#he takes your grandmother's ring off the necklace around your neck and proposes to you RIGHT THEN (standing up?????) AND YOU SAY YES ????

[hideyseek]

what. ? !

[multiharlot]

you weren’t here // matthew murdock x fem!reader

summary: y/n can feel matt drifting further and further away from her and closer to elektra. and she’s left to deal with the worst of the messes, without him.

warnings: fem!reader, lots of angst, overthinking, anxious reader, feelings of unrequited love, warnings of blood and violence, home invasion, this is a literal trauma dump for me so read at your own risk

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“i’ll be home before midnight, okay?”

yet here you were, staring at the moon, at almost 1am. you were exhausted, but that was overpowered by the fear and worry that overtook your body knowing that your fiance was running about the city playing hero with her. you let out a sigh, your head hitting the post as you simply waited. waited for him to eventually walk through the door in a couple minutes, like he promised you he would. 

you and matt had met through foggy during their last year of law school. you and foggy had met in your political science class and became fast friends. from there, he introduced you to “blind matt murdock”

“people don’t actually call me that.”

“i figured as much”

you and matt were quick to become attached, and right after he had put fisk away, he proposed. you were elated, to say the least. and while you worried about his hobbies, you’d never trade this love for anything in the world, and neither would he.

but about a month ago, matt had slowly been convincing you that those circumstances have changed. he was reluctant to her return at first, but slowly became quick to run to her beck and call. she was over at your apartment frequently, often donning his clothes. and it pained you to come home, seeing them together on the couch, them both wearing minimal clothing. 

“baby i promise, it’s nothing like that.”

“then what is it matt? because it doesn’t feel like it’s nothing like that!”

“i’m just helping her take down the hand. that’s it. that’s all it is. it’s just help.”

“what about when i need help, hmm?”

“nothings gonna happen. i’m doing this so the city can be safer for you.”

“that can’t always be your excuse, matt. one day, it’s not gonna cut it anymore.”

and for a while, you believed him. until one day, you just didn’t. you were exhausted. while you were busy planning the wedding, alone, he was running amuck with his first love. foggy and karen weren’t exactly the biggest fan of who he’d become recently either. he had seemed to bail on them every chance he got. and you needed him to stop, you’d tolerated him being absent in your life, but you refused to do it any longer. you pushed yourself off of the window sill and walked towards the kitchen, as you placed the kettle under the tap, you heard a thump at the door, and your heart jumped. it had sounded like someone slumping against the door. before you could even think to react, you heard the door slam open, and a rush of footsteps coming in. you dropped the kettle as your eyes met the eyes of three masked men coming into your apartment, guns in hand. they held up their guns and you immediately put your hands up. 

“just take whatever you want! i’m not gonna fight back, please, just take whatever you want and go!” you pleaded, they didn’t respond, they simply turned around and began raiding the house. 

one of the three men turned to look at you, and his eyes went to your chest, where your grandmother’s opal necklace sat. and then traveled to the diamond ring on your finger. he walked over to you, gun raised, and before he could do anything, you took the ring off, handing it to him. he grabbed the ring, shoving it in his pocket before gesturing to the necklace. 

“give me the necklace.”

“no. please i-”

“i said, give me the fucking necklace!” he shouts, grabbing you and throwing you against the counter. 

you screamed as he kneeled on top of you, knee directly on your stomach. you tried pushing him off of you, but it was an unfair fight. he grabbed you by your neck, throwing your head against the side of the island, and you had simply given up as he snatched the necklace off of your neck. you heard one of them men call out to the man who was still on top of you. he got up, and the three of them ran off. you had curled up on the floor, in pain, crying, alone. you reached over to grab your phone that had fell on the ground and hit 2 on speed dial. 

“y/n?”

“foggy?” you cried.

“what’s wrong? i’m coming.”

“they took everything, fog.” you sobbed, as you tried to push yourself up off the ground. 

“who? what happened?” he shouted urgently into the phone as you heard him close the door to the cab.

“i don’t know who. there were three of them. they took the ring and my necklace and they went through all of our things. and i-i don’t know where he is.” 

foggy could hear the shaking in your voice, and his heart ached for you.

“i’m almost there, okay? karen called the police. everything’s okay. are you hurt?”

“yes.” you breathed out, as your vision began to blur. you weren’t sure if it was from the direct hit to the head, or from the blood currently dripping down your forehead. 

“okay, just talk to me, you’re okay. everything is okay. i’m here. i’ll be there in just a second.”

“i-i can’t-”

“yes you can. you can do anything, y/n. you always could, and you always will.”

you couldn’t bring yourself to respond as you tried to just focus on your breathing, and that’s when you heard the footsteps rush through the front door. you whimpered in fear and heard foggy and karen call out for you. you hadn’t even realized that he’d hung up. you let out a cry of relief, and their heads turned towards the kitchen, they rushed over to you, karen gasping as she saw you curled up on the floor. foggy was immediately on his knees beside you, helping you sit up slowly. you cried into your best friends chest as you clutched to the lapel of his jacket. 

“look at me, y/n. come on, it’s okay. the police will be here soon. and we’ll get you some help, okay?” foggy reassured, and you could hear the sirens rushing down the street. 

“he wasn’t here, fog. he was supposed to be here.” you cried, and you felt foggy tense. 

neither of them respond, but karen eventually speaks up.

“come on, let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” she coos, helping you up off the floor and towards the living room. 

as they slowly got you up off the floor, the back door to the apartment opened, and matt rushed in, still suited up, and elektra following closely behind. 

“y/n? baby what happened?” matt asks, rushing over to you and holding your face in his hands. 

“get out of the suit, matt. the police are coming.” foggy sighs, moving his hands from your face. 

matt just looks over at his friends and his fiance, who’s blood was dripping onto the floor and had dripped onto his hands. matt began to speak, but even we could hear the police officers in the lobby of the apartment building. he just rushes into the bedroom, quickly taking off the suit as elektra stood awkwardly in the apartment. 

“you should go.” you spit harshly at her as foggy and karen sit you down onto the couch. 

“are you alright?”

“she said you should go.” karen reiterates before pushing past her to grab the first aid kit from the bathroom. 

“well, i hope you’re alright.” she says before running out the back door. as the door closed, the police came in through the front door. 

matt came out of the bedroom, quickly running to your side. before he could say anything, the police and emt’s are at your side with questions and bandages. after a long night, you’d finally come home from the hospital as the sun began to rise. matt helped you into your pajamas and he finally speaks up as he gently moves the hair out from your shirt. 

“are you hungry? thirs-”

“you were supposed to be here, matt.”

“i know. i-” he sighs, but is cut off when you lift your hand up to hit him in the chest. 

“you weren’t here.” you cried. and you hit him again.

“you weren’t here. you weren’t here. YOU WEREN’T HERE.” you shouted, hitting his chest as you sobbed. 

matt’s eyes welled up with tears as you wailed out in pain.

“i’m sorry baby. i’m so sorry. i’m sorry.” matt said, tears falling down his cheeks. 

eventually you had given up, your hands slowly falling off his chest, and he takes you into his arms, holding you closely against him. 

“i’m sorry.” he whispered, his voice wavering.

he let out a shaky breath as he held your body tightly against his, your cries shaking the both of you. 

“i needed you.” you whimpered. 

“i’m sorry. it’s all gonna stop, okay? no more.” he says, shaking his head. 

you pushed away from him, wiping the wetness away from your face. you knew that as much as he wanted to mean that, him simply hanging up the suit wasn’t possible for him to do. you just walked over to the bed, sliding in slowly. you had some residual dizziness that caused you to stumble slightly, but matt was quickly by your side, helping you into bed. he slid in next to you and held you as tightly as he could without hurting your bruised ribs. after a moment of silence, you spoke up. 

“they took the ring.”

“it’s okay. i’ll get you another one.”

you stayed silent for a moment, and you heard his heart begin to pound against his chest. 

“do...do you still want one? do you still want to be with me?” he asks, and you felt his palms start to moisten against you. 

“do you?”

“of course i do.” he responds quickly, sitting the both of you up slowly. 

“hard to tell lately.”you shrug. 

“i’m sorry. no more, okay? it’s done.”

“you and i both know you can’t do that.” you chuckle sadly. 

“for you. for you i can.”

“what if i don’t want you to?”

“then...no more elektra. i don’t need her to make the city better. once the hand is finished, that’s it.”

you paused, looking down at your fingers. 

“i need you to be here from now on. to be present. i’m tired of tasting cake and looking at venues alone. i’m tired of sleeping alone. i’m tired of waiting up for you all the time. i’m tired of coming home to you two on the couch half naked-”

“it’s done. i’ll be here. whatever you need. whenever you need. you’re it for me. you’re the only one, y/n.” he reassures, holding your face in his hands and leaning forward, pushing his nose against yours. 

you nod, leaning forward and gently placing your forehead against his, but quickly wince. he chuckles, and pulls back slightly before leaning in again and placing a soft kiss on your lips. 

“i love you, y/n.”

“i love you, matt.”

you pause, just enjoying the moment, before letting out a short huff.

“now that you mention it i am kinda hungry.”

“i thought you’d say that. i’ll order some thai.” he smiles, reaching over to grab his phone from the bedside table.

“from-”

“the place around the corner?”

“i love you.”

“i love you. forever and always, y/n.”

[happys-crazy-queen22]

Nature Proposal

Gif credit @bodybebangin.

Taglist @ackles-nhl @mysty-psycho. @cbouvier23.

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"Hey dad, can I talk to you a second"? Kayce nodded to John. Kayce had a huge question on his mind and he needed everything to go well.

"What do you need, son"?

"I wanna ask Y/N to marry me".

