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harrysfolklore · 11 months

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times you were at wembley with harry - blurb

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MASTERLIST | MY PATREON

2011 - take that concert

The last year was a roller coaster of emotions for Harry, in the span of a few months, he became a worldwide musical sensation alongside with the four boys that he now gets to call his best friends.

Of course, he was over the moon about his new life and how his dream was coming true, but the most special thing about the last year was that that he now gets to call his high school crush his girlfriend, and he couldn't be happy about it .

"I can't believe we get free tickets to concerts because we're in a band! This is amazing!" A cheerful Niall spoke, the band was currently at Wembley Stadium where the British legendary band 'Take That' was performing for the night.

"I know dude, and we can bring anyone we want too, this is the dream," Harry joined in, turning to look at his girlfriend who was seated next to him "Are you good? Do you want anything to drink?" he asked her, with small smile on his face.

"I'm okay, these seats are great," YN replied, the boys too indulged in their own conversation no longer paying attention to them, "Thank yo for inviting me."

"No need to thank me, love. I love spending time with you," Harry said making his girlfriend's cheeks instantly blush, "This place is madness, I hope we get to play here sometime."

"You will, Harry. And I'll make sure to be by your side when that happens, even if you don't want me anymore."

"Don't say that, you know I'll always want you around." Harry said with a serious face, and YN was about to reply before she interrupted by Louis' voice.

"Lovebirds! The show is about to start!"

"Okay, okay. Let me take a picture of you guys before the lights go out." YN said standing up and grabbing her phone to capture the moment.

The five boys smiled for her, excited grins on their faces and the same thought in their minds: how amazing it would be to play a show in Wembley Stadium

2014 - one direction's where we are tour

"I can't believe we're playing here tonight," Harry said as he took a look at the massive stadium, standing beside his girlfriend as they roamed around the area that soon would be filled with fans, "I just, can't wrap my head around the fact that we actually did it, three sold out shows here, I'm blown away."

YN smiled tenderly before speaking, taking in her boyfriend's excitement, "I'm so proud of you, baby. You and the boys deserve this so much."

"That's the best part of it all, that I'm doing it with the lads," Harry matched his girlfriend's smile, "You know, if I ever get to do my own thing I know for a fact that I won't be able to match everything we're achieving, but I'm okay with it. My dreams are coming true right now and that's all that matters."

YN knew that this was a constant thought on his mind and doubt whispered in his ear telling him that if he ever got to launch his solo career, he would never measure up and never reach the same heights as his band is doing.

"Hey, love," YN called for him, making him lock his eyes with her, "Everything's going to be fine, you will deliver an amazing show tonight and the following nights. And when the time is right, you'll be back here with your own music, I have no doubt in my mind that you were born to perform in stages like this one."

Harry smiled fondly taking in his girlfriend's words, "I love you, you know?" he grabbed her face before continuing, "Your constant support is what pushes me to do all of this, it means nothing without you."

YN leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. "I'll always be here, supporting you through it all," she whispered, "Doesn't matter if you perform for 60,000 people or 6, I'm going to be proud of you no matter what."

And as Harry stood in the middle of the stadium with his girlfriend wrapped around his arms, eager to perform alongside with his best friends; he thought his life couldn't get any better , and no matter what happened in the future, he was going to cherish that moment for the rest of his life.

2022 - love on tour: harry's first solo show

"How do you feel, mate?" Jeff asked Harry as they stood together on the wings of the stage, Mitski was just done with her set and Harry was already on his outfit for the show, minutes away from hitting the stage.

"It's a weird feeling somehow," Harry turned his gaze to his manager and best friend, "I never thought I was going to ever be able to fill this place on my own, you know?"

"And here we are, two sold out shows!" Jeff threw his fist in the air as a sign of celebration and both of them laughed, side hugging as they kept admiring the crowd.

"Are you guys having a sappy sentimental moment without me?" they tuned their heads towards the voice called for them, that belonged to Harry's wife.

"I was just about to leave, actually, I have to check everything's running smoothly before this one hits the stage," Jeff ruffled Harry's hair for a moment, "You lovebirds enjoy your pre-concert shag, see you out there!"

YN and Harry both rolled their eyes and shook their heads, all the times they got caught doing their shenanigans before the shows resulting in a constant teasing from their friends.

"So, how do you feel, rockstar?" YN asked, getting closer to him and wrapping his arms around his waist.

"You know, Jeff just asked the same thing."

"Okay, no talking, straight to the pre-concert shag I guess!"

Harry laughed, wrapping his arms around her shoulders, looking out at the crowd together.

"I feel great," Harry said, turning his face to the side to locke his eyes with hers, "Being here again and having you by my side as my wife now is something that I thought would only happen in my dreams, so I feel great my dreams came true again."

"This is a time where I actually feel good saying that I told you so," YN smiled softly, "I always knew that you were going to be selling out this places on your own, baby. And I'm so proud of you."

"I know," Harry pecked her lips for a moment, "And that's the reason why I'm here, because you had never allowed me to doubt myself."

"You're here because you've earned it by working hard and pouring your heart out in everything that you do, there's no one who deserves this as much as you do."

Harry's eyes got watery at her words, and he grabbed her face to connect their lips, expressing everything he felt at the moment with a kiss.

"10 minutes till show time!" One of the crew members announced, making them break apart.

"Go sing about fruit and joke about dads, rockstar. I love you."

"Love you more, wifey."

And with a final kiss to his wife's lips he was off to perform, ready to charm a crowd of 80,000 people on his own, something that he never though he would achieve.

2023 - four sold out shows

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“And here we go again.” You whispered to yourself as you watched Harry hit the first note of Daydreaming.

You were on the VIP box of Wembley Stadium, accompanied by family and friends that came together to see Harry perform. The room filled with love, pride and joy.

“Honey, I’m home!” Harry said into the mic, making the entire crowd of 80k people scream, and you couldn’t help but turn your head to Anne standing beside you.

“He’s always so happy when he’s here,” she said, her eyes not leaving her boy who was performing on stage, “I’ve watched him perform countless of times and I still get overwhelmed with so much pride.”

You both smiled tenderly, sharing the same feeling. As the concert went by, you danced along to the music, traded friendship bracelets with Harry’s fans that approached you and took a few snaps with your film camera to capture the moment forever.

But now, you absolute favorite of every Harry concert approached, the time to listen to him sing the song that started it all: Sign of the Times.

“It’s not lost on me how insane it is to be playing 4 nights here this week, thank you so much. It’s very, very special to me,” Harry begun with his speech before the song, making everyone in the audience grow emotional, “My family is here tonight, my friends are here, my gorgeous wife is here, and a countless list of people who have supported me right from the very beginning.”

You put your hand on your chest, feeling tears gather up in your eyes and feeling how Anne side-hugged you, caressing your arm.

“These shows get a little bit scary for me because, they get so built up, and it’s a slow build, that feels like. I know what it means to be here tonight and it’s a bit scary because it makes it feel it’s a show all unto itself”

“He’s still feels like he’s not going to live up to it,” Anne whispered, making you look at her, “But remember how he thought he was never going to play here on his own? And now we’re here for four nights.”

“And now we’re here for four nights.” you repeated her words, smiling to yourself and admiring your husband on stage.

The song finally started and the tears naturally rolled down your cheeks, your body filled with pride and adoration for the man you’ve loved for over 13 years. As you watched the fireworks go off as he hit the final notes, you thanked life for allowing you to stick with him through it all.

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vikilinda · 1 year

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A LITTLE FAVOR

pairing(s): Georgie farmer x fem!reader

Summary: Your roomie asks you for a favor that you charge him in a scene, and it ends up being the best favor of your life.

"Oh please"

"Nope!"

"You just have to put on the wig and no one will notice"

Emma, your co-star and friend, begs you to cover her in a scene, the two had become friends when they were both in the final casting test, it cannot be said that both had gotten the role.

"Come on, you don't have to say any dialogue"

Emma had been begging you to cover her in a scene tomorrow, of course you had been telling her no all this time. Something interesting about both of you was how much you two looked alike, not enough to be twins but you do share quite a few similar traits.

"And why isn't Jenna covering for you!"

Jenna, who has been watching you fight Emma, peacefully shakes her head as she continues to eat popcorn.

"I have scenes tomorrow, even if I wanted to I can't"

"Oh come on y/n, you're my only hope, if the scene doesn't shoot tomorrow they'll have to push everything back to January"

You deny.

"It won't be that someone is like this, it's because of her scene partner"

You quickly give Jenna a dirty look. As much as you wanted to deny it, Jenna was only telling the truth, if you accepted your scene partner, it would be Georgie, of course that wasn't the problem, the real problem came with the scene, which was a kiss between Enid and Ajax.

¡You couldn't kiss Georgie!

You and Georgie were good friends, spending almost every day on set together, even seeing each other for off-set dialogue practice quite often. But you couldn't kiss him, not after you'd tried so hard to drown out every little hint of any feeling for him.

"Is this all about Georgie? But if you guys are good- OH. MY. GOOD"

Emma, who seemed to have understood the situation, looks at you with flashing eyes and open mouth. Apparently your little secret had been discovered.

"All the more reason you have to cover me tomorrow"

"I can't"

"Y/n this may be your best chance to find out if he has feelings for you."

"And in the worst case you'll have kissed your crush and you'll have the whole spring break to forget about it" Interjects Jenna.

"Oh thanks"

"Oh come on Y/n, Jenna's right, this is a win/win for you. Please"

You sigh. You were definitely going to regret this.

"Fine…i do it."

"YESS!"

Both girls jump on top of you to celebrate, the three of you end up on the ground laughing out loud.

"I'm going to regret this so much"

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"And…Action!"

Your heart gallops when you see how Georgie finishes the short sentence of her character, your scene was the last one to shoot so when you turn around you see almost all your friends and setmates, that only makes you more nervous.

Georgie starts to get closer to you but you just freeze to the ground. Why can't you just be professional, kiss him and end this.

"Sorry"

You don't wait for an answer and you just run to the closest place you can find, of course it ends up being one of the corridors of the school set. Why couldn't you kiss him? Why did you have to run away? God, what is wrong with you!

"Hey…are you alright?"

You don't know if you are exalted by the shock of not knowing that you had someone behind your back, or by the specific British accent of that someone.

"Yeah, I just needed to get some air"

"Are you sure?"

You nod. You still had your back to Georgie but it didn't take much of a look to know that Georgie was far away from you, you felt how close her body was to yours.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

Georgie, seeing that you wouldn't turn around, he does, you look at the ground but he bends down in search of it. Georgie knew something was wrong, he knew you perfectly, you never got like that for a scene, not even that time you had to jump out of a window; So seeing you in that state he can't help but worry.

"Is it because of the number of people? Because I can tell Percy to distract them while we record"

"It's not that"

Georgie was a very patient person, very few things managed to get on his nerves, this was one of the few things. You kept looking away while giving monosyllabic answers, was he the problem? Had you been angry with him and hadn't noticed? He hadn't brushed his teeth?

Georgie takes your face in his hands and gently lifts it up so you can look into his eyes.

"Is it me? Can't you record the scene for me?"

Your lack of response confirms it. The look in his eyes kills you and makes you feel like the worst person in the world, he had only cared about you and instead you just avoid because you can't admit that it makes you so nervous that all body heat runs out of you.

"I'm sorry, I never wanted you to feel uncomfortable. It's because of the breath, right? I never should have let Percy do the shopping."

You laugh and that makes Georgie feel better at least you're not mad at him.

"You don't make me uncomfortable and your breath is fine, I swear."

"And what is it? If you don't tell me I won't be able to fix it, y/n/n"

Here you were, if you were going to take out the bandage you were going to do it in one move.

"It's just… It's just that you make me nervous"

Georgio was a poem, you didn't know if he was confused, scared or surprised. Or if he at least had understood what you wanted to say.

"I can't kiss you because every time you got closer I felt like my heart was going to explode or run away. And I couldn't tell you anything because I didn't want to damage our friendship, although from your face you may not even understand what I'm trying to tell you…"

Georgie doesn't give you time to finish when he locks your body in his arms and his chest, making sure that this time you weren't going to run away anywhere. Join your lips with his.

You were kissing Georgie! After all they had ended up kissing and you had to admit that it was much better than you had imagined. When they separate, Georgie runs her gaze over your face, smiles.

"I was the one who asked Emma to switch scenes with you."

"What?"

Your eyes widened at her confusion, a smile beginning to escape from the corner of your lips. Georgie had planned all this.

"I couldn't leave without at least trying something. Those two months would have eaten my head"

"So you convinced Emma that she'll help you?"

"It was more blackmail on her part, but let's say yes. Are you upset?"

Emotions did not fit in you, how could you be upset? Georgie had gone to all the trouble to come up with a plan and blackmail your roomie just so he could kiss you.

"Y/n?"

You don't answer, not with words at least. You take her face in your hands and kiss it. Georgie takes a few more seconds to react, but when he does, he encloses you more in his arms, letting herself be guided by the dance that guides your lips.

They both smile when they see each other.

"How about we finish filming the scene, and after what it takes to get all this blood off of us, we go on a date"

"I'm lovin 'it"

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v3nusxsky · 1 year

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Those dresses 18+

*Authors note~ I'm loving writing and interacting with you all. It brings me so much joy. And I must say some of my regular requesters are honestly making my day by coming back. I'm glad I can create something so special for you*

Trigger warnings~ mommy kink, dom Larissa sub r degrading praise strap oral

Prompt~ Hi im back with a request g i was thinking 16 (Quiet love, you don't want everyone to hear) and 82 (Please don't make me answer that) sound good! I dont know if they go together or better apart, thats up to you Imk what u think xX~ requested by my darling idkaname666666 on wattpad

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You had been crushing on the headmistress of Nevermore ever since you had gained your position here. Maybe it was her goddess like appearance, maybe it was her sexy British accent or maybe it was just everything all in one. Yet you had never found the words or confidence to tell her. The students loved your classes and anytime you were asked to go into her office she was always kind and supportive of your work. She noted your shy nature and the way you wouldn't hold eye contact with her for too long. She would make an effort to extend kind smiles your way in an hope to make you feel more comfortable around her. To Larissa your reactions were consistent with someone being uncomfortable in her presence. She didn't believe that you could possibly be interested in her in any other kind of capacity.

This behaviour had been going on for a while now and honestly every time you two were alone in a room together it was painfully obvious that it wasn't going to change. And that is why Larissa promised herself the next time an opportunity should arise she would try to sort out whatever was making you so uncomfortable around her, yet with other staff members you were perfectly okay. You would often have a laugh and little jokes with other staff members, in fact you seemed to be quite close with Marilyn. That's why it was no surprise when she had managed to over hear Marilyn teasing you. You had become distracted from the conversation when you caught sight of the headmistress in her new form fitting dress, the colour highlighting her beautiful features. A blush had covered your cheeks instantly, Marilyn taking the chance to tease you.

"When are you going to tell her y/n? You can't keep blushing like a school girl every time you catch a glimpse of the women, she's going to thing your shy or something" her tone was light and teasing but she held valid points. You wanted to tell Larissa your feelings but the fear of rejection was high. When your phone alerted you with a notification you were shocked to see an email from the one and only women who held your heart, requesting your presence in her office immediately. You groaned and Marilyn couldn't help but laugh, hugging you and whispering words of encouragement watching as you made your way to the office.

You knocked twice and her voice rang out giving you permission to enter. You did so and closed the door quietly jumping slightly when her voice rang out through the office telling you to lock the door. You did so and anxiously came to sit in front of her desk. Your hands clasped to gather showing your anxious state. You were avoiding her gaze knowing if you looked up you'd catch sight of that new dress and you wouldn't be able to keep your thoughts pure.

"Y/n? Have I done something to make you uncomfortable darling? I see how you are with others, and how different you are with me. The last thing I would want is for you to be uncomfortable darling" she murmured. Your brain was processing what the women had said, uncomfortable? You weren't uncomfortable, you just wished to be with her in more than a professional way. "It's uh, you don't, I'm not uncomfortable but um I" you stuttered and stumbled over your words. This was harder than you could've ever imagined. The smirk and glint in Larissa's eyes told you that she finally understood what was going on with you. "Darling what is it then?" She all but purred at you.

"Please don't make me answer that" you whimpered out glancing up at the women through your eyelashes. Really you weren't in much of a position to demand anything so you settled for pleading with her. Only to be met with a chuckle, "I thought you wanted to be my good little whore?" Which caused a Scarlett red blush to spread across your cheeks. "It's um the dresses. So attractive and you in general are just woah and it makes me nervous because you're a literal goddess" you mumbled keeping your gaze on the floor.

She chuckled at you silently questioning how she had missed out on what was clearly signs of interest. "Darling come here" she demanded and you were instantly on your feet complying with her demand. "Darling, can I make you feel good?" She murmured with a finger under your chin so you couldn't avoid her gaze. "Please" you whimpered out and that was all the confirmation she needed to bark another command at you, "Strip and knell then my darling"

You sunk to your knees instantly whimpering at the sight of her panty clad core underneath her dress. "Does my dirty girl want to make mommy feel good" she hummed out watching your eyes darken at the words. You couldn't help but whimper and plead with Larissa to let you please her. With a smirk she lifted her hips allowing you to remove her underwear and lift her dress up to sit above her hips. She smirked when your hands faulted at her dress. The dresses seemed to be your weakness and she made a mental note for that later.

