#this kid who flirts with everything that moves and is afraid of spiders and loves Evan Rosier

[propheciesanddreams]

Onto GoF in my HP marathon [week]end.

Barty my love, is that you? What happened to you darling?

[allthatyoulove]

The Perfect Spot

Fred Weasley / Reader

Summary: You get to stay an extra night at Hogwarts with no supervision. So what do you do? Play hide and seek, of course!

Includes: underage drinking, cussing, fluff, making out

Words: 3.8k

A/N: I’m thinking of doing a part two to this, let me know if that’s something you guys would like! Hope you enjoy the story! Feel free to leave any feedback and please let me know of any warnings or errors I missed! Thanks for stopping by :)

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Tonight’s the night.

All of the professors and staff of Hogwarts have gone to some motel in Hogsmeade, leaving the 5th through 7th years in the school by themselves for the night. It’s tradition for the 5th-7th years to stay the night in the school without supervision after school ends for the summer.

It’s a new tradition, so we were going to make the most of it before some kids ruin the school and it gets disbanded.

Fred and George snuck in a bunch of alcohol, spreading it around the group and trying to keep it lowkey so none of the other kids snitched or, even worse, wanted us to share.

We were all in the corner of the long corridor that the students decided to sleep in for the night. It was exactly like the dining hall, but there were no tables or stage. The windows were the only source of light as the sun began to set. We weren’t sure what time it was, only being able to go off of the moon from inside the corridor, but either way, most of the group was already plastered.

We were sitting in a circle, in the farthest corner of the room, in this order from right to left: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Me, Fred, George, and Ginny. We each had our own pillows behind us, intending for us to all sleep with our feet in the middle and in this circle formation we had created. There was one huge blanket in the middle covering all of us that George had engorgio-d so no one would fight over it.

We were lightly drinking the bottles the twins had brought at the beginning of the night, then Ginny said she had an idea but we all had to be drunk for it to be fun. So we picked up the pace, and now almost everyone was hysterical. Harry and Ron were extremely smiley, laughing at almost everything. Hermione was almost in tears, telling everyone how much she loved and appreciated them. The twins were making jokes, making everyone piss their pants over what they were saying. Ginny was being the loudest, trying to playfully argue with everyone through her laughter. Everyone was feeding off of each other's energy, which made a circle of laughing and whisper-yelling.

“-and then 50 bloody spiders the size of Hagrid started chasing after us!” Ron finished.

“Ron there were like 3 spiders, mate” Harry said, bursting out into laughter. The rest of the group clutched their stomachs in laughter while Ron’s face turned red, soon laughing along with us.

Tears started to leave my eyes from how hard I was laughing at Ron’s attempt to sound brave in front of Hermione. We all knew he was deathly afraid of spiders, so it made it all the more funny.

I was coming down from how hard I was laughing, wiping my eyes when I felt a hand brush the side of my thigh. I looked to my left, at Fred, to see his eyes on George, who was making a comment to Ron about him being a coward. The knuckles of his hand were brushing the outside of my thigh underneath the blanket.

My entire body heated up, the voices of the people around me being tuned out as I focused on his touch.

I have had a crush on Fred since I first came to hogwarts, but in the past year he has flirted with me more than ever before, touching me whenever he gets the chance whether its his knee against mine when we sit next to each other or putting his arm around me while walking through the campus. I’ve noticed it, but didn’t want to get my hopes up or read the situation wrong and make it weird between us.

But with his hand going from brushing my thigh to resting his hand on it, I don’t think it could be read wrong. His hand sat on top of my thigh, with his fingers resting on the inside, lightly moving it back and forth.

He continued to pay attention to the rest of the group, who were engaged heavily in another conversation, darting his gaze to different people and even adding in some things himself. My eyes followed whoever was talking as well, but I couldn’t hear anything they were saying. I was too focused on the way Fred’s hand slowly got closer and closer to the apex of my thighs.

“Okay, listen up you lot. I think we’ve had enough to drink, which means it’s time to share my master plan.”

My eyes shot to Ginny, being snapped out of my trance at the sound of her yelling over the laughter.

The rest of the group followed, immediately snapping out of their laughter to listen and leaning in as if she was going to tell us a secret.

“I was thinking, what if we played…”

She waited a second, as if a drumroll was playing in the background to announce her idea.

“Hide and seek.”

The entire group gasped in shock, frantically looking around at each other and agreeing with how good of an idea it is. Ginny looked proud, nodding her head in confidence as everyone got excited.

“Should we have everyone else play? I think the more people, the better.” Harry said, looking around the group for their opinions.

“Yeah I think if we had a small group of seekers and the res’ were hiders, that’d be better. We could split it evenly so we switch after all the hider’s hv’been found.” I said, getting an adrenaline boost at how fun it was going to be. There were 429 students in the 5th-7th years, but most of them weren’t convinced to stay another day after school had gotten out. So, there were about 150 students in the hall right now that would be playing. It was going to be a good game.

Everyone nodded and agreed in confirmation to what I said, and Ginny got up to yell out the directions and rules to everyone else in the hall.

We all got up, trying to gain our balance after drinking on the floor for so long and giggling when Ron almost pulled George down with him after he started to fall over. We brushed off our pajamas, hiding the bottles underneath the blanket while Ginny was giving her speech.

“Alright I think everyone’s got it. You guys can pick which team you’re on, I think they’re already splitting themselves into groups over there.” Ginny said, coming back to the group as the rest of the corridor broke out into loud conversation. George was the first to speak up.

“I’ll be a seeker with Harry and Ron. You all can be the hiders because you lot can’t even see straight”

Hermione giggled, clutching onto Ginny to stay balanced as Ginny spoke up, pointing at George.

“You’re on, Georgie. I may not be able to see straight, but…”

We waited for her to finish, as she stood there with her finger pointed at him. It was quiet in the group for a couple of seconds before everyone burst into another fit of laughter.

“Let’s just get the game started” Ginny said, turning red and turning around slowly so she didn’t fall over.

We started walking out of the corridor, following the rest of the large group of students that were headed that way as well. Everyone had grabbed their wands to use as light in finding our way around the huge castle.

Fred caught up to me, grabbing my elbow that was holding my wand to get my attention. He leaned down and whispered in my ear, careful to hide what he was saying from the others.

“Have any ideas on where to hide?”

His breath on my ear made me feel fuzzy inside, whether that was magnified by the alcohol or not, and I smiled up at him, knowing that I looked absolutely plastered.

“No clue. What’re you thinking Freddie?”

He smiled his mischievous smile and pointed with his head towards the doors we were about to walk through, leading to the hallway.

“I’ve got the perfect spot. I’ll show you.” He said, rather seductively.

My stomach fluttered as I smiled down at my feet. He rested his hand at the small of my back as we walked through the huge doors together, shuffling into the hallway with the group of kids. They were making a huge half-circle around what we could now see was Ginny, the hallway being lit up by the lanterns hanging on the wall.

“Anything outside of the castle is off limits. No Forbidden Forest or going out to Hagrid’s hut, because no one will find you and the castle is plenty big for everyone to hide. No magic cloaks or spells to see any footprints. The seekers will give you 5 minutes to find a hiding place, so make it good.”

Everyone was quiet, listening to Ginny give surprisingly good and clear instructions with how drunk she seemed to be 2 minutes ago. She was a good leader.

“Those are the only rules. So, let’s do this!”

Everyone gave a quick cheer combined with claps and talk of where they were going to hide. Some kids started to run away right away, squealing in excitement and rushing to get to their hiding places.

Fred, Ginny, Hermione, and I joined with the rest of the group while we waited for the other hiders to clear out.

“You are going down, mr. chosen one!” Ginny yelled at Harry, linking her arms with Hermione and walking off towards the stairs.

Harry blushed a little and laughed, turning in towards Ron and George, who looked like they were already coming up with a plan for attack.

Fred and I looked to each other, smirking. The alcohol definitely did nothing but amplify my attraction towards him. Seeing him in the dim light with his hair slightly ruffled, in a black shirt and plaid pajama pants while I’m drunk was definitely… sinking in. He towered over me and had his arms crossed over his chest, looking down at me with a smirk. If I’m being honest, one word from this man and I would jump into his arms. I had all night to gawk at him, and the low conversation from the people behind us reminded me that the timer was going down and we already spent a good minute just staring at each other.

“So where’s this place you had in mind, Weasley?”

“I thought you’d never ask” he said, grabbing my hand and turning to go down the hall opposite Ginny and Hermione.

We walked until the first turn, turning left and going down another long hallway before coming before a staircase.

“Just up here” He said, guiding me up the flights of stairs.

He broke into a light jog up the stairs and I struggled to keep up, trying to keep my balance. He had taken the same amount of shots I did, but he was also a giant so I’m sure it had less of an effect on him.

We reached the top of the stairs, and Fred looked all around him at the three different hallways in search of something.

“Y’know where you’re going, Fred?”

“Yeah, of course, umm….”

He looked around once more before settling on the hallway to his left, which looked like a last minute decision.

“It’s this way, trust me” He pulled my arm forward so I was now in front of him, wrapping his arm across my back and settling his hand on my waist, using his hand to hold me in place in front of him. I kept walking until he turned me, stopping us in front of a door.

“Go on, open it.”

I reached out and opened the door. It was pitch black inside, and before I could protest against going in, he ushered me inside the small space and closed the door behind us.

“Fred-”

“Lumos.” He whispered. The tip of his wand instantly lit up, brightening up the small room as I looked up at him. He smirked down at me, his gaze wandering over my face.

“Was this your plan all along, Weasley? Get me alone in a dark room?” I flirted, smirking at him as I stood on my tippy toes to look at him closer.

He faked a shocked gasp, “How’d you know, you little minx?”

I smiled at him as I settled back down on my feet, starting to fall back a bit before Fred’s hand instantly shot out to grab me and hold me in place. I didn’t register it in time, instead looking around the space we were in.

The light that Fred’s wand was supplying was rather dim, but perfect for showing the contents of the room.

Filch’s office.

There were a few dressers pressed against the wall, with a desk and chair in the middle. There were small artifacts around the room, but nothing that caught my eye. I gazed over the room, but it was all just a blurry mess to me. I turned back around to Fred, seeing that his eyes never wandered from me. I smiled up at him, looking at his lips and just waiting.

“You’re so beautiful” He said, cupping my cheek with his hand that wasn’t holding his wand.

“Not so bad yourself, Freddie” I said, leaning in.