"That's great son, Congratulations". John said with a smile as he squeezed Kayces shoulder.

"I was wondering if I can have moms ring or grandma's? Jamie isnt going to use it and well Lee. Beth isnt going to wear moms ring. So if you're okay with me having it can I"? Kayce asked nervously. He didn't know if John wanted to part ways with his wife's ring.

"Are you sure Y/Ns the girl you want to marry"?

"Yeah, dad. I am. I love her more than anything".

"Good. I just want to make sure, you wont ruin this". John laughed, getting a eye roll from Kayce.

"I wont. I promise".

"I keep her close to me everywhere I go. Here". John pulled out a necklace with the diamond ring hanging on it from his pocket. "This was your grandmothers too". He placed it in Kayces hand.

"Thank you. You don't know how much this means to me to have this to give to Y/N. I appreciate it, dad". Kayce smiled, tears swelling in his eyes.

"You're welcome, son. Now go make that wonderful girl, my daughter n law". John chuckled.

"Yes, sir". Kayce placed the necklace into his jeans pocket and ran off to his horse. He knew where you were and he was heading your way.

"Now kids, this mushroom is toxic. So dont dare eat it unless you plan on hallucinating and then a slow painful death". You warned your class. It was nature day in your classroom and what better way then to explore the Yellowstone ranch.

"Miss Y/L/N, look here". A student called you over at the riverbank.

"Oh look, tadpoles". You gush at the tiny baby frogs.

"Can we take some for our class pets? We'll release them once they grow". Another student suggested getting agreement from the others.

"I dont see why not. But just a few. We dont want them getting loose and jumping around the school". You giggled, bending down to scoop up a few.

"Miss Y/L/N, who's that"?

You turned your head where they were pointing and saw Kayce riding his horse down.

"Wonder why he's here? I'll be back. Look around and explore". You smiled and jogged over to the clearing where Kayce stopped and jumped off his horse.

"Everything okay"? You ran over to him.

"Yeah, everythings fine. I gotta ask you something". Kayce squinted his eyes as the sun beat down.

"It cant wait?  I'm in the middle of teaching". You laugh. Your students started to come out.

"No, it can't. Y/N, I've been wanting to ask you this for a year now". Kayce took off his hat and got down one knee, taking your hand in his.

"Kayce"? You gasped when dug through his pocket and pulled out the ring.

"I've loved you ever since I laid my eyes on you and after I couldnt take them off. I love you with all my heart. Will you do me the honor in becoming my wife"?

"Yes, Kayce. Yes". You clamped your hand over your mouth and sobbed, happy tears.

Kayce grinned from ear to ear and slipped the ring on your finger.

"It's beautiful". You stared at the ring.

"It was my moms and grandmothers. I wanted it to be special for you".

"I love it so much. I love you". You wrap your arms around Kayces neck and kissed him. Kayce wrapped his arm around your waist and lifted you up twirling you around.

"I'm getting married". Kayce happily yelled, throwing his hat in the sky.

Half of your class clapped and the other half ewwed. Making Kayce and you laugh. This couldnt have been a better proposal.

[mrs-hollandstan]

Make Me Love You || Frat Boy!Tom [epilogue]

Warnings: sexual comments, pregnancy and children, marriage and weddings, just cuteness, mentions of IVF, mentions of parental issues, language, mentions of marital issues, mentions of fuckboy!Tommo

Word Count: 7,996

Author's Note: Thank you, thank you, thank you, for those that have stuck with me through all of this. It's been a journey and I'm so grateful for those that stayed for the whole thing. This series has been such an important part of my life and writing and I don't know how I'll function without it, but I'm grateful to have finished it and gotten it out there for others to enjoy. 💖

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                                          Welcome to Our Forever

                                               Thomas & Y/F/N 

                                                August 5, 2023 

White roses and eucalyptus line the wooden board announcing your wedding to the man of your dreams. Maybe not the best decision to have a summer wedding, but Harrison and Ivey had only wed some three months before, and you refused to take away her shine. As it was, when she sat beside you in her auburn colored dress to have her hair and makeup done, she was glowing, reminiscing on her big day with a brand new wedding band to go with her engagement/wedding ring, and a new ID showcasing the Ivey Eleanor Osterfield namesake. 

It wasn't necessarily the first time you four girls had been together since graduation, but the time that you spent together had dwindled since going out into the real world. Phoebe was making bank as an emergency room nurse at UW Emergency just off campus and she and Keaton had started living together in University District. Cole had moved Scarlett into his apartment once Keaton had moved out and she's been working as a financial analyst the past two years. He'd mentioned proposing to her, but hadn't officially done so yet. Ivey and Harrison were living in an apartment not far from you and Tom, Harrison working at the Seattle Art Museum, and not too far from him, Ivey was working as an editor in downtown Seattle. Still, after two years, the four of you were meeting up for date night often, you and Ivey mostly discussing wedding plans and crazy stories from your day, while the boys talked sports and alcohol. 

Since graduation, you and Tom had adopted a little gray pitbull from a local shelter, similar to Tessa, whom you named Rosir. With the help of your dad and the first few paychecks from your therapy office, you were able to purchase a car, a Subaru Crosstrek, which you and Tom used for weekend getaways and vacations. He'd even taken the time to revisit the same house he and the group stayed in in Oregon two springs ago with you. 

"You remember how you told me you wanted something like Ivey and Harrison that night shit went to hell?" He had asked you as you lay in bed one night, bare chests pressed together and Rosie laying just off to your side on the floor, squeaking her toy. You had hummed and nodded, leaning on his chest, 

"I regret that." 

"Don't say that. I just hope that it's been better than what they have. I've tried to make you happy." You smiled up at him and nodded, 

"I've never been happier than I am now." You had reassured him. He'd smiled and leaned in to kiss you. You'd discussed the shitshow that was the last two years of your relationship and how now, you couldn't see being with anyone else and you were convinced that your kids wouldn't have what you did, with a fractured family. Most of Tom's wounds had healed and he was focused on you, his career path, and your future. You were putting everything that had happened in the past behind you for the better now, focusing on your wedding, your marriage, the future. 

"You nervous?" Phoebe asks as an artist drags a brush with eyeshadow across her lids. You shrug as you're drawn from your haze, 

"Less nervous about marrying him than I am about graduation." You admit. She smiles, 

"I'm in love with you two. He's fucking lucky to have you." She murmurs, closing her eyes again. Ivey sighs, 

"I think you've beaten me out at being the most gorgeous on your wedding day." 

"No, don't say that. You were absolutely stunning." 

"Yeah, but are you seeing yourself? Tom is going to lose his shit." She explains. You smile, staring at yourself in the mirror as your makeup artist brushes blush along your cheeks. You giggle, 

"Okay, fine, I do look hot." You murmur. The three of you laugh along before Scarlett sighs and moves into the room, 

"Your dad and Cole are fighting again." You roll your eyes, 

"I almost just wish they hadn't tried to reconcile." You tell her. She smiles, 

"I mean... at least they're trying for you and all of our future kids." She reasons. You sigh, 

"Yeah, I guess." She sits behind the three of you, waiting until you're all finished before she helps you slide into the a-line dress you'd chosen, the girls gasping, 

"Oh Y/N, you look gorgeous." Ivey says. Phoebe and Scarlett agree and when Nikki enters the room, she gasps and covers her mouth, tears springing into her eyes, 

"Oh Y/N darling..." She mumbles. You smile, taking her hands when she approaches, 

"Do you think he'll like it?" You ask her about her son. She nods, sniffling softly, 

"Oh I think you could wear a burlap bag and he'd think you were exquisite, but this..." She nods, "he'll absolutely love you in this." She assures. You smile, 

"Great. You look amazing yourself." You tell her, looking her over in her maroon colored mother-in-law dress, 

"Well thank you sweetheart." She murmurs, a dusting of red coating her cheeks. She clears her throat, 

"I uhm, I have something for you." She says. It's only then that you notice the worn black box in her hands. You follow her to the small couch, sitting just beside her before she opens the box and reveals an old pearl necklace, "My grandmother got this as a gift and it's been passed down through our family. My mother wore it on her wedding day, I wore it on my wedding day. If you'd like... I want you to have it, wear it today and any day in the future as my first daughter-in-law." She tells you. You stare at it, mouth agape, 

"Oh gosh... Nikki... are you sure?" She nods immediately, 

"Of course. They're to be passed down. Hopefully you get a daughter to do the same to and the tradition can continue in our family." She tells you. You dab at your eyes with a tissue, 

"Thank you so much. It's beautiful." You tell her, moving forward to hug her. She hugs you back, kissing your cheek softly. She helps you latch it around your neck and by then, the girls are completely ready, 

"It's time Y/N/N." Ivey tells you with a cock of her head. You take a deep breath, 

"Gosh... really?" She shoots you a sympathetic smile and nods, 

"Fortunately." She tells you. You allow Nikki to fasten your veil into your hair and hand you your bouquet, the girls each collecting theirs before you stand before the full length mirror, staring at yourself. You take a deep breath, 

"The next time I step foot into this room, I will be Mrs. Tom Holland." You murmur more to yourself more than anyone. You watch Ivey smile in the mirror before you turn to them and nod, 

"Okay, I think I'm ready." You tell them. They each nod before leading you from the room, walking the short distance to where the boys are waiting at the end of the hall. Tom had more groomsmen than you had bridesmaids, but you didn't really care. Three of his seven groomsmen were walking alone, his brothers leading the pack down the aisle together. You honestly thought it was cute. Cole maneuvered his way over to you to kiss your cheek as your father appeared, 

"You look beautiful." He tells you. You smile, glancing up at your dad, 

"Thanks Cole." 

