins. Batman is a brilliantly nuanced character who can stand on his own in general but you lose SO much of what makes him interesting and fundamentally Batman if you don't give him someone lighter/younger to play off of. So having him on his own consistently just gets bland.

He's like rice. A fucking great staple. Can really hit the spot on its own sometimes. Sometimes. However generally it should almost be eaten alongside or mixed with something else if you're gonna be eating consistently.

Give us a Batman and Robin and let us witness Bruce slip into his adoption addiction.

And while this remains a pretty big portion of why I am disappointed there is something more.

When I saw Robert Pattinson was gonna be Batsy I was unsure--Twilight and Cedric Diggory weighed heavy in my mind--but then I realised, with the discovery of there being no Robin, that it'd be fine.

This many times around with the signature no direct light sources style of filming fucking anyone can do batman so long as they can do a halfway decent glare and a kinda growly voice. Between the shadows, stuntmen, near monosyllabic dialogue for 80% of the time, and costuming you could seamlessly make a Batman movie with a different Batman actor in every scene and if you didn't credit every actor then most people probably would only pick out like 5 max and it'd be a massive conspiracy. Honestly, it'd be fun to see.

But anyways!

I realised tonight that the other reason I so quickly came to accept the idea of Robert Pattinson as Batman and why I'm so god damn disappointed by the concept of this movie isn't just that it wouldn't make sense for him to have a Robin, it's that it wouldn't make sense for us to see Brucie Wayne.

And Robert Pattinson would do a phenomenal Brucie Wayne!

Think about it for a second.

Robert "Kissed Taylor Lautner so Kristen Stewart wouldn't have to at an awards show" Pattinson.

Robert "crashed the Order of the Phoenix premiere after eating pizza and beer all summer just coz" Pattinson.

Robert "spent a GQ interview microwaving pasta while trying to make a new hand held pasta dish" Pattinson.

That mother fucker could be put on a red carpet set and given exactly 2 directions.

He's popular bumbling billionaire Bruce Wayne

He can't be moody, grimdark, or angry

And then just let loose using his own general knowledge of how red carpet events are meant to go to just fucking ad lib it while everyone else read from actual scripted lines.

You can't convince me they wouldn't get some quality Brucie Wayne shenanigans out of that scenario. The only reason they'd need multiple takes is to ensure the full info needed for the scene got across and that people weren't laughing too much.

Dude could absolutely make the "do the butts match" joke feel natural on screen.

And the movie is gonna be too dark and gritty to give us anything even remotely in the fucking vicinity of Brucie Wayne and that is one of the major reasons I am pre-emptively disappointed by The Batman (2022).

#chirping wren #the batman #robert pattinson #brucie wayne #Bruce Wayne #dc opinions

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annoyingstupidmiracle · 3 years

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L.A. Confidential- l.r.h

CONTAINTS SMUT

Word Count: 1876

“My girl might leave me if she hears about this..” That Aussie accent mumbled under his breath as you left marks down his neck in a heated session behind his hotel door. You wouldn’t dare say a word as long as is hands would continue lingering on your skin every other night.

“She won’t,” you told him as he unzipped the back of your dress.

Your eyes blinked as you came out of your daydream from only a few nights prior. You stood in line at the red carpet waiting to take pictures of the band of 5 Seconds of Summer. You had began a job of being a professional photographer for popular bands or singers like them and it paid well. The only downfall was the fact that you had fell head over heels for the front man who also had a girlfriend.

Luke Hemmings was all around perfect, especially in your eyes. The way he laughed at your jokes in order for you to take a good picture of him just made your heart stop. His eyes had always lingered on you whenever you were in close perimeter. His girlfriend, Chloe, was a stunning blonde with tan skin and a perfect white smile. She was drop dead gorgeous, but Luke just couldn’t help himself when it came to you. You weren’t famous, only the people in your pictures were, but to Luke you were something else.

As soon as the boys stepped out into the light, Luke’s blue hues scanned the crowd in front of him in search of your beautiful form. You had always surprised him with the dresses and outfits you pulled off at the red carpet walks, interviews, or photo shoots. Tonight; however, you had decided on tight leather pants and an off the shoulder white blouse which had paired with your skin tone perfectly. The shoes you wore had really thrown him off. They were thick, black stilettos that crossed over your feet and allowed for your hot pink painted nails to be shown off. Luke had always been a fan of how you highlighted the best features of yourself. That’s exactly when he decided on how he was going to fuck you senseless over the-

“Luke! Luke, over here!” The paparazzi screamed over the flashes of cameras from every direction. The only camera he looked at was yours.

“Well, that was a crazy crowd, Jesus.” Calum said while stripping himself of his suit jacket and plopped himself in the couch of your hotel room.

“Yeah, well the afterparty is going to be worse.” Ashton breathed out as he unbuttoned the top few buttons of his dress shirt. You had your laptop out at the desk with the memory card inside it, scrolling through the hundreds of pictures you took for the night in order to send them to management for the band.

They had officially hired you for the full time job for their photographer early last year so, you had made it your full duty to make sure they got the best pictures and publicity you could. Ever since you got the job, the guys instantly made you feel like you were a part of a family. They were your best friends and you couldn’t be any happier.

“Crystal and I are going out for dinner tonight.” Mikey said as he fixed his hair in the mirror. “And no, I’m not skipping.” He adds before his friends could convince him otherwise.

Luke took this as his chance to speak up. “Yeah, I’m going to skip out on the afterparty, too. I haven’t gotten that much sleep lately.” Your eyes dart over to the blonde just to see that he was already staring back at you. A blush made its way to your cheeks as you turned back to your computer.

Calum and Ashton rolled their eyes. “Guess it’s just you and I tonight.” Calum said with a sigh.

“Alright, well we’re gonna head out then.” Ashton announces before ushering Cal out the hotel door. Mikey bids his goodbye as well before he’s out the door as well.

Arms reached around the back of the chair, wrapping themselves around your shoulders as lips pressed against your jaw. “Real smooth.” You joked and closed your laptop before sliding around the chair and standing to your feet. You were then pushed back down, but against the bed this time and a gasp left your lips. Luke was smirking down at your vulnerable form while your elbows were the only thing giving you some sort of angle to look at him better. You stared up at him through thick lashes innocently, waiting for him to do something. His hands ached to touch you through those leather pants, he just didn’t know what he was going to do yet.

Instead of waiting on him, your hand reached out to grab his own and placed it over the leather material between your legs. Luke’s body shuddered with pure excitement as he lowered himself over you against the bed. An elbow plopped down beside your head as a hand stroked your (h/c) hair out of your face. His eyes bored into yours and for a second, your heart beat changed pattern. You had silently hoped that his did the same as you smiled up at him. The smile that got him weak in the knees, which led to his next step of pressing his lips against yours.

You could feel him growing hard against you as he pushed himself farther against you. Luke pulled away from your lips only to leave kisses down your jawline. There was something about the way he was acting tonight that was different than any other night. Instead of dwelling of the thought, you cleared your throat.

“Is something wrong?” You question while running a hand through your hair.

“You know I got somebody so I can’t fuck with just anybody.” Luke mumbles next to your ear which causes your cheeks to heat up. What is he saying? “But sometimes I get lonely.”

You’ve heard those words before, and it only made you angry. It meant that he and his girlfriend had been arguing. She might’ve been pretty, but she was manipulative and often left Luke a drunk mess, but ever since he met you, he hasn’t touched a drop. You were his distraction, and he loved it. He loved how you made him feel important, and needed. Chloe was independent and would rather spend her time with friends at the club than to have a night inside in bed next to Luke with a movie playing, or to go out to dinner.

“Lu, you know you can always come to me.” You soothed. Although it made you guilty that he was cheating on his girlfriend, you were also glad because there had been so many rumors about her cheating that you’d believe it. He kissed your lips in response and lost himself against you. In that moment, you cupped his face in your hand and flipped so that you were now straddling his waist. In a swift movement, he pulled the blouse you wore over your head and to the floor. A grin took over the frown on his face as his hands roamed over your curves.

Your hands reached down and began unbuttoning his dress shirt as well as his pants while he shuddered under your touch. A hand reached behind and groped your rear, pulling you against the hard body beneath you. “Hold up.” Luke says while pushing you up to a standing position. He then curled his fingers on the inside of your leather pants and yanked them down your legs. A blush made its way to your face as you laughed. Luke then lifted you from the ground, wrapping your legs around his waist before putting you on your back. He fit in between your legs perfectly. You reached a hand down in between you and pulled his pants down just enough down his legs as he moves the lace covering you to the side.

Kissing him, you muffled the sounds of your moan as he pulls himself out of his boxers and enters you. He pulled away and placed his forehead against your own, looking in your eyes. “Fuck, Luke.” You breathed out while looking down between your bodies as he pumped in and out of you. His white teeth shined down at you as he grinned. With a swift movement, he wrapped his arms around your torso and flipped so that you were now on top of him.

“Ride me, (y/n).”

You did as told, wincing as his nails dug into your hips. It hurt, but you loved it. He knew how he made you feel while he fucked you senseless. Speaking of, he reminded himself what went through his head at the red carpet. Before he could get too close, he quickly pulled out of you. “Lay over the desk in front of the mirror.” He demanded. This excited you, so you hurried over to the spot he told you to. Grabbing the edge of the table, you tilted your head to the side in order to look at him.

“Like this?” You asked, but he shook his head. He entered you again causing a gasp to escape your lips. Luke reached around your head and wrapped a hand around your throat, forcing you to look in the mirror.

“Like this, I want you to watch me fuck you senseless.”

“O-Okay.” You stuttered, unable to contain yourself as the feel of his hand around your throat caused a different kind of feeling in the pit of your stomach.

He then began to thrust in and out of you at a fast pace as the desk bumped against the wall repeatedly. There was sure to be a noise complaint. And thank god the rest of the band decided to go out for the night. Your climax began to draw closer as he drilled into you.

“Are you close?” He asked, getting close as well. You nodded, unable to form words as he watched you in the mirror. “I wanna hear you scream, baby.”

“Fuck, Lu.” You cursed while adjusting yourself as the desk dug into your skin.

“Louder, I want everyone in the hotel to hear you scream my name.”

“What about-”

“(y/n).” He warned. You were nearly tipped over the edge as his hand tightened around your neck and your stomach flipped.

“Luke!” Your strangled voice screamed nearly at the top of your lungs as the two of you came together, him filling you up. After a few seconds, he let you relax before pulling out of you to get stuff to clean up. He disappeared in the bathroom, and soon came back to help you clean up. Leaning against the desk, you watched as he wiped the liquid from your skin.

“We’re gonna have to go to the pharmacy before they close.” You mumbled embarrassingly. You often had to make a trip there in order to get plan b.

“I know, why do you think I got out clothes for you to change into?” Looking over, you saw a small pile of folded clothes which belonged to him causing your heart to melt.

“Thank you.”