He smiled at me, meeting me in the middle and pressing his lips to mine. I closed my eyes and leaned as much as I could into the kiss, hearing the faint sound of his back being pressed to the door. I held onto his elbows, deepening the kiss. He leaned his head forward, making me lean back. I stumbled backwards a little, and one hand left my face to wrap around my waist, bringing me in closer to him.

I softly moaned into the kiss, causing him to tighten his hold on me and lift me up completely with the arm around my waist, turning us around so I was against the door. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and both of his hands went to the bottom of my thighs to hold me in place. I heard the faint noise of a student yelling, signalling that they had started to look for everyone now.

Fred pulled away, kissing my neck instead as my hands went to his hair.

“Fred, they’re looking for us now” I said, out of breath, warning him in case he forgot that we were in a game of hide and seek, like I had.

“Mmm” he mumbled into my neck. I could feel him leaving hickeys that I would have to make up an excuse for later. I couldn’t grasp that this was happening, teetering on the line between euphoric and giddy on what I was feeling, what I was doing.

I had waited for this for so long, I couldn’t do anything but feed off his adrenaline and excitement in this moment and meet it with my same feelings.

He picked me up and pulled me away from the door, lifting his head to give me a quick peck on the lips before we were moving. My arms wrapped around his head right away, feeling the room spinning from how drunk and turned on I was right now.

His hand shot to rest across my back, resting on my shoulder as he walked over to the desk in the middle of the room. He sat me down on it, standing in between my legs. It was completely dark in the room again, Fred’s wand being the only thing turned off during this whole interaction.

He reached over and clicked on the lamp that was on the desk, both him and I turning slightly as our eyes adjusted to the dim light that filled the room. I opened my eyes slightly, turning back towards him as he did the same.

He smiled a big smile at me, nodding as if assuring to himself that this was actually happening.

“Wicked.” He breathed out, still smiling from ear to ear.

I let out a breathy laugh, pulling him in by his neck for another quick peck. He pulled away slightly and rested his forehead on mine, looking at me.

“You’ve no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

“Oh don’t be daft Freddie, you’re drunk” I giggled at him.

His expression turned moderately serious right away, scaring me that I had said something wrong or ruined the vibe.

“I’m being serious, you git” He joked, smiling at me and pinching my side.

“Ow- okay, okay! I believe you! It took you long enough to show it” I said, smiling back at him.

“Whaddya mean it took me long enough? I just figured out you liked me 2 minutes ago!”

“Who’s the git now? I’ve liked you ever since I came to this bloody school” I said, leaning up slightly to kiss his cheek and smile at him.

He looked at me incredulously, freezing in place.

“You’ve liked me that long? And never said anything?”

“Well, no… I didn’t want to make anything weird if y’didn’t feel the same way”

“You’re insane” is all he said before grabbing my face and leaning in to kiss me again. I smiled into the kiss and pulled the cord to the lamp again, turning it off.

This kiss was even more heated than the last, both of our hands roaming each other's body. My hands were going from his hair to his face, his going from my face all the way down to my waist, groping and pulling whenever he could. He tasted like cherry and alcohol, and I was getting drunk all over again, this time on him.

He pulled away once again, trailing his kisses from my neck down to my chest, exploring it with his tongue.

All at once, I heard 2 or 3 people’s footsteps running from the stairway down the hallway, towards the direction of the room we were in.

“Fred, fred” I whispered, nudging his shoulder to get his attention.

“Hmm?” He hummed, slowing his actions but continuing to place kisses on my collarbones.

“There's people coming this way” I said, using the hand I had in his hair to lightly tug on it, pulling his face up to meet mine.

He pulled out his wand, aiming it at the door.

“Colloportus” he whispered, making a gesture at it before I heard the lock of the door locking into place softly.

I fake-gasped at him before whispering, “You’re cheating!”

“I’ll make it worth your while, darling” He said, smiling, kissing me before bringing his attention back to my chest.

My hand went into his hair as I gasped out his name, encouraging him.

His hand barely dipped into my pajama pants, messing with the band but never going any further. I was ignoring the footsteps of the people outside at this point, not caring about the game.

“Fred, please” I begged, trying to hint at what I wanted from him.

His fingers dipped just below the fabric when suddenly someone from the outside of the door grabbed at and shook the handle.

“Hey! Someone locked the door!”

I grabbed onto Fred’s shoulders, craning my head to look over at the light underneath the door. He did the same, immediately moving his hands around my waist as if they could burst into the room at any minute. We both sat there looking at the shadow underneath the door as they shook the handle a couple more times before stopping. We froze for a second, waiting for something else to happen before we heard them run off.

He turned to me, and my eyes had started to adjust to the dark enough so I could see him looking at me with his lips swollen and his eyes dazed. His hair was ruffled, and he looked more drunk now than he did before we came into the room at all. He looked beautiful.

We both burst into laughter at the same time, burying our faces into each other's necks. I pulled away, pulling his face up to meet mine and fixing his hair as he looked at me with admiration.

“We better get out of here before someone gets your sister and it gets awkward” I said, looking into his eyes.

He huffed in irritation, dropping his face to my shoulder. We stayed like that for a minute as I ran my hands idly down his back, enjoying his presence. I didn’t want to wait too long, though, and have to walk out with hickeys on my neck to a group of more than 100 students.

He must have read my mind, because he straightened and stood up before backing up a step and holding his hand out to help me down from the desk. I took it, doing a little hop off of the desk as I took a second to regain my balance and brush off my pajamas. I took my wand out, casting “Lumos” to look around and make sure we left everything as we found it.

“You’ve got a little something there” Fred said, pointing at my neck.

I looked at him in confusion, following his eyes to brush my neck before I saw him break into a smile and realized what he meant.

“How am I supposed to explain that, bloke? You better hope it’s dark out there!”

He just laughed as I finished my scanning of the room and came to the conclusion that it looked as we found it.

I scanned Fred really quick, letting out a quick laugh before speaking.

“I think you’ve got a little situation too, Freddie”

He raised an eyebrow and followed my eyes down, before shooting his eyes back up at me and using his hands to cover where I was looking.

“Alright, very funny.” He said, suddenly uncomfortable with the way he was standing.

“Aww it’s okay Fred, it’s totally normal”

He turned red, motioning at the door with his head.

“Yeah, yeah, let’s get out of here”

I laughed and turned towards the door, hearing the sound of him messing with his trousers as soon as my back was to him. I turned off the light at the end of my wand, unlocking and opening the door slightly, peeking out and scanning the hallway. It was still dimly lit, with no one in sight.

I beckoned Fred over with my hand as I slowly snuck out into the hallway. He followed me, softly shutting the door behind me. I stood up straight, looking at him as he scanned the hallway as well.

“I guess we better go get found then, yeah?”

“Let’s do it” I smiled at him as he grabbed my hand, intertwining them. We started down the hall and got to the top of the stairs before Ginny and Hermione came around the corner.

“Ha! Gotcha! Finally, we found you! The whole team of seekers were looking for you guys, you were the last ones!”

I laughed as Fred turned to look at me, our eyes meeting.

“I told you I had the perfect spot”

[spideyanakin]

The Worst Pranker I've Ever Seen

Tom Holland x Reader 

Synopsis; After being sick of your back and forth flirting Harrison decides to handcuff you and Tom.

Requested by; Anonymous // Hey! I love your writing and i thought of an imagine request. I'm curious if you could write something like where yn and Tom have been flirting with each other for months but neither of them have had the balls to admit their feelings and at one party Harrison handcuffs them together (as a prank) and loses the key. So they both had to spend the whole night and the next day together where they eventually get together

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“Oh my god.” you chuckled. “Harrison you’ve got to be the worst pranker I've ever seen.” You chuckled as you removed the fake spiders from your hair. “You know I love spiders.” You laughed as you threw some at him.

Harrison looked at you dead in the eyes as you insulted his pranking talents.

“Love, I am known as the pranking king.” He scoffed as rage bubbled inside his tummy. “The fact that you love spiders was just an unknown detail to my pranking book. I should have known since your basically in love with Tom.”

"Hey! You know he can probably hear us right?" You stammered and he chuckled loving the way you looked when you were annoyed.

“hmm, I don’t think so he’s so blinded by his love for you to hear anything. But anyway you’ll see, I get my revenge.” He deadpanned before grabbing his cup and moving towards the living room where the heart of the party was.

You shook your head and let out a small chuckled thinking of what his ‘Revenge’ will be and his incoherent phrase. 

“Hey, Tom.” You smiled as you clinked your glass with his before taking a sip.

“Hey, love.” He replied before giving you a warm smile.

“Harrison is really bad at pranks.” You remarked as you saw Harrison eying the two of you suspiciously.

“Oh, you're underestimating him, love.” He replied before turning his attention to his phone, changing the music.

“What does that mean?” You chuckled as you looked around to find Harrison nowhere, an inch of fear settling in your stomach.

“Shall we dance?” Tom asked a light smirk painting his lips. "Don't worry, he won't do anything too grand. I know him." Tom winked before grabbed your hand and dragging you towards the dancefloor.

“Alright,” You smiled as you swayed to the music, letting out a large chuckle as you tripped, Tom catching you before you could hit the ground.

All of the sudden Harrison approached a little too close to the two of you and you were too busy looking at his face to see the metal approaching your wrists. Suddenly you heard a small clink and you felt a cold metal surround your wrist.

You looked at yours and Tom’s wrist shocked when you saw handcuffs joining you to your best friend and long time crush.

“Are you fucking shitting me Haz?” You looked up to meet a grinning Harrison who was way too happy with his little plan.

“hmm no. Enjoy your night together.” He replied with a small wave before turning around on his heels. “Oh and before I go.” He turned around again pointed a finger to make a point. “Y/n, Tom has had a crush on you ever since you met.” He cleared his throat as Tom shot him daggers with his eyes. “And Tom, Y/n is basically in love with you. Lovely evening lovebirds, ta ta.” He waved his fingers before turning back around and leaving towards the crowd.

You grumbled something in god knows what language and started running up to Harrison forgetting you were tied to Tom.

“Ow!” Tom screamed as you uncomfortably pulled his arm, leaving a red mark on his wrist.

“Shit. Im sorry.” You said as you saw Tom trying to soothe his wrist.

“It's alright. I get you, to be honest.” He lightly smiled at you.

“That little brat will pay for this.” You added as you approached Tom getting in a more comfortable position for your arms.