"You know mom would be more than proud of you." He reminds you. You nod, indicating to the veil, 

"And she's with me." When your dad had offered up the diamond encrusted lacy material your mother had bought for her own special day, you sobbed and agreed without a second thought. It was such a simple yet meaningful gesture, especially coming from your dad and you haven't thought twice about it since. Cole's eyes are glistening as he nods and Scarlett slips her hand in his bicep. 

Sam, Harry, and Paddy are the first down the aisle together, Tom's smile wide when he sees them. Ivey and Harrison are the first couple down the aisle with her as your matron of honor. Scarlett and Cole are next with her being your maid of honor, but you told Phoebe she was also your maid of honor. You weren't letting her feel left out in this situation. Gil was last down the aisle, helping your flower girl and ring bearer, both younger cousins of yours, down to their respective sides. You take a deep breath as you watch Tom stand at the head of the aisle, nervously swaying side to side, hands clasped in front of him. Your father flexes his bicep to imitate a squeeze, 

"Don't pass out on me. At least let me get you to him." He jokes. You smile, 

"Course not. But... this is the last time your little girl will be a Y/L/N." You tell him. He hums, glancing down at you when you look up, 

"You'll always be a Y/L/N, but I'm okay with you being a Holland. Tom is a good man." He reminds you. You smile and nod, 

"I agree." You murmur before "Canon In D" starts, giving you your cue. You take another deep breath before your father starts the walk, and all of your guests stand. Your dad reaches out and pats your hand as you walk out into the sunlight, your videographer (thank you dad) crouching beside your fiancè to capture his reaction which is quite honestly, the sweetest, most heart touching thing you've ever seen. He reaches up to brush his tears away, pivoting from foot to foot quicker as he takes a deep breath and blinks away the flood of tears that threaten to spill. You smile up at him, walking steadily with your father until you're standing just before him. He takes a deep breath as your minister asks who gives you away. Your father replies and hands you to Tom who helps you onto the small pedestal across from him. He sniffles softly, staring down at you with so much love in his eyes. 

The ceremony progresses quickly and before you know it, you're announced as Mrs. Tom Holland. Tom smiles wide before he's wrapping an arm around your waist, the other curled up your back as he dips you, sealing your deal with a final kiss. You hold him to you, staring up into his eyes when he stands you straight before he pivots on his feet, smile as wide as it can get as you're announced as husband and wife. He gives your hand a squeeze and waves it in the air as your guests cheer and clap. 

You scurry off, holding onto Tom as he kisses you over and over again and continuously tells you how beautiful you look while your wedding party makes their way back down the aisle, your bridesmaids and his groomsmen all crowding around you with congratulations thrown your way. You flaunt the ring, and before the guests pour from your venue and towards the large brick building for the reception, Tom's family and your dad and Heidi follow your wedding party to the designated picture area. 

The pictures, you can tell, are going to be absolutely gorgeous. Harry and Nikki were both more than happy to be the wedding photographers, and absolutely denied being paid for the work. But you'd seen sneak peeks of some of the shots they'd snapped of your wedding party and you were in love. You'd finally sobbed, and Tom had let you when Nikki flashed you a photo of yours and Tom's foreheads pressed together, his hand brushing along your cheek, wedding band shown off blatantly. It hadn't hit you, how serious getting married was and now it was. 

You'd been the last to depart the area where your professional photos were taken, Nikki and Harry leaving you for a private moment to yourselves, the first in nearly two days since the boys stole him and the girls had stolen you. You'd stood in silence for a moment, admiring the scenery of the woods around you before he'd untucked a hand from his pocket and reached out for yours. You'd threaded your fingers together, 

"Has this been the wedding of your dreams so far?" He asks softly. You smile, nodding, 

"Since I was a little girl I dreamed of marrying a prince. Now I have him, and this," You gesture around you, "This is more than I could ever ask for. It's been beautiful so far and merging our families has been a dream." You tell him, taking a step closer to him. His smile widens, 

"Good." He murmurs. Standing on your toes, you lean in and kiss him. He hums, 

"Can't believe I married the girl of my dreams." He murmurs. You giggle, 

"It is all very surreal. All of the times we talked about marriage and kids and now we're here, doing it." 

"Hell yeah, I don't fuck around." He jokes. You roll your eyes, 

"But... now that we have a moment... what do you think of the dress? Your mom said I could wear a bag and you'd still think I look stunning." 

"Oh definitely, but... yes... this is absolutely gorgeous. You look stunning darling. More so than ever." He tells you, holding you at arms length to look you over. You twirl for him, the bodice of your dress flourishing around you and Tom smiles, 

"So beautiful." Dragging you back in, he leans in to kiss you, arms bound around your waist, your hands rested on his shoulders, smoothing down them. He hums, 

"We should sneak off and have married sex now." You giggle, tipping your head back which draws him in to trailing kisses down your throat, 

"Yeah, I'd like to see you try and do a quickie in this dress. You'll get lost in it." You tell him. He chuckles, 

"I believe you. You've got a lot of tulle goin on here." Nodding, your rest your hands atop his shoulders, staring up at him, 

"You've made me so happy the past four years... I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you." You tell him. He smiles, 

"The feeling is so fucking mutual." He tells you, hands curled around your back. He presses his forehead to yours and sighs, 

"I promise to make you happy every day of my life. You mean the world to me." He tells you. You sway him softly, holding his waist, 

"I promise to do the same." 

"And after tonight, we'll go to Fiji and have a good time, just the two of us, and then we'll come back and try for a baby." He starts. You giggle again, 

"You have our whole lives planned out then huh?" You ask. He nods, 

"Definitely. Won't be long now before we're house hunting and moving a sweet little babe in." He murmurs in your ear. You sigh, 

"Is it bad that I kinda wanna stay in the apartment for a little while after having a baby?" You ask. His eyebrows furrow and he shakes his head, 

"No, not really. We... did talk about turning that spare into a nursery for her. We could go through with it." 

"And we're still stuck on them being a her huh? You do know I'll kill you if we have a boy first and you even think about being disappointed." You tell him. He hums, eyebrows knitting together again, 

"No, of course not, I would never. Any baby that comes from you is loved by me darling. You don't have to worry about it." He confirms. You nod, letting the silence permeate between you for a moment before you sigh, 

"We should probably be heading back. No one can do anything without us." You tell him. He chews the inside of his lip for a moment before sighing himself and nodding, 

"Yeah... let's go get a beer." Smiling, you hold your hand out for his again, lacing your fingers with his. He smiles as the prongs of your ring scrape against the pad of his finger and you give a tug of his hand to lead him up the trodden path towards your reception. Once on the concrete, leading up to the building, Tom squeezes your hand, glancing at the sign announcing you as husband and wife, 

"I cannot believe I am Mrs. Thomas Stanley Holland." You say. He chuckles again, 

"Sounds so fucking amazing." He tells you. You smile, 

"It does. I get to change my nameplate at work. Mrs. Y/N Holland. So exciting." He smiles before you round a corner and your wedding party is there, beers in hand and cheering directed your way. Tom waves his hand, cheeks flushing red and chuckles leaving his lips, 

"Stop, stop-" 

"You're a married man now Tommo!" Haz starts, 

"Yeah, what happened to the forever bachelor thing? Who are you and what have you done with our Tom?" Gil jokes. Tom rolls his eyes, 

"A beautiful girl crashed the party and roped my ass in." He admits. You smile and accept a beer from Cole, another handed to Tom, 

"Well congrats. You two make a beautiful couple. And... now you're my brother." He tells Tom, dragging him in for a hug. You smile, watching your husband and brother hug before Cole turns to you, 

"And you look beautiful Y/N/N. Mom is so so so fucking proud of you. I just know it." He tells you again. He leans in and kisses your cheek. Ivey pops up from inside the venue, 

"Alright guys. We're headed inside. Back into formation." You smile, looping your arm through Tom's. You'd chosen to have your DJ announce your wedding party, the group dancing in and once you make your way inside, it leads into your first dance. The other Holland boys lead, both sides of the families laughing at their antics. Ivey and Harrison follow, then Scarlett and Cole, and Keaton and Phoebe, finishing with Gil. Tom squeezes your hand in his arm as the DJ speaks again, 

"And now, ladies and gentlemen, the moment you've all been waiting for, I present to you, Mr. and Mrs. Tom Holland!" He cheers, the roaring from your guests loud as Tom escorts you in the door, twirling you and showing you off to your family. Your cheeks hurt from the smile you carry and Tom let's out an airy laugh as you hand your bouquet off to Ivey and he wraps you in his arms, holding your body close as the first notes of your first dance song play through the speakers, all eyes on you. But none of it matters. All that matters are the chocolate colored eyes you know every inch of. The ones you've come to love and the ones you get to stare into for the rest of your life. He's yours, and you're his, and this is what forever feels like. 

                                                          --- 

You giggle and cling to Tom as he carries you across the threshold of your suite. He gently sets you on the bed, watching you lay out beneath him, 

"So stunning." He murmurs. You roll your eyes and sit up a little to pull your veil off, 

"I see the cheesiness hasn't dissipated." 

"Well no. It'll only get worse from here. Instead of taking it as my girlfriend or fiancèe, you're taking it as my wife. Now you for sure aren't going anywhere. It's so much worse." He tells you. You giggle, kicking your heels off. He sighs, raking a hand through his hair, 

"Is it bad if I say I'm glad that part is over?" He asks with a cock of his head. You shake your own head, 

"No... it's stressful. Especially for me when there was so much for me to trip over." You tell him. He hums, 

"You did great. You looked amazing all night and you were such the little party host." 