“You know, I can’t leave her right?”

Frowning, you nodded. “I know.”

“L.A Confidential.”

You nodded again and sighed. “L.A. Confidential.”

#lukehemmings #luke hemmings imagines #luke hemmings smut #5sos smut #5sos #luke 5sos #5sauce

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merlinssassybeard · 2 years

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Random

Tags- nsfw, that's it ,Period

good for you

You're 22

It has been few months since you got married to gojo satoru. You were now the new clan head gojo satoru's wife, aka the new lady of the gojo clan.

Your family couldn't be any more prouder of their loveliest child's achievements. You're a prolific lawyer and now the lady in the jujutsu sorcerer society's most powerful clan.

So beautiful, both of you are perfect for each other.

But as the gojo clan lady that meant you had the biggest responsibility of maintaining good relationships with everyone and producing heir. But satoru had different plans for you.

He has given you all the freedom in the world because you see, you weren't allowed to continue your professional career as a lawyer due to the orders by the elders and the gojo family itself. But your husband is just built different.

He had your back the whole time when the elders and the families were busy arguing about your future. You couldn't believe. Your eyes were fixated on him as he argued back for you.

You couldn't get him out of your head. Why is he so good? Why does he have to be?

Is this destiny thing giving you things to love only to brutally snatch it away?

Your really scared of loving him. Really you are. Traumatized with what happened the last time you loved someone with all your heart. You couldn't imagine satoru ending up as such. But he's the strongest, he'll live, won't he?

After you had gotten married, you were supposed to shift to the 5000sqft traditional gojo mansion in tokyo but instead satoru told you to choose a place of your choice. You both cannot move into the villa because its obviously too big but that's not the problem. You see, big houses require big staff, and since your husband is in the black list of the elders, they'd be planting spies as staff there. Of course, to keep an eye and ear whether satoru is plotting against them or not.

Its disturbing but he's here for you.

It had been few months since you got married. You were still doing the new duplex apartment that you had chosen while satoru had gone away for 2 months on a mission. You were lonely, you couldn't agree more on that. You wanted him here with you, to help you set both of your new place, to choose the color of carpet or the drapes, or the color of the kitchen, or even the bedroom? Anything! You wanted him, you needed him truly. You love him so much.

But then someone has to do the job too yknow so that special grades or sorcerers like you can chase their dreams, even if it meant sacrificing his own. You sighed as you thought to yourself.

It was evening, 8.21 pm . 2 months had gone away just like that and it was 5th december i.e the day satoru will be back, or atleast that's what he said.

You were sitting on the couch eagerly waiting for him while you watched movie on a big ass 200cm tv as you had just finished preparing dinner, spaghetti and meatballs with red wine and some sweets for him.

You heard your bell ring. You knew it!!! He's back!!!!! Without wasting a nano second you ran and opened the door and jumped onto him and he caught you as you wrapped your legs around him and kissed him deep, on the corridor, yes that too while your neighbor lady was passing by.

You both were happy and excited as you had settled down on the dining table and you served him the spaghetti.

"So, did you miss me or what" your husband asked as he raised his glasses to cover his eyes.

" nope not at all. Why would I?" You replied with a smirk.

" wha! Ouch. I thought you did that's why ran to me like that!"

"Oh that i did beacuse i wanted to punch you"

"Yea punching with your lips, nice."

"So! Do you like the house? I did the drapes, basically i did everything not just the drapes yknow!"

" yea, good."

" good? Is that all you gon say?"

" yea, good. White everywhere "

" there's grey too!"

"Yea. Grey too"

"Is everything alright? You seem pretty fucked up even though you took shower"

"Yea, everything's good. I'm actually happy you know."

"Tell me about it!"

You both had a long chat while dinner. And after t dinner too , you both got into bed later.

You took a deep breath before laying down. You saw satoru just laying and staring at the ceiling.

"Toru, are you alright?" You asked as you caressed his snow white hair.

Yes you call him toru in private, satoru among friends and gojo in public.

"Yeah just a headache, nothing serious" he said as he turned to you and wrapped his arms on you. You had your back to him. He was spooning you. You felt so good. You missed the warmth. His warmth.

He slid his hands under your shirt and slowly started moving his hands from your waist to your breasts. He continued this as he had his face in your hair slowly kissing your and nibbling on your earlobe. Your soft moans were getting lost in your pillow as he started circling and slightly pinching your nipple that were now erect. You couldn't bear with this brutal foreplay. You wanted him in, deep in you so you started grinding onto his solid length and took your hand and started tugging onto his boxer. He knew you wanted him. So he let you lower his boxers. As you lowered his boxers, with your other free hand you quickly slipped down your pyjamas.

"So you did miss me huh" he whispered in your ears with the most seductive tone you had ever heard. "Are you sure? Won't it hurt you?" He enquired.

"Ugh. Toru please, please my love i want you please toruu" you were literally begging him as he removed his hand from breasts to your stomach and then lower to your clit and started circling it and then he put 2 of his fingers into your wet pussy.

"Aagh...shii..it" you moaned as he started thrusting roughly his long and slender 3 fingers in and out of you. Preparing your tight little pussy for his big length.

You, out of nowhere, quickly turned to him to face him and sat up. He was startled by your movement.

You took your hand and roughly gripped his chin, his lips pouting now. You quickly sat on top of him and leaned down to kiss him. A rough kiss. Where you straight went for his tongue and after a small battle of dominance, you won!! Exploring all the places in his mouth. And as you broke off the kiss, you left a trail of saliva which you licked off of his lips with your tongue.

Satoru is quite impressed he has to say. You did miss him afterall.

"Open your shorts, quick!" You ordered him as you got out of bed to throw out your own fucking pyjama. He is amazed how you're ordering out.

"Yes commander!" He jokingly said as he threw his shorts while laying down.

You, without wasting a nano second got back and quickly fixated your entrance over his dick.

" slow down commander, you'll hurt yourself " he said beacuse you're really rushing out things.

"Huh?! You think i can't take you at once?" You stopped and asked him with fierce gaze.

"Nop. You'll hurt yoursel...oh shit what the fuck"

That was him moaning as you took him all in, painfully, and started riding him roughly.

He held your waist as you had your hands laid out on his well built chest with your eyes locked with satoru's celestial eyes.

You kept ridding him even rougher now and moved your hands ftom his chest to your head to move away your hair and hold them ans with the other you started massaging your breasts indicating him to do so. And he did, toru moved his one hand from your waist to your boobs and started roughly kneading them as with the other he started stimulating your clit roughly.

You couldn't take it anymore, so your pace started faltering and he noticed it so he quickly sat up ans started fucking you in lotus position as he grabbed your ass to pound into you. You, lost in pleasure, somehow managed to lock your hands onto his neck. He started fucking into even harder as you grabbed handful of his hair and pushed his head back as you brought your face closer and kissed him and then broke off the kiss and locked your eyes into his. You gave him a small peck on his nose and then he pecked your nose too.

"Fuck....fu...ck...uck...fuckfuck." you moaned

"To..to..toru...toru..toru I'm..im..cumming"

"Yea me too" he replied with a little pant in his voice.

"...toruu.....fuc..k..In me...do...in.." you managed to say in between your highs

"What!? No!" He said

You quickly grabbed his chin making his lips pout. "Listen up you bitch you're doing it in me" you magically managed to say a whole ass sentence. He was shocked alright!!

"In your dreams you bitch" he said as he roughly laid you down in missionary and started going deeper and pushed your legs close to your chest and rocked you even deeper now as he grabbed your breasts and kneaded them roughly with his one hand and with another he had now grabbed you by your chin and your lips were pouting now with eyes locked onto his.

"Please toru, toru please... im....close....please.." uou managed to say through your pouted lips.

"In you?" He asked you softly as he brought his forehead to your forehead.

"Yes yes yes yes please toru toruu" you kept begging him, for him to cum in you.

And after few more thrust, you came on his cock. And then he too came in you.

He plopped by your side as you laid breathing.

"What the actual fuck was that? You care to explain my dear dear wife"

" i don't know, the fuck are you talking about?" You said as you calmed down your breathing

" YOU GOING WILD LIKE THAT, almost gave me a heart attack when you got up"

" what! You never seen a dominating woman?" You said as you looked at the cum slowly dripping out.

"You're crazy", "i like crazy" he silently said with a smile

"Toru, we've to go to the new year's party "

"Who invited us? I don't like to go" he said as he scratched his head softly

" seriously luv? You're asking that?" You said as you watched the cum gush out of you.

"you're a fkin clan head you snow white, you represent your whole family, and i have to lick the boots of the elders there too. Plus noaya is coming too. I need you there, don't you dare throw excuses at me" you continued

"Noaya? Hmm I'll see. If i have i day off"

" You're doing it again "

"What?"

" Excuses!! what're you, 8yo?"

He pouted

"I'd talk to principal yaga myself to give you a day off. Its our first new year don't you get it toru?"

"Hmm"

" you don't and won't stay the whole year with me and its ok but can't you spare just one day for me?"

"Its not that i don't like, its all those higher-ups there, they annoy me"

"Oh that they do alright"

You both jumped into the bathroom and had good sleep anfter a cuddle.

To be continued....

Too long but worth it.

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Slumber Party

Pairing: Sasha x Reader

Word Count: 5.8k

Warnings: Implied Praise Kink, Cunnilingus

Quick Summary: Sleepover with Sasha turns sexual.

Notes: This was inspired by the song Slumber Party by Ashnikko, I hope you guys enjoy!

6:13 PM

Your feet ran down the stairs quicker than you could keep up with after you heard the familiar ding of the doorbell. You ran through your living room, and right to the front door. You knew who waited on the other side - since she waited there every Friday night - but you were still filled with excitement at finally seeing her again.

Once you had unlocked the door handle, you swung the door open immediately, taking no time to think about what you were doing. Light flooded in from the outside, the sun setting in the distance and Sasha’s shadow laid on the living room’s carpeted floor.

Sasha stood in front of you with her duffel bag over one shoulder and her phone in the opposite hand. She wore jean shorts - since today had been one of the hottest days all summer - and a grey tank top. She also wore a pair of flip flops with a bright blue anklet around her pale ankle.

Sasha glanced up from the messages open on her phone, “Hi.”

You smiled wide at your best friend, “Hi.” Sasha quickly locked her phone and dropped her bag, opening her arms wide for you and you walked forward to accept the hug. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too. We haven’t seen each other in like-” Sasha took a second to think about her next words- “Two days?”

“Three,” You said against her shoulder, “If you don’t count our FaceTime calls.”

“Right,” Sasha said into your hair, “‘Cause if we were counting those, I saw you two hours ago.”

You took a step back from Sasha, “Well, I needed somebody to tell me my makeup was pretty.”

“That’s not fair.” Sasha grinned. “You always look pretty.”