“Is it true what he said that your basically in love with me?” Tom said in a joking manner placing a hand against his heart to be more dramatic when on the inside he hoped it was true.

“Tom this is not the problem right now.” You replied in a hard tone, deep inside wishing that Harrison was right.

“Alright, alright. Yeah, your right.” He replied with a mix of disappointment and understanding.

“Well how about this? We literally have nothing else to do but dance, or sit on the couch and chat and wait until Harrison frees us.” He raised the hand that was cuffed to your making your go up too. “So how about a dance?”

~

You sat on the couch as the party was emptying, and still no sign of Harrison. Tom handed you a pack of Oreos using his good hand, which you took, dropping it on your lap to grab a cookie with your good hand.

“Where is he.” You whined as you saw the last person leave the party.

“I don’t have a clue,” Tom replied as he dropped his head on the couches back.

“He’s got to be the best pranker I've ever seen.” You sighed before taking a bite of your cookie.

“So it would seem.”

“Why are you guys sitting here? Can you at least help me clean? Im not waking up to this tomorrow.” Harry stammered as he dropped a few plates in the trash.

“Um, Harry. We would love to but we can’t.” You and Tom raised your handcuffed hands.

“Tom I get you wanted to stay close to Y/n but don’t you think this is a little extreme?” Harry said as he stacked a few cups together and dropping them in the trash bag.

“Haha very funny. Harrison cuffed us.” He deadpanned as his brother shook his head in disbelief.

“Well, good luck with that. Harrison is at his parents' house. He told me he was coming back tomorrow morning.”

“Are you kidding me?” Your face lit up in anger as you watched Tom’s brother peacefully clean the room. “Im not staying handcuffed to Tom for an entire night!” You almost screamed, knowing you would go insane if you slept next to the person you were literally in love with.

“Ouch,” Tom replied which made you snap your head towards him.

“Not that I don’t like spending time with you.” You quickly replied trying to smooth out the situation. “Is just I- nevermind I don’t even care at this point.” You placed your head in your hand in despair.

“Alright well, I’ll take out the trash,” Harry said as he walked out of the house with the trash bags.

“Oh my god, you should have seen your faces.” Harrison chuckled as he got out of the closet all happy that his prank worked.

Your face went wide as you saw Haz walk towards you.

“Harrison you better uncuff us right now!” You stammered as you were about to lose your mind.

“Don’t worry love, im here to save you.” he chuckled as he approached the counter searching for the cup with the keys in it. He looked around for a few seconds and turned back to the two of you.

“Um, guys?”

“Yes.” You deadpanned not taking the situation anymore.

“I don’t know where the keys are...”

“What?” You replied suddenly standing up making Tom have to stand up to.

“Keys?” Tom added at the same time.

“Well yeah, there was um, the copies with it.”

“Excuse me?” You replied as you watched Harrison’s sheepish smile.

“We can ask Harry, im sure he might have just thrown the cup away. Im sure we can find them!” Haz added trying to save the situation, but you were getting angrier and angrier as he spoke. “Harry!” He awkwardly chuckled as Harry got closer to Haz a confused look on his face.

“You know that doubled cup with my name on it? Yeah, where did you put that?” Harrison asked glancing at your angry eyes from the corner of his.

“Threw it why?”

“Because the keys were in it,” Harrison grumbled.

“Really?” Harry paused for a second before turning his head towards you “Oh.”

“Yeah Oh. You want to help me find it in the trash... Outside?” Haz tried to save the situation once again but everything seemed to be slipping through his fingers.

“Well you won’t find it there, as I took out the trash the truck came by and directly took the bags, im afraid the keys are ripped up to shreds by now...”

“IT’S METAL IT CAN’T BE RIPPED!” You burst out at poor Harry who didn’t ask for any of this.

“Hey! Don’t scream at me I’m not the one who handcuffed you!”

“Sorry.” You calmed down and shifted your hand as the cuffs were getting less and less comfortable by the minute. You shifted your stare back to Harrison and shot him daggers with your eyes.

“Well im sure we can call a guy who will breaks those!” Tom tried to find a solution.

“Yeah call them at 1 a.m wow Tom.” You sassed.

“Well sorry, just trying to help here,” Tom added, not minding having you close to him at all.

“You’ll have to spend the night cuffed.” Haz replied before a smirk formed on his lips. “Guess neither of you will mind.”

“You say that one more time and watch me shove your Star Wars figurines down your throat.” You replied all fun in your voice fading away.

“Well guess we don’t have a choice.” Tom turned to you and you shifted your stare to his eyes.

You looked at him almost blushing under his stare, trying to keep your calm as your heart leaped inside your chest.

“Alright.” You replied as you shifted, Harrison, knowing very well the look on your face.

A small grin formed on his lips as he realized this might just be the push that you and Tom needed.

~

“Tom?” You asked as you put the kettles on.

“Yeah?” He asked rubbing his eyes from how tired he was. Harry had already gone off to bed and you and Tom were still in the kitchen making tea, neither of you ready to face the sleeping next to each other part of the equation.

“those cuffs are getting really uncomfortable.” You whined as you opened the cupboard with one hand, and grabbed two cups.

“I know love.” He chuckled before lingering his stare on your cuffed hands. “But um... This might ease it?” He replied a little shy as he tangled his hand with yours, the cuffs not pulling so much anymore. “Better?” He asked a light blush forming on his cheeks.

“Better.” You replied all words failing you as you felt his hand around yours, and trying to hide your face as your blush was getting deeper shades of red.

You sat on the couch both of you glued to each other, and your hands still tangled together to ease the cuffs.

A small silence fell as you brought your tea to your mouth trying to stay awake. After you placed the cup back on the table, you made the bold decision to rest your head on his shoulder, the contact sending chills to both your spines.

The only thing that could be heard in the room was the ticking of the clock and the cars passing by every once in a while. Tom mindlessly rubbed circles on your thumb as you were far down a train of thoughts. He cleared his throat ready to ask you the question that laid on his mind during the entire evening.

“Is it true what Haz said?” He asked and you snapped your head up to look at him.

“I could ask the same for you.” You added scared to say the words out loud.

“I asked you first.” He replied with a small grin on his face. “Because what he said what at least half the truth.” He replied and you felt yourself froze as you realized what Tom was saying.

“Are you saying you like me?” You asked as you tried to understand what he was trying to say.

“Maybe?” He grinned as looked at your intertwined hands. “I mean I could probably get used to this.” He said as he showed your hands.

Your stare shifted from him to your connected hands and before you could even say another word you grabbed his shirt and kissed him, feeling fireworks as you touched his lips.

“Harrison wasn’t wrong.” Tom chuckled his lips still close to yours. 

"FINALLY!" You both jumped as you heard a scream of joy coming from the hallway as Harrison walked into the light of the living room.

"HARRISON"

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[blissfulparker]

Seasick pt.6→Peter Parker

Parings: college!peter x reader. Friends to lovers AU

Warnings: fluff, slowburn

Summary: when you give one lie to your mom that you have a boyfriend, she ends up buying an extra ticket for a cruise you guys are going on. Now you’re stuck looking for a fake boyfriend and eventually drag peter in. Except you and peter both like each other and don’t know how long you can last pretending.

A/n: hi! So I’m not sure how much of this I will be posting this week/weekend because I am very busy but hopefully I can get some things queued before I suddenly disappear. But thank you so much on the support for this series I really do appreciate it, I love you guys more than anything 💗✨

Read previous part here!

They don’t allow 7 shots of espresso,” you set the coffee cup down on the table. “So I got you two. You really shouldn’t be drinking your coffee like that anyways.” You take a sip of yours, pink lip gloss marking it so you know it’s yours.

“Thanks.” He mumbled picking up.

“You good now?” You asked and his face grew red again.

“Can we forget about this? And let’s not bring this up to anyone?” He asks and you nod. You adjust your swimsuit strap and playfully smirk at him.

“It'll be our dirty little secret.” you wink and he groans walking away from you.

“Is there anything i need to know about snorkeling?” he asks and you lay on the bed, one coffee in hand and phone in the other.

“Uhh, no, the instructor should just say what's going on. The rules change every year because someone has to fuck them—” he walks out of the bathroom with his trunks on. You're taken aback a little. Seeing Peter in his trunks a few days ago was nothing. You only looked for a second before looking away. You felt how strong Peter was but didn't see it. For a boy who plays video games a lot and eats pizza as if it's his life support he sure seems to be in great shape. You've never seen him work out or anything before either. Maybe it was those after hours at the stark tower where he would use the gym.

“Oh what you've got a boner now?” he takes the only and teases. You snap out of your thoughts and compose yourself.

“What! No that's disgusting.” You shake your head and play it off.

“Take a picture, your phone is right there.” he had a cocky smirk and you wanted to throw something but you couldn't.

“Shut up, parker.” You groan as you get up. “Was it not you who got turned on seeing his fake girlfriend and her sister in bikinis?”

“I. had. A. dream.” he states, still trying to cover that moment up.

“Mmmh, okay.” you hum and he groans.

“And I meant about your family snorkeling? Is there anything i should know?” he asks, finding a towel.

“It's mostly calm. Maya will flirt with the instructor if he's hot.” you start.

“I thought maya was engaged?” he asks and you nodded.

“She is.” he's shocked at the words but she does seem to be that type of flirty person that you can never find if she's being serious or not. “Arden will mostly swim with Jack and my mom will hang out with my aunt. Oh my dad and uncle stay back and hang out at the bar, they've done this a million times. So yeah, just stay calm and be nice to everyone and it should be a good day.” you shrug a shoulder to him and the last words ring in his head. ‘Stay calm and it should be a good day’.

-

Peter never thought he’d see the day of himself snorkeling. It was never really on his bucket list but was certainly checked off now. He thought about how cool it would be, how he two years ago would never even think about a cruise since he can barely afford to keep the power on.

“You look like a dork.” You tell him laughing a little adjusting the snorkel so his nose wasn’t so squished.

“Hey.” He laughs a little, pushing you lightly. “You’re the dork.” He tells you and you roll your eyes.

Water floats around the two of you as you’re far away from your family, far away from the group and the boat and would probably get yelled at in a matter of seconds.

“A dork? I don’t look like a dork. This swimsuit makes me look like sexy Spider-Man don’t you think?” You dramatically flaunt and he grows red and swallows hard not even wanting to think about that responsibility right now.

“Don’t ever say that again.” He tells you and you splash him a bit.