"I'm the bride, I have to be." He sits on the bed beside you, clearing his throat, 

"Yeah, I guess." Sighing, you roll so your body is pressed into his side. He leans back on the bed on his elbow, loosening his tie, 

"It was a pretty good night. You did good on the planning love." He chides. You smile, 

"Thanks babe. I put my heart, soul, and money into this perfect day." He nods, raising his eyebrows, 

"That's for damn sure." He murmurs. You giggle, 

"I couldn't imagine any other wedding being more perfect than ours. It was really fucking beautiful." 

"To be fair, your dad paid for a lot and my parents contributed too." He reasons with a shrug, staring up at the ceiling when he moves to lay back on the bed fully. You smile, leaning in on his chest. He sighs, 

"I loved every minute of it." 

"That's all that matters. You only get one wedding and it should be perfect." 

"It was. I love you." He smiles and leans up to kiss you, 

"Love you too darling." You sit in silence for a moment before you sit up and take his hand, 

"Unzip me, I have a surprise for you." You tell him. He hums, sliding the zipper down your back and moving to lean on his elbows again as he watches you slip from the wedding dress, revealing a beautiful set of ivory colored lingerie, an intricate piece that draws Tom's eyebrows up again, 

"Well that's one hell of a surprise." 

"I had every intention of wearing blue but this is a wedding night set and I couldn't pass it up." 

"Yeah, no, you'll have all kinds of opportunities to test out different lingerie. Heaven forbid you pass up this opportunity for wedding night lingerie." He murmurs. You smile, stepping from the puddle of tulle, lace, and satin at your feet and leaning in on his knees, 

"So I assume you like it." You coo. He snorts, 

"When have I ever not liked lingerie on this sweet little body?" He asks. You giggle, 

"Never." 

"Exactly." Moving his hands onto your hips, he drags you into his lap, your lips covering his. He hums into the kiss, moving his hands up your back. Your fingers move down to unbutton his shirt. You smooth over his stomach, his hands traveling down to hold onto your hips, 

"Shall we try and figure out what's so different about married sex?" You ask him. He smiles, pulling back to look into your eyes, 

"I think that'd be quite great actually." He murmurs. You smile down at him, 

"Just think... you don't have to worry about getting me pregnant now because we're already married." He chuckles, watching you reach behind you and unclip your bra, tossing it aside. He licks his lips, 

"I'd love to know what these'll look like when you end up pregnant." He murmurs, moving to massage your breasts into his hands. You tip your head back, holding his shoulders. You slide your hands beneath his button up brushing it from his shoulders. He sighs, 

"So perfect." 

"So yours." You murmur. He chuckles, 

"You're damn right." You giggle before he's leaning back, pulling you with him. You lean on the bed over his shoulders, leaning in to kiss him, 

"I love you husband." He smiles wide, 

"I love you, wife. More than you'll ever know." You lean back in to kiss his throat, his hands skirting down to your hips until the cold metal of his wedding ring is pressing into your lower back. 

The next night, after landing in Fiji and checking into your bungalow, Tom slides down into the sand beside you. He sighs, squinting in the setting sun and holding a beer out to you. You take it, thanking him softly and sipping from it. He does the same as you look him over. He looks calm for the first time in months. His hair is flat and he's wearing a tee and a pair of cotton shorts, no shoes on. You smile when he looks at you and his eyebrows furrow, 

"What?" He asks through a laugh. You shake your head, 

"Nothing, I just love you. You look good right now." You move to lay your head over his shoulder. He takes a deep breath, laying his head over yours and reaching out to squeeze your knee, 

"Happy first night of forever." He mumbles. You squeeze his body against yours, 

"So far, so good." You tell him. He hums, 

"Can't go wrong with me." Giggling, you sip from your beer again, leaning your arm on his knee, 

"I will admit, seeing "Mr. and Mrs. Holland" on the door was a really surreal thing for me." You tell him. He smiles, moving his hand up into the light to look at the ring on his finger, 

"I've always been called Mr. Holland in a professional sense but... hearing Mrs. Holland and knowing that it's in reference to my wife and that you're finally, fully mine is like... insane." He admits in return. You nod, 

"I agree." You murmur. Nudging the neckline of his top down, you brush a finger across the hickey you'd left the night before. He smiles, 

"The markings of a spoiled little wife." 

"I really don't think I'll ever be over the whole wife thing. Like... hearing you say it blows my mind. I definitely thought I'd be your girlfriend for the rest of my life and you'd never be ready to marry me." 

"I was ready to marry you the second you came back from New York after Spring Break." 

"Liar." 

"I did. I never wanted to let you go again. I had fucked up and never wanted to risk losing you again." He explains. You smile, looping your arms under his and leaning your head on his shoulder, 

"That's truly adorable. You've still had your moments but... I have no doubt that all the growth you've done since that whole mess has helped you. Really." He nods, 

"I feel a lot better, that's for sure." He tells you, sighing. You hum, 

"I'm glad. You know... we both have to be in a good mindset to have a baby." 

"Speaking of, you are okay with having a baby like... soonish right?" He asks. You shrug, 

"Yeah, sure, why not?" 

"I just obviously wanna make sure you're comfortable and we're on the same page." He tells you as you move to lounge between his legs. You scoff, 

"Bitch I just married you. There isn't a thing you could do to make me uncomfortable. We're one now." He chuckles, laying his hands over your stomach, 

"But you would tell me if something is out of your comfort zone right?" He asks. You nod, eyebrows knitting together, 

"Course." 

"Good." Leaning your head back against his chest, you sigh, closing your eyes. He presses his lips to your temple and leaves them there, breathing you in. The setting sun provides a nice warmth, 

"I say we just never go back to America. We just run away and become permanent travelers." Tom chuckles, 

"And abandon my very expensive diploma, I think that's a dumb idea love." He tells you. You hum, 

"You could very well get a big break in Europe without the degree." You reason. He hums, 

"That'd be great to take you back to my home." 

"Well since we'll be traveling, you very well could give me a better tour of your little hometown." You confirm. He nods, 

"That sounds really good." A silence settles over you, the sound of the waves crashing being the only noise around. He reaches up and rubs over your shoulders, 

"I'm glad we're here." 

"Me too." You tell him quickly. He smiles, 

"I'm really glad you agreed to marry me." He says. You giggle, 

"Me too." His smile widens. He leans in and kisses you softly when you rise to your knees and turn to face him, 

"I think we should revisit the newlywed sex." He implies with a raise of his eyebrow. You hum, 

"Me too. Definitely." He chuckles softly before he's standing and taking your hands, leading you back through the sand to your bungalow, pushing you on the bed softly once he slides the door closed. 

                                                          --- 

                                           *Seven Years Later*

"Mia darling, please don't do that." Tom calls to your oldest child, hoisting Harper, your current youngest into his lap with her holding his fingers and climbing his chair. He focuses on the two year old, her hair falling down her back and her legs tangled up in her dress. He rubs her back once she snuggles into him, kissing her forehead. 

Not long after your wedding, you were pregnant with Mia. The second Tom found out she was a girl, he couldn't drop the smile, convinced that the talk of having a girl first all throughout college was just divine intervention. Seeing your husband as a father that first time was unlike anything else. He couldn't put his baby girl down. You were his girl, and he followed you around like a lost puppy, but the second you gave birth to little Mia Faye, he was hooked. And the process continued with your first son three years later, Wyatt James was held in Mia's lap, who was always in Tom's lap. And then again with his second baby girl, Harper Monroe. And now here you are, pregnant with your final baby, another sweet boy who Tom talks to daily, first thing in the morning before he wakes your three older kiddos to bring to bed and see you and at night, right before you go to bed, wishing your little wiggly bean goodnight. He already has a name, Oliver Ethan, and you're excited to have a complete family, four kids to grow up together and travel with, something you and Tom have loved doing since being out of college. 

Cole sighs as he sits beside Keaton who holds his and Phoebe's daughter, Emma's tiny purse, glancing up at his ex-roommate, 

"'S the matter? Being the father of the birthday boy is tiring?" He teases. Cole rolls his eyes, 

"Not only that, but when his papa decides it's time to spoil him and he wonders why mommy and daddy don't do the same, it can get interesting." Cole explains. You smile, rubbing the baby bump over your dress. Tom watches you, 

"I'm just glad that he has a papa. You and dad have gotten along pretty well since he's moved out here." You tell him, reaching up to stroke through Tom's hair to soothe you both. Cole crosses his arms watching his daughter, Daisy, follow Scarlett around, Logan and Ashton, Ivey and Harrison's older boys by her side like they always are when the group is together, 

"I guess so, yeah, it's been... weird. He avoids bringing up mom which makes it awkward but... he's a good enough grandfather. The kids like him and if Scarlett needs help and I'm not available, he's been there." He explains. You nod, leaning into Tom's side. Harper twirls your hair around her finger sleepily, Tom leaning in to kiss her pudgy cheek, 

"Regardless, you guys are talking and actually acting like father and son. Now we have like an actual family again." He nods, 

"Yeah..." Keaton yawns, 

"And what about you Ke? Now that dad's back here and starting that branch of his company here and you're working for him again, how's it been?" He glances up as Phoebe slides into the chair beside him, 

"Yeah, it's good. Back to better payment, being the assistant. It's pretty nice." 

"And no such luck with the baby making?" You ask. He smiles, looking to Phoebe, 

"We're getting there. It's been a hard process but... IVF has been going pretty well." 