You playfully pushed Sasha’s shoulder, trying to distract her from seeing your obviously embarrassed face. Your face and ears were heating up with blood and you couldn’t wipe the wide smile from your mouth. You didn’t want your best friend to see how physically embarrassed you got from hearing her compliment you; you refused to give her the satisfaction of seeing how high you hold her opinion.

It wasn’t strange to hear Sasha compliment you - in fact, it would have been weirder if she hadn’t complimented you - but hearing Sasha say a sweet word about your person always made you crawl back into your metaphorical hermit shell. You never knew how to respond to Sasha’s kind words about your appearance because they always felt genuine instead of a way of being generally nice.

“I was thinking we could order pizza later,” You said, “And I have ice cream in the freezer and I made sure to buy some soda for you-”

“Did you remember my favorite kind?” Sasha’s face was taken up mostly with a wide smile as she awaited your answer.

“Of course.” You grinned softly to the brown haired girl in front of you. “I always remember everything you tell me.”

Sasha giggled before taking your distance from the door as a way of entrance. She walked inside the apartment she’s been to a million times. But, this time felt different almost - as if she could feel the impending series of events for the next day and a half playing out in front of her already.

8:47 PM

“Well,” You said as your hips shifted closer to her hips, “If you stop squirming, then it won’t be so hard to get the eyeliner just right. Got it?”

Sasha furrowed her already filled eyebrows at you, “But, I have a cramp in my hip. I can’t not shift when all I’m feeling on my left side is pure pain.”

It wasn’t completely a lie, Sasha was in pain but not exactly how she had disclosed to you. Sasha could feel her stomach inflating with nerves the longer you leaned in to be so close to her. She was used to you deciding to do activities in the spur of a moment, but she wasn’t expecting you to beg her to let you do her makeup if she showed you that picture - she wasn’t really sure why you chose this way to do her makeup either.

Usually, when a person gets their makeup done, the makeup artist will be sitting right beside them, leaning in close and getting everything just right. Which is not at all what you’re doing at the moment, you’re leaning in close - sure, but that’s where the similarities in the two scenarios end.

You were sitting on Sasha’s hips atop of the neat covers of your bed. You were straddling her waist and pressing yourself deeper into her pelvis with each concentrated movement. She knows her hip doesn’t hurt as badly as she says - in fact, she could sit underneath you all day long if you’d have her - but, she feels her stomach flutter with butterflies the longer you’re on top of her, and she wishes she could touch you but she doesn’t know if the action will make you uncomfortable or not, so she doesn’t.

You sigh before picking up your hips from her hips, “I’ll move but I’m not finished with your makeup.”

“Huh?” Sasha asks with bright red cheeks and widened eyes. She thought complaining about her hip would surely make you scram but you almost seem determined to stay on top of her.

“Here.” You lifted your hips enough so that her’s could be free underneath you. You still straddled her sides, but now you situated your ass into the air and your shirt had shifted forward. Sasha wasn’t sure how it was possible, but she knew the situation had gotten worse - or maybe, better - for her. All she wanted now was either to look down your shirt, place her hands on your ass and grind you down into her or kiss you passionately from underneath you - but, she didn’t know how you’d feel about any of those options so she stays still in silent agony.

She closed her eyes when you asked, she blinked slowly when you asked, and she puckered her lips when you asked. And, even though she couldn’t do what she wanted to do, she still got a bit of pleasure every time she did as you asked. You’d make sure to tell her exactly how you felt about her submission, whispering praise into the space between your faces - each praise giving Sasha another thing to worry about between her hips.

11:24 PM

The blanket kept falling off of your shoulder, exposing the bare skin to the coldness of your living room. You snuggled your body in closer to Sasha, pressing the cold skin of your shoulder against her warm bicep. She leaned into your touch, gently laying her head on top of your own in order to trap your cheek to her body.

You could fall asleep where you sat, cuddled close to your best friend and barely listening to the distant sounds of the movie in front of you. The coldness of the room was working as melatonin to your already tired body. Your eyes fluttered closed, snapping open every few minutes once your mind realized you were starting to drift off.

“This is the best part,” Sasha suddenly said by your side. You nodded weakly against her arm which got Sasha’s attention. She glanced at you for a moment, watching you from the corner of her eyes. “Are you even watching?”

Sasha looked over to your partially open eyes looking up into her face through your thick eyelashes. You swallowed back the sleepiness that had crept so steadily upon you as you attempted to look awake. But, Sasha saw right through your poor facade, shaking your head from her shoulder with disappointment.

“You’re asleep!” Sasha turned to you, her eyes wide with shock. “But, this is the best part!”

“I’m sorry,” You groaned the words out, “I’m just so tired.”

Sasha pouted at you, “Do you not like the movie?”

“No.” Adrenaline shot through your body as you attempted to convince your best friend. “I- I really like this movie! I just need a cup of coffee or something! The movie’s really good, I swear.”

Sasha took a deep breath, “It’s too late for coffee.” Your eyes darted behind Sasha’s shoulder at the living room window. She was right, the moon was high in the sky and only darkness seeped in through the glass behind the curtains. Sasha's next words came out as a question, “But, it’s not too late for ice cream.”

Your eyes snapped back to Sasha’s filled with sudden excitement, “I do have ice cream.”

Sasha smiled wide, “Perfect!” She leaned over and grabbed the remote from the coffee table, swiftly pausing the movie.

You led Sasha from the living room and to the kitchen, and you could feel her eyes on your back as you walked. It was hard not to look at you, especially in the pieces of clothing you wore as pajamas. You walked around your apartment in a velvet pair of sleep shorts and a tank top that stopped right above your belly button, creating a stripe of soft skin between the hem of your shirt and the waist of your shorts.

You didn’t leave your apartment most nights, either by yourself or with Sasha. You preferred dressing scandalously to bed and cuddling deep into your blanket to keep your body warm. And, when Sasha slept over, you instead used each other’s body heat to keep warm during the night, snuggling close to each other under your thick blanket.

You felt Sasha’s gaze heavy on the skin of your back and then again as it moved to your hips and ass. She watched as your sides moved back and forth with each step. She stared mindlessly at the dimples that swayed on the small of your back.

You turned around to Sasha once you stood in the middle of the kitchen. Sasha’s gaze slowly found your face, instead running gently over the front of your body. Then, finally, Sasha’s light brown eyes stared into your own.

You looked away from Sasha’s peering eyes. Sometimes holding eye contact with her was too much for you, it all felt much too intense and overwhelming. Holding eye contact with her made your stomach turn with butterflies and made your mind go wild with random thoughts that you tried to ignore most days. Thoughts of something big happening, whether it be a long awaited simple kiss or an asteroid through the room you both sat in.

You instead stared at the tiled floor of the kitchen as she watched you, “I have rocky road and metropolitan.” You glanced back at Sasha to see her smiling at you. You furrowed your eyebrows at your best friend, trying to keep your body from feeling like static. “And sprinkles.”

Sasha grinned, “I’ll have some rocky road-” After you had turned around and walked off towards the fridge, Sasha added- “Oh, and with sprinkles on top.”

You grinned into the freezer, your skin erupting in goosebumps from the wandering cold air. You grabbed the two cartons of ice cream, placing them on the counter beside the fridge before walking towards the lazy Susan in which the sprinkles were.

You turned from the corner of the kitchen, now realizing the new obstacle in your way of the sprinkles. Sasha had found her normal spot in the kitchen, sitting on the counter above the lazy Susan. Her feet dangled in front of the cabinet, and her eyes watched you as you walked around the kitchen with a purpose.

You walked over to Sasha, grinning at her before glancing at the cabinet she sat in front of. You were hoping your best friend would get the message without you having to ask because you weren’t sure how to ask for permission between her legs without seemingly asking for everything you’ve ever wanted.

“Sash’,” You said sweetly, “Can I-?” You pointed at the lazy Susan, silently asking her the rest of the question.

All she did in response to your question was tilt her head and grin playfully. She seemed to be playing a game - and it made your heart skip a beat - but you weren’t completely sure if she was. You were crazily rash sometimes, but when it came to friendship, you wouldn’t take a risk unless it was a heavily calculated move.

“What’s up?” Sasha asked innocently.

You grinned, “I need in that cabinet-” Sasha glanced down at the cabinet and then back at you, all without moving her body. “The sprinkles are in there. I need between your legs.”

Oh shit, there it is, the words you didn’t want to have to say. You couldn’t help how uncomfortably hot your body got after saying them, shifting from one leg to the other as if that would cool yourself down. And, you wished you hadn’t seen Sasha’s sudden surprise at the request, her eyes widened and her mouth in a permanent smile.

“Oh,” Sasha said with a tone dripping with cockiness, “You need between my legs? Then, what’s the password?”

You stared at Sasha with squinted eyes, “You have a password for between your legs? Are you wearing a chastity belt or something?”

“I guess that’s the only thing that would make sense.” Sasha giggled before raising a single eyebrow at you. “But, what’s the password?”

“You were serious?” Sasha nodded before you started thinking about what this mysterious password could be. “Is it 0-7-2-6-0-1?”

Sasha raised her eyebrows, “Huh?”

“Is it the same as your phone password?”

Sasha grinned, “Oh-” Sasha looked around the kitchen for a few moments before finally answering. “No.”

You sighed and thought again about what Sasha could make as a spur of the moment password. Obviously she didn’t have a leg password before this moment, so it had to be something she made up on the spot. And, a lot was on the line for you knowing this vital part of information - not only would it prove how deeply you knew Sasha, but the damn ice cream was starting to melt.

“Okay,” You said as you crossed your arms against your chest. “I’m going to spitball some out, and you tell me if I get it right, okay?”

Sasha nodded, “Alright, deal.”

This game was harder than you originally thought it would be, maybe you didn’t know Sasha at all. You thought you’d be able to guess it almost immediately, you thought you knew nearly everything about the other girl. But, she must have the most obscure leg password ever, you wouldn’t be surprised if it were in a different language altogether.

“French fries,” Sasha shook her head. “Hamburgers,” Shake. “Sausage,” Shake. “Pork,” Shake. “Milkshake.” Shake. “Is it-?”

“Why are you only guessing menu items from a diner? I like other things, you know?”

You shrugged, “I know, you just really like diner food.”

She likes other things, huh? Sure, she likes food - more than anyone you’ve ever seen in your whole life. But, it must be something outside of food, what else does Sasha like?

She likes cats, and she likes hunting and fishing with her dad, and she likes roller coaster rides that go backwards. She likes a vast array of things, so to choose just one she would think of in the matter of a few seconds seemed almost impossible.

Except, there was one thing you knew she liked more than any of those other things. She talked about it all the time, from conversations that were progressively led to the subject to randomly texting you another fact long past the time you had gone to bed and she should have gone to bed as well. She talked about it almost all of the time, how could you forget?

It was alcohol, it had to be alcohol related!