“Why? You’ve met him before. Is he hot? Or is he all old and burned up that’s why he wears a mask?” You ask leaning in wanting to know more.

His body tenses up and you lean in to hear more about the masked man peter bragged about knowing in highschool.

“H-He’s good looking.” He tells you. He doesn’t really know how to brag about himself without bragging about himself.

“Young? You think I have a chance?” You laughed. You have no idea how much you do. Peter wanted to say but keeps to himself. “Just kidding, he probably has a girlfriend or something. Or Maybe he keeps to himself and is dark and mysterious….” you gently back away before going under water to be dramatic.

He watches you swim away. While your playing your little game with him he takes in the beauty of all of it. He was surprised with how comfortable the fish were, how close he was with everything. He gets distracted enough to notice you’ve disappeared. He looks around quickly saying your name a few times before you pop up and scare him.

“Jesus! I thought you were gone!” He places his hand over his heart.

“And where exactly would I go pete?” You ask, laughing a little as you had gotten him.

“Honestly anywhere!” He points to all of the options.

“Oh relax you’re such a—oop!” You stumble over a rock a little falling to the side but peter catches you quickly.

“I got you.” He holds and you grip his shoulders for support. “I got you.” His hands resting on your back. You feel how big they are against your skin, they’re thicker, rough, and feel different from your hand holding sessions.

You hate that this could be your only real moment, masks on that make the two of you look stupid and you’re floating in the ocean and your foot is bleeding. Your foot is bleeding.

“I-I think I cut my foot.” You look down to see the blood coming from the small cut making it look dramatic.

“Oh.” His voice soft only thinking about your body against his and how close your lips were. He’s still in the moment before looking down to see the blood in the water. “Oh!” His eyes quickly widen before he grabs you tighter.

“You think there could be a shark?” He asks in more of a panic.

“Please do not tell me you’re afraid of sharks too.” You lean your head on his shoulder as he swims with you in his arms back to the boat. He gives you a stern look before you answer. “I honestly don’t know. I think the waters are too shallow.” You tell him honestly and he lets out a soft huff before getting you back up to the boat.

You two find yourself sitting still by the water. Watching people get excited, watching little kids laugh and go into awe when they saw something cool. Peter worked at your foot with the first aid kit the man gave them.

“Thanks peter.” You nudge his shoulder with your toe to make him look up.

“Oh, well, sorry you tripped.” He said as he took out two bandaids. The red and blue bandaids with Spider-Man on them make you laugh.

“Oh hey look at that.” You say looking at the design. “I guess I really am sexy spiderman now.” You joke and he lets out a soft laugh shaking his head.

He gets up and sits next to you on the bench. Watching people splash around.

“If you wanna go back out you can, I don’t think they’ll let me back out with my bloody foot.” You say and he shakes his head.

“No, I’ll stay up here with you. It was really fun though, I never really thought I’d do this.” He admits and you smile a little. His hair all fluffy from the saltwater and his shoulders and face is a little red from the sun, you don’t even realize when you reach up to touch it. You run your fingers through his drying hair and he gives you an odd look.

“What is it?” He asks, moving back.

“Oh, nothing, just thought you had something in your hair.” You told him retracting your hand.

He watches you get up to go get water from the front of the boat. He watches you walk off with a slight sway to your hips not done on purpose. Your skin was glowing from the sun, your hair tangled into a bun at the top of your head and you came back with two waters.

“Stop staring parker.” you smirked a bit at him while handing him the water. “Don't want a repeat of this morning.” you tease and his face goes even a darker shade of red, this time not from the sun.

“Oh my god, i thought we weren't going to bring it up again!” he groans and you laugh a little.

“Its fine peter, nothing to be embarrassed about.” you nudge him and he looks away.

You guys are alone for a little while longer until everyone comes back on board. You lean on Peter's shoulder to make it seem this whole time you were just tired and in love.

“Where did you two lovebirds go.” your sister sits right next to peter making him tense up.

“Oh you know, we just wanted some alone time.” you told her and she hums. She presses her finger into peters shoulder to irritate the un burn. He jerks away from her and she gives a playful smirk.

“Ocean sex, not that fun, too messy.” your sister says and you feel Peter's body tense up.

“Oh we got it all out this morning you know? After you left he just couldn't control himself. He's like an animal.” you tease shaking him a little and he looks at you with wide eyes.

“I mean she's the one that just can't look away.” He plays the game back, not wanting you to snap and say that he was hard while she was in the room.

“Oh to be in that honeymoon stage again.” She gives a shoulder shrug and then stands from her seat.

“You guys should walk around the market when you get back to the beach. Shop a little. Get something new for tonight,” your mom budges into the conversation sitting next to you. Peter can tell you're now annoyed with the both of them. He can tell your sister purposely came up to bring your mom over.

“Oh no, i think i can find something. Besides, were both broke college students you know?” you chuckle trying to get the both of them off your back.

“Oh sweetheart please, i'll give you money when we get back to shore. Don't be so silly. Treat yourselves a little.(y/n) you've gotta start focusing on how you look more often.” she says before your dad starts calling her. She gets up, walks away and you give Peter a defeated look.

“Im so sorry.” you say and fall back onto his shoulder.

His hand comes to touch your shoulder, trace his fingers gently as not a fake boyfriend but as normal peter, peter who’s trying to comfort a girl whose family completely tore her apart.

-

People crowded what seemed everywhere. The shops were close together as you two pushed your ways through. Finding a clothing store to keep your moms promise of finding something new.

“You should start wearing bucket hats.” You come up to him with a red leafy hat.

“Bucket what?” He asks looking at you confused. You bring the hat to rest on his head, pulling it down a little and seeing his curls pop out.

“No.” He immediately takes it off. Handing you it back, you’re laughing a little. There is a glow in your face as you smile at him and take back the hat.

“Why? I think you look cute. Girls on vacation love a guy in a bucket hat.” You tease spinning it on your fingers before putting it back on the hook.

“I can’t really look for a girlfriend when I’m with you.” He jokes back and you hit his shoulder.

“Ouch.” You say before turning the corner and looking for a sundress.

He’s left alone for a while before he realizes you’re not in the store anymore. He looks around fearing you left him in a random store on an island he’s never been to before.

“(Y/n)!” He says whispers before you peak your head out of a dressing room.

“In here!” You open the curtain a bit and he sighs in relief. “Sorry, guess I should’ve told you I was trying things on.” You say as you open up the Curtains more to reveal yourself. The red sundress flows down just above the knee. White flowers pattern the dress and it brings out the glow in your skin, he can't take his eyes away. You look like a goddess. In a moment like now, Peter doesn't regret anything about saying yes.

“The straps are a little loose…” you clear your throat catching him stare. Your voice is shy and Peter snaps out of it immediately. He doesn’t even realize how long he’s been staring for.

“I-it looks good.” he admits, a lump in his throat as he watches you shut the curtains again and change back into the sundress you originally wore. You come out and Peter is quiet, his hands shoved into his pockets and you pay in silence.

The idea of seeing you in his colors sparked something in him. His Ex never wore red, she never did. Gwen wore red once and said it was too flashy. But something about the color red on you, if you were his, truly his girl, he would melt and worship you every time he watched you put on red. But you’re not his, he’s not yours.

Maybe he made it too obvious, maybe he made things worse. He didn’t expect you to like him back, he never did. But it was hard to hide his liking for you when you looked like an Angel the whole time.

It's only hours until the dinner, only a few more moments left until you have to endorse one of the worst nights in your life.

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[choco-mark]

Dreamies reaction to being your roommate or how they would be your roommate? idk if that makes sense..tyyy💖

scenario: nct dream as your roommate

mark

concerned roommate

was really shy when he first met you + when you moved in he was all like making sure to give you space and gave you a little tour of the apartment and even told you a little bit about himself which you found really cute

you thought it would be IMPOSSIBLE to break him out of his barrier but he eventually did but damn can this boy be WILD

you don’t let him cook because the last time you left your water boiling and asked him to watch it while you went to the bathroom, it ended up on him, yeah you had to tend to his burned skin even though he insisted HE WAS FINE

gets along well with your friends, though they find him kinda hot and ask you why you haven’t gotten laid yet and orders food for them when they’re over (generous bby 🥺)

and at school??? y’all both go to the same uni so bUs riDes but y’all don’t really see each other THAT much but when it does happen, all the dreamies tease him like you’re his girlfriend and you get all flustered as if y’all are actually dating

y’all know well as hell when y’all go out, y’all be sharing the little crappy earbuds on the bus and listening to some r&b + he loves it when you fall asleep on his shoulder but makes fun of you later

falls asleep everywhere and i mean EVERYWHERE, you name it, the horrible excuse of a kitchen, the bathroom, and you even found him in your own room once which led to some TALKS

does the dishes whenever you want him to and doesn’t really care for chores (?) like he doesn’t want to bother you so like he just does them for the sake of the apartment

y’all are mutually afraid of your landlord, who once came banging at y’alls door at 5 in the morning on a monday and you thought you were gonna be robbed but it was just your feisty landlord who had returned from their trip to australia

breaks things A LOT, and i feel like he would try and cover them up if it’s not that big of a deal like ‘mark, why’s there glass in the garbage’ ‘i, um, broke it’ but you know he breaks shit all the time bc that’s the fifth glass

hangs out with you in the living room even if y’all are doing your own thing but you both feel comfortable just feeling the presence of each other

goes shopping for groceries without you, forgets what y’all actually need, and calls you like fifty times (you make him come with you now)

i don’t think mark would really do pranks on you but he might like try and scare you randomly and you being the paranoid babe you are get all jumpy and ‘MARK!!’