"I'm trying to calm the fuck down." Phoebe starts, dragging her fingers through her hair, "I know that going through all of this, the IVF'll fail and then I'll get pregnant naturally." She says with a roll of her eyes. Keaton smiles, 

"The embryo we transfer next month is a girl. Our little Sophia so... hopefully. Fingers crossed." He says. You smile and nod, 

"All our fingers are crossed." You tell them. Keaton smiles, glancing up as Wyatt runs up to you, 

"Mommy..." 

"Yes my love?" You ask of him as he leans in on your legs, 

"Can I go with Mason to his room to see his toys?" He asks you. You brush his hair from his eyes, 

"Did you ask Auntie Scarlett or Uncle Cole if you could?" You ask him. He glances around, 

"Mason asked auntie." 

"If she tells him yes, you can go with him but- hey, Wyatt... but if you go in his room, you need to be careful and don't do anything bad okay? Pick up after yourself like we tell you to do at home." You tell him. He nods before running off to find his cousin. Tom is smiling when you look to him again, 

"What?" You ask. He shakes his head, 

"You're just a really great mum is all." He mumbles, helping Harper slide from his lap again, "Where are you headed love?" He asks, but she ignores him and runs off towards the jumper. You giggle at the pout on his lips, glancing up when Ivey sighs behind you. Her and Harrison slide in between you and Keaton and Phoebe, the little green blanket she left with half an hour ago to quiet the crying cradled in her arms again, 

"He okay?" You ask. She nods and rolls her eyes, 

"He's had a little bit of colic so... he's just cranky but... he's fed and asleep. He should be good for a little while now. Logan and Ashton been good?" 

"Yup, only pulled Daisy's pigtails once." You joke. She huffs, 

"I believe you. Ashton, if you don't tend to him in time, pulls your hair to get up on your chair or whatever he wants. I swear... sometimes if Harrison doesn't collect them while I'm feeding or something, he's sleeping on the couch." Harrison snorts, 

"Yeah, we've had to take up stock in ice cream to keep the boys away from mum." He murmurs. You giggle, watching Ivey roll her eyes before she reaches an arm out and rubs over your belly, 

"How's this little one? You're about in your eighth month huh?" She poses. You nod, pressing a hand to the base of your belly, 

"Yeah... he's doing good. He was super rambunctious last night. We were up all night last night watching him swim and kick. He's gonna be our biggest baby I think." You tell her. You carry a huge smile and taking a glance at Tom, you see he does too. He's so proud of this family you've created. He loves you and all three, almost four kids you have, 

"And Rosie is back to being her protective little self with new little man?" Harrison asks. You nod, 

"Soooooo much. She's normally with the kids but if I sit down, she's right in my lap, head laid over the bump." You tell him. He smiles, 

"She's been pretty great eh?" 

"Oh and her and Tessa get along so damn well when my parents bring Tess down." Tom pitches in. You smile, 

"They've both been great. We were blessed in a lot of ways." 

"That is so good. She's been such a great girl for you." 

"She really has, and Y/N never had animals growing up so she's been a great little companion for Y/N's first time." Tom explains. Ivey nods, glancing up at you, 

"And she's grown up with the kids technically." You pose. Ivey smiles, 

"That Christmas card... so damn cute. You guys with the matching kids and Rose. I can't believe how tall Wyatt is getting. I bet he'll be taller than Tom before we know it." She winks as Tom rolls his eyes, 

"Ha ha. Very funny." She smiles, 

"You know I'm kidding. He's so cute though. All those freckles. He looks just like you Tommy." 

"Well he's lucky then." Your husband murmurs, smiling when you swat at him. He leans over and kisses your cheek, 

"He's hooked on his mumma though. Doesn't ask me for shit. Goes straight to her." 

"Well you've got two baby girls that go to you. So... I'll keep him." You defend. Tom chuckles 

"Who is that? Is that Auntie Y/N/N?" You glance up just in time to see a tan little boy move into your line of sight, giggling. You smile up at him, 

"My little Hunter!" Gil chuckles as you take his little boy, laying him in your lap to tickle him. Tom laughs along as the little boy squeals and Gil leans in to kiss your cheek and then Ivey's, 

"Bout time you showed." 

"Mmm, Minah kept changing his outfit." He mumbles. You hug Hunter into you, smiling as Tom ruffles his hair, 

"Why didn't she come?" Harrison asks. Gil rolls his eyes, 

"Uhm, her mom's in town. But... I don't think she would've come anyways." He tells him. Ivey cocks her head sympathetically, 

"Still having problems?" 

"Yes, and she wants another baby like that'll magically save our relationship." He remarks. You smile up at him, 

"Well I dunno about you but I think this little one is great." You tease, tickling Hunter again. Gil's smile returns when Hunter giggles, 

"He's the only thing that keeps me sane." He tells you. Tom nods, 

"That's how it works." Reaching out again, Tom brushes long strands of hair from Hunter's eyes, 

"I think Wyatt and Mason went to Mason's room. You wanna go see?" You ask him. He nods, squirming from your arms and running off. Scarlett catches him in the doorway, standing on her toes and pressing a hand to his head. She smiles before walking to the table you all sit at, 

"Are we having fun? I see there's only one kiddo here right now. Hi sweet boy." 

"He's not so sweet right now." Ivey mumbles as Scarlett leans over her shoulder and coos into the blanket in her lap. Surprisingly, the little one smiles a toothless smile up at his aunt, the smile growing wider when she reaches down and pokes his nose, 

"Not feelin good baby?" Ivey shakes her head, 

"Colic still." 

"The gripe water didn't work?" Scarlett asks, 

"Very briefly." Ivey confirms. Scarlett clicks her tongue, 

"Damn. Poor thing." Ivey nods, rocking the bundle. When both girls look up, they find you smiling at them. Ivey giggles, 

"What?" You shake your head, blinking tears away, 

"Nothing... just wondering how we got here. What happened to the girls I was introduced to eleven or so years ago? We were so young and carefree and look at us now. We're all moms. We're all wives and killing it all." Tom hums, reaching out to brush the stray tear that falls away. Ivey clicks her tongue, blinking rapidly, 

"Oh babes. You pregnant and me coming down from postpartum doesn't help this shit." She moves in, laying her head over your shoulder. Scarlett whines before she's brushing Tom aside and wrapping her arms around you and Ivey. Phoebe's heeled boots click as she rushes in to join the group hug, Owen, in Ivey's arms cooing up at her too. She smiles, 

"I know I was quite the party girl but... these little ones are the best things we could ever do. Ten... almost eleven, twelve when I get a clear head, these are our greatest accomplishments." She tells the three of you. You nod, pressing her hand over your belly, 

"Definitely." Your baby boy kicks out against her hand in agreement, making the four of you giggle. Tom smiles too, watching you and the girls hug before you part and you take his hand, squeezing and pressing it to your belly. He hums as he rubs the bump, 

"He's gonna be a rambunctious little thing. Reckon we'll be exhausted after chasing just him around." He says, scooting closer to you. You smile, reaching up to drape your arm over the back of his chair, trailing up his back, 

"Well you're the one that had the years of experience of chasing girls around so I think you're suited for the job daddy." His smile widens, 

"Please never mention that in front of the kids. I don't need my little girls knowing and my little boys thinking it's okay that their dad was a womanizer in this very gender equalizing, accepting time." He murmurs. Leaning into him, you kiss his cheek, 

"I promise not to." 

"Thank you." Scarlett, who had previously walked away, starts back towards you, wide smile on her face, 

"I have another tiny slice of cake. I know you and baby boy want it Y/N." You gasp, holding your hands out, 

"Oh my God yes, you're a lifesaver!" You squeal. Tom watches, chuckling softly as you snatch the thin slice of chocolate cake with vanilla buttercream frosting from your sister-in-law. You offer some to him, but he shakes his head. He glances up at the bouncy house, clearing his throat after a moment, 

"Uh oh. The sugar monster's coming. You made a grave mistake accepting cake behind her back like that." You glance up, watching Harper trot towards you, climbing back into her father's lap. He holds her steady moving his legs closer to you to allow her to chomp the piece of cake from your fork. He tucks hair behind her ear, 

"That's good huh lovey? You are never getting to bed tonight little one." You giggle, watching a sparkle flash through Harper's vibrant brown eyes, 

"But with her daddy's puppy dog eyes, no one can resist her." You reason. He nods and leans in to kiss her cheek, 

"Well that's for sure." He murmurs. Once you've finished the cake, Tom holds Harper close, the little one allowing her daddy to love on her. He glances at you and raises an eyebrow and you know exactly what he's asking. The second she saw the cookies upon entrance, it's all she was stuck on for a while. She's such a daddy's girl because he spoils her and you just know he's asking if he can give her a cookie because she's been so good with no tantrums. You chew the inside of your lip, 

"Just one." 

"That's all I'm asking for anyways." He confirms. You nod, 

"Fine then. Nothing more though." He nods, pulling her from his shoulder, 

"Harp, I have a surprise for you, you wanna know what it is?" He asks her. She nods, standing on his thighs, holding onto his hands. He smiles, "You want a cookie? I know you wanted one earlier." Her eyes light up and she nods, bouncing on his legs gently. He chuckles, 

"Alright sweet girl, let's get you one then, yeah?" She nods again, clinging to him as he stands and your heart flutters. To believe that the same man that fought you on a relationship and constantly pushed you away, is now holding your two year old daughter to his hip at a kid's birthday party is beyond imagination, and it is the most beautiful thing ever. 