So, you thought of anything under the category, anything at all. You thought of vodkas, and rums, and whiskies - but you know she prefers mixed drinks so you switched to those names. You couldn’t think of many drinks that would make sense as her password, except for maybe strawberry daiquiri - though, that one didn’t seem to be right.

In a second, you thought of the one drink she always asks for. She asks for them no matter who the bartender is, whether it’s Jean or Connie that week. She asks for them when she sees your bottle of peach liquor sitting on the floor of your closet. She even asks if you think a place will have them when you walk past a bar you can’t get into yet since you’re both underaged. It was the only drink that completely made sense for it to be her legs' password, she loved them too much.

In a moment of adrenaline pumping through your veins at the realization of what the password must be, you screamed the drink name louder than you needed to.

“Sex on my face!” You yelled, your body going hot with the realization of what you just shouted at your best friend.

Sasha raised her eyebrows at you, “You want me to what?”

You tried to laugh off the embarrassment, but it didn’t work properly. You instead decided to smile into your hands as you covered your face. This moment wouldn’t have been embarrassing if it were anybody else, there was just too much sexual tension between you and Sasha for this conversation to be normal.

“That’s my next guess, I’m guessing the password is sex on my face.” You took a deep breath between your palms, embarrassment finally settling in and even beginning to fade the longer you didn’t think about what happened.

“It’s not,” Sasha said with a grin. “But, it was a good guess, so go ahead.”

You nodded as Sasha jumped from the counter, allowing you access to the lazy Susan. You made the adventure quick, not wanting to dwell on what you said in order to be allowed to grab the sprinkles. It was even embarrassing to feel Sasha’s eyes on your body as you crouched over and into the cabinet, something that otherwise wouldn’t have openly bothered you much.

“Do you want to know my real password?” Sasha asked as you scooped the half-melted ice cream into a bowl. You nodded, not wanting to say much of anything after what happened. “My real password was peanuts, because you have peanuts on the counter.”

You glanced at the bag of peanuts near the sink and then back to the bowl. “I guess I shouldn’t have put much thought into it, since it took you a second to even think about it.”

“You were smart with the game,” Sasha admitted, “You thought of passwords I wouldn’t have thought of in a million years, but not smart enough, I guess-” There was a moment where the only thing that could be heard was the buzzing coming from the working fridge. “Even though I do love sex on my face - take that however you want to.”

You felt your body heat up again, even as Sasha walked away from beside you. Take that however you want to. Oh my god, was Sasha hitting on you?

2:22 AM

If you moved your foot just an inch to the right, you’d be able to feel Sasha’s shin. You almost wanted to move your foot forward and finally touch her. You wanted to scoot your body across your sheets, to feel her body close to yours and feel your skin ignite with a new passion you hadn’t let out in a very long time.

You opened your eyes to see Sasha’s brown eyes staring into your own. You grinned at the girl, feeling like speaking was the only way to eliminate the awkward tension now present in the air. Part of you wished her eyes hadn’t been open, you were okay with watching her in silence - something about her knowing you liked looking at her made your stomach turn with nerves.

“Hey,” You whispered into your partially dark bedroom, “Are you tired?”

Sasha shook her head against the pillow, smushing her cheek even deeper into the plushness, “Not even a little bit. How about you?”

You sighed, “Nope.”

The silence was back, but it wasn’t awkward like the last time - this was a new comfortable silence. In the moment, all you could do was watch Sasha and all she could do was watch you right back.

You wondered what the brown haired girl was thinking about. Your first assumption was food considering the girl’s eating habits, but after a second thought - you knew better than to guess that. You then assumed that maybe the girl was thinking of you.

Sasha was probably tossing and turning the idea of you in her head, or at least you hoped she was. You hoped she was thinking about the way you look right now with the moon shining in through the window behind you. And, you hoped she thought about how warm you felt on the couch, pressed up against her earlier. And, you hoped she thought about how warm you would feel underneath her, completely naked and-

Not now. You closed your eyes to hide the thoughts in your head, and you hoped covering your irises would keep Sasha from knowing what you were thinking about. Now wasn’t the time to think about your best friend that way, not when the option was so possible.

“Hey,” Sasha whispered into the quiet space between you, “What kind of car would you be, if you had to be one?”

You opened one of your eyes, “What?”

“You heard me.” Sasha grinned as she watched you think of the few types of cars you could actually name off of the top of your head. “I think I’d be a pickup truck-” Sasha ignored your loud snort- “Because I’m tall, kind of. And, I like carrying things, I don’t really know why - I guess I like being helpful. And, my dad’s got a farm, so it’s perfect.”

You smiled wide at Sasha, “Do you want to try again and maybe pick any other car on the planet?”

“What’s wrong with pickup trucks?” Sasha tucked a fallen strand of hair behind her ear. “Pickup trucks are cool, right?”

“Oh, yeah,” You said sarcastically.

Sasha playfully pushed at your shoulder, “Alright, if I have to choose a different type of car, then I guess I’d be a-” Sasha took a second to think- “A tractor.”

“Shut up,” You spoke through a loud fit of laughter.

“I’m serious.” Sasha giggled with you. “I’d either be a pickup truck or a tractor - I mean it.”

“One,” You said with a grin, “Tractors aren’t even considered cars. And, two, no you wouldn’t be a tractor because they are loud and dirty and-” You shrugged- “Actually, that kind of works for you.”

“Hey!” Sasha's voice had gone up a few octaves for that one word. She pushed at your shoulder again, this time her hand lingering on your body.

You giggled, “You’re the one who said it, Sash’, I was only repeating it.” Sasha grinned at you, her hand still on your shoulder and now making its way down your bicep. “And, I think I’d be a mustang. One, I’m sleek and luxurious. And two, I like to go fast.”

“Really?” Sasha’s fingers drew invisible circles above your elbow. Her fingers were slender and warm and the circles were drawn in a smooth and consistent motion. “Could you have picked a more cliché type of car?”

You wrinkled your nose at the girl, “At least I chose a car.”

The room grew quiet again, but the silence was different from the last two times - neither awkward nor comfortable. Instead, the silence was full, like there were so many words being spoken into the space around you. The darkness of the room told each other your deepest, darkest secrets and part of you knew Sasha could hear your every thought that kept you awake at night.

She could hear what you thought about before eventually falling asleep. She could hear your mental grocery lists about the things you needed to pick up the next evening. And, she heard your mental relivings of memories you only thought about when nobody could see the pain written across your face. And, she heard the feelings you had bottled up for so long - feelings all about how badly you wanted to feel her hands all over your body.

And, what was so wrong with wanting your best friend on top of you, honestly? Everybody felt this way at least once in their lives. And, what was so wrong with finally going for it? Every single sexual or romantic relationship started with one of the people taking a chance, and it seemed you just had to be that person.

“Sasha,” You whispered into the dark space between both of your faces.

“Mhm,” Sasha mumbled back, her hand finally reaching your wrist.

You took a deep breath, “Do you ever think of me at night?”

Sasha grinned, “All of the time - why do you ask?”

Sasha’s fingers now found your palm, the tickling motion causing your own fingers to jump. Her hand was so warm against your hand, and you didn’t want her to stop touching you. You would prefer if she touched you all over your body, but you were willing to settle with just holding her hand in the darkness, if that’s all she wanted.

“Because,” You said with a smile, “I think about you too - at night, during the day, in the mornings, in my dreams - all of the time, like you said.”

Sasha’s fingers intertwined with your fingers, her palm resting gently against your own. Sasha didn’t need to say anything for you to suddenly hear her thoughts. She must have felt the same way considering her hand stayed against your own even when she leaned in to kiss you.

Sasha’s mouth was soft, and you could taste the ghost of her strawberry chapstick still on her lips. Her mouth moved gently at first, metaphorically testing the waters before diving in. Her kisses were merely innocent pecks for a moment, until she leaned back and whispered to your mouth.

“Was that what you think about all the time?” Sasha’s breath fanned across your face with her words.

You grinned to yourself, “I’ve thought about much more than just that.”

Sasha’s lips were back on yours, her mouth making up for wasted time. You had felt this way about her for as long as you’ve been her friend, and for just as long, she’s felt the exact same way. And finally, months longer than you’d have liked, Sasha is actually kissing you.

Sasha removes her hand from yours and instead brings them to your sides. She feels her way up your hips and ribs, her fingers gently tickling the skin she touches. Her fingertips play with the hem of your shirt and the waist of your shorts, teasing you with the idea of her removing your clothes from your body.

You moved your arms around her neck and brought her face closer to yours. Her tongue was warm when it swooped into your mouth, licking across the roof of your mouth in one swift movement. Her tongue was so warm and arousing in fact that she drew a soft gasp from your mouth which only encouraged her further.

Sasha’s hands found your hips just before you rolled up on your knee, now straddling her lap. You were in the same position as earlier, sitting gently on her hips as you lean downward towards her face. But, instead of carefully applying eyeliner to her eyelids, you now kissed Sasha so roughly that your front teeth chattered against her front teeth.

Sasha ran her hands over your hips and ass, touching the places she had wanted to, but didn’t, touch earlier. Her fingers moved gently against your thighs, digging her nails into the plush skin. Her hands pressed onward, hellbent on finding their ways under the bottoms of your sleep shorts.

You let out a short gasp when you felt Sasha’s smooth fingers find the soft fabric of your panties. She grinned once she felt your surprise and whispered into your mouth.

“Did I shock you?” Sasha asked with a smile, “Did you expect me not to touch you when you’re on top of me like this?”

You breathlessly mumbled against her mouth, “‘Guess I didn’t expect you to be so determined.”

“Let me show you just how determined I am.”

Sasha pulled on the bottom of your shirt and you raised your arms, letting her remove the fabric from your body. Sasha throws the shirt to the ground, taking in the new sight in front of her - you sitting on top of her in only your sleep shorts and panties. Sasha had seen you in a bikini and even in your bra plenty of times but nothing could have prepared her for how beautiful with a bare chest.

You leaned down and pecked Sasha before your mouth traveled past her mouth and down her body. You kissed her jaw, the side of her neck, and behind her ear. The kisses that you left on Sasha’s skin tickled her body, causing her to let out breathy pants and soft giggles from between her lips.

Sasha arched her back towards you before suddenly switching positions with you. She pushed you onto the bed beside her, your back now against the comforter you were formerly lying underneath. Sasha sat above you, leaning back on her calves on the right side of your legs.

Sasha quickly pulled her shirt from her body, throwing it thoughtlessly to the ground. You reached towards her, placing your hands gently against the smooth skin of her stomach. Your fingers slowly made their ways up her ribs and to her chest, letting your fingertips rub gentle shapes into the sensitive skin of her tits.

Sasha bent down towards you, pressing her lips to yours as your hands continued to palm her. Sasha moaned into your mouth in between kisses, feeling herself growing hotter with every second your hands were on her. Sasha moved an inch back from your lips, whispering heavily into your mouth.

“Can I taste you?” Sasha came back in for another kiss.