You immediately kissed up her exposed thighs making your way to her dripping cunt, adding a nip to the inside of their thigh before soothing it with your tongue. You brought your mouth to where she wanted it causing her to moan out for you. The noises the she made spurring on your movements alongside the taste of her arousal. The finest taste you had ever experienced and you could quite easily see yourself becoming addicted. And when she came for you, we'll it was although the angels above where singing. Her moans music to your ears, you were most definitely addicted. You made sure to lick up every last drop of your reward.

Larissa pulled you upwards into a kiss, tasting herself on your tongue. "Such a good slut for me aren't you darling?" She purred out before bringing her lips to your neck to kiss and suck over the soft skin. A simple moan was all it took to spur the older women into a desire of making you experience pleasure just as she had. She reached a hand into the desk and pulled out a sinfully delicious looking strap on. You let out an involuntary moan at the sight, thoughts rushing through your mind at all the ways she could use the strap with you. "Oh you're such a dirty girl for mommy aren't you? Would you like mommy to fill that needy pussy of yours" she taunted watching as you nodded eagerly.

It was almost instantly that Larissa has settled the strap on her body and had you bent over her desk. "Darling can I?" She mumbled into your ear before nipping at the lobe. Pleas tumbling from your lips were cut off by a loud moan as she entered your aching core. Larissa stilled allowing you to adjust to her size and taunted "quite love, you don't want everyone to hear just what a dirty slut you are for me now do you?" To which you bit your lip hard enough to draw blood before rocking your hips backwards in a silent plea for her to move.

Moans filled Larissa's office as she bottomed out with every snap of her hips, building your path to what would be the most earth shattering orgasm you would ever have. Being quiet had long since flown out of the window as you approached the edge. Your mind clouded by desire and need. With a particularly harsh thrust and her finger snaked it's way to rub circles on your aching bundle of nerves you felt yourself thrown violently over the edge. It was as if the world stopped spinning as you cried out for her. She slowed her thrusts to help you come back from your high, only when your whimpers became that of overstimulation did she slip from your core.

After ridding herself of the strap she sat back in her chair and pulled your exhausted body towards hers. Cradling you in her arms she could see you were on a different planet, your mind fuzzy and empty. "Darling? Are you in there pretty? Can you come back to me my love?" She coed a hand rubbing slow circles over your back. It took you a few try's buy you managed to blink the hazy feeling away with a sleepy smile you murmured "I love you Rissa" before giving into exhaustion.

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inejschumacher · 5 months

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Day 5 of Via’s Taycember

pairing: george russell x reader

wc: 1011

cw: alcohol, implied cheating

An oddity, the Red Bull Formula 1 car hung above the Vegas nightclub. Was it real or a replica? Only God knows. Or his opposite of a devil, Christian Horner. The club was loud, bright beams of blue, red and green lights dancing around the overfull building. People and drinks alike spilled all over the place, dancing to the loud music and screaming along.

You should take it as a compliment that I got drunk and made fun of the way you talk. You should think about the consequence of your magnetic field being a little too strong

A London boy, you thought. what an odd accent. He said something, maybe a question? Were you drunk? It was so funny. The way he spoke. No r’s? The round u? It pissed you off. Why not speak normally? This was Vegas, not London. Or Manchester. Whatever British city he was from.

But you couldn’t tear yourself away from him. His eyebrows were raised, disappearing into his fluffy hair. Cute style. He better not put any gel in. Maybe it was the hair that kept you here. Did he like you mocking his accent? You didn't give yourself the ability to care, yet here you were.

And I got a boyfriend, he's older than us. He's in the club doing, I don't know what. You're so cool, it makes me hate you so much. Whisky on ice, Sunset and Vine, You've ruined my life, by not being mine

You’re dimly aware of the fact that your boyfriend—were you still even together?—was probably somewhere in the vicinity. Was he looking for you? It didn't matter. He was quite older than you and the London boy, whose face had dropped when you told him about your tall, handsome boyfriend. Well, he was, once upon a time. But there were always taller, more gorgeous men.

George was in no mood to be a homewrecker, especially with a woman drunk out of her wits. There were definitely other women who might give him whatever it was he desired, love, life, a companion. He couldn’t stop his heart from stopping when she told him she hated him. Only a half hour, and she’d already decided she felt something about him at such an extreme.

Until her slurred words repeated in her mockery of an English accent, and he realized why. His heart fluttered instead. He lazily spun his straw around in his ice-cold, watered-down whiskey, listening to her accusations of how he ruined her life. Only a half hour and she wanted him, strange accent or not.

You're so gorgeous, I can't say anything to your face 'cause look at your face and I'm so furious at you for making me feel this way, but what can I say? You're gorgeous

His jaw was sharp, his gaze was unwavering, his hair was drifting across his face, his hands were warm and firm. It all made you furious. How dare he be so perfect? How dare he make you feel so light inside as if you could float up up up and away with him to some far-off island with golden sunsets and green vines, like the car above your heads?

You hoped you didn't say anything to ruin this moment. A wrong word, a wrong move, and he might throw you back to the claws of the club, to your boyfriend.

You should take it as a compliment that I'm talking to everyone here but you. And you should think about the consequence of you touching my hand in the darkened room

He saw you again, on a different night after the race. He hadn’t noticed before, but you really were a social butterfly, especially when you were drunk. Of course he couldn't, you were with him that whole night. He watched you float from one person to the next, dancing and drinking. He felt a strong sense of jealousy. Why wouldn’t you talk to him?

You weren’t drunk, not in the slightest. The mocktails you’d secured with difficulty were just a cover. You watched him, careful not to let him notice your attention, as his grip tightened on his margarita, coming close to crushing the glass with his strong hands.

The hand that brushed against your slayer in the night as it rested atop the bar counter, cold but inviting. You wished it would explore more of your body than just your hand. The second time he did it, this time brushing past you on the dance floor, you quickly grabbed his hand and squeezed it.

If you've got a girlfriend, I'm jealous of her, but if you're single that's honestly worse 'cause you're so gorgeous it actually hurts

You’d tried to find out whether he had a girlfriend or not, but even though there was nothing on his socials or new outlets, you knew it meant nothing when so many drivers liked to maintain their utmost privacy.

But on the lucky chance he was single, was it really that much better? After all, a man of his looks, talent, and success shouldn’t be single unless there was something deeply disturbing about him, but how could there be? His gorgeous smile, endearing charm, betrayed by such doubt of his genuinety.

Ocean blue eyes looking in mine. I feel like I might sink and drown and die

His blue eyes, deeper than any ocean you laid eyes on ever, seemed to pull you in until you would sink deeper, deeper, deeper until you drowned in them, in his embrace. His arms were tight around you, firm but ever so gentle, keeping you afloat in this misery of a romantic life.

You make me so happy, it turns back to sad, yeah. There's nothing I hate more than what I can't have. You are so gorgeous it makes me so mad

It felt as if tears were begging to be let out, to fall onto your soft cheeks as you gazed at the chiselled face of the man you couldn’t have. You were initially so happy in his embrace, glad he took the first step, yet the prospect of this being the only step saddened you.

At the same time, you hated that idea. Why couldn’t you have him? The only thing stopping you was your boyfriend; there was no need or desire to continue the slow, timid relationship. A few months was nothing compared to the everlasting love of the greats, it was perfectly alright to end things with him. So why didn’t you?

You didn't even have the full capability to process your hatred and near-future because his ever-beautiful face filled your mind, never escaping your thoughts. Why couldn’t he hold off for a little longer until you could get yourself in check, figure out what to do?

Guess I'll just stumble on home to my cats, alone, unless you wanna come along

Forget all of this. You’d spent enough time in the club, pretending to drink the multi-coloured cocktails and breathing in the homely scent of George, it was time to go home to your waiting cats and rid yourself of this sorrowful night.

Unless he wanted to come along?

You're so gorgeous, I can't say anything to your face

All it took was a tug of the hand, a mischievous smile, and now here you both were lying on your hotel couch together, content in each other’s arms as you both stroked the soft fur of your cats.

You're gorgeous

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imaginesbymonika · 1 year

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About you (Finale)

Pairing: Tenoch Huerta x fem!reader

Plot: Inspired by "About you" by the 1975. You and Tenoch used to date and you simply can't shake the feeling that you are still in love with him. You wonder if he still thinks about you, because you do all the time.

Masterlist / Previous Chapter

A/N: you guys made it !! Thank you so much for reading my silly little story and being so nice about it. ly tons !! my requests are open for now and if you want to read anything specific, let me know <333 also my dms are always open in case you need to talk to someone !!

She isn't even entirely down the hallway when Y/N hears how someone calls her name. An unsteady sigh leaves her lips before she turns around. Tenoch, who is holding on to the photo for dear life is quickly making his way toward her. And he pulls her into a bone-crushing hug once he reaches her. Tears are streaming down his face, while the grip on her waist tightens.

"You should have told me.", he whispers in between sobs:" God, mi amor. You should have told me." When he pulls away, his hands' cup both her cheeks. At this point, Y/N is crying as well, her hands fly up to wrap around his. All she can do is nod her head in understanding.

"What's his name?", Tenoch asks and swallows thickly. He can't help himself but let out a teary laugh at the thought of that little boy. "It's Pedro.", Y/N states and mirrors his expression. "Pedro.", the man repeats, while more happy tears roll down his face:" Pedro, Pedro, Pedro." His face moves closer to hers and he presses a more than delicate kiss on her forehead. "You know, I love you too, by the way.", Y/N voices, and she feels how he squeezes her hands while the smile on his lips only gets bigger:" I never stopped loving you, not one day." The next thing she feels is his lips on hers, and she tastes the salinity of both of their tears.

But if she was being honest she never tasted anything sweeter. And neither did he.

"A lot has happened ever since we last saw each other.", James Corden says, while he leans back in his chair. The most prominent smile plays on his lips. Y/N feels how her cheeks gradually heat up. "Like a lot, a lot.", James adds, making everyone laugh, The woman can only nod.

“So first thing first, you and your co-star Tenoch Huerta were spotted kissing on the red carpet. A few weeks after we did our interview together, where you two seemed very distant. What happened?”, James asks, and a few members of the audience chuckle.

Y/N only smiles while she slowly lifts her hand, it takes everyone a few seconds to comprehend what she tries to communicate but as soon as the audience does they cheer. The camera zooms in on a stunning diamond ring. “Tenoch is actually my fiancé now.”, She says and James' eyes widen while he moves closer to her. “That’s fantastic! Congratulations!”

The actress smiles shyly:" Thank you.", while her fingers absently begin to play with the expensive jewelry. Tenoch proposed four months after he met Pedro. He explained that they had wasted enough time and that he genuinely couldn't picture his life with another woman by his side. Y/N said yes, countless times before he was even capable to ask the question.

"How did all of that happen?", James asks and Y/N simply smiles. "There was just something about Tenoch, that I couldn't forget."

"It's that easy?", the British man who sits behind the table questions and raises his eyebrows but the young woman shakes her head. "Depends on how you are looking at it."

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prazinos · 1 year

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Athánati Omorfiá

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Part 2

Word count : 1.4k

Rating : G (Pure Fluff) Future chapters may have explicit content.

Summary : Eddie Munson, tour guide for the British museum in London, is passionate about his work, and is infatuated with an ancient statue called 'The Beauty Of Stéphanos'. But what will happen when he crosses paths with a man who looks exactly like the statue he is so enamoured by?

Everybody in the museum noticed Eddie’s upbeat attitude as of late.

Eddie was more compliant with wearing his sweaters and hair up, his hands moving at the speed of light whenever he spoke, not just when he was talking about history.

But nobody knew why

Eddie was practically skipping around during his tour. And when he got to the statue of Stéphanos, this man was talking at a million miles a second. Really, half of the tour group had to ask him to slow down.

And during his lunch break he would sit on his phone and giggle to himself, pulling his hair in front of his face.

'Eddie!' Thomas yelled out.

Eddie looked up, slamming his phone on his desk, internally grimacing at the thought of his phone most definitely having a crack in it.

'Yes sir?' Eddie asked simply

'I need you to show around our new curator. And for the love of God stop calling me sir' Thomas groaned.

Eddie gave the grumpy museum director a quick salute before standing up and out of his chair.

'So what's your name?' Eddie asks the girl with a bob.

'Robin' she said, looking around Eddie's office. 'So why exactly did you slam your phone down? Were you watching porn or something?' she continued.

'W-what?-no-I was messaging a friend'

'Right'

Eddie's face went red and he just grumbled telling Robin to follow him.

Eddie did a fast paced tour around the building while also giving Robin some valuable information, such as which coffee machine to use and what time the ass kissing receptionist went on her half an hour smoke breaks.

'Jesus Christ, you seriously know everything don't you' Robin said, adjusting her bag.

'I do my best. Now this is your office, do whatever you want with it, Thomas will try and get you to keep it professional for about the first month. Then he just gives up' Eddie smiles

Robin nods, looking around the dusty office that hasn't been used for maybe two years?

She puts her bag down and sits in the chair, immediately regretting her decision as a cloud of dust shoots into the air, causing both her and Eddie to erupt into coughing fits.

'God-you, you cough like a grandma' Eddie laughs between coughs.

'You're one to talk' Robin shoots back.

Eddie checks his watch, he's got a tour in about 10 minutes. Shit.

He says a quick goodbye to his new co-worker and rushed out the door to his office, grabbing his lanyard and hair tie.

And right as he's about to leave his office, his phone buzzes.

Eddie picks it up and as soon as his phone lights up his face is splitting into an almost Cheshire grin.

It's Steve! Steve!

And as he opens Steve's message, Eddie swears that his heart skips 4 beats.

Hey! Wanna grab coffee after your shift? 3:21pm

Okay Eddie, play it cool. Of course he can play it cool. How can somebody play it uncool over text? Calm down Eddie. Seriously.

How about we make it dinner? It'll be late by the time I'm done with my paperwork and I know a really good restaurant close to the museum 3:22pm

That was cool. Right? Or was the message too long? Maybe asking to go to dinner was too forward.

His phone lit up again

Even better! :) 3:22pm

Alright. Meet me outside the museum at 6? 3:23pm

Sounds good! 3:23pm

Eddie was practically giggling like a school girl. He never understood the saying 'butterflies in my stomach' saying. Well, he may have before with other crushes, (God he's 23 and he's still saying crush?) but with Steve, It felt like his stomach was on fire. Flame tickling his insides.

God he's such a sap.

Eddie looked up at the clock for the 8th time in thirty minutes. He couldn't help it ok? The most gorgeous man alive was interested in Eddie. Maybe interested. Well, Eddie hopes that Steve is interested. I mean it feels like it, they message nearly all the time, and Eddie feels like he's known Steve for years.

But maybe Steve wasn't interested. Maybe-Maybe Steve just thought Eddie was a fun toy to play with. Eddie hasn't always been seen as a guy everybody wants. Especially in high school. Eddie was the kind of guy that was asked out just for laughs.

Whether it be the time Eddie got asked out, just to have him covered in eggs, or the time that he got left a rose every day for a week before valentines and when he finally got a note asking for Eddie to meet them somewhere, Eddie got stripped to his boxers and tied to a pole.

But he left all that behind and moved to London.

Eddie looked up again at the clock and saw that it was 5:58pm. Shit.

He grabbed all his things and bolted out the door. Nearly forgetting his backpack.

He burst out the museum doors and saw a startled Steve.

'Jesus dude' Steve laughed

'Sorry, sorry! I had to rush, I got caught up' Eddie said, bending over and leaning against his knees, gulping down air.

'It's fine don't worry about it' Steve smiled. God that smile. Safe to say that Eddie has known this guy all of 2 weeks and he is absolutely whipped.

'Shall we?' Eddie asks, after finally catching his breath.

'We shall, sir Eddie' Steve laughed.

And he was a nerd? How was Eddie not supposed to fall for him.

Eddie practically dragged Steve towards the restaurant that was a couple blocks over. Everyone around them looking at the two like they were crazy kids.

Eddie let go of Steve's hand and rushed up to the doors of the restaurant, holding one open gesturing to Steve 'For you, King Stéphanos' Eddie smiles.

'Jesus nobody's called me that in ages' Steve chuckles, his eyes widening slightly 'King I mean, I used to be called King Steve in high school' he continued.

Eddie giggled boyishly at Steve's admission.

'Hi! Welcome to Nostalgic Diner! Table for two?' The hostess asks 'Oh hi Eddie!' She smiles recognising the young man.

'Hey Sue, yeah table for two' Eddie said.

Sue guided the two to a booth before throwing down some menus.

'Strawberry milkshake Eddie?' Sue asks knowingly

'Please, Sue'

Sue smiled at them before walking away.

'So you come here often?' Steve asks

'Trying to hit on me?'

'What-no no, I just meant that the hostess she knew your name and-and you knew hers so I-'

'relax I'm kidding, yeah. I come here a lot'

Steve visibly relaxes and Eddie slides a menu towards him.

'You want to take a look at the menu or do you want to hear my amazing recommendations?' Eddie asks

'I mean, you seem to know what's good on the menu here. So what is your amazing recommendation?'