has a crush on you but doesn’t know it himself until you get sick one day since you walked home in the rain and he takes care of you and gets all worried (uwu) and then is like ‘OH SHIT’

you fall asleep on the couch while having (rare) movie nights with him, and kinda wants to carry you to your room after the movie’s over but also doesn’t know if he should and has a mental break but you wake up and leave yourself

realizes that he’s falling for you more and more everyday and seems to like your lips a lot more too

you don’t realize that you’re slowly starting to like him too but every time your friends talk about guys and dating you immediately think of mark (uwu bc y’all are besties)

mark finally asks you out on a day in the summer but he’s super nervous and fidgety that you kinda thought he was gonna break some big bad news to you like ‘i’m moving out’

but he actually asks you to date him and you’re like shocked for a bit just sitting there with your ice cream tub in front of the tv watching tom and jerry and he thinks you’re about to reject him before you nod rapidly

literally no one is fazed when y’all announce it to your friends, and they all saw it coming (hyuck and chenle had a bet on who would ask who out and hyuck won a whole 45 dollars)

renjun

responsible roommate

let’s be real, y’all did not get along when y’all first moved in together

renjun was literally the polar opposite of you, liking his space and reading and painting an awful lot, well he’s a fine arts major so, while you’re a little more on the extroverted side, inviting your loud friends over often

y’all had a fight like two days after he moved in about you always having friends over and then being loud and you try defending yourself but you kinda make a fool out of yourself because sweetie is right

a week of so after that you actually think about moving out because you think he like HATES YOUR GUTS and you kinda don’t talk to him at all for a bit

he feels bad after a while seeing you come home and just lock yourself in your room for like…the entire day before you get up early in the morning and leave + wants to make amends but his ego’s too big

ends up just cutting fresh fruit for you around like 2am since you were up doing work (with a frustrated brain) but accidentally walks in on you changing and drops the fruit all on the ground

you swear you’ve never seen a boy so RED before (or have you seen him apologize before) and he literally just STANDS THERE before closing the door

rethinks his entire life on what the HELL he just saw, and why he liked it so much but comes in after you tell him too (you’re kinda embarrassed too, you know, seeing the pretty pink undies hehe)

you apologize first about your friends and stuff though he feels bad for just yelling at you about it rather than like, talking like a normal person and he just is like ‘fancy some fruit?’

yeah, y’all kinda get closer after that, and he even lets you into his room (which was OFF LIMITS before), and you get to see his artwork which is wow phenomenal

y’all cook together and make it like it’s some kind of vlog (though y’all suck at that shit, so it’s just fake youtube), and the food ends up like pretty decent at the end

he doesn’t go to the same uni as you, but since you don’t leave early in the morning anymore, y’all walk together until you have to part ways

renjun has the dreamies over VERY RARELY but he goes out to their apartments often, he won’t admit it but he doesn’t want donghyuck to meet you because you might fall in love with him like everyone else seemed to

donghyuck does meet you though, and it’s safe to say that his flirting did not work on you! which was surprisingly relieving to renjun, and he didn’t even realize he was so relieved that you didn’t give a shit

you now only have your friends over whenever renjun’s not there just for the sake of him, but you usually go out instead too so…sometimes there’s an empty house bc y’all are way too considerate for each other

once you met him on your way back from your friend’s and it was like the spider-man meme like ‘boy, i left because of you’ and vice versa

there isn’t really a big hassle on chores in your apartment unless either of your families are coming for a visit because then it is..like renovating time

‘just take the couch out of the living room, it looks ugly’ + “bitch, where tf are they gonna sit then??’

he once got clothing stuck in the bottom of the washing machine and it was WALKING (i’m not kidding guys, this shit happens) + y’all had to call your landlord who wasn’t too happy

and talk about escalating the relationship..y’all are practically best friends by now even though you both are literal opposites

he doesn’t really ask you out like at all but gets all emotionally defensive when you’re about to go on a blind date that one of your friends set up for you

‘just go with me’

and you’re like…babe that’s not how it works but eventually you get the message (after a while) and you’re like ‘oh, you mean you actually want to go with me’

ends up taking you to the same cafe you were supposed to meet the other guy at and buys you food for the first time but kisses you with a spontaneous burst of confidence

but then it’s all flustered renjun™

jeno

feisty roommate

moved in with you bc you both are best friends and thought that y’all had ENOUGH time living in dorms on campus at uni

you literally don’t know how to deal with him at first because this boy is a messy mf and leaves everything everywhere which gets you all riled up

eventually you just threaten to throw his computer out the window if he doesn’t do the goddamn dishes once this semester and does them in fear

it worked the first few times but he saw it coming after a while and just threatened to throw you out the window, while holding half your body out of the fifth floor window

let’s just say the neighbors probably thought you were being abused from your screams, and it was proven when cops showed up at your doorstep about an hour later

that was probably the most terrifying and awkward conversation you had ever had with someone, even though it was mostly jeno talking to them while you were standing slightly behind him with your hand on the sleeve of his jacket

they eventually left and you almost cried because you were so scared you were gonna get arrested for no reason, and because you were too broke to bail yourself out of a jail and jeno was like ‘yeah it happens’

well, he didn’t hold you out of a window again, that was for sure but he made sure to take his time out of playing games and doing work to do some chores so you wouldn’t be doing all of them

jeno doesn’t mind your friends over, though he hates it when one of them try to hit on him even as a joke, and the last time that happened, you ended up just kicking her out because you were so fed up

dreamies come over pretty often actually, and raid your kitchen too which is sad because your stock of cheap alcohol is gone is less than a few minutes

they once all ended up drunk and on the floor of your living room except for jisung, who had been forbidden to drink, and you ended playing cards with him for like two hours before jeno dragged him out of your room

he didn’t invite them over for a month after that because he thought jisung hit on you (the literal high schooler, smh) but didn’t tell you that so you just thought he was mad at them

takes you clothing shopping with him because he has no fashion sense and doesn’t want to admit it to jaemin but you both usually end up at a fast food restaurant eating fries

you both are allergic to cats, but he has three and they’ve grown on you

cooking is usually rare in your apartment, but there always seem to be so many FUCKING DISHES, jeno usually just orders food for the both of you over weekends and breaks while slowly realizing he’s gonna go into debt if he keeps buying sm food

you start playing overwatch because him (which actually just started out as you being curious on how to play) and now you’re hooked, and he’s jealous because you’re actually good

ends up fighting for his computer back because you kept using it, but let you for a while bc he kinda found it cute seeing you sitting in his huge gaming chair wearing oversized clothing and battling like a boss

he doesn’t regret ever moving in with you bc it’s earned him some very interesting experiences that he couldn’t really trade for the world

his heart does a thing when he finds you asleep at his desk past midnight, and isn’t really sure if he should wake you up or not but ends up tucking you into his bed and he takes home on the couch

anyway the couch was fucking COLD but you woke up literally in his scent, and damn were you confused but you found him in the living room under a thin blanket

yeah, you scold him for that because he catches a cold and he’s a whole baby when he’s sick

okay, he’s like barely sick but he’d be like ‘y/n help me, i can’t get up’ and you get all worried bc he looks so tired but he just wants the care (evil jeno hehe)

you feel bad bc it was kinda your fault that he had to sleep on the couch and you apologize while bringing him food and stuff and his heart does a thing again and he’s like..this is my best friend, i’m a fucking idiot

yeah but he’s in love with you, it’s just a matter of time before one of you confessed

donghyuck

bratty roommate

hyper king who was the pretty but loud boy in one of your classes + he asked you to move in with him when he overheard you talking to a friend about needed to move out of the dorm

he didn’t actually think you’d take him seriously, but is glad because he has a bit of a crush on you and is planning on making you fall for him

you know the drill already though, he’s the guy that everyone falls for, so you’re determined not to!!

donghyuck is the definition of a brat, and pulls pranks on you constantly which you always innocently fall for, marking his happiness

you get him back though, filling his shampoo bottle with hair dye that he actually falls for (and you know it from the screech that comes from the bathroom around 3am)

but you’re back in class and he looks like a hot mf with this silver hair, making you regret the fact that you bought silver instead of red

donghyuck actually falls harder and harder for you though, though he’s trying to keep up his whole playboy fanatic and it’s getting hard for you

he sucks at basic things though, and runs away when you tell him it’s his turn to do the dishes (like, he runs out of the apartment)

dreamies are over, but not that much, you kinda think chenle and renjun hate your guts from the way they always eye you (also since you don’t hesitate to kick their asses out)

donghyuck prefers going out too, and planning very intricately how to make your life more miserable!!

is good at cooking but he’s too flirty to actually get anything done without you threatening to stab his eyes out

overheard you complaining to your friend one day over the phone about how hyuck is such a nuisance and basically you’re thinking about moving out because he’s so fucking HARD to live with

gets a little sad knowing that you just see him as annoying and tones down his bratty behavior to a record breaking low (i swear, it’s almost impossible) and you think he’s possessed

comes home one day to you watching a horror movie in the living room with the lights off and you get frightened out of your wits and even start crying

he’s like ‘fuck’ and thinks you’re hurt or something and gets all cuddly and is like ‘babe, what’s wrong??? who hurt you??’

ends up finding out you’re drunk, because you kept sobbing loudly about the guy that stood you up for a date and from the half empty vodka bottle

gets kinda pissed that someone really stood you up which caused you to drink away your feelings (well, you had other issues as well, but the date was a main component) and he’s actually genuinely worried

tries to get you water when you start coughing but you just cling onto him and tell him not to go away and he swears his heart stopped from the way you looked at him with pleading eyes and a pout

‘i’ll never leave you’

pretty sure he’s in love with you by the next day, and doesn’t fail to let you know by trying to flirt very successfully but you just think it’s hyuck back with his antics again

yeah, it’s not, sweetie’s in love with you and you finally get it!! after a really long time because you have trust issues and hyuck seemed to flirt with everyone before, though now…it happened only with you..wow??

he doesn’t ask you out, and kinda thinks that’s overrated so he just kisses you and well you like it

jaemin

sweetheart roommate

jaemin is the bestest boy on this planet, no one can tell me otherwise

though you guys moved in together because of a roommate switch up with your landlord, you two didn’t really mind it all that much bc y’all got along well!!

the two of you have a pretty calm and very ‘roommate’ kind of relationship because it takes both you a little while to break out of your shells a little bit

it took you a both a month, but the respectfulness of ‘no, i’ll do the dishes’ turned to a more of a friendship at first, though jaemin would admit he saw you as a little more than that, a best friend!!

has a daily order of coffee to your apartment three times a day and offered you a sip once and you could’ve sworn it was the liquified version of the souls in hell

he cooks for you 🥺 mainly because he trusted you next to a stove and ended up regretting it so

y’all go to the same uni too, so the walks there aren’t silent anymore!! before, it was just a side-by-side walk while you both had earbuds in

now that the two of you were closer, he basically treated you like you were his girlfriend and the dreamies didn’t fail to notice that

has a habit of pecking your cheek as a goodbye, which hyuck sees and is like ‘friends don’t do that!!!’ and jaemin’s like ‘we aren’t friends, we’re more than that.’