You nodded against her face, “Yes, please.”

Sasha moved back onto her calves, smiling down at you for a second before moving her hands to the waist of your shorts. She pulled your sleep shorts down your thighs and legs, shoving them off of the bed and out of the way.

Sasha moved in between your legs, wrapping her hands around your body before leaning down. She spread a kissing trail from your navel down to the waistband of your panties. And once she reached your panties, she looked up at you - silently asking for permission to proceed.

“Please.” That one word came out in a desperate squeak.

Sasha giggled into your body, “‘You really that excited for me?”

Sasha slowly pulled your panties down your legs, tossing them to the floor as well. You felt the heartbeat between your legs pound as Sasha kissed slowly down your leg: a peck to your ankle, to your calf, to the side of your knee, to the inside of your thigh and finally to the most sensitive skin right beside her destination.

A loud moan erupted from your mouth when Sasha’s mouth found the place you needed her most. Her tongue licked against the slick that had collected in the area, drinking it into her mouth which only caused you to create more. Sasha’s mouth moved expertly between your legs, her tongue moving itself in and out and around your entrance.

You arched your back into the air as Sasha’s hands moved from your back to your ass and hips. She moved her fingers against your hips bones, squeezing the skin and pulling your body closer to her mouth until your thighs were practically suffocating her. But, Sasha didn’t stop, the possibility of death only encouraged her further - Sasha supposed if she had to die anywhere, she’d prefer to die between your thighs and tongue deep in your pussy.

Deep within your folds, Sasha used her tongue to write the same thing over and over again. Silently communicating with you through her movements, and even marking the area as her own. S-A-S-H-A, her tongue spelled out her name for you, each time driving you closer and closer to your orgasm, S-A-S-H-A.

You felt your legs shake on either side of Sasha’s face, your whole body jumping with arousal. You pushed your fingers into Sasha’s hair, fisting the strands into your palm in an attempt to alleviate the pressure growing in your stomach. Sasha moaned into your pussy, aroused by the idea of just how much pleasure she was giving you.

The growing pressure in your stomach started spreading to your entire body, causing your hips to buck forward from your impending orgasm. You pushed Sasha’s face deeper into your body, silently influencing her to continue exactly what she was doing. All it took was one more swoop of her tongue and you were unraveling into her mouth.

Sasha licked up every single drop of wetness, slowly bringing you back down from your high. Sasha sat up from between your legs, looking at you from where she sat on her calves. She grinned at you, her chin and cheeks drenched in what remained of your orgasm.

“So,” Sasha said with a large smile, “How was that?”

You giggled breathlessly into your hands, suddenly feeling the need to cover your face. All you could remember was just how loud you got while she was between your legs, the room echoed with the sounds of every moan that came from between your lips. You felt embarrassed by just how much you enjoyed Sasha’s tongue because what if she now knew how much you like her?

Sasha’s hands gently removed your palms from your face. You looked intently into her eyes and cursed just how deeply the other girl knew you. She’s your best friend and a good one at that, of course she can read the embarrassment written so obviously across your face.

“Hey,” Sasha said delicately, “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, babe. I enjoyed it just as much as you did.”

You sighed, “How about I give you something to enjoy? Wanna’ let me return the favor?”

“Oh?” Sasha raised a single eyebrow at you. “Hell yeah.”

You pushed Sasha into the bed the same way she had to you. You placed your thigh between her legs, pressing down into her before giving her a passionate kiss. Sasha groaned against your lips which only encouraged you to give her just as much pleasure she gave you. You stayed up all night with her, your lips against her lips and your thigh between her legs as you drank down every moan she gave you until the sun eventually came up on the other side of your bedroom window.

#sasha braus #sasha blouse #aot #modern au #sleepover #sasha x reader #aot x reader #sasha braus x reader #x reader #smut #f/f #wlw #sasha braus smut

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marvelouspeterparker · 3 years

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all worth it

pairing: tom holland x interviewer!reader

summary: tom is an actor, doing interviews is a part of his job. but there’s just something about you that makes him feel like the stress that comes with press tours and interviews is all worth it.

warnings: none, just fluff

notes: literally got this idea from looking at an onward interview gif (the one where he recites the lines from back to the future, iykyk) also imagine the pandemic never happened in this jfskgh

so tom loves his job, obviously

he gets to be his number one favorite superhero, make people happy, do what he loves, and more

but that doesn’t mean that there are no downsides to his career

there is actually a lot of stress that comes with being in the limelight and that includes people constantly watching your every move, being critiqued, questioned and put on the spot

and the perfect time for all this to occur? during interviews

now some of the time, interviews are nice, sometimes they’re even fun

but unfortunately a lot of the time, the same questions are asked in each and every one, one after the other, for hours on end and it honestly gets very boring and very draining very fast

so to be quite frank, he wasn’t expecting much when he walked into the next room for his last interview of the day

but when you walked in, he couldn’t help but perk up a bit

you were pretty and you seemed very nice as well, greeting everyone, including the crew as you made your way over to tom, jacob and zendaya

some of the interviewers would just walk straight to their seat and start the questions almost immediately, no warmth in their manners––but you, you were different

you shook each of their hands, smiling wide as you said hello

you couldn’t really contain your enthusiasm, you were a big marvel fan, and a fan of each of them, so you couldn’t tame your smile even if you wanted to

your energy was infectious and tom was more than grateful for it

when you reached him, he looked into your eyes deeply and you had to snap out of your daze before you made a fool of yourself

‘hello darling’ he licked his lips as he looked up at you, a gracious smile on his face and you blinked a couple times before responding

‘hi it’s––so nice to meet you, i’m a big fan.’ you turned to look at the others, ‘of all of you, really.’

they all ‘aww’ed and accepted your compliments, thanking you as you took your seat

when you were given the green light to start, you gave a curt nod to the crew behind the cameras and started right away

you were professional and good at your job, making the cast feel welcome and at ease after a long day of work

you told jokes, asked interesting questions that others hadn’t and since you were a marvel fan, you were able to ask specific questions that showed your genuine interest in the comics, the films, the plots and more

tom could feel himself getting more comfortable as the interview went on and the smile never left his face throughout the entire thing

when it ended and they turned the cameras off, you all felt a bit disappointed that you would have to say goodbye so soon, you were all having a good time and genuinely laughing so hard that your cheeks hurt

you thanked them all for their time and jacob was quick to wave you off

‘no thank you––i think we can all agree that we saved the best for last today.’ he looked to his friends and they nodded along

zendaya chimed in ‘for real, this was fun.’

you smiled, honored that you managed to make their day a little better and tom spoke up quietly, making you turn to look at him

‘yeah this, this was really great. thank you y/n.’

you could feel your cheeks heating up but you nodded, smiling as you tried your best to calm your raging heartbeat ‘my pleasure’

tom would have loved to speak with you more afterwards honestly, but unfortunately as soon as he exited the room, he and his friends were being ushered towards the next location for the day, preparing for the long week they still had ahead of them

though you had hoped to see more of tom, you only had one interview with him, so you wouldn’t be seeing him any time soon

or so you thought, anyway

your boss surprised you with a chance to go to the premiere, and interview some of the cast and other actors on the red carpet of course (since you were there for work)

you honestly thought that if tom did see you, he would only give you a small wave, maybe a slight head nod at best since you’d already interviewed him, but to your surprise, when he saw you, he smiled immediately and made his way over to you, swerving away from his entourage (which consisted of his brothers, assistant, and others you didn’t recognize)

‘hi love, how are you?’

his eyes were shining under the bright lights on the carpet and there were hundreds of shouts and conversations going on around you, but he somehow managed to make you focus only on him, from his voice and presence alone

‘good! how are you? you excited? nervous?’

he laughed, tilting his head, ‘both, but you know, i’m really proud of this film and i’m ready for people to see it’

you didn’t have much time to talk since there were plenty of other interviewers, journalists and on top of that he had to take pictures so you wished him good luck and he thanked you genuinely

‘i have to run, but be sure to tell me what you think of the movie afterwards, yeah? i know you’re a marvel fan, wanna see if it lives up to your standards’ he winked and you stuttered for a bit, agreeing as he walked off

you were shocked that he wanted to hear your opinion, but granted there was a camera on you both, which you might have forgotten about while you were talking

but you couldn’t help but think, was that flirting? does he really want to know what i think?

you tried to push the butterflies down and focus on the film as you watched and honestly, it was easy to forget about everything else once you looked at the screen

the film, the plot, tom––everything was so captivating and entertaining, you couldn’t look away even if you tried

it wasn’t until after the film had ended, and you’d stayed for both end credit scenes that you realized you had no way of contacting tom

surely he would have things to do after this, after parties maybe? so you most likely wouldn’t see him outside

and it’s not like he followed you on instagram––he probably wouldn’t even see your dm if you sent one

as you were on your way out, thinking about all this, you felt a hand tap your shoulder and you turned, a smile on your face

but soon realizing it wasn’t who you’d hoped, you tried to not let the disappointment show on your face but as you looked clearly, you realized the man looked familiar

‘hi’ he smiled, ‘i’m tom’s assistant’ you nodded, greeting him a little confused

‘tom’ he started, pulling a piece of paper out of his pocket, ‘wanted me to give you this’ he handed you the paper and you opened it, feeling your stomach jump when you realized a number was scribbled on it, signed -tom ;)

without even realizing, you stared at the ink on the paper for a few seconds silently before his assistant snapped you out of it

‘he wanted you to know that he’s not a dick and he would have come if he could’

you laughed and looked up at him

‘honestly he felt really bad he couldn’t come himself, trust me.’

you nodded and put the paper in your bag, ‘thank you, i’ll be sure to use this’ you smiled

he smiled too, ‘tom hopes you will’

you had a feeling that tom would be busy that night, and probably hungover the next morning, so you waited a couple of days before contacting him

and during those two days, tom was honestly freaking out inside...and outside

were you not interested? was he too forward? did he do something wrong? did you get the wrong idea of him?

he was even texting harrison, jacob and zendaya about it in their group chat

tom: i’m an idiot aren’t i

zendaya: yeah but we already knew that

tom: 😑

harrison: i’m sure she’ll text you, maybe she’s just busy

jacob: yeah man, you’re a total catch

jacob: and anyway if she doesn’t want you, i’ll have you 😏

tom: thanks babe 😘

zendaya: i’m just gonna go––

tom: but anyway, i don’t think i’ll ever shoot my shot ever again because this is just embarrassing

not even a full minute passed before the he send the next text

tom: nevermind she just texted me

tom almost dropped his phone when he saw the message pop up

maybe: y/n: hi tom! this is y/n :) i’m free to give you my thoughts on the movie when you are

you felt like you were going to be sick when you hit send on the message––you didn’t want to bother him, it’d been several days, what if he changed his mind?