'You seem like a chocolate milkshake and a bacon burger kind of guy'

'Then, a chocolate milkshake and bacon burger it is'

Once they got their food, they talked about anything and everything

'So what is your accent anyway? I can tell it's not British but it's something. Some of your words, they have a twang to it' Eddie asked

'Yeah...I lived in Greece up until I was about...um 12' Steve answered. But why did he almost sound unsure?

Eddie didn't think about it for too long, already asking a million questions about Greece, and if Steve had seen all the ancient landmarks.

But Steve didn't mind. He answered every question with as much passion as Eddie.

'So, did you get your ring from Greece?' Eddie asked. And he could have sworn he saw Steve's smile falter for a split second, before answering

'Oh yeah, my mom gave it to me' Steve replied softly, staring at the ring.

'Could I take a better look at it? It looks old but somehow preserved amazingly'

'No! I can't take it off!' Steve suddenly shouted. Eddie widened his eyes at his response and tried not to take it to heart.

'I'm sorry, I mean, I can't take it off because my mom died and the last thing she asked was for me to never take it off' Steve said, sadness covering his entire face

'No, I shouldn't have pushed' Eddie said, almost too quickly.

The silence was quickly broken by Steve telling Eddie about the trips he would take to see the Temple Of Poseidon, to which Eddie was nothing but totally invested.

HI BOZOS!!!

Oh my goodness part two what we thinking????

You know I seriously think I'm a genius for that king steve bit but that might just be me

how many fucking times did i say God in this jesus

As always lmk what you think of my work by liking, commenting, reblogging, maybe even following idk.

Part three next week!!!

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marilynthornhilllover · 11 months

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Rebecca x fem! reader

Name: " lustful eyes"

Warning: smut, indecent language, mommy kink, praise kink, fingering,office sex.

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You always saw the way Rebecca looked at you. It was quite the opposite of how a boss should look at an employee. She always made you nervous. Your knees completely week. Your chest burn. Your body stiff. And face red as hell.

You'd be lying to yourself if you said you didn't have a crush on her. You knew it was wrong, but you couldn't help yourself.

It was time for " biscuits with the boss" hour and ted wasn't at work. He had a terrible flu. So you had his job now. To have biscuits with Rebecca for 1 whole hour. Things could get heated, you thought. The only times you saw Rebecca was at a meeting, ball game or around the office sometimes.

You fixed your hair and exposed your boobs alittle from your v - neck shirt. If she wanted something to stare at you'll give her something to stare at.

You knocked upon her door softly. The gold plate of her name on the door staring at you. "Come in" you heard her say from inside. You went in and closed the door behind you.

"Miss y/l/n what a pleasant surprise!"

Rebecca said closing her laptop to give you her undivided attention. There it was again. She was eye fucking you. He green eyes made it hard to for you to look away.

Swaying your hips you walked up to her desk smiling.

Soon you realized that you haven't greeted her yet.

" ah, yes well ted isn't here so I thought I should take up the job" you said placing the small pink box on her desk. She looked at the box as you carefully placed it down before smiling back up at you.

You returned her smile before turning around to leave. " wait" she called out. You immediately turned back around and was met with the most sinful eyes. You gulped at the way she was now raising her eyebrows and smirking.

" stay" she said softly, but you heard the demand in it loud and clear. "Ms.welton I should really get going" you started to blur out, but her eyes. God thoses eyes made her hard to reject. You gave in and sat in the chair that was opposite her desk.

She opened the box and took out a biscuit. She opened her mouth slowly and placed the biscuit on her tongue, before closing her mouth once more. The moan she released after that was exquisite. You felt you core light up.

At this point tou were just squirming in your seat. "Y/n darling" she cooed. The way your name rolls off her tongue like honey. And oh how her British accent is strong as fuck when she says darling. Her voice ripped you straight from your thoughts as your eyes met her gaze.

"Can is ask you a question?" She said tilting her head to the side to study you more. You humed in approval.

" do I make you... nervous?" She asked, British accent thick as fuck. You paused for a moment. Not sure how to answer her question. Or maybe you just wanna answer it in a smart way.

She noticed the way you hesitated and took it upon herself to speak again.

" do I make you feel things" this time she had the smirk of the devil and eyes of someone who hadn't had sex in over a decade. This question took you out completely. You were stunned. You felt your blood rushing to your head. Your face getting hot.

This feeling kept coming to your core. Your felt your felt clenching around nothing. You were starting to get wet.

"Fuck" you gasp out, rubbing your temples. "Headaches are the worst." You said and she chuckled. "C'mere" she said tapping her thigh. Feeling the headache get worse you just compiled. You straddled her lap, your skirt riding up around your waist.

"Fuck Rebecca- i- i need" you couldn't even think straight. Your mind was blank. All fuzzy.

You weren't thinking straight at all.

" to be fucked?"

" a painkiller" you both said your sentences at the same time. You stared into her sapphire blue eyes, that were hardly visible from how blown her pupils were.

Soon both your mouths were on eachother in a heated kiss. It was both long lasting and short lasting. You moaned into her mouth, her tongue slipped in to explore your taste more.

You could taste the sweet taste of the sugar biscuit she just ate and, the wine she drank while on lunch with keeley.

She was intoxicating. You soon had to pull away from her to catch your breath.

"God you are good" you whispered out of breath. Rebecca cupped your cheek and softly caressed it.

"Tell me you want me y/n" she whispered leaving soft pecks of kisses along the line of your jaw.

You let out a soft moan as she gently started sucking on your neck.

" I don't want you" you said pushing her off you neck do she can look at you.

" I need you Rebecca, really bad, so please fuck me already, please?" You said as you pouted.

In a half of a second Rebecca had you on her desk in a heated kiss again.

She pushes your thighs apart and stands between them. She rolled your shirt up above your hips, leaving her with the view of your nice lacy underwear.

You couldn't help but arch your back into her to feel her closer. You couldn't get enough of this woman. She was like a drug. A drug you know is bad for you but enjoy the way it makes you feel inside.

Her eyes flicked up to your and she smirked at you. You bit your lips to hold back a throaty groaned when Rebecca ripped of your underwear like it was nothing. That was your favorite pair, but to be honest it turned you on.

"Don't worry darling, I'll get you a new pair" she whispered hovering over you. She stared kissing you again, more softly this time. Like she was trying to tell you something special.

Your back arched and your eyes rolled to the back off your head. Rebecca has unexpectedly pushed two fingers into you, curling them as she started a slow but steady paste. You couldn't help but moan into her mouth.

Rebecca couldn't help but look at your blissed out face. squirming beneath her you were a moaning mess. She quicken her paste going deeper.

"OH my god, Rebecca i-" you couldn't even finish your sentence properly, but she already knew what you were saying.

She added pressure onto your clit pushing you over the edge more.

You cried out as your felt the knot in your stomach tie.

" Rebecca can i-" she didn't even let you finish your sentence, her mouth was hungrily on yours.

As she increased her paste in you again, that was it for you. Your back arched off the desk as your thighs were shaking.

Your orgasm hit you like a wrecking ball.

Your eyes were shut tight as you tried to catch your breath.

" I love you" you her Rebecca whispered. You opened your eyes to see her looking at you like a lost puppy who had just re-found its owner.

You pulled her into a deep love long lasting kiss.

After you both fixed yourselves back to your usual attire.

The door slammed open as keeley walked through. Both you and Rebecca's head snapped towards the door.

" finally!" She shouted. Turns out she was standing out there the entire time.

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smartycvnt · 7 months

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Vegas, Baby!

Title: Vegas Baby! Pairing: Bobbi Morse x Reader Summary: Bobbi and Y/n have their first kiss as a married couple. R WC: 967

Y/n watched the bleach take off the last remnants of blood from the bathtub. The mission had been messy, but an overall success. It was definitely the kind that Director Fury would have them stay in to think about all the ways it could have gone over better. Y/n wasn't going to do that though, Bobbi wouldn't let her. She'd drag Y/n with her for a night on the town. They were still in Vegas and would be until the next afternoon when their bus arrived. Bobbi had casually mentioned hitting up one of the casinos under the guise of it being suspicious for them to go to Vegas, but not been seen anywhere except for their hotel and the place where they killed a couple guys.

"Christ, you have got to air this place out," Bobbi said as she stepped into the bathroom. Y/n turned to face Bobbi, who was already done up for her night out. It was unfair how good Bobbi looked, especially since she would always be unavailable for Y/n. There would always be some other agent around who had Bobbi's attention. She had gone straight from her training crush to future husband, leaving no room for Y/n to really make an impression in between. "Is that what you're wearing out?"

"Who said I was going out?" Y/n asked. Bobbi shot Y/n a look, one that challenged Y/n to stay inside.

"Come on, are you really going to let me run around Las Vegas by myself?" Bobbi pouted as she took a step towards Y/n. Bobbi towered over Y/n, and Y/n tried to distract herself from all the ways Bobbi could have easily overpowered her in that moment. "Apparently, I'm a bit of a hazard."

"Fine, we can go out," Y/n agreed. Bobbi smiled and excitedly pulled Y/n out of the hotel room. There was a cab waiting for them on the street, which Y/n knew wasn't a good sign. Bobbi seemed to have their entire night mapped out. The cab brought them to a casino that felt a bit fancy for Y/n's black t-shirt and black jeans. Bobbi's cocktail dress made much more sense, and Y/n felt like Bobbi's bodyguard standing behind her all night.

Bobbi was unsurprisingly good at almost every table she stopped by. Bobbi didn't lose any money that she couldn't easily win right back. Even as the drinks began to flow, Bobbi was shockingly good at everything. Y/n tried to hold off on drinking, but her own boredom got the better of her. She busied herself with a few fruity drinks that turned out to pack a much bigger punch than Y/n ever would have thought.

The casino was much more fun when Y/n let herself relax. Now, it was Bobbi's turn to follow Y/n around and make sure that she didn't get into too much trouble. Their fun came to an end much quicker with Y/n when the woman started losing at Blackjack, the only form of poker she knew how to play. Bobbi hoisted Y/n over her shoulder and carried her out of the casino as Y/n shouted profanities that Bobbi hadn't heard since her time in the military at the security team following them out.

"What a bunch of-," Y/n started, only to be cut off by Bobbi.

"Not now," Bobbi warned. Y/n pouted as she looked up at Bobbi. It didn't take very long for Bobbi to register that Y/n was just staring at her. "What?"

"You're pretty, I'd like to marry you." Y/n's words were jumbled together, but Bobbi could still decipher them. "Why did you marry that stupid British guy instead of me? I thought we had something special."

"We did, and that's why I couldn't marry you," Bobbi confessed. Y/n didn't seem to understand it, but Bobbi doubted that it mattered when Y/n started trying to chase down a street food vendor. Bobbi thought they were in the clear until Y/n brought it back up again as they walked past a 24 hour wedding chapel.

"Will you marry me?" Y/n asked hopefully. "Come on, we're in Vegas. You know what they say, and it's not like we don't love each other. Please Barbie, I just wanna love ya."

Bobbi couldn't believe herself as she let Y/n walk her inside. They filled out the forms, which seemed very simple for legally binding contracts, and a man dressed like a wizard ushered them into a little room. There was a blood stain on the carpet in front of a table with a small memorial for a terrible Elvis impersonator. Bobbi had a nervous feeling in the pit of her stomach about this being a terrible idea, but if Y/n woke up in the morning regretting it, they had a great cop-out. Bobbi could pretend that she hadn't sobered up after Y/n caused a scene in the casino. They could pretend to never even know if they didn't want to.

"You may now kiss the bride," the wizard said. He took a step back and Y/n tried to dip Bobbi in a Hollywood kiss, but it was much less graceful than that. Bobbi caught Y/n before she could fully fall. Y/n stared up at Bobbi with a lovestruck look on her face, and Bobbi had no choice but to kiss her. The kiss was messy, as would any with the amount of alcohol that they consumed over the night, but to Bobbi, it was perfect. It was her first kiss with her wife, and she could only hope that they both remembered it in the morning.

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alexiabae · 2 years

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TEASING; leah williamson x fem!reader

Summary: in which reader gets teased about Leah from her teammates.

Warnings: fluff.

Note: English is not my first language.

not my gif.

Y/N typed something quickly to Leah, wishing her luck for the match against Belgium. She found herself in the facility of Spain's national team alongside to a few of them that decided stay that weekend.

She received a text from Leah, who without much less time, the British answered quickly.

Thanks, Y/N/N. It's means a lot, even if just a friendly. Enjoy your free days😘💕

Y/N bite the inside of her cheek and let out a tiny smile.

"Why are you smiling like that?" Amaiur asks, sitting next to Y/N.

"I received a text from a friend... Can I smile?" Y/N said, looking at her.

Amaiur smirk, wiggling her eyebrows. "I know that smile..." She hummed, putting her arms on the table and rest her head there.

Y/N rolled her eyes, letting her back rest on the backrest.

"It's a normal smile." Y/N muttered, playing with her fingers on the table.

The dark haired girl gave her a knowing look.

"It's about Leah?" Amaiur asks, almost knowing the answer because she was smiling widely.

Y/N blushed a little, but she shakes her head. Amaiur laughs for Y/N's reaction.

"It's about her! I knew it since I watched that fan video." Y/N blushed more for Amaiur's confession.

"What video?" Y/N questioned, frowning.

"I told you. A fan video. I watched it on Twitter but I guess there will be too on YouTube." The Guipuzcoan said, shrugging her shoulders.

Y/N was gonna to speak when Mapi's voice interrupted her.

"Minions! I'm going to Oslo." Mapi said, stopping next to them with her suitcase to aside.

Y/N and Amaiur stood up. "I told you that not call me like that." Y/N mumbled. The blonde was hugging Amaiur while she said this.

"Why? I call her like that and she is not mad at me." Mapi said, separating from Amaiur's hug. She opened her arms towards Y/N, but this one refused and stand up with her arms crossed. "Come on, I was joking. I call you like that because I'm old than you, that's all." She said, still with her arms open, adding a pout.

"That's no made sense. And you are just two years older than me." Y/N said, narrowing her eyes. But she couldn't resist Mapi's pout and throw to her arms. The blonde let out a tiny laugh.

"I know it's not made sense. But that is why I told it." Mapi muttered in her ear.

They separated from the hug. Mapi pinched Y/N's cheeks to tease her, this one pushed her hands away, making Mapi laughs.

"You are so annoying." Y/N said, rolling her eyes.

"Thank you." Mapi said, smiling.

The blonde went away after say goodbye to others and Athenea and Misa approached Amaiur and Y/N.

"You two stay here?" Misa asks at them, the four sitting down in the previous table that Amaiur and Y/N are sat before.

"Yeah." Amaiur said, Y/N nods with her head, agreeing with the Basque. "What about you?" She asked.

"I'm going with Patri, Leila and Claudia to Ibiza." Misa answered.

"I stay here in Madrid but I'm staying with my partner." Athenea says.

"You going this afternoon?" Y/N asked at Misa, who nodded with her head. Logically it made sense, since they have two days off and they come back on Sunday.

"Who else is going to go?" Amaiur asks at them.

"I think half of the team." Misa said, shrugging her shoulders, looking for Athenea's gaze for a confirmation.

"Have you talked to Jenni?" Y/N asks at Misa when the other two started a conversation. The goalkeeper shakes her head, Y/N let out a sigh. "Later I call her."

Jenni means a lot to Y/N. The striker was her mentor, even when their personalities are the opposite. Maybe it was because Y/N plays in the same position that Jenni plays.

"Say hi from me." The Canary says, smiling softly.

"What time does your crush play?" Amaiur turned towards Y/N.

Y/N's cheeks turned red and it intensify when Misa and Athenea laugh.

"Amaiur!" Y/N whined, the mentioned looked at her innocently.

"Did you see the video?" Misa asks at the other two.

"The fan video? Yes! I commented her a while ago." The Guipuzcoan says, clapping with her hands with ilusion.

"Yeah, it is super adorable their stares when the other is looking elsewhere." Athenea said, smiling widely.

At this point, Y/N wants dig a hole in the ground and get in there. She heard them make comments about Leah and her.

"You don't answer me." Amaiur looked at her after rant about them.

"She is not my crush." Y/N mumbled, hiding her face in her arms, that it was on the table.

Amaiur let out a scoff.

"I don't know who you're trying to fool, but your looks speak for themselves." She hummed.

Y/N turned her gaze to another part of the room and for her luck, she saw her salvation.

"Irene! Amaiur is teasing me." Y/N called to her captain, adding a pout when she finished said it.

Y/N heard how Amaiur snorted to her side, Irene started walk to their table.

"What happened now?" Irene asks in a tired voice.

"She is a big baby." Amaiur said, pinching her cheeks, Y/N pushed her hands away.

"She is teasing me about Leah, saying that I have a crush on her even when I told her that I haven't a crush on her." Y/N whined, moving her hands while she explained.

Irene let out a sigh, crossing her arms about her chest. "You, let her alone." She said it pointing with her index finger at Amaiur. "And you, accept your crush on Leah, it's painful watch how you two look each other like that." Y/N bit her lower lip when Irene said it to her.

Amaiur laughs, high five with the other two.

"I'm going out." Y/N muttered, standing up and walking to the exit.