he meant y’all were BEST FRIENDS but hyuck now thought you two were fucking behind closed doors and made sure to mention it to all the dreamies too

yeah, jaemin doesn’t have hyuck over anymore, if anyone, it’s usually jeno or jisung who are usually more considerate on the fact that you live there and don’t bother you

your parents came to visit one day and fell in love with jaemin, especially your mom, who told you that he is husband material, well she’s not wrong.

bought you colored pencils after you lost all of them at uni, and got really hyped seeing how happy you were because of that and bought you a lotta stuff after that

like it wouldn’t even be planned, like he’d see something while shopping and would be like…’yes this is SO y/n’ and ends up buying it for you 

people at uni probably think y’all are married from the way y’all argue about socks being left all over the apartment, which usually leads to one of you feeling bad and apologizing to the other

helps you with homework and even offers to write your essays when your sick or not in the mood, though he refuses your help like it’s second nature because he doesn’t want to ‘bother you’

doesn’t even realize he’s in love with you until jeno jokingly says he wants to ask you out and he gets all stiff and is straight up like ‘no, bro, that’s not cool’

ends up asking you out because he’s scared one of the dreamies would do it before him and you say no at first because you think he’s high or some shit but he’s being real

yeah and then the fucking behind closed doors becomes a reality

chenle

dumbass roommate

i’m not kidding, he blasts music at 4am thinking that you’re asleep and you ARE until you hear the music

the apartment is HUGE, it belongs to him, but put out the second room for low rent because he was lonely and tbh it was a pretty good size for the price

you thought he was a little annoying at first because the dreamies would literally be over all the fucking time because they were in love with the apartment, and both of y’all just didn’t along with each other’s friends

well, you just avoided them interacting with him because he was kinda a lil embarrassing at first, and you thought he was immature (he’s only a year younger though…)

he’s really passionate about music though, and has a wholeass piano in the corner of the living room that you’re not allowed to touch, but you’re so fucking tempted to

can’t do any chores for shit, and doesn’t really try until he sees you washing the dishes and is like ‘this is no good’ and hires a cleaning lady, he doesn’t make you pay extra though, which makes you happy

accidentally used your perfume instead of his own for about a week and smelled like vanilla all day everyday until you noticed that he was the reason why the bottle was disappearing liquid by the day

took you to an arcade when you were really stressed one day and this boy is competitive, so that was a whole RIDE but it was fun to actually hang out with him without arguing or starting a roommate war

yeah, y’all had a whole roommate war, if he was gonna blast music, you were gonna do it too and no one could complain to the landlord because the place literally belongs to him

watches movies with you, even the weird cheesy ones which he usually just makes stupid comments on, or even horror movies where he’s like…‘this bitch asked for death, so she’s gonna get it’

pranks you but not really badly, knows you’re scared of spiders and buys a bunch of plastic ones and puts them in the cupboards to hear you scream in fear in the morning 

the cops showed up at your door too because the neighbors complained about noise, but you both had fallen asleep in the living room before they nearly threatened to break down the door and chenle woke up

dreamies tease him about you as well (like their bitchasses will), but they don’t really think anything’s gonna happen because you’re older but that is WRONG

y’all both have different tastes when it comes to food, but he still manages to take everything you buy for yourself even though he’s the rich one

teaches you how to play the piano one day and his heart does a thing when you lean your head on his shoulder for a brief second, babe thinks he’s falling for you

which is right, and he’s pretty obvious about it like you’d be just cooking wearing some sweats and he’d be creepily watching from the living room thinking you’re gorgeous and you’re like ‘tf is wrong with you, headass’

yeah, it takes him a while to confess because he’s nervous and doesn’t really have much experience in this kinda field (asks jisung too, but that boy literally knows less than him so)

tries to be all romantic with food and shit but he makes a mess and you find it frustratingly cute and judging from the way he was looking at you, you thought he was about to pull out a million dollar ring and propose to you

‘CAN YOU BE MY GIRLFRIEND’ 

jisung

cutie roommate

you both moved out of your parent’s houses senior year even though y’all hadn’t even graduated yet, but you didn’t think you could deal living with your four silblings and parents for another year

y’all are best friends, and probably do everything together too unless one of you are under a lot of stress because of school work (which might lead to a soft night of like, building forts or movies)

jisung is a mESSY PERSON but y’all clean together, like if it’s time to do the dishes, y’all are doing that together, one person washes while the other ones dries or even cleaning the living room, like y’all have designated cleaning days

you both have your friends over pretty rarely since it’s y’alls dorm uwu, not theirs and you know hell as well all they gonna be doing is stealing food

wears your clothes but by accident, like you might’ve mixed in a shirt or two along with his laundry and he’s wondering why tf it’s so fucking tight on him but still wears it until you’re like…jisung what the fuck

gives it back to you but it’s all stretched out now so :( but he lets you wear his sweatshirts!! 

there’s a nice lil rooftop to the dorm that no one really seems to use other than you two, but y’all usually go up there to escape from the real world, like you come home and sungie isn’t there, check the roof! he’s probably crying his eyes out!!

just kidding, jisung doesn’t cry, he’s a tough baby

all jokes aside, you both stress over exams and classes together, and drink a hell of a lot of coffee too (the machine broke one week, and y’all were too broke to buy another one immediately so y’all saved up while dying inside)

cooking…doesn’t really happen though there is a kitchen, maybe if the dreamies are over and renjun’s in charge, but other than that, y’alls parents send you food or you order stuff

you get a part-time job after a while bc you don’t wanna bother your parents and you come home at like 10pm and babe is already so worried since you didn’t pick up the whole and begs you to quit

you don’t, but he starts working too and you both suffer together!!

y’all have a surprisingly clean apartment, but jisung’s room is another dimension that you cleaned one day he was out for work

he came back and walked into his room, and almost walked out because he genuinely thought he walked into the wrong dorm until he sees you

this boy sleeps everywhere too, but everywhere he’s not supposed to sleep, under the carpet in the living room, in the bathtub, even out on the balcony in the summer once and you thought he died in the morning

you both take walks in the neighborhood together on the weekends, like scheduled regularly occurring walks that even the old lady next to the chinese place says hi to you on saturdays

y’all aren’t even sure when it turned from a friendship to a relationship, though you’re pretty sure it was because of a petty fight over school or something that just lead to him confessing very loudly

it was kinda scary hearing him shout but y’all both realize what he just said and…damn

[thottyimagines]

random headcanons for konoha 11??

Konoha 11 (+ Sasuke, just because)

Naruto

He will not drink orange juice with pulp. He’d rather die. 

Naruto had to teach himself to like beer. He thinks it’s gross and it makes him feel uncomfortably full, but everyone else drinks it, so he powers through. 

He always cries when he sneezes. It’s super embarrassing.

Secretly always wanted to grow his hair out so he could have a man bun, but hated the growing out stages too much to go through with it.

Sakura

Sakura brushes her teeth three times a day. 

She likes baking tiny foods. Mini cupcakes in particular are her shit. 

She has learned Tsunade’s transformation jutsu to look younger and will use it as soon as signs of aging really set in. 

When she gets drunk, Sakura wants to arm wrestle everyone and their mother. Don’t do it. 

Sasuke

Needs braces. 

Carries a stain stick around with him at all times. He wears white shorts. He can’t be spotted with stains. 

Sasuke is really sweaty. That’s why he wears shorts in the winter. 

He writes poetry. He’s really embarrassed about it, but it’s actually not nearly as cringe as you’d imagine. 

Ino

Ino’s favorite season is fall, actually. Lots of people think it’s spring because that’s when all the flowers come back, but she actually likes the colors of fall best. 

Applies deodorant at least three times a day. Ino would rather die than smell bad to anyone, ever. 

Has entire conversations and debates with herself. 

She is aggressively motivational.

Shikamaru

Counts in his head constantly. As in, eleven steps to get from the stairs to the front door. Sixteen steps upstairs. Twelve steps up a tree if he’s taking big ones.

Can draw. Not as good as people who are actual artists, but he can make some decent sketches of things. 

Shikamaru is not actually always tired, and he is not always lazy. He’s just afraid of messing up. It’s easier to not try than it is to try and fail. 

Smells good. 

Choji

Is excellent at baking. 

Choji likes to paint. Scenery, specifically. It’s crazy beautiful. 

He is ticklish. If you try to tickle him, he’s absolutely not responsible for anything that happens to you. It’s your own fault, really. 

He feeds all the stray cats he finds. Eventually, there are about 7-12 cats that will come to his house at least once a day for food, and he will give them something. His parents don’t understand, and he is very secretive about it. They are so loyal to him.

Kiba

Kiba is touchy. He’ll lay his hand on your arm as he’s talking, he’ll hug very casually, he’ll clap you on the back as he moves. It’s just how he is. 

Therefore, he is a natural flirt. He positively preens under attention, and his compliments are endearingly blunt. He’s not a smooth talker, he just has no filter and is kind. 

His hands are always clammy. 

Before he gives Akamaru a new kind of food, he will try it himself. 

Hinata

She likes to sew and cross-stitch. She’s very, very talented, but doesn’t know what to do with everything she makes. 

Hinata is crazy good at math. Give her anything. She’s got you.

Smells like lavender and chamomile. 

Hinata would fucking rock her dad if she got the chance. He deserves it.

Shino

He’s not cold, he’s just...weird. 

But because of that, all of the outcasts or socially awkward kids really like him. He’s okay with sitting in silence and letting their internal monologues rock. He’s also okay with talking. 

Shino hates spiders becasue they eat his bugs. He kills spiders on sight. 

Has a constant savage internal monologue going on.

Neji

Neji is one of the most savage people you will ever meet. He doesn’t even try to be mean, it’s just...he voices his thoughts, and many of those thoughts are those that people usually keep to themselves.

He started wearing his onesie in his later years because he wanted to know if it would make him as fast as Lee. 

Actually likes it if you braid his hair. No one can know, though.

Such a cat person.

TenTen

Loves yoga! She can do all of those crazy poses that look fake, the people are so stretched. 

She likes fortune telling, so she likes to read palms whenever she gets the chance. 

TenTen had a weird, lowkey crush on Temari ever since their chunin fight. It is not necessarily unrequited. 

Deep cleans her entire house once every two weeks.

Lee

Has sixteen green onesies. He does have a favorite, though, and he knows it immediately. 

Lee has such a sweet tooth, but he tries to rebuke it. It would be bad for his physique. 

He plays the clarinet, and is quite skilled. 

Sincerely believes in TenTen’s fortune telling and will plan his life around it accordingly. 