and you––nevermind he responded immediately

tom: hi darling :) i’m glad you used my number

tom: i’m free to talk now actually, we could facetime if that’s easier? only if you want, of course

you paused when you read his text, luckily you had showered and gotten dressed today so you didn’t look a mess but you opened the camera just to check if you looked alright

were you really about to facetime tom holland?

when you finished fixing your hair, smoothing down your eyebrows and licking your lips, you swallowed your nerves and replied

y/n: sure, i’d like that

he took a deep breath and hit the call button, eagerly waiting for it to connect when you answered

when you both came into view, you smiled, greeting each other shyly

‘was a little worried when you didn’t call me that night’ he admitted sheepishly

your brows raised, surprised ‘oh i just––i assumed you would have been busy you know, after parties and all that’ you laughed and he joined you, a small smile on his face

‘darling even if you called me during the party, i would have left just to talk to you––missed hearing your voice honestly’

when you paused to answer a blush coated his cheeks and you couldn’t help but think how cute he looked

‘sorry was that lame?’ he laughed nervously and you shook your head, biting your lip to suppress your smile

‘no––that was, really sweet actually. i––like talking to you too, it’s really nice’

soon you get to talking about the actual movie and you couldn’t stop the praises from flowing

‘honestly it was incredible tom, you were incredible, i loved it’

‘thank you love, i’m really glad you enjoyed it, i was hoping you would.’

and the way that tom smiled bashfully and blushed, even pointing the camera away from his face to hide at one point had you swooning more than ever

after that, you and tom texted here and there, sometimes even facetiming, and he wouldn’t hesitate to compare you to his other interviewers and even tell you about it

‘had an interview today, can’t even compare it to yours, love’

you just rolled your eyes, a smile on your face ‘oh shut up, tom’

you talk often but due to both of your busy schedules, months go by before you see each other again

you run into him at red carpets for other marvel movies, and there’s never a dull moment between the two of you

‘‘there’s my favorite interviewer’ his smile was wide as he walked up to you. ‘you excited for this one?’

you scoffed, fully having a conversation with tom as though you weren’t on camera ‘of course i am, it looks amazing’

‘even better than my movies?’

you raised your hands in surrender, ‘legally, i can’t answer that’

he put a hand to his chest, acting dramatically offended ‘wow well, i guess it’s time for me to go then’

‘at least save me a seat?’ you joked

‘you know i will’ he smirked

by the time ‘the devil all the time’ press came about, you hadn’t told tom that you were assigned to interview him, honestly it was a last minute schedule change

honestly, he’d gotten good at hiding his bad moods from the public, but you’d known him for enough time now to be able to see when he wasn’t at his 100%

which is why you could see him visibly brighten up when he walked into the room and saw you

‘what are you doing here?’ he asked, clearly (pleasantly) surprised as he hugged you

‘uh, my job?’ you joked, ‘you didn’t actually think i only interviewed for the mcu did you?’

he blushed, ‘well i uh––no, obviously not’ he said unconvincingly but you brushed him aside as you got ready for the interview

once you started, tom couldn’t help but smile as he watched you, you were just really good at your job and he enjoyed being with you, even when it was for work

‘so obviously audiences are used to seeing you as peter parker, a rather lighthearted character, despite all the hardships he’s had to face––would you say approaching a character as dark as this was challenging in any way? mentally, emotionally, or just in regards to the fact that the public would be seeing a new, more sinister, villainous side to you?’

‘i mean it was a little daunting, definitely. but i was excited to sort of branch out mentally and challenge myself emotionally for this role––the story was fascinating to me and i was just so proud to be a part of this project, i tried not to think of any downsides.’

he paused and licked his lips, a glint in his eyes. ‘and honestly, we all have a little bit of a dark side, don’t we?’

you paused. of all times to flirt––

‘well hopefully not to the same extent of your character,’ you joked and thankfully the conversation smoothly transitioned elsewhere

now the fans took notice of your bond with tom

they noticed that tom seemed to smile the brightest and laugh the loudest during your interviews, even jumping into other conversations and answers to questions that were directed to his costars

there were dozens of videos, hundreds of edits––

‘tom falling for his interviewer for 9 minutes straight’

and you’d seen them––it was sort of impossible for you to not

you’d been tagged in so many of them, even your friends sent them to you

i mean you weren’t blind, tom was attractive and he did make your heart flutter but you assumed that he didn’t want a relationship since his career was only progressing, skyrocketing either––it would probably be difficult to maintain a solid relationship, or maybe he just wasn’t interested in you so you said nothing

it wasn’t until he had a break from filming that he asked you to hangout, and still you thought nothing of it, until he asked what time he should pick you up

you paused, and he even thought that you froze when really you were just processing what he said

‘like a––date?’ you asked hesitantly

he smiled, scratching the back of his head nervously, ‘yeah? yeah i––like a date.’

you smiled, ‘i would love to tom. but aren’t you worried about pictures spreading online? headlines and all that? i wouldn’t want to add any more stress––’

‘i promise love,’ he interrupted your worried rant, ‘you make it all worth it.’

#idk how i feel about this might delete it we’ll see #tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland imagine #tom holland hc #tom holland headcanon #tom holland headcannon #tom holland fluff #tom holland x interviewer!reader

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idkthisisjustforfanfic · 3 years

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PART 6

If sharing a glass of wine with Harry the other night didn’t make you wish things could go back to normal--whatever that was--seeing him with CeCe before bed did.

She stomped her feet in the bathroom when you brushed through her hair. “I’m not tired! I want to stay up later with Maeve!”

Maybe that was another parenting fail in the last year--giving Maeve a later bedtime. She had bargained with you long and hard. She wanted more time on her phone but you wouldn’t budge. When you had heard enough of the I’m practically a teenager, mom! you figured there probably wasn’t an easy way to tell her that in two years she’d look back at herself and laugh.

So you caved, which you were doing more of lately but only with the silly stuff: bedtime, playing outside, dessert before dinner on occasion and even a PG-13 movie at a friend’s house when Maeve really got snippy with you.

But your energy was draining. After all the shit you’d put up with, you figured that hearing a few swears or seeing a high school party wouldn’t kill your 11-year-old.

CeCe, on the other hand, might be the death of you.

She was more outspoken than her sister, if that was possible. She had lungs on her that carried her voice through the house, especially when she whined.

“I want to stay up late!”

“You can’t,” you told her firmly. “I’m sorry. You’ll thank me tomorrow when you wake up refreshed.”

She made a face at you in the bathroom mirror, she probably didn’t understand what you meant but you smiled back at her anyway.

“I don’t want to sleep.”

You didn’t reply, instead let out a sigh and ignored the way she pouted until she stomped her feet again. “I want to watch TV!”

She smacked a fist on the counter when you didn’t reply, your eyes went wide with shock. “Cecelia Rose,” you scolded. “You do not yell at mommy like that or bang your fist on the counter.”

Maeve was nowhere to be found, likely scrolling in a group chat with other pre-teens who sent too many emojis. You almost wished she’d pop her head in to intervene--sometimes she was good at talking CeCe off the ledge, even if just to distract her.

The next best thing, though, when Harry knocked on the door and peered through the crack. “Everything alright?”

“Just dandy,” you forced a smile.

“Mommy is making me sleep,” CeCe frowned up at him.

“She is?”

“She is,” she nodded. “And I’m not tired.”

“Well, mommy has good reasoning, you’ll be sleepy tomorrow if you don’t sleep now.”

She didn’t seem to care, she crossed her arms over her chest once you finished the braid at the base of her neck and clapped her on the shoulder. “I won’t be tired.”

“Do you want to read together?”

She looked up at him with narrowed eyes, almost like she was waiting for the catch. When he smiled again, she let out a hefty sigh but headed for the door. “Fine.”

Harry smiled over his shoulder at you and followed behind her, trailing her down the hall until she took the left turn into her bedroom with a butterfly carpet. She walked over the bookshelf, picked out The Big Book of Bedtime Stories, and pulled the sheets back.

You were in the doorway, watching as she fluffed her own pillow and then looked up at Harry. “Are you coming?”

She patted the spot next to her, gesturing for him to get close enough for her to fall asleep on his shoulder. He hesitated, stole a glance in your direction and then did as she said. He adjusted the pillow behind his head and CeCe wriggled beside him until she was comfortable. When she was, she nestled right into him, looked up at you and then said: “are you coming?”

You paused, parted your lips to let her down gently, but then something in you tugged your torso towards his. He was surprised by this, too, shifted in the tiny bed to make room for you to crawl over and squish yourself between CeCe and the wall.

Harry, with a smirk on his lips, looked over at you when he opened the book to CeCe’s favorite story. “Comfortable?”

“Go ahead,” you rolled your eyes, ignoring the silliness of the moment but somehow wishing it was routine.

You put a hand on her pajama pants, petting her mindlessly as you listened to Harry’s voice when he thumbed through the pages. You’d had moments like these with Luke, when Maeve was tiny and CeCe was barely a thought. It’d been a while since you laid in bed with another adult, your child between you as she let out sleepy sighs and fluttered her eyelashes against her cheek.

The lights were dim now, you watched as his fingers pulled each page and tried to forget the way they pulled moans from your mouth.

He stopped halfway through, looked over at you and smirked when her breathing got heavier, but he kept going. He’d learned: if you stop too soon, she’d bolt awake and tell you she’d never fallen asleep to begin with.

He carried on like that for a while, glancing over to see if her eyes were open, sometimes catching your gaze but looking away quickly. Timid, like he was just as unsure as you were.

He finished a story and started a new one, and for a moment you wondered if he kept reading just to not disturb the scene: the two of you with your daughter sandwiched between. If someone looked in on it from the outside, they’d think you were a family.

Eventually he cut himself off mid sentence, derailed the story of the princess and the pea to ask you: “should I keep going?”

“No,” you laughed a little. “She’s out. We’re fine.”

He shut the book and pulled away from her gently. You lifted her head a little and tugged your arm out from the sheets and he placed the book on the desk to the right of her bed. He stuck his hand out to help you climb over her quietly. She stirred, opened her eyes and looked up at the two of you.

“Love you mommy,” she said, you bent down to press a kiss to her forehead.

“Love you too, sweetie.”

“Love you, Harry,” she said through a sigh, eyes already closing when you turned around to leave. His eyes locked on yours, caught off guard and unsure of how to reply, but he looked down at her, lips in a small smile.

“Love you too, CeCe.”

And just like that, your life turned to a personally targeted and especially cruel single-mom hell. It was already there, practically. He played outside with your kids? He drove Maeve to play dates and picked CeCe up from ballet? He cooked dinner and poured you wine and tucked deep inside your memory were images of his head between your legs and his fingers laced with yours.

And now he said he loved one of them? You made a beeline for your bedroom, shut the door and didn’t say goodnight because you knew it would only get worse from here.

You were right. It was torture. Daydream, fairytale level torture when he helped Maeve with her homework the next night and even more painful when CeCe fell asleep with her head in his lap after a movie.