"Wait! You let your phone." Irene called her. Y/N stopped and walk back to the table, grabbing her phone. She saw how Amaiur was giving her a smug smile. So Y/N showed at her the middle finger.

"See you later..." The Guipuzcoan hummed, waving with her hand.

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Y/N would love to say that as the days went by, the teasing from a few of her teammates towards her stopped, but it didn't.

It started with Amaiur and Mapi, following Misa, Leila and Patri and the last one Alexia.

Yes, Alexia Putellas was teasing her about her supposed crush on Leah.

Y/N has a crush on Leah, but she never say it loud, something that her teammates don't care if Y/N say it or no.

The best part, if she could call it that, it was that Y/N need handle it too with a few of her Arsenal's teammates.

The Euro started and some matches passed, Spain winning all their group stage matches, some of them difficulty, but they win. Their next match will be against Norway, since they stayed like second in the group A, the first England so they will face Germany, the second in Spain's group.

Y/N prayed that England win her last game, for her luck it happened and they stayed leaders. So all the teasing will be for Mapi.

"Mapi?" Y/N called at her. The blonde looked at her. "Will there be a kiss?" And of course Y/N tease her friend, just like Mapi does with her.

Whistles from a few of their teammates was heard, making shake her head while she laughs.

"Maybe." The Aragonese said, smiling. They are walking to the training grounds.

"Wanna bet?" Alexia muttered at Y/N. She was by her right side, Mapi on her left.

Y/N looked at her, nodding with her head.

"Okay. If I win, I want you confess your feelings to Leah." Alexia gave her proposition.

Y/N rolls her eyes, but stayed quiet.

"If I win, you will be my slave during our vacation." Y/N said, raising an eyebrow.

Alexia made a thoughtful face and, after she raised her hand towards her, Y/N accept it and they shake their hands.

"I can hear you, guys." Mapi said in a duh tone.

"Well, you know what to do." Alexia says, giving her a thumb up.

Mapi rolled her eyes and walked first to the locker room, followed for the rest.

"For the first time, I'd let someone else win." The blonde teased at Alexia.

The Catalan give her a sarcastic smile, showing her the middle finger. Y/N passed her arm around Alexia's shoulders, smirking smugly.

"Aww, Alexia losing a bet? It would be fantastic to see." Y/N says, leaning her head in Alexia's.

"Shut up. We have two days until the match, I would to threat Mapi and her girlfriend. So don't sing victory." The brunette tickle Y/N's sides.

"Hey!" Y/N said, laughing and moving away from her. "I have contacts in Norway's team too." Y/N hummed.

Alexia frown. "What does that means?" She asks confused.

"Means that I could speak to that person to talk to Ingrid and... Take the right choice." Y/N explained, going to the bench and sitting there.

The Catalan narrowed her eyes. "Don't you dare." She said, pointing at her with her finger.

Y/N raised her hands, hiding a smile.

"Only if you don't interfered too." Y/N extended her hand towards her, sealing a new treat. Alexia took her hand and shake it.

The rest of the afternoon pass quickly and they come back to their hotel. Y/N went to Ona and Salma room with Amaiur, Nerea and Misa. Y/N lie down in Ona's bed while the others start talk.

Or tease.

"You talk with your cru- friend?" Misa asks at Y/N, corrected herself when Y/N gaze her with a warning look.

"We talk everyday." Y/N said, shrugging her shoulders nonchalantly, looking at her phone.

The others stop what they was doing and looked at her. Y/N raised her head when she heard no one talking, she frowned.

"What?" She asks.

"Everyday?" Ona asked, Y/N nods.

"Texts or FaceTime?" Nerea asks this time.

"Both. Mostly texts."

"You see each other in person since you are here?" Misa asks.

"Nope." Y/N shakes her head, looking back at her phone. But someone else took it from her hands. "Hey! Give me it back." Y/N said at Amaiur.

The haired dark girl smirked and ran to the bathroom, locking herself there. Y/N watch the closed door shocked.

"Are you serious?" Y/N says loudly, standing up and walking to the bathroom, knocking at the door.

"Give me a minute!" Amaiur yell from inside.

The others let out a laugh.

"Come on girls, don't take her side." Y/N said, rolling her eyes.

"She is the captain of your ship, it's cute." Nerea confessed, smiling.

"What ship?" Y/N asked alarmed.

"Leah and you, who else?" Misa said rhetorically.

Y/N let out a tired sigh; "For last time, stop it. We aren't together."

"Yet." Ona pointed out.

"You want play that game, Batlle?" Y/N challenges her, crossing her arms and looking at her.

The rest looked at her with raised eyebrows, making Ona blush.

"I don't know what are you talking about." The freckled girl mumbled, throwing Y/N her pillow.

"You don't miss say something to us?" Misa inquired, wiggling her eyebrows.

"Yeah, some hiding crush there?" Nerea pressed.

"It's a stupid crush, okay? Drop it." Ona muttered. She looked at Y/N. "Thanks." Ona said sarcastically.

"You're welcome." Y/N says in the same manner.

At that moment Amaiur get out from the bathroom. She tended Y/N's phone at her direction and when this one took it, Amaiur went to Salma's bed, throwing herself in top of Nerea.

"What have you done?" Y/N inquired at her, walking to the bed. She scrolled for WhatsApp and Instagram, but she doesn't saw nothing out of the ordinary.

"Nothing." The Basque said, not trying hide her smirk.

"You know what? I'm tired from you all. So I'm going." Y/N tiredly said and walked out from there, not wanting for their reactions.

She decided went out from the hotel to take some fresh air. Y/N leaned her back against the wall near the entrance. She didn't know that another national team was staying in the same hotel than them, but Y/N watch how a bus parked in front of her in the distance, and soon players came out from the bus. Y/N swallowed hard when she recognized their training kit.

"Hi!" Keira's voice startled her. "Sorry. I saw you and... I want to say hi." She apologies when saw Y/N's reaction.

"Yeah, sorry. Hello. How are you?" Y/N greeted at her, accepting Keira's hug.

"I'm good. A little nervous for tomorrow, but good. What about you?" The British asks, separating from the short hug.

"Same, I guess we are all like that." Y/N said, chuckling nervous.

Keira laughs, patting Y/N's shoulder. "It's nice to see you." She said sincerely.

Y/N nods, smiling shyly. "It's nice to see you too."

Keira wave with her hand and walk to the entrance but she stopped at midway and turned to look at Y/N.

"She misses you." Keira simply said and without waiting for Y/N's answer, she resumed her way.

Y/N blushed a little, waving at some of Leah's teammates who wave at her since the blonde introduced them after some matches that they played against their club. It's like Y/N met Keira, Leah introduced after the first match that Y/N played against Manchester City and she noticed that Keira is someone important to Leah.

"So you are staying here." Leah's voice interrupted in her mind. Y/N turned to look at her, the blonde stood up in front of her with her arms crossed about her chest, a smile painted on her lips.

"I guess you too." Y/N whispered. Leah smiled widely and went to hug her. Y/N hug her too and hide her head in Leah's neck since the blonde is a little more tall than her. "I miss you." She admitted to the British.

"I miss you too." Leah said back, hugging her tightly. They separated a little, but they stayed in the embrace. Their gazes fell on their faces, admiring their features.

Y/N unconsciously leaned slowly to Leah's mouth and peck her lips. When she notice what she did, she move abruptly.

"I'm sorry! I-I shouldn't be do that. You get out from a l-long relationship and I kiss you. How dumb I am." Y/N apologies, cursing herself after.

Leah grabs her face between her hands and smashed their lips together. It took Y/N a second but she reacted and put her hands in Leah's waist. They kissed slowly but with passion and when they separated for due of air, Y/N leaned her forehead on Leah's right cheek since she can't reach her forehead.

"The next time that you insult yourself, I'll get angry." Leah whispered, pecking Y/N's nose. "And don't worry about my relationship okay? It's past and we moved on. She is happy and I want be happy." She admitted caressing with her thumbs Y/N's cheeks.

Y/N nods, kissing her cheek.

"I prefer you kiss me on another zone." Leah whispered, laughing hard when she saw Y/N red cheeks. "Not there, dirty mind. I referred to my lips." She clarified in a deep voice.

"I can do it." Y/N said smugly, putting a hand in her left cheek and kissing her lips. She heard how the blonde let out a muffled groan. They separated, opening their eyes and seeing how their gazes collided, smiling widely.

Leah let out a sigh, biting her lower lip. "I need to go... But I don't want go." She said, making a pout. Y/N giggles, pecking her pout.

"I need go too. It's a while I'm here..." Leah raised an eyebrow, asking silently why. "My teammates are teasing me." Y/N said, defeated.

The blonde laughs, moving her arms to her waist and intertwined her hands behind Y/N's back.

"If it help you. I'm get teasing too." Leah confess, shrugging her shoulders with a smile.

"Help a little." Y/N muttered, crossing her arms around her chest.

"Come on, I'll accompany you." The British said, taking off her arms around her waist and extending one at her.

Y/N puts her hand on hers and they walked to the elevator, pressing the button when they arrived. They enter and for their lucky was they two. So Leah turned Y/N and press her towards hers gently, smiling lovingly when they are face to face.

"We must seize the time..." Leah suggest, approaching Y/N's lips when this one nod slowly.

So they kissed again, separating only when they heard that elevator indicate about their arrival.

"We have reached your destination, my lady." Leah joked, showing her British accent. Y/N rolls her eyes while went away from the elevator, turning around watching Leah stayed inside of the elevator.

"You are an idiot." Y/N said playfully. Leah just gave her an innocent smile. "Good luck tomorrow." She said, waving with her hand and walking to the room where she share with Leila.

Leah get out from the elevator and run to Y/N, grabbing her wrist and turning her towards herself, smashing their lips.

"Thanks, Y/N. I wish it to you tomorrow too. Because I want to see you after the match, if that is okay with you." Leah comments, scratching her neck nervously. Y/N nods, biting her lip to hide a silly smile. "Good. Okay, see you tomorrow darling." The blonde said, pecking her lips and going to the elevator.

Y/N turned around when she saw that Leah disappear inside the elevator. She opened the door and get inside, closing the door. She walked and watch how Leila was on Y/N's bed, laying down scrolling on her phone.

"You have your bed. Why are you lying on mine?" Y/N asks, sighing.

"Because it's cool annoying you." Leila muttered, not looking at her. Y/N rolls her eyes, going to the bathroom. "Where were you?" The Catalan asked, curious.

Y/N blushed when she remembers the previous events. So shaking her head softly, she answers.

"I was with Nere, Amaiur, your girlfriend and Ona." Y/N said, skipping the part where she left and was with Leah.

"Yeah? Misa was here a while ago and mentioned that you left." Y/N blushed more when she heard Leila's confession.

She gets out from the bathroom, encountering with Leila raising an eyebrow, this time looking at her.

"I left because they are annoying." Y/N said, going to Leila's bed and sitting there, crossing her arms around her chest.

Leila let out a smug smirk. She blocked her phone and let it on the bed, sitting herself on Y/N's bed, sitting in front of her.

"Where were you?" The defender asked again.

For Y/N's luck, someone knocked at the door. The pair looked at the door at the same time.

"Saved by the bell." Leila muttered, looking back at her. Y/N stood up and walked to the door fastly, opening it.

"We are going to the dinning room, are you coming?" Mapi asks, to her side Lola.

"Definitely yes." Y/N mumbled. Mapi and Lola furrowed, not understanding. "Nothing." Y/N said. "Leila, it's Mapi and Lola asking to go with them to the dinning room. I'm going with them, you?" She asks loudly.

"I'm going too!" Leila yells.

Y/N come inside to grab her phone and come back outside with Lola and Mapi. Leila comes after a few minutes.

"I'm ready. Let's go." The dark haired girl said, closing the bedroom's door.

They walk to the dinning room while maintained a conversation. On the way Amaiur and Olga joined them, the Guipuzcoan went immediately towards Y/N and kissed her cheek, apologizing for what happened before.

"Why are you apologizing if you will do it again." Y/N said, teasing Amaiur.

"Because I felt bad. I don't want angry you and less going too far." The Real Sociedad player admitted, leaning her head on hers while she still have her arms around Y/N's neck.

They all arrived to the dinning room, going to the buffett.

"Well. What do you did before with my phone?" Y/N inquired, looking at her with a raised eyebrow.

Amaiur blushed. "I try call Leah, but I got shy about it." She admitted in a low voice.

Y/N snorted, putting food on her plate. "I just said to you, that if you don't participate with the teasing, maybe, just maybe, I could tell you what happened before." She said, smiling widely when she saw Amaiur's open mouth.

"What happened?" Amaiur asks excited, hitting Y/N's arms gently.

Y/N shrugged her shoulders and went to another part to grab more food. Amaiur whined, going after her with her plate that was empty.

"Come on, Y/N/N. What happened?" She begged behind her.

Y/N turned to look at her and let out a sigh, shaking her head. "Another day." She said, going to sit down to a table.

"Why is Amaiur pouting?" Marta asks when Y/N sat down.

"Because I have left her wanting to know something." Y/N hummed, laughing softly when she turned around and Amaiur was still stood there pouting while she puts food on her plate.

"What thing?" Irene asks this time, curious.

Y/N gave them the respond that she gave Amaiur, shrug.

The midfielder rolled her eyes with a smile.

"It's about Leah." The blonde point out quickly.

Y/N choked on her food when her teammate said that. Mapi was going to sit when happened it, so she patted Y/N's back.

"Are you okay?" The defender asks worried.

After a moment Y/N nods, letting Mapi know that she was better. Irene and Marta laugh, smug smiles staying on their faces.

"What I have missed?" Mapi asks, confused and with intentions to participate to annoy her.

"Y/N talked with Leah. Or they have seen each other." Irene said, trying to guess. And hitting.

Mapi turned to look at her, seeing Y/N's red cheeks. The blonde giggles like a child, pinching her cheeks.

"Aww. Have you seen your future girlfriend?" The Aragonese asks mockingly.

The young player pushed Mapi's hand away, scowling.

"Leave me alone." Y/N muttered, sipping from her glass of water.

Ona approached the table running, a smirk playing on her lips.

"I found something." She said at them but her look remained on Y/N.

Y/N frown. "What?" She asks, knowing very well that it's something related at her.

"The England squad are staying here." The Catalan shared the news with them.

Gasps escaped from their mouths. It's not a big deal, but this time it is because Leah form part of the England's team. So Y/N blushed more knowing that soon or later they will found out about her encounter with Leah.

"What happened?" Alexia asks coming to the table when she saw a stir.

"Leah Williamson is staying on this hotel." Marta comments, earning some attention from anothers players.

Alexia turned to look at her, copying Ona's smirk and adding an eyebrow movement. Y/N grunted, already annoyed.

"It's your time to confess." Ona hummed, walking to where Y/N is sitting and putting both hands on their shoulders, squeezing it.

"Amaiur! Come here, this interests you." Mapi called her.

"What?" The Guipuzcoan asks behind Y/N, putting herself next to Ona, who still have her hands on Y/N's shoulders.

"Tell her, Ona." The Aragonese ordered.

"Leah is staying on this hotel." The young Catalan informed her.

"Oh my god! That was?" Amaiur puts her plate on top of the table and looked at Y/N, with an exciting face.

And just like her luck was on Y/N's part, the national team walk in front of them, earning the attention from Y/N's teammates.

Mapi made an little dance on her chair, clapping and looking at Y/N. And this one can not more red. She wants disappear right now.

"Hey, how are you all?" Y/N raised her head and watch how Lucy Bronze approached their table, greeting at Alexia who was standing up.

"Hi, fine. It's good see another national team here." Alexia comments, clearly with double intentions.

Lucy chuckles, waving with her hand the entire table. Ona removed her hands from her shoulders and went to greet the British, since just like Y/N, they have played in the same league. The defenders had a little conversation and then Ona asked her:

"Where is Leah? I want greet her too." She said innocently, flashing at Y/N an innocent smile.

The new Barça player smiled too, her gaze falling on Y/N.

"One second." She said, going where the blonde were and coming again to their table with Leah behind her back. "Here she is." Lucy said, putting her hands in her pants pocket.

"Who called me?" The blonde asks looking at them, when her gaze fell on Y/N, she let out an involuntary smile.

"Y/N." All of them said at the unison. Lucy bite her lip, trying hard to not laugh, but a small smile was painting on her lips. Instead, Leah crossed her arms about her chest, smirking smugly.

"That's truth?" The gunner asks, leaning her head to aside.

"No, but all of them can't be quiet. So I'm done, have a nice dinner." Y/N stood up, going from there.

She was mad with her teammates. Why could they let her alone? It's too much ask? And then realized that yes, it was too much to ask. Y/N walks to the exit, right now her red cheeks was for another reason and emotion.

"Wait!" Leah's exclaimed, grabbing for second time that day her wrist. "I'm sorry, I just wanted to see how you blushed, I miss it." She admitted timidly, biting her lip.

"Leah. I don't know how you handle with the teasing, but I can't anymore. Pass that they did it everyday, pass that they assumed that I have a crush on you even if I didn't tell it. But I don't pass that they tease me in front of you!" Y/N explotes in front of the all room, not caring if they all listen her.