[evendeadlmthehero]

The Keepers (1/10): “Trick or Treat”

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Based on after the events of Avengers: Endgame and Spider-Man: FFH

Summary: The Keepers, they call themselves. Little children know them as Santa, The Easter Bunny, Leprechaun, Jack O’ Latern and you. You’re Valentine Cupid; a seducing-angel who’s good with arrows. The Keepers have been a secret for centuries, but when one member goes rogue, this forces The Keepers out of hiding and needing the help of The Avengers.

Warnings: swearing, brief mention of suicide from a family member

‘The Keepers’ Masterlist

You hummed to yourself as music played faintly against the pristine white walls of the kitchen. Your foot slowly tapped to the rhythm of the bass, your hand gently moving the strand of hair that had befallen against your face.

Today was Halloween, meaning tomorrow was Thanksgivings day. Although there was no Keeper for Thanksgivings day, as it was created by humans rather than an ancient beings, you still wanted to celebrate it with your fellow members.

So you marinaded a turkey with exotic spices before placing it in the fridge as the song ended. You smiled to yourself, wiping the sweat off your brow before checking the time.

6:42pm, the clock had read. In ten minutes, it was sundown. This had also meant Jacko would have to leave the house and come back when the clock strikes twelve.

“Time to scare some children,” you heard Jacko speak as he entered the kitchen, buttoning up his black shirt. Yes, it was Jacko Latern himself, the Keeper of Halloween and mischief. The once man probably had it the secound worse out of all of you guys.

See, Jacko was a simple man before. He was a French farmer in the 1370’s. He had died from the Black Plague at the age of 32. When he had woken up, it had came to a shock that his whole craniofacial area was a pumpkin head rather than a human one. It had taken him a while to finally accept that he will never have his human face again. You had seen photos when he was still a human, and no one could deny his irresistible boyish looks.

The person who had it the worst out of all of you, even Jacko? Osterhase Spring. Also known as the Easter Bunny. He was also a simple man, living in the poor outskirts of New York when the Great Depression hit during the 1930’s. His daughter had then fallen terribly ill so Osterhase was forced to steal medicine, but was caught in the process.

This had costed him his life. And when he had woken up? He was a two-foot tall bunny. In normal circumstances, this would have been hilarious. But his daughter had died from the illness causing his wife to take her life. The poor women thought that not only her child was dead, but so was her husband. Not knowing her husband was a full, grown rabbit, too afraid and embarrassed to show his face to his own wife.

See, none of you guys chose to be here. All of you would give anything to go back to the previous lives you lived. The one where you worked a $10 an hour job and came back to your lover waiting for you at home. But it was fate. Fate had brought you guys together. The Keepers were a family that looked out for one another. It was a family you never asked for but was glad you had.

“Easy there big boy,” you spoke with your velvety voice. You were the artist of seduction and love, of course you had an alluring presence. “You can’t just scare them. You have to give candy as well.”

“You’re always the sweet one, aren’t you Valentine?” Jacko smirked at you, his carved eyes lighting up with flames. You were always fascinated by his facial structure. How fate had given him such a detailed carved pumpkin head that was lit up with fire. It was almost poetic, really. “But then again, what did I accept from the most gorgeous women alive?”

“Stop your flirting Jacko,” you heard a gruff voice speak. Nicholas Santa entered the the kitchen, a sour and tired look in his face. This wasn’t something new. This man had been alive since light first touched the earth. He was grumpy the day he realised he was the only original keeper left. “Keepers aren’t allowed to date one another.”

“Relax Christmas,” Jacko scoffed as you awkwardly walked around them to place the spices back into the cabinets. “It’s harmless flirting. We don’t see each other like that.”

“Awe Jacko, you really broke my heart,” you looked back at him with a pout, closing the door of the cabinet. “Am I really not pretty enough for you?”

Nicholas scoffed, grabbing milk before leaving the kitchen. You laughed at the old man and his tendencies of taking jokes way too seriously. Out of all the people here, Nicholas probably was most reserved one. He didn’t get today’s customs and norms. He didn’t want to. He was still an oldie by heart.

“Well,” Jacko spoke, walking over to you before placing a kiss on your cheek. He gave you one last final look before walking backwards slowly. “It’s time for Halloween to begin. I have a feeling this is will be the greatest holiday yet.”

“That’s what you always say!” You yelled back at him as his figure started walking towards the door. “But Valentine’s Day will always be the best holiday!”

“You guys both know it’s Easter, right?” Osterhase spoke as he walked into the living room, jumping on the couch. He grabbed the remote before turning on the TV. “Kids love their chocolate eggs.”

Jacko shook his head before opening the door of the house and leaving. You walked over to the couch, stealing the remote off of Osterhase. “Hey! I was watching Grey’s Anatomy!”

“That’s boring,” you replied back, changing the channel before it landed on the news. You were going to switch channels until you realised who it was on the news.

“Many of you have been asking for months now about the status of the Avengers. I am here today to introduce the members,” a dark-skinned male had spoke into the mic. “First member is of course myself, Sam Wilson. We also have Wanda Maximoff, James Rhoudes and Bruce Banner.”

You bit the inside of your cheek as you saw Bruce Banner stand behind Sam with the other Avengers on-screen. You disliked the Avengers, especially Bruce Banner. Osterhase felt your anger and grabbed your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Hey, it’s okay.”

You heard a ringing in your ear as you quickly ran. To where, you do not know. All you knew is that Earth was under attack and you needed to get out of the centre of New York City before these aliens could kill you.

You cried as you heard a loud shuttle above you, as you collapsed on the ground, letting out a scream. You were desperate to leave. You just wanted to go home. Home to your fiancé. You look up to see that it was Iron Man who had flown above you. This had gave you the hope that the Avengers were here to rescue you.

They were here to rescue you, right?

You heard footsteps near you, making you look to your left. Aliens had growled at you, pointing their weapons at you. This was it, you had thought. This was how you died. You closed your eyes, accepting your fate until you saw a green giant scream as he grabbed them and chucked them against the wall.

It was the Hulk. He had saved your life. At least, in that moment, that’s what you had thought. You had thought that the Hulk understood right from wrong, evil from good. But it turns out the monster was filled with rage, rage that cannot be tamed. Rage that had caused blindness to the eyes. The Hulk was never a hero. The Hulk was anger.

He turned around and looked at you. You had wanted to thank him. But the Hulk let out a blood curdling roar before chucking a car your way.

It happened in slow motion. You felt all the bones within you break, one by one, splinter by splinter, before you were nothing but a number on the death toll. ‘The Battle of New York’, they had called it. ‘The Avengers’ they had called them. And you? You were death number 53 out of 74. Only a hashtag on twitter for 23 days.

Your eyes had fluttered open as you took in your surroundings. You were in a little cottage home, a blanket wrapped around you. Four men surrounded you, faces grim as they had to tell you the worse news of your life. That you had died and now must claim the mantle of Cupid. That you must learn the arts of seduction and precision with arrows. That you had to leave everything behind, including the love of your life.

“Now I will introduce new members,” Sam continued to speak as you ignored Osterhase and continued watching the screen. “Here we have Peter Parker, Ant-Man, The Wasp, Queen Valkeryie, Black Panther, Carol Danvers, Dr Strange and Bucky Barnes. We will be opening a new building in San Fransisco that will generate 5,000 new jobs and decrease traffic by approximately-“

You changed the channel until you reached some random reality show. You placed the remote down as you crossed your arms together out of frustration. You didn’t get it. How the Avengers could kill so many and still be celebrated. Still be able to have their own building worth billions of dollars. How their salaries come from the pockets of taxpayers. “Hey Valentine? Are you okay?”

You nod your head yes, your tongue against your cheek. You were snapped out of your thoughts as Saint Patrick walked in with a smile on his face. “Anyone wanna play UNO?”

“Fuck off,” Osterhase spoke, grabbing the remote back to change the channel to Grey’s Anatomy again. “You always cheat.”

“I do not!” Saint spoke, his hand against his chest as if he had been offended.

“Ah yeah you do,” You spoke back, making Saint let out a scoff. “Your powers are literally to increase your odds at things going your way. You’re literally the embodiment of luck.”

“That isn’t cheating!” Saint argued back, but his small stature had not aided him in anyway. He then sighed, throwing the packet on the table. “Fine, I just wanted to spend some time with you guys.”

You watched the Leprechaun walk away, a pang of guilt consuming your body. You let out a sigh, grabbing the packed of UNO cards before chucking it on his head. You were the god of precision, of course it landed directly on his head. “C’mon Lannister, go deal the cards.”

Saint smiled excitedly, running over to deal the cards. Osterhase let out a sigh, tired of being interrupted from Grey’s Anatomy but happy to be apart of this social bonding despite not showing it. Saint dealed the cards to everyone, making sure everyone got the same number of cards before placing all the rest down.

You guys played for hours. Of course, Saint had won them all. You tried not to bring up how his powers were cheating, just happy to see him get excited and to get some family quality time with you and Osterhase. At some point, Nicholas Santa had come down to see what the fuss and yelling was about.

Only to come down to see you guys laughing and playing games. It brought a smile to the old man’s face, reminding him of the first group of Keepers. He wish he could have joined you guys, but he didn’t have it within him to suck up his pride and join in. So he left.

“Okay I think that’s enough for today,” you laughed, shaking your head as Saint had won once again. “You’re obviously the King of Uno.”

“And cheating,” Osterhase replied back, his ears falling down in dissapointment as he always came last.

“I think next game you have a chance to win,” Saint suggested, trying to lure you into another game. Osterhase scoffed, chucking the cards at Saint’s face, making you laugh. You eyes unintentionally made their way to the clock, filling with confusion when you realised that it was late and Jacko still wasn’t here.

“Guys, it’s 2AM and Jacko’s still not here,” you told them, your heart dropping to your stomach. You were worried. The person who were closest to still wasn’t home, leaving you feeling queasy. “Maybe we should look for him?”

“Awe c’mon Valentine, you know Jacko,” Osterhase spoke, leaning back on the sofa as he put one leg on top of the other. “He’s probably just showing off the little fucker.”

Osterhase then got off from the sofa and yawned. “Alright kids, I’m off to bed.”

You nodded at him, watching his retreating figure. You felt a hand grab yours as your eyes met the green one’s of a certain leprechaun. “Hey Val, maybe you should get some rest. Osterhase is right, Jacko is probably trying to make this Halloween the best holiday of the year.”