Maybe the worst part, though, was when you sat beside him on the patio a few nights later. The sun had set and you had a glass of crisp rosé in your hand when he turned to you.

“Look what CeCe brought home the other day,” he moved his phone to show you the screen. A drawing of stick figures, red and green and blue under a yellow house. He pinched the screen to zoom in, the actual artwork was nowhere to be found.

“What is it?” You tilted your head to the side and let out a quiet laugh. Her drawing needed work, but the color choices were bright and vibrant, just like her.

“Well, it’s us I think.”

“Us?” You looked up at him for a moment, CeCe hit the tennis ball into the pool and Maeve let out a frustrated groan.

“That’s her, with the tutu obviously. That’s Maeve and you right there--I’m assuming, by the way. This is all interpretation.”

You let out a laugh but watched when he zoomed in on the other stick figure.

“And that’s me, I think,” he tilted his head sideways now, looked at it closer. "With the guitar." You reached out your hand, brought his phone closer when he let you have it.

“When did she give this to you?”

“Monday--no, Tuesday, I think.”

“What did she say?”

He shrugged when you looked up. Maeve had gotten the leaf skimmer and CeCe clapped when the tennis ball was back on dry land.

“She said she drew ‘home.’”

“Home?”

He nodded, looked back over at you with raised eyebrows, a sense of nonchalance when he held his palm out to retrieve his phone. “Cute, right?”

It was cute, obviously. It was sweet and endearing and then you asked: “where’s the actual drawing?”

“On my nightstand.” He watched as CeCe tugged a hoola hoop from a bucket of toys. “Might frame it and show her, she’d be so excited.”

“She would be,” you nodded. “She’d love that.”

He left it alone, showed Maeve how to swing the bat better before you eventually decided it was too dark to sit outside. They sat at the island and ate ice cream, cherries and sprinkles and Harry even doused his in chocolate sauce.

Your heart ached for the family that CeCe drew: one with less complexity and one where age differences didn’t mean a thing. One where there was no such thing as death or divorce. Just four stick figures beneath a triangular roof with grass scribbled around the edges of paper.

You wished, desperately, that the four of you could be the stick figure family with no worries and no problems. You wished time could freeze and Harry’s house wouldn’t be ready in another 10 days. In a way you wished that Luke didn’t exist, you wished that your life was as simple as it looked on 8 x 11 inch paper with scribbled marker.

Zoey stood in your bedroom, lips pushed out in thought when you held up a different necklace. “This one is chunkier which I can’t tell if I like.”

She thought on it for a second, already dressed and ready to go like the timely human she was.

“I like the first one,” she nodded. “It’s more I’m the boss than that one.”

You laughed at her reasoning, held it up to your neck when CeCe burst through the doors with a scowl on her face. “Mommy, Maeve said I’m being stupid and annoying.”

You frowned at her but clasped the necklace around your neck, “that’s not very nice of her. Why’d she say that?”

“Because I was asking her to push me on the swing but she was too busy texting someone.”

You let out a sigh and made a face at Zoey in the mirror. Buying Maeve a cell phone was something you’d thought long and hard about. She begged and begged for one at her birthday, but something felt wrong about handing over a thousand dollar piece of technology to someone who was barely old enough to watch TV unsupervised.

Harry and Luke’s punching incident is what did you in, though. What if Maeve was at a friend’s house and something like that happened? You needed her to be able to contact you in case she felt unsafe or uncomfortable.

You also figured it would be a good way to distract her from what was really going on under your roof: mom fell for the guy who stayed in our guest suite and now it’s a hot mess.

“You’re not stupid or annoying,” Zoey reassured her. “Maeve just thinks she’s too cool for everyone now that she has a phone.”

CeCe let out a dramatic sigh. “You can say that again.”

A knock on the door, she turned around to see Harry. “Maeve said I’m stupid and annoying.”

Harry frowned and knelt in front of her. “That’s not true.”

“Oh I know,” she shrugged. “I just think that’s stupid and annoying of her to say that.”

You bit back a laugh when he looked up at you, shocked by her attitude and her wit before she ran off to her bedroom down the hall.

Harry stood back up and greeted Zoey. “Hi--how’re Shawn and Benny?”

“They’re great, and they’re on their own tonight which I am so grateful for.” She’d been dying for another night out of the house, she talked for weeks about what she wanted to wear and what she was going to drink. “You two should meet, you and Shawn. He’s not a musician by any means but he’s a killer steering wheel drummer when we have the classic rock hits on.”

Harry laughed, looked over to you quickly before nodding in Zoey’s direction. “I’d love that, maybe we could all have dinner.”

You nodded at the suggestion, hooked an earring into place before Harry remembered why he came in.

“Speaking of dinner, I have a meeting with my stylist but I’ll be there tonight, obviously. Probably around 7:15 though, is that alright?”

“Totally fine,” you nodded. He told you a few days earlier that you’d have to drive separately, quelling your anxiety about showing up together and going home together. Your living situation was no one’s business, but having Harry at the launch party to begin with was sure to stir up enough chatter, even if it was mostly from Tristan or Jeff.

You’d been trying to hide your anxiety. This was your biggest launch to date, arguably a step outside your comfort zone and feeling so uncertain about things at home left you feeling more nervous to have your employees and your friends in the same spot. The girls were headed to Shelli’s, a movie night and arts and crafts, she promised.

But it was setting in now, questions and thoughts and worries were bouncing around in your head like a pinball machine.

Would Maeve and CeCe behave for Shelli? Would they get along with each other? Would the launch party go well? Would Tristan bring a date? Would people like the body wash? Would Harry sit next to you at dinner? Would things ever feel normal between the two of you again or would he move out and fade out of your life like he’d never even entered it at all?

Zoey had stepped out into the hallway, phone pressed to her ear as Shawn asked a question about formula.

“You alright?”

Harry was still in the doorway, suit pants on and a white button down as he waited for your answer.

“Yeah,” you nodded. “Just nervous.”

“Hey,” he took a step towards you. “It’s going to be great. You’re going to be great.” He placed a hand on your shoulder and then withdrew it. “You are great.”

You smiled, appreciative of his kindness but already overthinking the way he pulled his hand away, like your skin was too hot to touch or like your bodies coming into contact was suddenly forbidden.

“I just want the body wash to do well and I want the dinner to go smoothly. Tristan always goes overboard with these events and I just hope that the food is good, I mean, I’ve never eaten here before--”

He laughed, “hey, it’s going to be fine. I might be a bit late but I’ll get there and Jeff and I can do something stupid to make you laugh and forget about the stress of it all. Everyone wins.”

You nodded, reassured by his words but also caught off guard by how easy it was to admit: “I’m really glad you’re coming.”

“Me too,” he nodded. “Kind of feels like we haven’t seen each other much lately.”

You lifted your eyebrows at that, a week since Luke’s surprise visit and a week since Harry had so much as looked your way for more than ten seconds. You hadn’t told him to stop, you never said you didn’t want to keep sleeping with him or anything of the sort, but he took your words on the patio to mean that, apparently.

How were you supposed to backtrack? How were you supposed to have a conversation with him about it when there’d never been one in the first place?

If you hadn’t defined it originally, how were you supposed to quantify the change that had occurred as the bruise on his skin faded to a pale yellow?

“Okay,” Zoey laughed, a shake of her head when she ended the call and came back into the master suite. “How hard is it to find the bottle brush in the drawer where it’s literally been for the entirety of Benny’s short life?” She cut herself off when she looked up from her phone to see how close Harry stood to you.

He backed up. “Good luck, you’re going to kill it. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

You nodded. “Yes, right. Thanks.”

He turned on his heel and offered a smile to Zoey, whose eyes immediately flew to yours once he was descending the stairs. You briefed her over lunch shortly after Luke had shown up on your doorstep, but Zoey was decidedly team Harry and had a hard time even admitting that he shouldn't have gotten involved.

Her eyes were wide, lips set in a frown as if she’d just witnessed the most adorable thing. “He likes you so much.”

“No, Zoey, stop.”

“I leave the room for one second and you're having a heart to heart?”

“We weren't having a heart to heart,” you rolled your eyes. “He was just offering some encouragement.”

Partially true. His words were encouraging and that seemed to be the point of him coming up here. But you couldn’t admit to Zoey that part of your anxiety about the night was related to him. It felt stupid to admit that pulling back made you miss him, made you feel like something was missing.

Those feelings left your heart and your head a mess, unsure about what you needed and wanted and even more confused about what was right for everyone.

You turned back to the mirror to put your other earring in place. Zoey didn’t say more, she didn’t need to. She smiled at your reflection and you both knew that your words didn’t even begin to capture the complexity of it all. But you had a launch party to get to.

Your champagne flute was filled when you walked in, which was a great step towards quelling the nerves. Tristan was already working the crowd with grace and poise, smile plastered on his face when he bragged about all of the hard work your team had put in on this.

Zoey was excited to pump and dump in the bathroom, your employees were already plucking hors d'oeuvres from silver platters, and you just tried to ignore the gnawing feeling in your chest of wishing your dad was here. He’d be proud, no doubt, he’d be excited for you and he’d be cracking jokes with Irv in the corner as Jeff tried to keep them under control.

The emptiness that he left in your life was something you’d live with forever, you were sure of this until suddenly there was a man in your house with a dimpled smile and patience for your children that you never saw coming.

Another look around the room, balloons in the corner, high heels and lipstick on the women that made your team what it was. A moment of excitement, of celebration, and yet your heartbeat picked up when you realized that you were here, alone.

You plucked your phone out to check the time, 7:24pm. He’d said 7:15--he clasped his hands on your shoulders like he meant it and you wondered where he was. Tristan pulled you over to another friendly face before you could sink too far down that rabbit hole.

Zoey had Shawn, Shelli had Irv, Jeff always had someone. Even Tristan had Tinder dates for the nights that he got lonely. You had the girls, of course, you had a life that you loved and a job you were proud of. But what did that matter if you didn’t have someone to share it with, to whisper to in the mornings when sun streamed through the windows and you were woken up too early by daughters that begged for adventures?

You’d grown used to feeling that way. Your marriage was over long before the papers were signed, but your father’s sudden decline left you reeling and unsure which way was up.

You’d never admit it aloud, but Harry showing up brought you back down to earth and kept you tethered to a life that felt manageable and doable and somehow possible.

Another glance at the time, 7:32pm. Tristan asked when you wanted to make a toast and thank everyone for coming to celebrate, you made an excuse and tried to buy yourself time like his absence was currency.

You wanted him here, you wanted his arm around your shoulders and you wanted to introduce him to your team--take a bite of his dinner and then bring him home like that was where he belonged.

How embarrassing, though, you talked yourself up enough to let him come and introduce him to the rest of the girls at work, only to be stood up or forgotten or altogether abandoned. Your fantasy of being with him felt even more stupid and naive when you realized that it’d probably never be like that.