The blonde stayed quiet, but she moved the hand that she have on her wrist and move it slowly towards Y/N's hand, squeezing it when she fully have her hand.

"Everybody!" Leah yells, calling their attention. "I want all of you know that today, Y/N and I kissed, and I'm hoping to kiss her every day. So please, stop to tease her. Just give us this month and if we start dating, that I hope that occur, you all can tease us because it could be two and not one to handle all of you!" The blonde said all of it looking at Y/N, her gaze full of adoration.

The big room turned silence until someone (Patri) started chant kiss, kiss, kiss, until everyone began to follow her.

Y/N grabs Leah's face and smashed their lips, making their teammates cheer towards them.

"That's my girl!" Y/N heard how Ona said it.

The kiss was a simple innocent kiss, not sharing too much pda in front of their teammates. So they separated, smiling to each other.

"Williamson! You hurt her and you need deal with all of us, you hear me?" Alexia exclaims, warning Leah.

"I agree!" Amaiur exclaims too.

Y/N rolls her eyes and moving her gaze to look at them. "All this time saying I have to confess how I feel to Leah and now you're threatening her? No one understand you." She said, muttering the last part. Some of them laugh, and Alexia just shrugged her shoulders, smiling with a little blush on her cheeks for the attention.

"I'm the captain of this ship!" The Guipuzcoan exclaimed. Soon a lot of them, from both the other team and Leah's, they began to argue about who was the captain.

Leah snorted, looking back at Y/N. "Ours teammates are dummies." Y/N nods with her head, agreeing with her. "Also... you watched the video?"

"Not you too." Y/N whined, closing her eyes.

#woso #woso x reader #woso imagine #leah williamson #leah williamson x reader #leah williamson imagine

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kaeya-kya · 1 year

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Firestorm

Summary-Jett and phoenix are hanging out with their friends In Paris but Jett felt different regarding her best friend, Phoenix. She felt... nervous, like butterflies in her stomach. Jett found herself staring in to phoenix's honey yellow eyes, the fiery color at he tips of his hair, his plump dark lips that would look perfect on hers. Wait she couldn't possibly be thinking of kissing her BEST-FRIEND, colleague and possibly crush? Could she?

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Jett's POV

"Phoenix! Are you ready? The others are waiting," I nocked on his door whilst screamed at my friend who always seems to be late, its usually fine but this hangout was at a REALLY fancy French restaurant that was picked by Chamber. Its really exclusive we had to wait months to even get a reservation which means we can't be late, unless we want to wait another year to get a new reservation. Plus everyone in the VP will be there, it would be nice having everyone in the same place that isn't home.

My train of thought was quickly interrupted by Phoenix' door opening and him stepping out in gold chains draped over a plain black turtle neck paired with matching black dress pants, his hair carefully positioned out his face. "Did it really take you two hours to pick such a simple outfit?" I questioned the tall man standing Infront of me, raising an eyebrow. "HEY! It takes time to look this good mate," Phoenix says in his adorable British accent that some how was more formal then usual, "but in all seriousness you look beautiful Sunwoo."

I felt hot blood rush to my face, due to the sudden words, turning me as red as my tight fitting scarlet dress that I borrowed from Viper. I didn't know why I was blushing so much was it just the complement? Or maybe the usage of my real name, I mean he always complements me but he my never uses my real name. I shook myself out of my thoughts frantically turning my face away from the fire user stuttering a quick, "YEA YOU LOOK GOOD TOO!" hoping he didn't see the how flustered I am, but of course he did. I mean he isn't blind or stupid.

He let out a slight chuckle, Phoenix muttered just loud enough to let me hear, "You know your adorable," before grabbing my hand and and dragging me to the others, which made me melt either out of embarrassment or being flustered. "About time Phoenix, come on we have to get going, "Our French agent said getting on the Vulture, then turning to me "Jett mademoiselle, why are you so red, Est-ce que ça va? Do you need some water, or medicine?" "I'm fine," I respond covering my face with my hand, still over thinking phoenix's words.

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Shortly after landing we had we had a few hours to explore. "Hey Chamber, since we have a few hours to kill, are there any good sight seeing things near by? OH maybe we can visit the Eifel Tower, we are in Paris after all," Neon pestered Chamber, Chamber simply nodded.

I was too busy talking to Raze to care about what Neon said. "Jett you know what they say about Paris, right?" Raze nudged at my shoulder. "No, what do they say?" I cluelessly respond to my close friend . "Its the city of loveee and romance," Raze said winking and exaggerating the end of the word 'love'. "So? What does that have to do with anything?" I ask still absolutely oblivious what she has figured out. "Aw come on sister, I'm not dumb, I saw how you stared at phoenix the whole plane ride here, and how you keep looking away from me to glance over at him, not to mention how red you were whilst holding his hand before we got on the plane," the explosives expert remarks. "I WAS NOT!" I yelled getting the attention of most of the protocol including Phoenix, "sorry," I say directed to no one in particular, Turning my head back to Raze and this time whispering, "I haven't been staring at him, I wasn't red and I certainly don't like him! I mean what's to like? His annoying British accent? His pretty yellow eyes? His precious smile? His laugh that can break any kind of tension? How his shirt perfectly clings to his chiseled che- Oh Shit I like him."

"Mhm, I thought you were the agent that was suppose to think fast, how did you not realize that you like him, and how did you not realize he likes you? he makes it so obvious yo the point its painful," Raze groaned. "For your information he doesn't likes me any ways so it doesn't even matter," I explain to Raze rolling her eyes before hearing Neon scream at everyone wanting to get pictures in front of the Eifel Tower and of course everyone got distracted and started taking pictures Cypher being the camara man. First a group pic with every one, then friend groups and couples. First Skye and Yoru then Sage and Sova and last was Killjoy and Raze.

I started to walk away thinking we're done with pictures that is before Phoenix pulled me in from my waist for one last picture, just him and me. He pulled me onto his torso and Cypher snaped a picture, he then ran over to Cypher to see how it looked, leaving me a blushing, melting mess on the spikey, green grass. Raze and Killjoy walked towards me Raze' arm around Killjoy's neck, "What was that about him not liking you?" Raze mocked, Killjoy helping me up from the ground giggling. "That doesn't mean he likes me Raze!" I stated dusted myself off. The couple looking at each other then back at me, "du bist ahnungslos," Killjoy muttered in German knowing I wouldn't know what she said.

"nous devons partir," Chamber called out, we all looked at each other confused, "we have to go! Or we're going to be late," he translates.

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Authors note-I wrote all of this in one night It probably doesn't make much sense but I was deprived of Firestorm content so this was my only option after remembering I cant draw. But I hope you enjoyed it none the lest <3 (if your looking for a word count the chapter was 1001 words)

If you want a chapter 2 look at my Wattpad @kya_ry ill also try to put it on AO3

#valorant jett #valorant phoenix #firestorm #jettnix #jettix

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maddipoof · 11 months

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Chapter 8

This one....is a doozy, It's Robin and Eddie's graduation party!! YAAAYYY!!!! Ummm, Warnings are that Robin's dad is hot, everyone has a crush on him and he's her british step dad. Then also it's y/n's first time meeting Steve's parent's for real, so drinking, smoking, language as always, and also meat and Robin's non-binary cousin that uses they/them (not a warning, I just don't want anyone to get confused while reading) WC: 6.9k

Hawkins High's class of '86's graduation ceremony was kept rather short and sweet.

Short because there were so few graduates left in town; sweet because they were able to make it more personable to those left. Nancy made a speech about how everyone made so many memories at Hawkins High, "some good, some bad" and she glanced at Steve then cleared her throat. Robin and Eddie rolled their eyes, the kids kept their thoughts to themselves. Except Mike, who couldn't hold back a scoff that was way too loud for such a small audience of only around 200, including parents, grandparents, extended family and friends. Steve only gave y/n's hand that was resting on his knee a squeeze. "We've come so far from the kids we once were and now we're facing this new chapter of our lives, but we'll always have this to look back on." With the way the seating chart panned out, Eddie was right behind Robin so he leaned over her shoulder and whispered "I'd really rather not." She dipped her head to stifle her snort but only laughed harder when her cap fell off. Nancy saw the whole thing but carried on as usual, "Go Tigers!"

Robin was the tenth person called but still got the loudest cheers so far. She nearly tripped on the way up when the rubber sole on the toe of her Mary-Jane stuck to the laminate floor for half a second. Only Eddie noticed and snickered behind her while she not-so discreetly gave him the finger behind her back. She took her diploma and shook hands with the administrators, then hugged her drama teacher and made her way back to her seat. 11 letters later, it was finally Eddie Munson's time to shine. The whole group knew his plan so they kept clapping and cheering when he haughtily shook every hand. Except when he got to the teachers who were always harder on him than the other kids, and he just held up both middle fingers while still holding his diploma. He walked backwards until he spun around and ran down the stairs and out the door with his gown billowing behind him. The principal just shook his head and his muttered whispers of ‘took him long enough,’ were lightly picked up by the mic. The whole time Wayne and all of Hellfire club were giving a standing ovation in their matching shirts.

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The party was held in the Buckley's backyard. Mike, Will and El had to go to Nancy and Jonathan's party so they only hugged Robin and Eddie at the end of the ceremony then left with their families. Joyce gave them both big hugs and Hopper shook their hands and said some variation of "Great job, kid."

It was wall to wall Buckleys, well more like treeline to treeline, but you get the idea. Her mom has 5 siblings and she has a lot of great aunts and uncles. And by extension, a fuck ton of cousins. The younger ones zipped through the yard while her parents dragged her to say hello to everyone "Thank you for coming. How's (Sam) Sam doing, haven't seen him in a while." Her mom would tell her the names of children, spouses, etc. through clenched teeth then pull her on to the next guest.

"I think this has got to be a fire hazard." y/n said while her eyes scanned the vast backyard filled with people and food and folding tables.

"What? The number of people or that very unpromising grill situation over there?" There were at least 5 men, all armed with tongs, arguing over times and temperatures and y/n was sure she saw one actually threaten the other over the mention of a well done steak.

"She obviously means how hot Robin's stepdad is." Eddie scoffed at Steve's question then puffed the wind knocked out of him by Steve's elbow. "What?! It's true, look at him! I'd go to college just for that. I wouldn't, obviously but, I mean, that is a gorgeous man." He wasn't wrong. Mr. Buckley was hot, like hot hot. And the fact that he didn't know it, or at least acted like he didn't, just added to the allure. "And that accent, oh my god, strike me down."

"I'm honestly about to." Steve looked at Eddie with a stern expression but he only returned with his signature lopsided grin.

"Why, jealous big boy?" Steve looked like he was either about to punch or kiss Eddie, these days, who can tell. Either way, y/n got between them and pulled them inside by their arms before he got the chance.

"You are both ridiculous." Once they got to a tighter hallway she dropped their arms but they still followed her lead out the front door. "But so very right."

"What!?"

"See Harrington! She gets it."

"How could you not? He's fuckin gorgeous, and an English lit professor, and a total feminist, and oh my god, I slept over like a week ago or somethin' like that and then we were talking about the queer themes of Emily Dickinson's poems and then he just recited "Wild Nights" and his voice ugh I thought I was gonna melt. Didn't last though because Robin yelled at me." She opened the back door and reached across Eloise's car seat to get the purple holographic gift bag. She was up on her toes and had one foot popped in the air to lean in.

"You gonna leave me for Robin's stepdad now?" Steve crossed his arms and gave his best Jake Ryan-style smolder with a short laugh.

"Are you?" She turned around with a cocked eyebrow and the bag hanging off one finger.

"Touche." He smiled at the ground to hide the very very faint blush.

"Oooh, Robin's taught you well. Excellent travail, mon chéri."

"Enough of that you bilingual bastards, gimme that." Eddie took his graduation present and dug through the tissue paper to pull out a tall obsidian tower, a blue tiger's eye, and a rose quartz necklace. He kept going through to find some cassettes they knew he didn't have yet because they made sure to look through all of his shelves and every compartment of his car.

"This thing is very metal." He held up the Obsidian to watch it shine in the sunlight.

"Thank you."

"It took me forever to finally find a good store so expect more, and I'll probably make you come with me because I'll need your van to get that massive amethyst."

"It won't fit in the truck?" Eddie was surprised a crystal could even be that big.

"I don't want it to get banged up, when it's in the van it'll at least be indoors."

"The thing’s massive, dude. The vibes are gonna be so lifted, or whatever that one's meant for. I still don't really get it, but if you guys like it..."

"It's for balance, tranquility, stuff like that." She explained.

"When do you need to get it?"

"Just whenever but I was hoping to get it next week?"

"Great, we'll make a day of it."

"Perfect!" She threw her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek. "Now, let's get back to the party."

She started walking away but Steve and Eddie just stood there staring at each other. Eddie winked at him and Steve half laughed-half scoffed before closing the few paces between him and y/n and catching her by the hand.

"Hmmm, possessive much?" She giggled.

"I don't know what you're talking about." He brought the back of her hand up to his lips.

"Hmmm. We should probably try to save Wayne from Mr. Buckley introducing him to everyone. Or at least Robin from her cousins." She gave him a quick kiss and squeezed his hand before going back out to the yard.

Even though it was light, only lasted a nanosecond, and they'd been together for 2 months now, spending practically every minute together; it still felt like that time Robin made him try buzzing lip balm. He licked his lips and flexed his hands in a vain attempt to do something about the fizzy feeling that washed over every place she touched, every time.

***

Robin's stepdad, Tom, was pulling Wayne Munson all around his backyard. He had a natural talent for getting people out of their shells, he jokes it's because he worked for a seafood restaurant with rather pretentious clientele in grad school. He and Steve got along because they both always found something interesting about people, always something to talk about or in common. That's why Tom could carry a conversation with the most arrogant of professors just as easily as he could with his very rural brothers-in-law. And why Steve could do the same with the other members of Hellfire and Corroded Coffin, and his parents' business friends.

"Pat, lovely seeing you, this is Mr. Munson. His nephew is one of Robin's friends, they graduated together." Tom held one of Wayne's shoulders while he introduced him to one of Robin's uncles.

"Wayne, hi." He shook the other man's hand.

"Pat Buckley. Munson? Your boy Eddie Munson?"

"Uh yeah."

"Good thing the Chief got that kid's name cleared. Didn't believe it for a second, all because a' some game? My dau- sorry, my kid plays it all the time. Sure, I don't get it but it makes 'em happy. Who am I to say no?" They sat on the folding chairs and talked about their kids' affinity for such a strange game, the rapidly declining quality of their shared cigarette brand, and the different burning qualities of different types of wood. And other common middle aged man topics of conversation.

***

By the end of the night y/n, Steve, and Robin were certain Eddie had flirted with each and every cousin of hers over the age of 18. Finally he landed on Mars.

They had a lot in common with him. He was drawn in by their style and tattoos, one of which was a D20, which only sealed the deal.

"Introduce me," He whispered to Robin who was talking with her aunt about studying abroad.

"What? To who?" She craned her neck to the side to look at him. He nodded his head back to the person being swallowed whole by their flannel and black hair curling 3/4 of the way down their back with the under half dark blue. "Oh! Mars? Yeah they're cool. You'll like them."

"Mars!" Robin walked over and Eddie followed. Mars set down the can of hard cider next to their doc Martens.

"Hey, Rob! How's it goin'?" Their voice had a certain grate to it that Eddie found wildly attractive.

"It's going, how're you?"

"I've been alright, but you remember that guy, the one with that god awful band?"

"Riley?"

"Yeah, well you remember how I said how I thought it was going well? Mhm, yeah turns out he was just waiting for me to 'grow out of'." They gestured up and down their body. "Soooo he had to go."

"Oh I'm sorry, if it's any consolation I always thought his band was shit. And he sucks at guitar, no offense."

"None taken, he was never very good with his hands anyway. Now I'm just looking for cheap beer, a little less cheap weed, and an even cheaper rebound." They punctuated with another swig of cider.

Eddie stepped forward from beside Robin and held out his hand, palm up. "Eddie Munson, lovely to meet you."

"Mars Buckley, enchanté." They slipped their hand into his and he bowed down to place a kiss to the back of it, never breaking eye contact. Robin only backed away before it became too much.

When Eddie stood back up he pulled their arm closer to him. "I noticed your tattoos, the patch work suits you. But this is quite beautiful." He meant the landscape swirling around their right forearm.

"The Shire, and the sun's a D20, see?"

"Metal." They pulled his arm forward to look at his puppet master tattoo.

"Did you get this before, or after the song came out?"

"Before, looong before. I was like 16 when I got it."

"Metal."

"Very."

"I love Robin to death but obviously she's too absorbed with everyone else for our poor souls at the moment, so d'you wanna get out of here, we could get on my bike and be back by the time all the kids leave and before anyone notices we're gone."

"I would love to."

***

"Hey, uh any of you kids seen Eddie 'round here?" Wayne asked as Steve and y/n were passing by.

"I think I saw him leave with one of Robin's cousins. Huge flannel, long black hair," y/n offered.

"That'd be Mars, my kid, they get a little overwhelmed at these kinda things. Probably just went out for some air. They should be back soon." Pat added.