                                                         --- 

You smile as Tom grabs your wrist, pulling you flush to his body, 

"I know you're exhausted love, and I'll go get you some ice cream after the kids are in bed but... I missed seeing you with all of our friends. You looked stunning all glowing and pregnant out there." He tells you, pressing a hand to your belly. You smile, reaching up to stroke his cheek, 

"You're the sweetest." His smile widens before he leans down to kiss you, 

"I've spent a long ass time loving you and it's not going anywhere anytime soon. Especially when you're pregnant with my baby. You and those three... almost four in there, I'd kill for." He reminds you. You sigh, 

"I really lucked out in the husband department then huh?" You ask. He chuckles softly, 

"Guess so, yeah." Popping open the passenger side door, Tom waits until you climb inside to close you in. He climbs in beside you quickly, turning the car on before Mia speaks up, 

"Daddy?" 

"Yes love?" He asks, turning in his seat to face her, 

"Can we listen to Frozen?" 

"No," Wyatt speaks up, "put on Cars." 

"How about we meet in the middle and settle for some Brother Bear or... Lion King?" Tom poses, settling the argument your kids'll inevitably have. And it works. Tom finds the soundtrack for Brother Bear in his phone, quickly shuffling it and stuffing the device in the cup holder. His Spotify has slowly become Disney movie playlists since he's become a dad and he loves every second of it. Harper swings her feet, staring out her window as she hums along to a song, Tom watching her in the rear view mirror with a smile plastered on his lips. You reach up and stroke over the back of his neck, leaning over to kiss his cheek, 

"You are so perfect Tom Holland." You tell him. He draws his eyes off the road for just a moment to look at you, 

"Well that makes two of us Y/N Holland." He says, taking your hand in his and kissing your knuckles. Squeezing his fingers in yours, you sigh and twist in your seat to look at your babies. 

Wyatt resembles his daddy the most. He has the same signature curls and eyes and you can already see he's starting to inherit the same nose Sam has and those Holland freckles have emerged. He's definitely a little mama's boy and with the way the girls favor Tom, you hope Oliver will follow in his big brother's footsteps. Mia has Tom's eyes too, but her features resemble you a little bit more. She has your hair type and color, and your nose and eye shape. Tom loves that about her. Harper has more of your features as well, but she's a near perfect combination of the both of you, a gorgeous little girl that Tom coddles the most because she'll let him. He's been in love with all of your babies since the day they were conceived, the most amazing father and husband, getting up at ungodly hours to let you sleep in and him take care of the kids. He's always been an early riser because of golf and now, being a dad, he has the skill to master it like he was never sure he'd be able to. His true calling in life, the cure for his anxiety, has been you and his babies. 

Dragging his hand back up to your lips, you kiss it, 

"I love you so much Tom Holland." You whisper. He smiles, taking his eyes off the road for just a second to look at you, 

"And I love you. More than you'll ever know." He replies, dragging your hand up to kiss it. Tears spring into your eyes again as you stare into his eyes and recognize that boy you met nearly eleven years ago, the one that only wanted to be with you sexually and wanted to avoid you emotionally. You recognize the boy that tore apart your relationship again and again, but always chose to get better for you. And now he's the most perfect husband and father. And that's all that matters to you. 

Yes, you were nervous moving to Seattle, starting new, but your friends, Tom, they've made it easier to live. They've changed your life for the better. They’ve given you immense amounts of love and Tom, himself, has given you a love like no other that created four beautiful babies. And you wouldn't change a thing. Moving from Beverly Hills to Seattle, has proved worth it.

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[malfoyfarms]

St. Christopher

Pairing: JJ Maybank x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.2

Triggers: drowning, domestic abuse/violence, regular violence, alcoholism, manipulation

A/N: hi lovelies, this was written for you because my page hit 350+ followers and “Sleepy Girl” received over 2,100 notes <3 u all

Christopher was a man who carried a child for many many miles even as the child grew heavy, never giving up. This man became a saint, and his image was plastered across items worn by travelers in all forms. Rings, necklaces, bracelets, anklets, pins, sashes and even clothing.

The tales of St. Christopher necklaces were told in your family for ages. All surfers and adventurers who wore those necklaces were protected, always returning home. You wore one, both your parents wore one, and your grandfather wore one as well. It had become a right of passage, one that you intended to carry on with your children as well. 

You were on your way to meet JJ at one of the abandoned lookouts on the island, nervous as all can be. The blonde boy had been in your life for a while now, and had been your boyfriend for almost ten months. Your grandfather had brought up the idea of giving JJ a St. Christopher necklace, as he had become part of the family. 

‘Pumpkin, I see the way he looks at you. That’s the same way I looked at your grandmother.’ Those words echoed over and over in your head. The wise man had always been your favorite, and when he suggested it, there was no way you could disagree. You had saved up enough money over the course of the next several weeks and went with the old gentleman to the mainland to pick out a pendant for your boyfriend. At that moment in time you thought the hardest task would be picking out the jewelry, but now you realized explaining the family history and actually passing over the necklace was the hardest part. 

The pendant itself was silver with a gray-blue border, with a long leather chain, knowing JJ wouldn’t like the metal look. Something silly about it looking too kook-ish. The colored rim complemented your own peach hued one. 

You saw the love of your life standing at the edge of the cliff, looking out into the ocean. You took a minute to regain composure and breathe. The leather chain was weaved into your now clammy hand, the pendant leaving an impression on your palm. 

“Hey J, I’m glad you made it,” he turned around to greet you.

“You said it was important, and I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” A smile spread across your face, appreciating how considerate he could be. 

He could tell you were nervous. The shifting of weight from leg to leg, avoiding eye contact, and most importantly, the hiding of hands behind your back. You plopped down next to him, feet dangling off the edge just as he did. 

“Alright, spill, you look like you’re going to explode,” he chuckled. You looked up with nervous eyes, hoping that he wouldn’t run away when he realized what the token meant. 

“So, you know how in my family we have the tradition of the St. Christopher necklace? Well, it’s like a right of passage, or an induction I guess to our family itself.” As you rambled JJ went into thought. He had heard many stories from your grandpa about how he believed the spirit had saved him. “And I was talking with Papa about mine, when he said that it’s time that I gave you one.”

With that last statement, you jutted your right hand forward, opening your palm to present him with the necklace. A blank expression washed over his face as he looked at the object. 

“I figured since adventurers and surfers tend to wear them, you being both, it would keep you safe. Especially now that we’re on some treasure hunt,” you spoke as you looked away. 

JJ gently took the charm out of your palm and placed it on his neck, lying just below the shark tooth. He smiled, looking into your eyes. The gray-blue that lined the man’s imprint matched is eyes.

“Is this your formal way of accepting me into your family?” He asked. You simply nodded, pulling him to kiss your lips. 

Over the next few months the tale around the necklace seemed to have proved its purpose.

                                                          ~~~

When John B proposed the idea of surfing the surge there was no way JJ could decline. With the rare amount of storms, the thought of multiple good waves was too appealing. Of course you would have loved to join the duo, but you were out cold on JJ’s bed at the chateau. He just couldn’t bring himself to wake you up. 

They made their way to the beach, dropping all their stuff on the sand and taking off towards the water. The waves were angry, almost as if they were trying to knock the boys off their boards. JJ being the daring bastard he is, he kept going out farther from the shore each time. 

“Dude, be careful, it's getting really rough out here!” John B yelled out to his friend. JJ simply ignored him and kept swimming. 

Once he was satisfied with his location, he turned around ready to ride the wave back to shore. The surf didn’t go as planned as he was quickly knocked off the board by a huge gust of wind and spray. 

He felt his body scrape the ocean floor, while the current kept him tumbling like dirty clothes. No matter how hard he tried to swim up, he was sloshed around underneath. JJ could feel his lungs burning, dying for air. 

During JJ’s fight to resurface, John B sat at the edge of the beach looking for his blonde friend. He began to panic when his board washed back to shore without its owner. Trying to explain to you how he lost your boyfriend in a surge was going to be a nightmare. How would he tell you? ‘Oh hey Y/n, I uh, couldn’t find JJ after he went down in the surge.’ That was definitely not going to cut it.  

Next thing he knew JJ was washed up, coughing with a slight gash above his eyebrow, two yards away from his board. Relief and color flooded JB’s face. 

“Dude, thank god you’re alive. We’re done for the day.” JJ simply nodded as they made their way back to the Chateau. 

You hadn’t woken up yet, still in a deep sleep, when the two entered the house once again. They quickly agreed not to tell you about the little incident that had just occurred, and go take a nap.

As JJ peeled off his wet bottoms and replaced them with sweatpants, he noticed the pendant on his neck. St. Christopher. He owed the legend big time. He turned to you, chuckling at how you slept. He tried to squeeze in around your body, but since you currently resembled a crumpled piece of paper, he lifted you up a tad to allow him to slip next to you. You barely woke up, but you stirred enough to realize who was underneath you. Your fingers brushed his necklace and you instantly nuzzled to the boy next to you.

                                                       ~~~

The second time the necklace seemed to be looking out for JJ was when he had a run in with his father. JJ had loudly stumbled into the house, causing Luke to wake up. The man’s footsteps came barreling through the house to meet the intruder. When he saw it was his son, he was livid. 

The alcohol induced rage made Luke only see red. He littered blow after blow to his son, not hearing the screams coming out of JJ’s mouth.

“You stupid motherfucker, coming into my house, loud as all can be, especially when I have to work tomorrow,” JJ knew working was a lie, his father gambled on Tuesdays. “I do nothing but provide for your lazy ass and this is how you repay me?” 

JJ prepared himself for another kick or punch or slap, but it never came. He opened his eyes to see his father lying on the ground. 

He quickly picked himself up, grabbed a few things from his room and exited the house, making his way back to the chateau. The entire walk back he played with the necklace he had removed from his neck. The cold metal in his hand was the only thing keeping him semi-relaxed as he made his way to your house. 