Your glass was refilled at 7:49pm, Zoey laughed when your head of marketing recounted the embarrassing moment when a picture of Maeve ended up on the company instagram story.

Frustration, anger, maybe both when the clock struck 8pm. Forty-five minutes late without a text message? But those emotions were drowned out by the judgment: why do you care, he’s not your boyfriend, this doesn’t mean anything.

You answered too quickly when he called, phone pressed to your face: where are you?

Pulling up, down the street, I’m so sorry.

You handed your drink to Tristan, pushed out to the parking lot to find him jogging towards the door in the dark sky.

“Hi, hey, why are you out here?” his smile faded when he could see you were upset.

“I had no clue where you were and you didn’t even bother to text me--” you were stopped dead on the sidewalk, the sky was a light purple and he grabbed your hand to tug you back towards the entrance.

“I’m sorry, I know, my meeting went late and the traffic was terrible, I didn’t want to bother you--”

“You said you’d be here at 7:15 and I’ve been in there by myself--”

He didn’t understand, his eyebrows dipped on his forehead in confusion and he pulled at your arm again. “I know, I’m sorry, but let’s get back in there so you can--”

“No, Harry,” you yanked your hand out of his grasp. A deep breath, a twinkling light above the horizon, a plane on final approach to LAX. “Just give me a minute.”

He sighed, looked over his shoulder to the big windows that allowed a peek into the party. He didn’t say anything, waited for you to speak when the light at the intersection across the street turned green.

“I was stupid for thinking this would be a good idea,” you said aloud, arms crossed in the parking lot. “But it’s fine, it’s not a big deal.”

“It’s obviously a big deal,” he held a hand out, gesturing to the emotion in your voice. “I fucked up, I get that. I’m sorry--but I tried to call you and tell you I was going to be late, something’s wrong with my phone.”

Happy couples strolled out of the restaurant, arms linked with to-go boxes in hand. The air was still warm, streetlights illuminated the wrinkle in his forehead when he took a step forward. “Is this about more than the party?”

You rolled your eyes, annoyed by his ability to read you and sense the real tension beneath the surface. So you lied: “No.”

“Y/N,” he said your name like he knew your words weren’t true. “What’s going on?”

You hesitated for a moment, unsure if you should break the silence that you’d both been living in for weeks. Unspoken, so far--the feelings and the sex and the uncertainty of what it meant had been woven into your life and now you were about to tug the thread and see if it unraveled.

“We’ve been kidding ourselves, Harry, don’t you think?” When he tilted his head to the side, you took it as a cue to continue. “We’ve been acting like a couple and you’ve been acting like the father of my children and we can’t do that.”

His lips parted and your heart seemed to stop when he didn’t say anything. He licked his lips, hands in his pockets when he said: “okay.”

“Okay?”

An incredulous tone in your voice put him on the defense.

“What do you want me to say?” His shoulders lifted to his ears, a shake of his head when he dropped your gaze. “Living with you and spending time with the girls has been the greatest thing I’ve had all year, I mean that. But it’s your house, they’re your children. It’s your family.”

He was right, but it didn’t mean the words didn’t sting like salt in a wound when he asked: “Do you want me to move out?”

“I think that’s a good idea.”

He scoffed, upset or bothered or maybe both. “I was never trying to overstep any boundaries.”

“I know you weren’t,” you said quickly. “That’s the problem, all of this happened so naturally and you fit into our lives so well and the girls fell in love with you and I--”

You cut yourself off, clamped your mouth together as if the words would pry their way out.

“You what?”

“I don’t want them to get hurt again.”

He pointed a finger to his chest, anger on his face. “By me? You think I would do something to hurt them?”

“Not intentionally, Harry,” you let your arms flail against your sides. “But that doesn’t mean that you won’t. Their dad left, their grandfather died, and then you moved in and suddenly it’s like you’re the missing piece they never had but that’s not realistic!”

“Why not?!” He was bothered now, more emotion in his eyes when his hands went up to run through his hair.

“Because you’re you. You’re a musician. You’re recording an album and going on tour and you’re not really able to be present. You couldn’t even show up tonight!”

“I’m not Luke,” he shook his head.

“I didn’t say that.”

“Then why does it bother you that I was late? Why does that matter if I’m here now?”

“Because if you’d do it to me you’d do it to them. We don’t need to be left by another man this year.”

You didn’t mean for the words to come off so biting and harsh. He nodded slowly, chest deflated before he brought his eyes back up to you. “Fine. I can get my stuff and stay at Jeff’s.”

The shift in his demeanor felt heavy, his shoulders angled away and suddenly the magnetic pull between your chests was no longer there, like the thread had been snipped altogether and your words had been the scissors.

“I--I’m not trying to be a dick.”

“It’s fine, Y/N. I understand.”

“I just don’t want them to get hurt.”

“Or do you not want to get hurt?”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Forget it,” he said, a few steps towards you when his face softened. “Tell everyone I say hi. I’ll go get my things before the girls are home and I’ll be out of your hair.”

He let his arm snake around your waist, a kiss to the side of your head before you could stop him--not that you would have.

He left you there in the parking lot, alone again for the third time this year, walked out on and deserted when your eyes welled with tears. You turned on your heels to head inside, hoping that Tristan had kept things together and hoping that the champagne was still flowing.

Jeff found you first, hand on your elbow when he spotted you in the hallway near the bathroom, mascara on your cheeks when you tried to soak up tears with a folded napkin. “Hey--where have you been?”

“Harry’s moving out,” you said it quickly. “He’s going to--uh--he’ll stay at your place, I think, for now.”

He looked over his shoulder and back at the gathering behind you. “Is he here?”

“I found him in the parking lot--he left, though.”

“What happened?”

Where did you start? When was the line crossed? Was it when he started playing with the girls in the backyard? Was it when he carried CeCe up to her bed after Maeve’s sleepover? Or was it all the way back when he came to your birthday party and kissed you at the top of the stairs in an empty house?

“Nothing, it’s just time for him to move out,” you shook your head, embarrassed by the emotion streaming down your cheeks. You tried to laugh it off, shook your head and blotted your face again. Now wasn’t the time for this conversation and it certainly wasn’t the time for the tears.

“Y/N, stop. You’re letting him walk out of your life just like that?”

You looked up at him, thrown off by his question. “You don’t even know what happened. I’m fine, it’s all fine.”

“No--I don’t know, but I also know that I’ve never seen you as happy as you are with him and the girls.”

“He’s twenty-four, Jeff.”

“So what? That’s going to stop you from doing what’s right for you?”

“How is it right for me? He can’t be the type of person that Maeve and CeCe need.”

“Can he actually not be, or is the age thing getting in the way?”

“I can’t talk to you about this right now,” you pulled away from him, bothered by his strong opinions and his know-it-all attitude. Some things never changed.

“Don’t ruin something good just because you don’t know how it will end.”

You gave him the finger as you walked away, forced out a laugh and tried to flip the switch: happy, grateful, excited and ready for another glass of champagne.

He dropped it then, you left him with no choice but to follow you back out to the party. He ate mini cheesecakes before the crowd started to disperse and drove you home, a kiss on the cheek before you climbed out. Call me in the morning, he said. Translation: I hope you change your mind overnight.

Harry’s car was gone, and if you had to guess, the bed upstairs was made and the drawers were empty. His keys weren’t on the hook by the back door and when Shelli dropped off the girls and they raced inside, Maeve’s face fell.

“Where’s Harry?”

“Oh,” you hadn’t thought this far ahead, still numb from the whiplash of emotions. “He’s at Uncle Jeff’s--he’s gonna stay there from now on, I think.”

“Wait, so he moved out?”

“Harry’s gone?” CeCe asked.

“Not forever, no, no--he’s just not going to live here.”

“Why not?”

“He has to work,” you spit out quickly. “He’s busy.” What were you supposed to tell them? Mommy’s an idiot.

“Why does that mean he can’t live here?”

“Because he just can’t,” you said, a sigh when you knew the answer wasn’t good enough for Maeve. She must have sensed the emotion in your voice, though, because she didn’t push it.

“Can you bring your sister upstairs and start getting ready for bed, please?”

Shelli was at the island, quiet and observant when Maeve let out a reluctant sigh but ushered CeCe forward. They climbed in silence, and when the faucet was turned on, all bets were off.

“What on earth happened?”

“He can’t stay here, Shelli. We can’t do whatever it was we were doing.”

“Which was...”

“Pretending that he was their dad or something and me pretending that sleeping with him was normal.”

“And where does being happy factor into this nonsense equation?”

“It doesn’t.” You busied yourself at the sink, grabbed for the sponge and wiped invisible crumbs from the granite to keep your hands busy. “After Luke and my dad, I was just stupid, okay? It was poor judgment.”

She set her purse down on a stool and watched you closely. “Why does your happiness always come last, Y/N?”

“Because! My happiness doesn’t matter if the decision is stupid. Me plus Harry just doesn’t make sense!” You whispered at her, voice wrought with emotion. “He’s so young and busy and he’s in the industry and--”

“Is that what this is about?”

“Which part?”

“The industry, him being a musician.”

You waved her off like she wasn’t sniffing the truth out of you with ease. “It’s just a piece of it.”

“Y/N, just because your parents’ marriage didn’t work doesn’t mean you’re destined for the same future.”

You stopped wiping at that. “Really? Cause I’m thirty-two and already divorced.”

“But that’s because Luke is an asshole,” she reasoned, “not because of you or the girls.”

A sigh from between your lips, fervent wiping again with the tough side of the sponge, you were sure you felt something sticky. “Well, I doubt Harry would ever be the kind to settle down. That’s unrealistic. He’s famous and busy and he probably is sick of being on carpool duty anyway--probably wants to get back to snorting cocaine off of someone’s tits.”

She let out a quick laugh, shook her head. “You are really in love with him, aren’t you?”

“No,” you looked up at her again and then back at the counter. “I’m just being honest.”

“I don’t think he was ever snorting cocaine off of anyone’s anything. I might not know him as well as Jeffrey does, but, he seems pretty happy here with you three.”

“The girls loved having him here,” you said the thought aloud, it escaped into the air before you could realize Shelli didn’t need anymore ammunition.

“And did you?”

“I mean, I don’t know,” you moved back to the sink, wrung out the sponge and then turned to face her. “It was nice, I guess.”

“Well, then I guess that makes four.”

“Four what?”

“Four people who were all happy with the way things were going. Before you went and turned it upside down out of fear.”

“Okay,” you held up your hands, hoping to end the conversation. It was too late and you were tired--the final glass of champagne had your eyes heavy in the passenger seat of Jeff’s car. “I need to sleep.”

She let out a sigh and picked up her purse, moved around the counter to come and wrap her arms around you. “Don’t let your past ruin your future.”

“Goodnight,” you said sweetly, hoping that your tone would usher her out of the house and into her car, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

She laughed, called over her shoulder when she made her way for the door. “Don’t let the bed bugs bite!”

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