"Steve, y/n," Robin called, running over to them. "You guys need anything? No! Good, great. My mom says I'm not hostessing enough but like why should I have to host when I'm supposed to be the guest of honor. Anyway, you gotta help me. In about 5 minutes I'm about to be inundated with aunts asking where my boyfriend is. Even though most of them are pretty progressive, there's still a few outliers who still don't get that I'm not the gay cousin because there's literally 6 of us. That we know of! Like aunt Rosie thought Mars was just really into mythology and not really into mythology, if ya catch my drift. So please, just help me out here."

"How?"

"I don't know, hide me."

"Just sit with us Rob, they won't bother us if we just ignore them." Pat said and slid down the picnic bench to offer her a seat.

"What about you guys?" She looked up at y/n and Steve.

"I mean, I was gonna go talk to Tom for a little bit. Feels like I haven't seen him all day." Y/n spun on her heel but Steve caught her arm and spun her back around and she had a big smile with the tip of her tongue on her canine.

"She means we're gonna go."

"I hate you dinguses!"

Steve kept walking but y/n spun around and blew her a big kiss. "Love you too, Rob. Fly high my friend."

"She's so weird." Robin shook her head.

"No weirder than Eddie," Wayne said.

"That's true."

***

"Are you sure you don't need anymore help with anything Mrs. Buckley? I'd be- We'd be more than happy to stay."

"No, Steve, really go enjoy your night. And, thank you for coming." She put a hand on his arm and gave him a soft smile that he sweetly returned.

"Thank you for having me."

"Thank you, Mrs. Buckley. See you Thursday, was it?" Y/n hugged her goodbye.

"Yes, thank you for coming and I'm sure Robin will love the fresh perspective. See you then."

Steve cocked an eyebrow. "Book club, Emily Dickinson," she explained.

"You have to stop stealing all our friends' parents."

"Never!" She skipped out the door to his car. He took his time, in no rush to get home. He pulled the keys from his back pocket and unlocked the door for her.

Five minutes into the drive and Steve nervously tapping on the wheel, he finally spoke up. "Y'know, we don't have to go if you don't want to."

"No, I want to. Unless you don't then we definitely don't have to and we can just tell them I'm sick and do it another time."

"They want to do it tonight because they're leaving again Sunday."

"Then we'll do it tonight and it'll be fine." He reached down to shift gears and she caught his hand before he could bring it back to the wheel. She pressed a kiss to the back of it and mumbled, "We'll be ok, I'll be right there and if it goes terrible, well then they're leaving Sunday anyway so it doesn't really matter."

"Are you sure?"

"I am if you are. I just need to change first."

"Why? You look good."

"Thank you. But, I look good for a graduation party, not for meeting my boyfriend's parents for the first 'official' time at one of the nicest restaurants for like a five town radius."

"You've met them before, it's not like it's the first time you're meeting them," but he still took the turn leading to her house rather than the restaurant, which didn't go unnoticed by her.

"Well that was only for like five seconds and your dad basically called me a slut, and made you cry, which I didn't love, at all. On your birthday no less. So here's their chance to make up for it."

"If it's their turn to make up for it, why are you so nervous?" He kept stealing glances at her rather than the road.

"Because! I don't know. They're your parents. How could I not be nervous?"

"And you're only the second girlfriend of mine they've ever met. First, like, adult one."

"Why are you telling me this!?" She buried her face in her free hand.

"Would you rather I tell you what you could probably expect?"

"Yes, very much."

"Alright, well, my dad is easy. He's probably gonna think we're some passing fling, even though I don't think that at all," he said intensely while looking into her eyes.

"I know, watch the road," she pushed his shoulder so he'd turn his focus back.

"So he's gonna be real quiet and pretend to be uninterested, but really he's gonna care because...Image. But he can't really not like you because you work crazy hard and you're super smart. So he's probably just gonna think you're too good for me, which you are, but if they see how serious we are, he'll start asking more questions."

"Like?"

"What do you do, who's your family, what do you read, even though he's never even touched a book in his goddamn life."

"That's manageable. What about your mom."

"Hmmm, well," his voice trailed up and he scratched the back of his neck. "She's a little more difficult. See, where my dad thinks a- a fuckin' rock is too good for me, she still has some misplaced hope in me and thinks no one could ever be good enough for me. But she like, disguises it and she'll pretend to be really nice and actually care but really she just wants me to have some 'happy little family' with one of her friends' kids, and end up just like them. They fuckin' hate each other, you can see it in their faces, I don't think they've ever loved each other. And if they have it hasn't been for a long time." She reached back over and put a hand on his thigh.

"You're not like them, though. You're so...exponentially better."

He hummed in response, "I probably freaked you out with that, huh?"

"No, I mean with your mom trying to secretly sabotage us or whatever before we've had a real conversation, yeah. But the rest, no."

"Not sabotage but…uh yeah kind of. And she like, always, always, finds a way to make something about herself. I'm not really sure when it started, and it could have just always been there, but I first noticed it 'round the same time I noticed my dad never paying attention to her." He finally looked up from their interlaced fingers and at the small clock. "Oh shit, we should hurry. Reservation's at 8."

They rushed into the house and she pulled out three options from her closet. "Which one says 'I'm very serious about dating your son, please don't be mean to me?'"

"I think the blue one," he sat on the edge of her bed while she let him pick an outfit and carefully retouched her eyeliner and mascara.

"You sure?" she said around her lip liner.

"Should I not be?" He asked, worried he picked the wrong one.

"No, not at all. I just want to be sure you really like this one." She held it up against herself.

"Yeah, I like this one."

"Ok, I'll be right back." She'd already shed her shirt before she got to the bathroom.

***

Steve got the door for her and held her purse while she got their jackets, a chill still nipping through the mid May night. He took her hand as they made their way across the parking lot. He held the door open and she stepped inside, taking her purse as she did. Steve flashed his usual friendly smile at the hostess who returned one in kind. The Harringtons were regulars and she always dreaded when they brought Steve because he always looked so...defeated by the end. She was happy he finally walked in with a real smile and a real date.

"Uh, we have reservations I think, Harrington? They might already be here."

"Mhm, you're a few minutes early but right this way, please." She nodded at the clipboard on the stand and led them to their table. Steve stepped aside to give y/n the corner seat and he took the one next to her.

"They're not gonna be mad I took the good seat?" she looked up at him with wide eyes while he put his jacket on the back of his chair.

"They won't get mad at you. You've gotta relax, babe. Worst case, they don't like you, which probably won't happen, but even if it does it doesn't matter 'cause I love you." He pressed a kiss to her temple before straightening out and laying his napkin over one thigh. Then, he set a hand on her leg that wouldn't stop bouncing.

"Oh, Steve, hello." His mom cooed and they both stood up to greet them. Steve kissed his mom's cheek and shook his dad's hand.

"Hi, dad."

"Steve, care to introduce us to your guest."

"Uh yeah, uh mom, dad, this is my girlfriend y/n."

"Hi, lovely to meet you, for real this time, Mr. and Mrs. Harrington."

"Oh don't worry yourself with that sweetie, Sharon and John is fine."

"Ok, Sharon, John." She shook both of their hands and Mr. Harrington held on to hers.

"I'd um, like to apologize…for my behavior when we last met. I'd just gotten some terrible news that tripled the work I had to do, I hope you can understand."

"Completely." She smiled as best she could even though she was seething inside. How can he blame his own actions like that on a ‘hard day's work?’ He squeezed her hand before they all sat down. Y/n tried to hide wiping her hand on her napkin, it wasn't out of spite or disgust, just sensory issues. And maybe a little spite. Just a little.

A tall, skinny waitress with her hair in a messy bun she'd probably describe as French (but really the French-est thing she's ever done is pronounce Illinois with nwa instead of noy.) She had her overgrown bangs clipped back with rhinestoned barrettes.

Y/n recognized her from school, one of those girls who thought they were special because they had the nicest shoes or tightest dresses at every dance. Y/n would joke that you'd think with all the money they were always bragging about, they might be able to afford a little more than a postage stamp for a dress. And now here she was, taking their orders.

"Good evening, my name is Angelina. I'll be your server tonight, would you like to start with anything to drink besides water?" She looked around the table and half her smile faltered when she looked at y/n but it snapped right back when she looked at Steve.

"I think we'll start with a bottle for the table. What's your finest red?" Mr. Harrington looked up at Angelina and noticed y/n wince out of the corner of his eye. Mrs. Harrington saw it too.

"Something wrong dear?" she asked with fake sincerity.

"Hm? Oh, no I just um I-" She started to crack under their expectant stares.

"She doesn't drink red." Steve reached back down for her hand under the table.

"Really?" Mrs. Harrington's eyes got impossibly large.

"Yeah, just never liked it," the quietest she's been all night.

"You're too young to know what you like. Your finest bordeaux, thank you."

"Anything else? In case you don't like the red?" Angelina and y/n exchanged sympathetic looks.

"Surprise me." Y/n knew she knew what she liked. Neither of their tastes having changed in the last few years.

"Alright, I'll put that right in for you." She smiled and turned but not before giving y/n a quick thumbs up.

They talked about the weather or whatever it is entitled white men want to talk to their son's girlfriend about, until Angelina returned with the wine and a French 75 for y/n.

"Thank you, you're a dream," y/n said as she took the drink from her.

Once the appetizers had been ordered, then the real fun began.

"So, y/n, tell us about your family." Mrs. Harrington asked.

"Oh, well, my mom was an artist but now she's retired and she only does it for fun, not really taking commissions anymore. Unless it's for someone really special. And my sister is getting her degree to be a doctor of Pharmacy. I don't entirely know what my brother-in-law does but he seems to like it and he still has a lot of time for my niece."

"Oh how sweet, how old is she?"

"She'll be 4 in August."

"And how old's your sister?"

Ohhh there it is, the million dollar question. Y/n took a sip a little longer than she should have before she answered. "Old enough to have a four year old, a husband and at least one degree. I forgot to keep track."

They all laughed as she dreaded the impending doom of their next question. For people who pride themselves on being "socialites" they always lack decorum around these kinds of things. Something she's often noticed at too many prep school functions.

"And how about your father?" Of course, Mr. Harrington had to ask.

"What about it?"

"You never mentioned him."

"There's no one to mention. The best way I could explain it is my mom just wanted to do it on her own so she had me and my sister, on her own."

"Hm, a driven woman."

"Mmm very." She held her wine glass for Steve to fill. She took a sip and made a slight grimace but swallowed anyway.

"And what do you do for work?" Mrs. Harrington looked like she was trying to see into y/n's skull. Y/n looked right back with a sudden surge of confidence, finally realizing that it doesn't matter what they think Steve would still feel the same and so would she.

"I'm a hairdresser, and whenever I'm not doing that I'm basically a nanny for my niece or ASL interpreter. I just do whatever needs doing."

"What's ASL?" of course, John doesn't know.

"American Sign Language." Both John and Sharon nodded along. "I learned because my brother-in-law's family has a history of genetic hearing loss, so there was a chance of that being passed on to my niece and also just so I could talk to them anyway."

"That's so kind of you. Isn't that so kind John?"

"Very, -" He went to say something else, definitely something rude, but Angelina popped around the corner.

"Are you all ready to order?"

"Yes, I think so," John, self-proclaimed ringleader, "I'll have the beef bourguignon," y/n had to fake choke on her drink to cover her laugh at his abysmal pronunciation and Angelina pretended there was a tickle in her throat. "Hm, and she'll be having the cock oh vine."

"The coq au vin, excellent."

"John, I never get the coq oh vine here. I always get the soup."

"No, you always get it." Y/n saw Steve close his eyes and rub the contour of where his nose and brow bone meet while taking a long drink. She set her hand back on his thigh and brushed her thumb back and forth.

"And for you two?"

"I'll have the filet mignon with truffle butter please, thank you." They smiled at each other as she handed back the menu.

"Veal parmesan, please. Thank you."

"Thank you." She winked at y/n with a slight nod to the other side of the room before walking away.

Y/n waited a few more minutes for a lull in conversation to excuse herself.

Angelina stood waiting for her just outside the restroom. She rolled herself off the wall and pushed the door in with her shoulder. "So, how's dinner with the Harrington's?"

"Shouldn't how much I've drunk answer that for you?"

"That bad huh?"

"They're so condescending, to me, to you, to Steve."

"If it's any consolation I think that's the happiest I've ever seen that kid at one of these dinners."

"Really?"

"Mhm, and if it's any more of a consolation I charged him way more than I should have for that god awful wine."

"It's horrible!"

"It's inedible! So many tannins. One glass and I had such a headache."

Once their laughter died down Angelina spoke up again. "I'm sorry."

"Don't- we don't have to do this right now. We don't have to do this at all." Y/n sounded like she was going to leave but when Angelina pulled out the cigarettes from her apron pocket and stood on top of the toilet in the last stall to open the window.

"Come on, there's perfume in the cabinet," She reached up behind the window to pull out a lighter. "We do this all the time. And if we share it won't be you stealing from me because Mr. Harrington tips enough to buy one."

"One pack?"

"One cigarette. C'mon, up ya go." Y/n hung her purse on the door and Angelina held the cigarette to her lips. She pulled in a puff then blew it out and inhaled through her nose.

"You're so French for a girl from Indiana."

"I actually spent a year and a half in France."

"Really?"

"Mhm, but then after my heart got broken as well as his nose, I came back. That, and I missed my mom too much."

"Well haven't you had fun?"

"And you haven't?"

"Well I didn't go to college but I made as much as it would have cost to go off of other people's essays, then I was like well I gotta do something. So now I cut old ladies' hair and nanny my niece, really really livin' it up."

"But you got a really hot boyfriend."

"I really do, but his parents scare me a little."

"Enough to scare you away?"

"No."

"Good."

The hostess burst through the door and Angelina was about to slam down the window when she asked "Angie, help! Emergency!"

"What?"

"Oh thank God we have to wear black." She locked the door to the other stall.

"Either of you have...anything?"

"Aren't there any in the cabinet?"

"You know they don't do shit. Please?"

"I have a tampon?" Y/n offered with the cigarette hanging out the corner of her mouth, no longer caring if the smell got stuck to her hair or if they kept wondering where she was. She dug through her small purse to find it. "Do you need anything else?"

"I don't think so. Thank you so much. You're a literal angel. You two friends?" They all just ignored the awkward situation of talking through the bathroom door.

"In a strange sense, a little but I was trying to apologize but she wouldn't let me."

"Oh this is that girl! Hi That Girl, I'm Meg. I think I graduated a few years before you."

"Hi, I'm y/n. Oh yes, you did! You were my buddy in first grade! And you know about all that?"

"Oh hoho, I know all about all that. Angie really did a number on you didn't she? Broke your heart, stomp on it, the cherry on top being that it was all a lie?"

"Yep, these are all things that did happen and left me with issues that persist to this day. Thank you for reminding me."

"You're very welcome."

"Please, let me apologize." Angelina took the cigarette right out from y/n's lips.

"I don't want you to. I just want to forget it."

"I think you should let her, y/n. She hasn't shut up since you walked in here."

Y/n turned back to her and gestured for her to go ahead.

"I thought I knew what I wanted but I didn't and I should have been honest about how I felt from the beginning and I should have been a better friend and never a girlfriend. I don't want to blame it on being a dumb kid or a mistake because it wasn't, I should have known better and I did know better. I just wanted you to know that I've grown and I'm not that person anymore and I'll never be them again."

Y/n took a second to absorb her words before she huffed out a little laugh. "How long have you had that planned?"

"4 years."

"If you let me do one thing I'll forgive you."

"Whatever you want."

"Let me shotgun off you one last time." Angelina didn't even take a second to consider it before she took a long drag and stepped up to y/n and held her jaw. She blew it into her mouth and just when the last traces flew up from y/n's lips the door opened at the same time Meg stepped out with one very bloody hand raised so she wouldn't touch anything.

All three of them looked like deer in headlights at Mrs. Harrington. "I just wanted to make sure you were ok, y/n."

"Oh yes, I'm fine I was just catching up with some friends from school."

"Good to hear, the food should be out soon, let's go."

Meg and Angelina tried not to laugh, knowing that she very well had not even gotten the order back to the kitchen. "Oh y/n wait! You still like it medium?"

"Medium, medium rare. And could I get another 75 please? Thank you."

She followed Sharon back to their table like a scolded toddler with really good acting chops at pretending to feel bad. She ran back to get her purse but Meg was already holding it out for her on one finger of her no longer bloody hand.

"Sorry, I was talking with some friends from high school, we got distracted." She hung her purse back over her chair and fixed her hair. Steve reached over and fixed her necklace since the clasp moved down to the ruby. He left his hand at the back of her neck and played with her hair.

"We were worried for you. You could have been sick."

"Nope, just distracted." Steve made a small motion alluding to smoking to which she nodded subtly. Sharon hummed, probably in disapproval. "We got carried away in conversation is all."

"Well, good thing you're back now and you missed that man's horrid order. Anything over medium is a travesty to steak."

"I know!" In her head y/n added 'finally, something we agree on,' "Every time I hear someone order that a part of me wants to go into the kitchen and ask the chef just to not make it."

"Exactly, if you can't understand that it cooks out all the flavor, you don't deserve a good steak."

"They just don't get it."

***

"Thank you for dinner, I had an amazing time."