   He bound through the front door, marching directly to your room, catching you off guard as you were reading a book. The marks that tracked his body were fresh, and so was the emotional turmoil. JJ threw himself on to your bed, dying to find comfort in something that smelled like you. 

You tended to his physical and emotional wounds as best as you could, desperately trying to provide as much security as you could. The boy looked so young and vulnerable as his wet hair clung to his face and he was wrapped in a quilt. You held him close to your chest, swaying gently.

“He brought me home,” his voice crackled. You let out a noise of confusion. “St. Christopher, he brought me home. Maybe not scratch-free, but he made sure I made it.”

The size of your heart had grown four times in size. The small necklace was wrapped around his hand, sitting in between his pointer and middle finger. 

“St. Christopher knows right where you belong.”

                                                         ~~~

The third, and hopefully not last, time St. Christopher had brought JJ back to you was the most defining. 

Each pogue member had their own intricate tasks on how to get John B and Sarah off the island, your’s being a distraction for the police force. The only specific detail you had to follow was the timing. You needed to capture an audience after dark when the lovers would try to exit island waters. The larger the distraction the better, but you may have overdid it this time. 

While JJ, Kie and Pope had been prepping the boat all day for the escape, you had been wandering the island looking for trouble. Within the time period of you being MIA, you managed to stumble upon Rafe Cameron looking as cracked out as ever. Bingo, you thought, time to light the fuse. 

Walking up to Rafe, you began to pester him. Talking about Sarah, cocaine, and how his dad wasn’t happy that he killed the Sheriff. Telling him he never would live up to the kook expectations. You tried to pull out every card you could to infuriate him. 

Now, hours later, and many many provoking conversations with Rafe later, it was dark and your time to shine, or die.

The police officers were trying to negotiate with Sarah and John B, but were at a complete halt when they saw you were being held with a knife to your throat. You were bloodied and cut as his knife hadn’t been an empty threat

“If-if you don’t stop all of this nonsense about finding my sister, I-I will slit her throat,” Rafe screamed. 

The attention attracted the cameras, Ward, all the deputies and even your friends who were waiting in the tent next to the police. Your panicked face had everyone forgetting about the two escapees. 

“Rafe, son, please put the knife down,” Ward tried to coax him. You instantly felt the blade tighten against your throat. Tears ran down your face, small cries floated from your lips. Rafe’s dirty fingernails dug into your hips causing you to drop to one side in pain. 

“NO! She knows the truth Dad! We need to silence her! I managed to capture her, aren’t you proud Dad?” You pressed your head back into him, trying to get away from the knife, but that action had backfired. He pressed his face against yours, getting spit and tears on your cheek. 

Something must have clicked in Ward’s head because his next statement saved your life. “Of course Rafe, I’m so proud of you.” 

As you dropped to the ground, you were surrounded by an officer, carrying you over to the group of kids who you loved most of all. You could only pick out one voice though, JJ. 

“Y/n, don’t you ever do that again!” he scolded while pulling you against his body. “I can’t lose JB and you on the same night.”

You gently giggled against his chest, trying to stop the tears and from flowing. You were too happy to be pressed up against his chest, smelling the faint scent of weed, deodorant and salt. 

“Don’t be mad, I had to go that far, it was the only way,” you wailed. The grip on you tightened as you felt Kiara and Pope hug you as well. 

It was hours after your parents and grandpa had come to retrieve you and JJ from the beach, and the two of you laid in your bed, refusing to be further than three feet away. Your stomach was pressed against JJ’s as you ran your fingers around his collar bone. His lips sat on the crown of your forehead. 

You broke the silence with words that echoed JJ’s from a few months before. “I did it because I knew he would bring me home to you. No matter how big the adventure, he’d bring me home. One day he’ll bring us home to our biggest adventure, but today was not the day. He knew we were still needed.”

[imagine-lovebug]

Dreams [3]  (Peter Parker x Reader)

I wear this ring my grandma gave me, and I wear it on my ring finger, and people constantly think its either a promise ring or something like that and idk maybe you could do a Peter x reader inspired by this 😂 I made no sense at all maybe you’ll get inspired by this probably not but eh 😂💖💖💖

[1] [2]

“From the point where you initiated it to the point where she pulled away,” Tony says harshly, “It’s all she’s talked about for the past week. I was only able to get her out of bed yesterday. Peter, you’re the first person who she ever gave a damn about. She cared for you. She loves you, and she’s told you that she loves you. Why the fuck would you throw that away?”

Peter’s speechless. Tears run down his face as he tries to form an answer or excuse, but all he can stutter out is a quiet reply of, “I love her too.”

Tony laughs a brittle laugh and paces before Peter, “No,” he says, “you don’t.”

“I do, Mr. Stark, I love (Y/N); I just messed up! Help me fix it, please! I miss her.”

Tony stares at the teenager in disbelief. “Are you— Are you really asking me to help you win my daughter back? She deserves so much better than you.”

“Mr. Star-”

“Leave my daughter alone, Parker. You broke her once, and there’s no way that I will give you another chance just for you to do the same thing again. Not happening.”

The door swings shut with a slam behind Tony as he storms out the classroom, down the hallway and out the front door, a few of his stray tears mixing with the pouring rain. 

Sometimes the smallest of memories, which you thought had drowned in the sea of many, resurface again and cause oceans of feelings to flood your mind. Whether it be a stray photograph you thought you lost, a particular smell or sight or sound, even something as insignificant as a stranger’s hair; it triggers a memory that you’ve tried so hard to forget. This trigger for you is when you walk into your closet to change into another set of pajamas, and you find Peter’s t-shirt hidden between your own. You smile sadly and fiddle with the ring on your finger before pulling the shirt out and holding it before you. 

He had given it to you during a movie night at his apartment. Peter and you had retreated into his room for a movie night and Aunt May promised to stay out of sight unless she was needed. With kisses on both your forehead and his, she left for her room and let you and Peter watch a film. He chose Back to the Future (his second choice after the Star Wars films) and he let you snuggle under his arm. You remember him asking if you were comfortable. You were going to lie and say you were, deciding to sit with your jeans uncomfortably digging into your stomach, but Peter said that you should wear one of his shirts anyway. 

“You’ll look cute.” He kissed your nose and brushed a finger over the small stone on the ring, “I promise.”

A flash of lightning follows a rumble of thunder, and you notice your cheeks are streaked with tears once again. You wipe them away and put some pajama bottoms on and go to walk out of the closet, but you turn after rethinking and put on his shirt as well before turning off the light and walking out of the room. As you get into bed, a few knocks sound at your door. Your father walks through, looks at you with upset eyes, and comes to sit beside you. He kisses your forehead and brushes a hand through your hair.

“It’s still raining, sweetheart,” he whispers with a croaky voice. You can tell he’s been yelling at someone because of how raw he sounds, and the redness around his eyes show he’s been crying too.

“I can’t help it, Daddy. I’m sad.”

“What will make it better, sweetheart? Do you want to have a movie night? Do you want to talk to Nat? I’m just worried, baby girl. You’ve barely left this room in a week.”

You think about it for a moment. “I’ll speak to ‘Tasha.”

The idea of going back to school after seeing Peter and Liz together made you never want to show up; but after Natasha’s advice, you packed your bag and left on Monday. You fiddled with your ring subconsciously like you usually do, somehow getting through your classes with your mind clouded with thoughts of him. You continue spinning the ring until you accidentally twist it off your finger. It lays flat in your palm, and you stare at it like the ring wronged you instead of Peter. You stare until your eyes burn. It’s supposed to symbolize Peter’s promise to love you until he can replace this ring with another. His promise that you’re enough. It’s your constant reminder of him, and that’s why he gave it to you. The bell chimes and signifies the beginning of lunch, so you slip the ring onto your finger again and head towards the cafeteria.

Ned and Michelle sit together at your usual table, but Peter is nowhere to be seen. You look around until you see him seated at the popular table; beside Liz. Your eyes sting with a new wave of tears, but you hold them back and head towards your friends. Michelle stands and walks around the table and pulls you into an embrace. 

“I usually don’t do this, but I’ve missed you,” she says. 

Ned takes MJ’s place and whispers, “I’m glad you’re back. We’ve missed you so much. Debate team sucks without you.”

You chuckle a bit before saying that you’ll be right back. You’re going to see Peter to complete Nat’s plan before you wimp out of it. The ten paces to the popular table take a lot longer than it should, but you get there eventually. Peter sits across from you with Liz beside him. He gasps when he looks up to see your face and goes to stand up. 

“(Y/N)! Oh my god, I’ve missed you so much! I’m so—”

“It’s okay. You don’t need to stand up. I’m just here to get something off my chest.”

“I missed you,” he says, “You didn’t answer my calls or anything.”

“Peter,” you interrupt, “I saw you and Liz that Friday.” 

Liz gasps and both she and Peter automatically reach for apologies and excuses, but you shut them down. 

“I’m not mad,” you say with a straight face, “I’ve come to terms with the fact that you can kiss anyone you’d like. I blamed myself for a while thinking that it was my fault. You giving me this ring gave me the responsibility to fulfill your need for love. I’ve realized, however, that because I’m not enough does not mean I’m not worthy; it just means that you need someone with more to give and I need to find someone who is satisfied with the amount of love I can give.”

“(Y/N), I love you. It was just a mistake! I do love you, that’s why I gave you the ring,” he pleads.

You smile dolefully as a tear rolls down your cheek. “I love you too,” you say, “But I don’t think that’s enough for you anymore.” You gaze dejectedly at the ring on your finger as you fidget with the band. You twist it once more and remove it completely before dropping it to the cafeteria table. It makes a gentle clink echoed by the sound of your heart breaking. “I hope you find someone whose love is enough,” you say and walk away.

Peter remembers a story Tony told one night when he stayed over at the tower; the story of the rings on his necklace. 

“These rings,” he says, holding the chain away from his neck, “Are my parents’ wedding rings. My mom always told me that when I found the right person that I had to propose with hers because it holds the promises of many lifetimes. My great-great-grandfather bought it for my great-great-grandmother on the first day he met her. He always said that people forget the promises that come with a ring: A ring promises commitment, sure, but it also promises that you love someone enough to never let them go. It’s a pledge of faith.”

“I’ll get you one of those one day,” Peter whispered to (Y/N).

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

(A/N) - Wow omg it’s over. I hope you guys liked the series.

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[wildflower-daydreamer]

Chapter 1 - Gorgeous

Gorgeous by Taylor Swift

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 / 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 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

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 darkened room / 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

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

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

You make me so happy it turns back to sad / There's nothing I hate more than what I can't have / You are so gorgeous it makes me so mad / You make me so happy it turns back to sad, yeah / There's nothing I hate more than what I can't have and / Guess I'll just stumble on home to my cats / Alone / Unless you wanna come along

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

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

Sansa - November 2015

Sansa always loved coming home. As much as she enjoys living on her own down in perpetually-sunny San Diego, the smell of the forests surrounding her family’s estate outside of Seattle always brought her happiness. The crisp, clean, pine fresh air filled her lungs as she got out of the car. She greeted her family with hugs before rushing upstairs to her old bedroom to shower and get ready.

Tonight was Robb’s engagement party. He had finally proposed to Margaery Tyrell, Sansa’s best friend, after having dated her since high school. The party was being held on her family’s waterfront lawn. She rushed to get ready before helping her mother put up the rest of the decor, it’s not like Arya was going to help with that task.

As she strung up a garland of roses, Margaery’s favorite, she excitedly thought of all the family and friends she was going to see that night. Her mind turned to Jon Snow. Sansa’s parents were close friends of his parents for many years but, tragically, Rhaegar and Lyanna died in a car accident when Jon was little. With Jon having no other known relatives, Ned and Catelyn gladly took him in as one of their own. Her siblings saw him as their own brother but she was never close to him like they were. He and Robb were the same age and they had been best friends since they were babies. Arya has always been a tomboy and would try to tag along with their boyish excursions. Once Bran and Rickon came along, they looked up to Jon as another big brother. But then there was Sansa. She was her mother’s daughter through and through. She’d always been girly and ladylike since she could remember. She didn’t play with the boys and Arya, she had her own girly friends around to partake in makeovers and play princesses. She’s grown closer to her own siblings through the years, but never with Jon, there was always a weird distance between them. 

But she hasn’t seen him since he joined the Marines after he graduated high school and he was a stubborn mule who didn’t have any social media. Sansa had learned he went to college up here in Washington after he finished his four years of service and now works in her family’s company, Winterfell Inc., along with Robb. After high school, Sansa and Margaery took a year off to travel through Europe before starting college. While Marg went to college in Washington where Robb graduated from, Sansa went to NYU. It was very much different to what she was used to back home, but she did like living in the city. After graduating, she stayed in the city for about a year, had a very bad relationship, and escaped to San Diego. She instantly fell in love with the climate, the beach, the sun. It had been seven years since she had really lived in Washington, but she did visit often and her family would come down to southern California from time to time.

Robb and Margaery arrived as guests started to stream in. Marg made the giddiest little scream when she spotted Sansa. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Arya roll her eyes and sneak away so Marg wouldn’t pull her into the girly moment as well.

“That is an impossibly beautiful ring, Marg,” Sansa remarked as Margaery showed off her dainty hand.

“I have something for you, Sans!” Margaery exclaimed as she pushed a floral gift box into her hands. It contained a pretty and delicate gold necklace with a small “S” on it, a mini bottle of champagne, and a note that read It’s my turn to pop the question. Will you be my maid of honor?

“Oh of course I will be!“ Sansa said, throwing her arms around her best friend.

“The wedding will be at my family’s estate in Hawaii in six months!“ Margaery stated as she put the necklace around Sansa’s neck.

“Considering how big this wedding will be, that’s pretty fast!“

“Come on, Sans, you know I’m a planner. I’ve had this wedding figured out for quite some time now,“ Margaery laughed.

“Oh and you were just so sure I would ask you to be my wife, huh?“ Robb teased.

“Everyone knew, Robb. Everyone. Since high school,“ Sansa retorted. “So who do I get the honor of walking down the aisle with?”

“Of course my best man is Jon,“ Robb answered.

“Where is he anyways? I haven’t seen him in probably ten years. What is it with you boys and not having any social media?“ Sansa asked, scanning the crowd of guests.

“He’s on his way, had to finish some stuff up at the office. And we’re too cool for that. Plus you know how shy and private that guy can be. Anyways, Marg posts enough pictures of me and her that I don’t even need Instagram.“

Sansa made her way through the guests, greeting people she hadn’t seen in a while. As she was gabbing with quite possibly her favorite woman in the world, Margaery’s grandmother Olenna, she spotted a very handsome man with curly dark hair coming down towards the party. 

Jon Snow. Gorgeous Jon Snow. Holy hell, she thought.

Jon

He scanned the party, trying to catch sight of Stark family members. He was more on the shy side and wanted to beeline straight to his adopted family. Then his eyes fell on her.

She was wearing a very form fitting emerald green dress that looked absolutely amazing on her. She had always been a pretty girl, but she had definitely grown up into a gorgeous woman. She threw her head back in laughter as she talked with Margaery’s grandmother. It made him smile, he missed Sansa’s laugh. As soon as he realized he had been staring at her, he averted his eyes and made his way into the crowds of guests.

He spotted Ned and Cat and greeted them with hugs, found Rickon and Bran stuffing their face with appetizers. And as he was saying hello to Robb, Arya came flying in from out of nowhere with a punch to the arm.

“Ouch, what was that for?“ 

“Good job being late, punk,“ Arya retorted.

“Oh please, the party’s barely even started.“

He again spotted Sansa out of the corner of his eye as she talked to Margaery and knew he had to go over there to congratulate the bride-to-be and say hello. He was suddenly nervous again, as he almost always was around Sansa back in the day. 

“Congratulations, Marg,“ he said with a hug.

“Thanks, Jon!“

“Hi, Jon,“ Sansa said. Jon wondered why she said it so shyly when he never remembered her being shy.

“Sansa, it’s been a long time,“ Jon said as they gave each other an unfamiliar hug. He hoped he wasn’t being awkward, but his heart was beating out of control. This was the girl that he had fallen for so many years before but he kept it secret, even from Robb. Especially from Robb. This was his little sister and he was very protective of her. She wasn’t like Arya who always seemed to be able to take care of herself when it came to guys. After the bad relationships Sansa has had, Robb became even more protective. 

Jon did his best to not look at her too much while he talked to them. He was hoping to be over his teenage crush but those feelings had come rushing back as he was in her presence.

Sansa

She had been trying not to stare at him too much. So much had changed about him, in a very good way. She kept wondering why he wasn’t really looking at her. He probably remembers how cold you were to him back then, she thought to herself. She didn’t really treat him like the rest of the family did. She wasn’t outright mean to him, but she wasn’t very friendly either. She just had enough on her plate with school, cheerleading, volleyball, friends, boyfriends, and everything else in her life. She regretted it now, she wished to be close to him like the rest of the Starks, even Margaery was closer to him because of Robb. She felt like the odd man out again. 

“You know, he’s single,“ Margaery whispered in her ear as Jon walked away.

Dammit, it would be better if he had a girlfriend, then I could get over whatever this feeling is, Sansa thought. “Oh hush, Marg, you know I’ve declared this ‘The Year of Sansa’. That means no boys. I need a break after Joffrey and Ramsey. I need to find me, even if that sounds horribly corny.“

“Sure, I’m just saying...“ Marg teased as she went back over to Robb.

Sansa was uncomfortable with the nervousness and shyness she felt with him, so she went to the bar to try and drown it out and replace it with liquid courage. The third time she was at the bar waiting for her drink, she felt someone come up beside her.

“Whiskey on ice, please“ Jon said to the bartender. Sansa felt her stomach do a little flip.

What the hell, Sansa, it’s just Jon, she thought to herself.

Jon

“You look gorgeous in that dress, by the way,” Jon said to her. Dammit, you’re not supposed to say what you’re thinking to her. Maybe this should be your last drink, he thought as he felt a slight blush come to his face. He still didn’t look at her in the face so she wouldn’t see.

“I wasn’t sure about it but went for it anyways,“ she said, smoothing her hands over the dark green velvety fabric. Jon’s eyes followed her hands until he felt ashamed and looked away.

“Yeah, that color looks amazing on you.“ 

“Aw, thank you, Jon,“ she said and game his hand a little squeeze.

“So I hear you’re down in San Diego now,“ Jon said, trying to bring his thoughts to something more innocent.

“Yeah, I love it there. Robb told me you two are coming down there for a little while to work out of the San Diego branch.“

“In a month or so. I’ve only ever been to California once and that was just for boot camp; I feel like I’m not made for that place.“

“Don’t worry, Jon, I’ll help you fit in.“ She looked at him with a smile and those blue eyes made him melt. Even the way she spoke his name made him melt. And now it’s time to back off, Jon, he thought. He made an excuse to go talk to the other groomsmen and tried to shake off thoughts as he walked away.

Sansa

She hadn’t talked to Jon for the rest of the night. She noticed how he hardly looked at her even as they had their small conversation. But she felt drawn to him when they talked. She didn’t know what to make of it. But when the party ended and she walked back up to her room, she made a mental note to wear green more often around him.