"Oh of course dear, we'll have to do it again some time." Mrs. Harrington and both of them gave the same look to their man over the other's shoulder.

Y/n waved to Meg on the way out and raised a 'wait a minute' finger at Angelina.

Once Steve turned the car on to get the heat going she told him to wait. "Why?"

"Did you see how much he tipped?! That was hardly 15 percent of the wine alone. And yeah, I'm a little conflicted because she made my life miserable, and gave me a litany of trust issues that persist to this day, in regards to my relationships. But more about that later. Now, I've decided to forgive her, she apologized in the bathroom. Gave me a cigarette." She pulled a few bills out of her purse, "I'll be so fast." She ran full speed back into the restaurant while he watched.

"Here, I'm sorry he was rude." She quickly kissed her cheek. "I forgive you and I don't know if you remember but all my friends fuckin' ditched me so here's my number."

"Thank you." Angelina put the money and note in her apron pocket. Y/n turned around and smiled then ran just as fast back to the car.

***

Y/n was in her pajamas, uncharacteristically short shorts and a cropped tank top, when she heard a sound from her backyard. She thought it could just be an animal so she went back to stirring her tea and reading. Half a paragraph later she heard it again, closer. She got up from her couch and went into the closet to grab her sword, a gift from her grandma one year, and went to look outside. She heard another sound followed by a voice and a knock. She tensed before she opened the door and she lowered the blade. “Oh good, I thought you were a murderer,” she stepped out of the way to let Steve in.

“Why do you have a sword?! Were you gonna slice me with your sword?!”

“My grandma got it for my birthday one year and nooo I would not have sliced you because I love you too much and also because it’s blunt see,” she ran her finger up and down the side. “Meant for whacking rather than slicing, or bludgeoning actually. Aren’t you cold? Come in.” She pulled him inside by his jacket sleeve.

“Aren’t you cold?”

“No, I was drinking hot tea on my nice warm couch and not expecting any guests. Not that you’re unwelcome. Sit down, d’you want any tea?”

“Uh yeah what kind?”

“I have a lot, come look.” He stood right behind her and looked at everything from over her shoulder.

"Is the chamomile good?"

"Mhm, you want that one?"

"Sure." She reached way up to get it but he put a hand on her waist and reached over her head to get it. Her breath caught in her chest when he handed it to her.

"Thank you," She quickly turned away to the electric kettle, embarrassed at how weak her voice came out and trying to hide the heat rising to her cheeks.

He leaned his hip against the counter with his arms crossed, watching how she focused on filling the water and measuring the perfect amount of loose tea. "You haven't asked why I'm here."

"I wasn't sure if you wanted me to."

"Do you want to?"

"I don't know, but you can stay as long as you want. There's some clothes of yours in my room."

She kept looking at the kettle, waiting for the switch to flick back up. He wrapped an arm around her waist and turned her into himself. "D'you wanna stay?" she asked into his neck, running her hands up and down his back.

He only nodded in response, "I'm so tired but I missed you."

"I missed you too. But usually you can make it through a whole night."

"I know, but I felt bad about dinner."

"It went better than I thought it was going to."

"Yeah, I guess. But you weren't there when they started comin at me." She pulled back but kept her hands on his waist.

"What'd they say?"

"My dad was saying I need to 'look at my life' and the people I spend my time with. So we were five seconds from 'You could have come to work for me, but you couldn't even get into tech.' Before my mom was like 'I'm gonna go find y/n.' As if she wasn't just like 'I think maybe you're rushing into things Steve.'" They both ignored the kettle and kept holding each other.

"Ok, well ignoring your freakishly good impression of your parents. You know they're wrong, right?"

"I know, but at the same time I think they could be right. Not my mom though! She's definitely wrong about you."

"Oh, good. But still, I understand. It's hard to ignore what you've been told for so long." He nodded and neither of them said anything else about it for the night.

They had their tea and watched a rerun and a half of Cheers before Steve fell half asleep and all onto y/n.

"Steve?"

"Hm."

"You gotta get up. You're gonna fuck up your back if you sleep like this." He sat back up and when she stood to put the mugs in the sink he made grabby hands at her.

"So tired."

"I know, come on." She held out a hand for him to grab and turned around so his arms were over her shoulders and she led him to bed.

"Good night, I love you." She traced a finger down his nose and he scrunched up his face.

"I love you."

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Thank you so much for reading and your continued support, this is my favorite thing i've ever written and i love it so much so it makes me so happy to see you all enjoy it <3<3<3

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leetotters · 3 years

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tessa

tom holland x reader

warnings: nothing

summary: fluff with tessa

You loved animals, especially dogs but you didn't have the opportunity to have one when you were younger as your parents were allergic and bought you an aquarium of fishes instead. You adored your fishes dearly, but you wanted a pet you could've actually hold and cuddle with, you tried to convince them to buy you a rabbit but you were denied and so it went on until you left your parents home to live with your boyfriend Tom Holland and his dog Tessa.

You met Tom at Comic Con, you were one of a few to actually save up and get VIP access, it did cost most of your paycheck but it was worth it, you got to meet your favorite celebrities and even your crush, Tom Holland of course who seemed to be intrested in you when you came up to take a picture and talk to him.

Tom was a nervous wreck when he noticed you in line, he had spotted you waiting with others to meet him but you caught his eye, the girl who was wearing a spiderman theme outfit. He was blushing profusely when you came up to him asking if you could hug him, which he quickly agreed to embracing you in a warm hug lifting you from the ground as he inhaled your intoxicating scent.

That day, you were taken by surprise when Tom slipped his number in the pocket of your jeans as he pulled you in for one last hug, mumbling to text him later as he wanted to get to know you better. And who were you to refuse the gorgeous British man, so you texted him that same day planning your first date.

And the rest was history, as people in movies would say.

You remembered the day Tom brought you home to his apartment when you came back from one of his family's BQQ's, it wasn't your first time in his apartment, you actually spent a lot of time there as you started dating, Tom even joking that you should move in with him but you laughed brushing him off.

But the most memorable day was when you met Tessa, you immediately feel in love with her, you knew about Tessa of course, you were a big fan of Tom before you started dating him and saw photos of the two uploaded on his Instagram.

Tessa was curious at first when she saw you, sniffing your feet and hands as you stood still, your eyes in the shape of hearts as she licked your finger pressing her head to the palm of your hand, wanting you pet her.

Tom was over the moon when he saw his two girls getting along, he knew how much you adored animals, and was thrilled to see you with Tessa knowing you always wanted a dog when you were younger.

You were currently cuddled up in your sheets in yours and Tom shared bed with Tessa napping on your lap, snuggling further under your arms as you gently stroked her fur, you smiled finally getting the love from a pet you wanted for so long.

Tom was in the living room finishing up a zoom interview about his new movie that was released a few days ago, he said goodbye to the interviewer once more waving his hand as he left the meeting, closing his laptop making his way to find you and Tessa.

"Hey darling" Tom spoke his lips forming into a wide grin as he saw you both, all comfortable and cute, and he couldn't help but take a quick photo uploading it to his story with the caption 'my two favorite girls🥰'.

You hummed in response, not taking the chance to wake the staffordshire bull terrier who was sleeping peacefully on your lap.

Tom climbed on the bed, pressing his lips to yours, as he patted Tessas head making her shift at the sudden touch.

"Like seeing you both together" Tom nuzzled into the crock of your neck, resting his head on your shoulder as you moved your hand from Tessa's head intertwining his fingers with your own.

"I love her" you murmured kissing Tom's cheek resting your head on top of his.

"And what about me" Tom raised his head from your neck, his eyes locked with yours awaiting your obvious answer.

"I love you too Tom " you chuckled at your boyfriend pulling his head back on your shoulder, wishing you could stay in this position forever.

Tessa perked up, nudging Tom away with her paw as she took the spot between you, resting her head on your stomach purring when you scratched her ear.

"Well excuse you Tess" Tom chuckled at his dogs antics, Tessa just raised her head giving him a blank look before snuggling back in her previous spot.

Tom shook his head, pretty sure his dog loved you more than him but he couldn't care less, instead he wrapped his arms around both your somnolent figures, his perfect little family.

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onlyfreds · 3 years

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Miss Americana and Her London Boy | F.W.

Title: Miss Americana and Her London Boy (x American!reader, Muggle!Au)

Requested: Yes/No

Summary: Y/N goes on a vacation in London to find experience, adventure and memories. But after she meets Fred Weasley, a London Boy. She heads home with not only the experience and the memories, but also love.

It all started in a café in London.

You had gone on a vacation in London to do a little sightseeing and also to cross another thing off your bucket list.

You entered the café that my friend had recommended to you, ordering a peppermint mocha.

On your way out, you accidentally bumped into someone, the coffee only missing you by the skin of your teeth.

“Oh Merlin, I am so sorry.” The man who bumped into you suddenly apologized, his British accent ringing clearly through his voice.

You looked up to get a better look at him, his ginger hair was windswept as if he had just gotten back from the beach. His eyes sparkling in the sunlight. A small, apologetic smile on his lips.

“No, it’s fine.” You said, “I was the one who was looking where I was going."

He smiled, shaking his head, “Nonsense love. I almost spilled my coffee on you.”

You laughed, “If we keep on going on like this, we’ll never finish. So, let’s just call it quits."

He chuckled, “Whatever you say love.” He then offered his free hand, “I’m Fred by the way. Fred Weasley.”

You smiled, taking his hand and shaking it slightly, “I’m Y/N, Y/N L/N.”

“American?” He asked, as the two of you walked down the avenue together.

You chuckled, “The accent gave it away, didn’t it?”

Fred took a sip of his coffee as he replied with a small laugh, “A little bit.”

“So, where do you live in the States?” He asked.

“New York.” You simply stated.

He smiled, running a hand through his hair, “It must be a blast. Living in the Big Apple.”

You laughed, placing my free hand in the pocket of my jeans, “Most of the time. I did come here to have a vacation.”

“So, how long are you staying in London for.” He asked.

You shrugged, “About a month.”

“A month?” He asked in disbelief, “You’re staying here, on a vacation, for a month?”

You laughed, “Why not? I have been dreaming of this vacation ever since I was five. So, I decided to just make the most of it.”

Fred shrugged, a small smile adorning his handsome features, “That makes sense.”

You stopped at the beach where you were supposed to meet your friend. You turned to Fred, “Well, I better go now. It’s been nice having a little chat with you.”

“My pleasure.” He said, taking out a pen and a piece of paper from his pocket as he scribbled something down on it.

“Here’s my number.” He explained as he handed you the piece of paper, “Just in case you want somebody to show you around or you just need someone to talk to. Give me a call and I’ll be there in a jiffy.”

You smiled, gently taking the piece of paper from him, “Thanks Fred. I’ll see you around?”

He took your free hand, raising it up to his lips as he kissed along your knuckles, “You’ll surely will.” He said with a small wink before walking away.

“Who was that?” Your friend, Claudeth, asked as you walked towards her.

You gave her a look of confusion, “Who’s who?”

She rolled her eyes at you, “The cute guy you who was talking to you just now.”

You felt a blush rise up to my cheeks as you avoided her gaze, “Oh, that was Fred.”

“Oooh.” She teased, nudging your shoulder, “Somebody’s got a crush.”

You jokingly pushed her away, “I don’t have a crush on him!”

“Yeah, right.” She said, “If you don’t have a crush on him, then why are you blushing?”

You felt myself get redder, “Okay, I may find him a bit cute." Your eyes widened as you realized what just said, "Not helping Claudeth!”

Claudeth looped her arm around yours as the two of you walked through the beach, “Come on, tell me more.” She encouraged.

You rolled your eyes, “Well, we bumped into each other outside the coffee shop you recommended me. We chatted on the way here and he gave me his number.”

“What?!” She looked at you with wide eyes, before starting to shake you vigorously, “That’s a sign! He’s obviously your soulmate!”

You laughed at her antics, “Does him giving me his number already make him my soulmate? Seriously Claudeth, give me a break.”

“According to your story, you and Fred just met today. And after a few minutes of chatting with him, he already gave you his number. Just trust me and my matchmaking skills Y/N.” She said.

You rolled my eyes at her for the umpteenth time, “Whatever.”

You leaned back against the headboard of yout bed, scrolling through your social media, a bit bored. Claudeth was out with her boyfriend so, you texted the person you couldn't stop thinking about.

<Hey Fred! It's Y/N.

Not even a minute has passed before you received a reply.

>Hey love! What's up?

You smiled to myself as you typed out my reply.

<Well, remember your offer about showing me around London?

>Of course sweetheart! Why?

<I was wondering if you were still up for the it.

You smiled giddily as you read his reply.

>I sure am! Text me your address and I'll be there in twenty minutes.

You quickly typed out my address as you hopped out of bed to change.

You were still deciding whether a denim jacket would go with jeans you were wearing when your best friend suddenly called.

"Hello my soul sister!" You greeted, resting your phone on your shoulder as you pressed your ear against it, going through the rest of the clothes you packed.

"What's got you in a cheery mood today?" Claudeth asked, sligthly amused.

You hummed, "I think it's the fact that Fred is coming over in fifteen minutes. And tell me honestly, does a denim jacket go with jeans."

She laughed, "Yes, denim jackets do go with jeans. And in return, you have to give me some tea about your little 'date'."

You rolled my eyes as you put on the jacket, looking at yourself in the mirror, "It's not a date Claudeth. He's just showing me around."

"Yeah, yeah, then you'll be calling me tomorrow at his apartment..."

"Claudeth!" You chastised my best friend.

Her laugh could be heard as her boyfriend playfully scolded her, "You didn't have to be so mean."

After she had recovered from her laughing fit she said, "What? I'm just saying."

You heard a quick knock on the door, "I'll talk to you later. He's here."

"Go get your man soul sister!" Claudeth cheered on before you dropped the call.

You glanced at your image one more, fixing your hair a bit before grabbing your shoulder bag and opening the door. Being met with the sight of Fred, a cute smile on his face, his hair windswept just like the day you two met.

"Thank you so much for coming on such short notice." You said, closing the hotel door behind you.

He seemed in a daze, as if distracted by something as he just looked at you, his eyes glazed over.

"Are you okay Fred?" You asked.

He snapped out of his trance, blushing slightly at the fact that he got caught, "Nothing, you just look absolutely stunning." He said, adding a small wink at the end.

You felt my cheeks heat up as you looked down at your feet, avoiding his gaze, "Thanks."

"Where exactly as you taking me?" You asked as both of you walked down the avenue.

He smiled, "You'll see."

You playfully raised a brow at him, "How do I know that you're not some part of gang or something and is actually kidnapping me?"

His laughter rang through the air, "Then, I wouldn't be walking with you out in the open. I wouldn't even give you my number in the first place, the fbi and the police can track that."

You chuckled, "Smart. Very smart."

After a few more hours, we arrived at a park.

Fred stretched his arms out dramatically, "Behold, one of the best parks in London."

You laughed at his antics, "I'm relieved. With all the secrecy I thought you were taking me to see the Queen."

"If you want too, I can arrange that." He joked as we laughed.

"So, are you up for an adventure?" He asked.

You scoffed, "Have you forgotten who you're talking to? I'm a New Yorker, I'm always up for an adventure."

He chuckled, handing me a helmet as we walked towards the bikes, "Well come on then, we wouldn't want Miss Americana to get bored do we?"

You rolled my eyes playfully as he gave you a teasing smile.

The two of you sat by the curb as Fred handed you a bottle of water.

"Thanks." You said, taking a small sip, "How much?"

He smiled, shaking his head, "No need. It's on me."

We went on a few more rounds before nightfall came, Fred then escorted you back to your hotel.

"Thank you." You said as we reached your room, "For coming quickly on such short notice. And for the little adventure as well."

He smiled, "It's my pleasure Y/N. And I'd happily do it again. So, are you up for another adventure tomorrow?"

You bit your bottom lip, looking down at your feet to keep the blush from rising up to your cheeks, "Sure, why not?"

He placed his hands in his pockets, "See you tomorrow then. G'night Y/N."

"G'night Fred." You said, as you entered your room, closed the door and leaned against it. Closing your eyes as you committed his dreamy smile to memory.

"No! No! You can't tell me that it's not a date!" Claudeth said dramatically.

You giggled, "Why not?"

"Because," she elongated the last sylablle to emphasize, "You have been 'hanging out' with him for literally the past two weeks. So, you can't tell me that it's not a date."

You rolled your eyes at her, "Just because Seth asked you to be his girlfriend after a week of seeing each other, doesn't mean my future boyfriend has to do the same."

You ducked as she chucked a pillow at you, "Hey, hey, that makes it obvious that Seth is my soulmate. And I am sure that Fred is yours."

You then heard a knock on the door, "That's Fred, I gotta go now!" You said, heading to the door.

"That's what I'm talking about." Claudeth muttered to herself as you opened the door.

"Hi Fred!" You greeted as he gave you a smile.

"Hey love." He said, before turning to my best friend, "As usual, I'll be stealing your friend for a little while. Hope you don't mind."

Claudeth nodded as she gave him a smile, "Go ahead, don't let me stop you. You can even take her home if you want."

"Claudeth!" You scolded.

She gave an apologetic but teasing smile, "It was a joke. Now, run along you two."

You gave her a death glare before closing the door behind yourself.

"I'm so sorry about her." You apologized as you and Fred entered the elevator, heading down to the lobby, "She can be a bit of a crackhead at times."

Fred chuckled, "Don't worry about it. I might actually take up her offer and bring you home."

"You've got to be kidding me!" You said, playfully hitting him on the shoulder.

"I'm kidding." He said, accompanied with a small laugh.

When we walked out of the hotel and kept on walking until we stopped in front of a black scooter.

Fred handed me a helmet, "Well Miss Americana, what do you think?"

You stared at him in awe, "I didn't know you had a scooter."

He chuckled, "Prepared to be surprised then."

He put on a helmet before climbing on the scooter, holding out his hand, "I thought you were a New Yorker." He teased, "What's taking you so long?"

You playfully rolled my eyes as you strapped on the helmet, "There's something called 'patience' London boy." You retorted as you climbed on behind him.

"Hold on." He said, before starting to drive through the bustling streets as you wrapped your arms around his waist.

After a few hours, you stopped at some park.

"Where are you taking me?" You asked as he pulled you through the trees.

He shot you a wink, "You'll see love. And I'm sure you'll love it."

We walked into a clearing that looked like something out of a fairytale.

Trees surrounded the clearing, a small footbridge led to a nearby lake that glistening under the light of the sun.

You smiled, "It's beautiful Freddie."

He chuckled, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear, "I knew you'd like it."

"How did you find this place?" You asked, sitting by the edge of the footbridge.

He sat by the space next to you, "My twin and I found it while my family was hanging out at the park. Wandered a bit too far from the group and ended up here."

"A twin?" You asked, "I didn't know you had a twin."

Fred laughed, "Not just a twin. I have four more brothers and one sister."

"Wow." You grinned, "That is a lot."

"Only child problems Miss Americana?" He teased.

You laughed, "Unfortunately for you, I'm not an only child. I happen to have a younger sister, her name is Ahnica."

He tsked, "Cute. But not as stunning as Y/N."

"You always know what to say, don't you?" You said, trying to keep the blush from rising up to my cheeks.

"It's all part of my charm, isn't it?" He said with a small wink.

"Cheeky, that's for sure."

When nightfall arrived, it also started to rain.

"We're too far from your place." Fred said as we drove through highway, soaking wet from the rain, "Do you want to stay at my flat at least until the rain stops."

"Sure. Whatever works." You said.

We went up to his flat after he parked his motorbike.

As soon as you walked through his door, he immediately threw a towel around me, fussing over me.

As if he wasn't soaking wet as well.

"Fred." You said in an attempt to calm him down, "Stop fussing over me. You're also soaking wet. I can handle myself."

He shook his head, droplets of water flying all over the place, "You might get sick. You might catch a flu or something."

You rolled your eyes at him, grabbing a towel and putting it around him and drying his hair, "You keep on worrying about me getting sick when you're just equally soaked as me."

He chuckled, "Easy there Miss Americana. You don't have to lecture me."

You scoffed, "Not only cheeky. But, stubborn too."

"You love it anyway." He teased.

"Whatever." You said, trying to hide the small smile that was growing on your lips as I sat down on the couch.

Fred headed to the kitchen, coming back holding two mugs of hot chocolate.

"Here." He said with a small smile as he handed you a mug, sitting down beside you.

"Thanks." You muttered, looking up at him, offering him a small smile.

We talked with each other just like we did during the day we met, the feeling of tranquility and peace feeling the atmosphere.

"It stopped raining." Fred pointed out after a little while.

"Oh." You said, trying my best not to sound disappointed, "Well, I better be going now."

"Wait." He said, desperately glancing at his watch, "It's too dangerous to go out alone this late at night. You could stay the night if you want, but if you don't, I can always escort you home."

You bit your lip, "I appreciate the offer Fred. I really do. But, you've already done so much for me. I can't ask you to do anything more."

He chuckled, shaking his head as he stood up, "I insist love. It's absolutely no problem."

"Fred, seriously, I can't. That would be asking for too much." You tried to reason.

But he wasn't backing down, "I insist. You've only got two choices, it's either you stay the night or I'm taking you home."

You sighed, "Fine. But, I'm taking the couch. No buts, no ifs."

He chuckled, "Whatever you say Miss Americana."

"Do you ever stop being so cheeky London boy?" You asked with a small smile.

He grinned, "Never."

You went into the bathroom to change into the oversized shirt and shorts Fred had let me borrowed.

When you had finished, you saw Fred sitting on the balcony.

You chuckled quietly, opening the slide door and stepping outside.

"That's pretty dangerous." You said, "You could lose your balance and fall 50, 60 feet? You'd be lucky to still be alive at that rate."

He smiled, "Aren't you a New Yorker? You should be used to the chaos."

You climbed over the balcony and sat beside him, "Just because I'm a New Yorker doesn't mean that I do things that will put my life at risk."

He looked at you, "Well, you're doing the same thing right now."

"I guess that you have that affect on me then." You said, looking at him.

"I can't believe that you're already leaving tomorrow." Fred suddenly said, causing you to look up from your coffee, since he decided that both of you should spend your last day at the place where you met.

You chuckled, tucking a stray piece of hair behind my ear, "Time really flies when you're having fun."

You looked at the ginger in front of me. Something about him was... off today. He was quieter than usual.

"Hey," you said as your thumb rubbed small circles at the back of his hand, "are you okay? You seem a bit quieter than usual."

He bit his lip as he looked at you, "No, I'm absolutely fine sweetheart."

You gave him a skeptical look, "I can see it in your eyes, there's something bothering you."

Fred sighed, "It's just been something that I've been thinking about for the past week."

You licked my lips, terribly concerned, "Then tell me, maybe I could help you with it."

He interlocked our hands together, "Will you promise that whatever happens with what I tell you, it won't affect our friendship at all?"

You nodded, "Of course it wouldn't."

Fred took a deep breath, as if preparing himself for the worse, "Spending the past month with you has been the highlight of my entire year. I will honestly tell you that I've been dreading the day that you would have to go back to New York. I have been dreading the day you'll leave and possibly not come back."

You gulped, "Freddie, you're scaring me."

"If I don't tell you this, then it would be my biggest what if. I love you Y/N. More than a friend, more than anything else that I've loved before. It's perfectly fine if you don't feel the same and turn down my offer. But, Y/N L/N, will you be my girlfriend?" He said with a hopeful glint in his eyes.

You smiled as you nodded, "Yes Fred. I will be your girlfriend!"

He grinned, standing up and pulling you into a passionate kiss.

"Thank goodness!" He said as we pulled apart, "You've just made me the happiest man alive."

You giggled, "Well then, that makes me the happiest person to ever walk the planet."

"But, how about the distance?" You asked, "New York isn't on the other side of London."

He licked his lips, "Well, that's what technology is for, isn't it?"

You laughed, "You are a smart cookie."

The time flew by, before you knew it, Fred was taking you back to the hotel for the last time.

"Got everything packed?" Fred asked as he rested a hand on your suitcase.

You looked around the room, already feeling a bit nostalgic for the place that had served as your home for the past month.

You nodded, "Yeah, everything's complete."

We walked out of the room, climbing into the cab that brought you to the airport.

We were silent for the most of the journey. Fred holding on tightly to your hand as much as possible.

When we arrived at the airport, Fred stayed by your side during everything, check-in, immigration and now the moment you dreaded the most.

"So, this is it." You shrug, trying to keep the tears at bay, "I have to go."

Fred sniffed, obviously trying hard not to cry, "I know. But, I don't want you to go."

You gave him a small smile, "I don't want to leave yet too, baby. It's not like I have a choice. Besides, that's what technology is for."

He pulled you into his chest, hugging you tightly, "Yeah, but it's not the same as having you here with me." He said, now openly crying.

"Hey, hey." You said, my tears now dripping down my cheeks, "Don't cry. Just call and text me anytime. Don't think about the timezones. Okay? I don't care if you call or text me at 3 am. I will answer."

Fred sniffed, wiping the tears from you cheeks, "Okay. But, I'll be seeing you in two months."

You chuckled, "Two months? I'll try and get a ticket."

My boyfriend gave a small smile, shaking his head, "I meant me. I'll be visiting you in New York in two months."

"Really?" You said in awe.

He nodded, "Yeah. Now before you protest, I already bought a ticket."

You flung my arms around his neck, "You're the best boyfriend ever!"

"You're the one who brings out the best in me." He whispered.

"Passengers of flight 2B5567 please head to the boarding gate immediately." Someone said over the intercom.

Fred and you pulled apart, profusely wiping the remaining tears from our eyes.

"This is it." You said again.

He nodded, "The 'it' we can't avoid no matter what we do."

He pulled you into a passionate kiss, one where we poured all of your love into it. For one final time.

You grabbed my luggage, heading towards the gate when you suddenly didn't care about missing your flight.

Your let go of your luggage, running into Fred's arms as you threw your arms around him, pulling him in for another kiss.

"Last reminder, all passengers of flight 2B5567 please head to the boarding gate immediately." The intercom sounded again.

"Sweetheart, I love you and all, but you're going to miss your flight." Fred said.

You nodded, taking off my bracelet, it was the one you were wearing the day you met Fred.

You handed it to your boyfriend, seeing his expression falter a little, "I can't take that princess."

You gave him a reassuring smile, "You can and you will. Whenever you miss me, just hold this and think that I'm holding your hand."

He sniffed as he took it, "I love you." He said, his voice cracking a little.

"I love you too." You said.

"Go to the gate." He urged, "The plane won't wait for you."

You nodded, giving him one last smile before heading back to your luggage and going to the gate.

"'Till we meet again, Miss Americana." He said with a small smile, his hands in the pockets of his jeans.

You waved goodbye, "Till our next adventure, my London boy." You said before showing the attendant my ticket and heading into the plane.

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NEVER NOT | JUST PRETENDING . . .

❃ PAIRING tom holland x fem!reader

❃ DISCLAIMER i do not own the artists (and the reader) that are going to portray the characters, but i do own some of the their names. the plot of the story is inspired to the book and movie 'to all the boys i've loved before' but with changes. the gifs and photos used in this series are edited by me but i get credits to the originals. also, this series is first posted in wattpad by me. PLEASE DO NOT REPOST IT SOMEWHERE ELSE !

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"It's no good pretending that any relationship has a future if your record collections disagree violently or if your favorite films wouldn't even speak to each other if they met at a party." — Nick Hornby, High Fidelity

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THE NEXT DAY, Y/N COULD STILL NOT BELIEVE that they were doing this.

Everything felt like slow motion the moment she and Tom went inside the cafeteria of the school. His hand was in her back pocket and both of them walked together.

Just like in the Sixteen Candles. Y/N thought.

People were looking at them with trays on their hands and all you had to do was smile. It was definitely working. As they got into the middle of the cafeteria, he spun her around while his hand was still in her pocket until her body faced his.

Y/N giggled at his action and Tom looked down at her, their foreheads almost touching and their body close to each other.

"What are you doing?" Y/N asked while giggling.

Tom reached out to his pocket and got the small note he wrote for Y/N and gave it to her.

"This one is for you," Tom said and Y/N could just smile and received the handwritten note. Even though they were just pretending, she could feel her stomach flutter as she received the note.

"Thank you."

Tom smiled at Y/N but he could see a glimpse of his ex-girlfriend, Camille across where they are and he saw her face stern the moment he gave the note to Y/N.

It's working.

Tom tucked a strand of hair to Y/N 's ear and whispered to it. "Good job."

Y/N looked up to him with a smile on her face.

"I'll see you in a bit, okay?" Tom said.

"Okay," Y/N answer and pecked on his cheek before walking away from the center of the cafeteria. She could see the look on people's faces but she couldn't care less about their reaction.

After all, this is all just pretend.

"Hey, Y/N!" An arm suddenly wrapped around her shoulders and Y/N jumped a little.

"Erika!"

"Why didn't you tell me that you and Holland are a thing now? How long have you been keeping this from me?" Erika asked as they went out of the cafeteria.

"You should've seen the look on my cousin's face. I could just imagine it all day and make fun of it." Erika said and Y/N slapped her arm playfully. "Hey! What's that for?"

"Still can't believe you say such things to your cousin like that," Y/N said and chuckled.

"Couldn't care more," Erika said. "So tell me. How did things between you and Holland go? How? When? Why? Where—"

"Okay, you gotta stop asking a lot of questions. I am going to answer them." Y/N said.

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"So you guys are not official yet?" Erika asked as she munched onto her burger.

"Nope. Hopefully, we will be." Y/N answered.

"Weird enough that he could move on from Camille because they have been together for a long time now," Erika said.

"I know. He even promised me that he will give me small notes every day and he never did that to her." Y/N said.

Keep acting. You can do this.

"Is this like a competition now?" Erika chuckled.

"I mean, she's the one who broke up with him," Y/N said.

"What about Aiden?" Erika suddenly asked and that made Y/N almost stop moving.

"W-what about him?" Y/N tried her best to not crack her voice. She could still feel her heart beating fast.

"Weren't you all over him days ago?" Erika asked.

Y/N sighed and placed down her soda on the table before speaking. "I just realized that he was just that typical crush that we all have."

Lies.

Erika just raised one of her brows before she replied. That judgmental look she gives you.

"Well, you seemed happy with Holland. Just hoping that he won't break your heart or else." She stopped to drink her soda. "Or else he'll have a taste of my fist." Erika formed a fist with her free hand and Y/N just laughed.

"He won't. He promised." Y/N said, trying not to cringe at what she said.

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Y/N was, as usual, walking towards her locker and placed her things inside. It was a Friday and thank God she could have rest.

As soon as she closed her locker and turned away from it, Aiden suddenly walked towards her. She could feel her heart beating fast as he was approaching her.

No. No. No.

"Hey Y/N," Aiden said.

"Hey, Aiden," Y/N replied with a small smile on her lips.

"So, you and Tom? You finally had the courage to confess to him ever since you had a crush on him during middle school." Aiden said.

"I-it stopped for a while but then it came back after a while. We aren't officially together—" Y/N was interrupted by a familiar British voice. An arm was wrapped around her shoulders that made her startle.

"Yet," Tom said. He turned to her and gave kissed her head. She giggled and playfully slapped Tom on his chest. She wrapped a hand to his and looked at him. "I'll walk you home?" He asked.

Y/N nodded and looked at Aiden again. "I'm going to walk with Tom now. I'm sorry, Aiden."

"Oh, I-I don't mind, Y/N. I have song practice anyway." Aiden said and scratched the back of his neck. "Take care." He said.

Y/N gave a smile. "You too." Tom and she walked away towards the crowd. A lot of people were still staring at them and she could hear people murmuring but she didn't mind that.

Several minutes later, both she and Tom walked together on the sidewalk. His hands were on the pocket of his jacket and his eyes just looking everywhere. They were already in Y/N's neighborhood and he wanted to be familiar with the place. If he would always walk her home then might as well be familiar with the place.

"Your place is peaceful." Tom suddenly spoke up and broke the silence.

"One of the reasons why I love to live here," Y/N answered.

"At least it's close to school. I don't have to drive you anymore." Tom said.

"You're lucky it's just near. I know you're not that walking-your-girlfriend-home type of a guy." Y/N said and she could just hear him chuckle.

They finally reached her house and they stopped at the doorstep.

"Thank you for walking with me," Y/N said.

"Great job today," Tom said and Y/N could just roll her eyes.

"I tried not to cringe for the whole time. It worked though." Y/N said.

"How about a kiss?" Tom joked and she punched his arm. "Ow!"

"No kissing, you dork," Y/N said. "We're alone now, we don't have to pretend."

The door suddenly opened revealing Y/N's dad with an apron around his waist.

"Thought I heard talking." He said. "Your home, sweetheart." Her dad gave Y/N a peck on her head and turned his head to Tom. "Who is this young man?"

"He's Tom. Tom Holland, dad. My-"

"Her boyfriend, Sir." Tom blurted out and shook hands with her dad. Y/N glared at Tom for what he said.

"How come you never told me about him, Y/N? I could've made more pasta." Her dad said.

"No. It's okay, Sir. I'm just here to drop Y/N. Didn't want her to be alone." Tom said with a smile.

"He's a good kid" Her dad whispered to Y/N and she just looked at him. "Dad." She heard Tom chuckle at her dad's actions.

"I'll get going now, Sir," Tom said.

"I'll leave you two love birds alone for a while." Her dad said. "It's nice to see you, Tom. Don't go breaking my girl's heart, okay?" Her dad said.

"I won't, Sir," Tom assured with a smile and that made her dad finally go back to the kitchen.

"I'm sorry about my dad. He's just like that." Y/N said.

"He seemed chill," Tom said.

"He is. Very." Y/N answered. "So, I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Of course. I don't wanna miss my girlfriend at school." Tom said before walking away to go home.

"Take care, Holland," Y/N said and Tom looked back at her with a smile and his hands on his pockets again and walked away.

Y/N leaned against the wall and watch him walk away until he couldn't be seen anymore. She remembered the note that Tom gave her in the morning and got it out of her pocket. She opened it and read it:

thank you for accepting this, y/n. can't wait to be your boyfriend. - T.H

A smile formed on her lips as she read the note and at the thought of Tom and the pretend they just did.

That wasn't so bad after all.

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