You nodded him, giving him the best smile you could muster. He smiled back, before getting up to head back to bed as well. Your smile faltered as you looked back at the time, realising how late it was. You had a bad feeling and you could tell that something wasn’t right.

So you stayed up. You stayed up all night trying to wait for Jacko to show up. 3AM, 4AM and 5AM passed, and there was still no signs of him. Your eyes were desperate to shut, but it couldn’t outweigh your desperation to ensure Jacko had made it back on time.

The sun had begun to rise, and still no sign of the pumpkin carved faced. The hope that Osterhase and Saint had enstalled onto you had begun to dim down until it was nothing but a flicker every now and then. You watched outside the window, seeing the clouds pass by slowly until they went out of your line of vision.

You heard a small bang before quiet footsteps. Out of fear, you grew your wings that hid inside your back. They were around 3 meters wide each and were covered with white feathers. Your normal clothing was also replaced with body armour, which was a white, short-gladiator-like dress. Your hair also self-braided in a way that Daenerys Targaryen herself would be jealous of.

You then pulled out the arrow and quickly pointed it towards the source of the sound. You let out a sigh when you realised it was just Saint standing there, his hands up in surrender. “You scared the hell out of me Irish.”

“I just wanted to check up on you, didn’t realise you’d armour up and try to shoot me,” Saint spoke as he watched your wings motion back inside your back and your normal clothes adorned your body once again. “And plus, lets be real. Your the best aimer in the world. But with my luck, you would’ve missed.”

“I never miss,” you spoke back as your hair fell perfectly against your face after de-suiting. You then sighed, falling back against the sofa. “You lied.”

“About what?”

“Jacko never came back,” you whispered as you felt tears well up in your eyes. They didn’t fall though. You didn’t want them to. “You said he would.”

“Valentine I-“ Saint started before he stopped himself, his eyes stopping at Osterhase and Nicholas figures. Osterhase looked disappointed whereas Nicholas was shocked as this was the first time he was hearing of Jacko’s disappearance.

It was a day of mourning. Because it was the day you lost a member. A member who did not die, because if he did there would be a new Halloween keeper, but rather just left. He left you guys without a word.

He left you without a word

1 Month and 10 Days Later

Bucky felt his phone buzz under his pillow. Groaning, the soldier pressed the power button twice to decline the call. Not even five secounds later, the phone started buzzing again. This time, Bucky picked up his phone and chucked it far away from him so that the buzzing did not disturb his sleep.

“Incoming call from Sam Wilson,” F.R.I.D.A.Y spoke, making Bucky groan once again, chucking the pillow at the wall. He was trying to get F.R.I.D.A.Y to stop talking so he could get some shut eye, obviously forgetting that F.R.I.D.A.Y is an inanimate object who cannot be hit with a pillow.

“Decline!”

“I’m afraid this is urgent Mr Barnes,” Bucky let out a sigh, brushing his now short hair back as he rubbed his eye. He was frustrated that he was deprived of sleep.

“Tin man you have 5 minutes to suit up!” Sam yelled into the phone. This had awoken Bucky, as Sam’s voice was laced with urgency. “It’s a possible Level 7 threat.”

At this news, Bucky quickly suited up. For a while now, Bucky had been dealing with Level 3-5, nothing major. Drug cartels, human trafficking and the threat of a new emergence of a disease from some wacko with an IQ of 250, is what Bucky had dealt with.

But level 7? Level 7 is a worldwide threat. The ‘world is at stake’ threat. It deals with crazy aliens from outer space, gods who think they should rule earth and robots who believe in the extinction of mankind.

Bucky quickly ran out of his room in the new San Fransisco Avenger’s tower and bolted towards the office where they usually talk battle strategies and threats. When Bucky had finally made it, Wanda, Bruce, Sam and Peter were already there.

“Now that Bucky is here, let us begin,” Sam spoke with the leadership quality that had been bestowed to him when Steve had given him the shield. “Just a minute ago, our radars detected strange weather patterns, high energy readings and a great deal of movement from civilians. Bruce and I then proceeded to look at what’s going on with satellite images.”

Live footage started playing. Bucky squinted as he saw a man in a pumpkin head, fighting with a 2-foot rabbit, an old man in a red suit, a very short man in green clothing and women in a short white dress who had wings attached to her back.

“Who are they?” Wanda spoke confusedly as she watched on. The pumpkin-headed man was shooting flames at the four individuals as civilians were desperately running away, looking for shelter.

“We don’t know,” Bruce spoke, folding his arms up. “But we shouldn’t take chances. We have a quinjet set up outside to take us to New York. We will have to arrest them and take them into questioning. Be prepared. We don’t know them. They could have powers beyond belief. We are going in blind.”

“Wait a minute,” Peter spoke, his eyes widening in realisation. “Don’t you guys get it!”

“Get what?” Sam spoke, looking at the screen to the five individuals. The women with the arrow flew up, flinging an arrow towards the pumpkin man who just used his fire to disintegrate the incoming threat.

“The old man! In a red suit! Who’s making snow!” Peter yelled, getting up from his seat. “That’s Santa! And the two-foot rabbit is the Easter bunny! Guys, everyone in this video is part of some holiday.”

“Peter you are way too imaginative for your own good,” Sam spoke, making Peter slowly back down to his seat. Sam looked back at the screen at the old man with the red suit. “You’re trying to tell me this man goes around the whole world once a year while fighting a pumpkin for the rest of the 364 days he has off?”

“I don’t know Sam, the kid’s onto something,” Wanda spoke to Sam. “I mean, aliens flying in from outer space? Magical stones? Greek gods our mothers used to read to us when we were kids? Is it hard to believe that the tales of Santa and the Easter Bunny didn’t have some truth behind it?”

Bucky’s eyes fell back onto the screen when your face had popped up. He watched as you flew and landed gracefully on two feet before trying to successfully land an arrow on the man attacking you.

His mind was on a whirlpool as he couldn’t decipher how one can be this beautiful, this elegant. You were a beauty beyond compare and your face was one that Bucky will remember for the rest of his life.

“Cupid,” Bucky whispered to himself, making all the Avengers turn towards him. He shook his head, before looking at Sam. “She’s Cupid. She’s got the blonde hair and Roman clothing. She’s got wings and her choice of weaponary are arrows-“

“And she’s hot!” Peter chimes in, but instantly quitened down as everyone started at him. His face went red as he looked down at his hands. “Sorry. Continue Mr Barnes.”

“When she shoots her arrows and it lands on the dude shooting fire, it doesn’t kill him or even cause him pain for that matter. But it does make him less inclined to kill her. And what is a Cupid’s known activity? To shoot people with arrows and trigger attraction between people,” Bucky finished before looking back at the screen. “Peter, as annoying he is, might be right about this.”

“Well whoever they are we have to arrest them,” Sam spoke, grabbing the remote to turn off the screen. “So we’re leaving now. Wanda, you’re going up against Pumpkin head and Santa Clause. Peter, you’re going up against the large rabbit and Bucky you’ll go after Miss Universe while I go take on the Mr Cabbage patch kid. Bruce, you come in if things go out of hand.”

Bruce nodded before all of the Avengers stood up, ready to leave to room and fight a battle in New York. Bucky remained in his seat, smiling at Sam. Sam looked at him confusedly as all the Avengers left the room but him. “Why are you smiling at me like that?”

“Oh nothing,” Bucky teased, getting up from his seat before giving Sam a light punch on the arm. “Great job today Captain America.”

Sam smiled to himself as Bucky had left the room. He had a serious weight on his shoulder after being given the Mantle from Steve himself. He had faced a lot of criticism and racism from the public and the higher rank officials. But one things for sure. Sam was glad he had Bucky through all of it.

He was just hoping this mission goes smoothly and he doesn’t fail. That the Avenger’s don’t fail.

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[ketsuyuki-hibana-typed]

could you do some zenitsu domestic headcanons?💛

I got you! However, this will be a little bit chaos, more than Inosuke one. Haha, let's see how good this could be

Agatsuma Zenitsu x Reader (Modern Domestic AU)

You've been with him ever since high school. Both of you are (magically) unseparated, even went into the same major and same class in the university

Normal couple will do something like waking up each other, doing their activities and going to school/uni/works in peace, and having lovey-dovey vibe as bonus

But apparently, not for you two

"..."

"..."

"...what time is this." You pushed Zenitsu's head, slapped your phone on the nighstand and grabbed it. "SHIT, ZENITSU WAKE UP! WE'RE LATE!"

Zenitsu didn't budge, you tapped his cheek and forehead repeatedly.

"(y/n)... I love you.." He hugged you and made your body as his pillow, still dreaming in utopia.

"I'm serious here!!" You dragged his arms across your room to the bathroom while he still sleeping.

"Ungh..."

"ZENITSU!" You 'washed' his face with water, now he fully conscious and panicking too

It's a mess morning, you can't count on how many times both of you collided while he wearing his shirts and you taking your books. Or how he mistook your jacket as his and you suddenly forgot what will you do next.

"We are out of milk!!" He screamed in front of the refrigerator, making dramatic scene. "I'M GONNA DIE FOR NOT HAVING BREAKFAST!"

"Oh God, shut up for a sec!!" You pulled bread from shelves. "Here!" You just kinda slapped strawberry jam on top of it. He took the bread and stuffed it inside his mouth

"...I think we miss something." You stood quietly in front of the apartment door.

"Huh, what is it?! We had to hurry!!" Zenitsu grunted while busy locked the door. He looked at you in the eye.

"..."

"..."

"RIGHT, THE TEXBOOKS."

The chaos wasn't end there. A thing called 'Japanese Rush Hour' was common on your region. The train was packed with humans.

"Are we gonna make it on time?!" Zenitsu ran while panting hard.

"Grab my hand!!" You caught his hand, jumped, cramping inside the train and trying to budge in with people

The train finally moved.

You breathed, struggle to find oxygen inside your lung. So does Zenitsu.

"We... Hhhhh.... Make it...."

"... did you really set the alarm on my phone, Zenitsu?" You cooed.

"I did!"

"Then why..."

"Ah, but I probably tapped snooze." You pinched his cheek.

In class, you took seat beside him, he usually fantasized something in his mind in the middle of lecture. You had to tap his cheek with your book

You're having lunch together with Tanjirou, and Nezuko. Zenitsu sometimes flirted with Nezuko, but you didn't really bother with it. You knew he just playing around

Well, you're a little bit jealous

Ok, ngl, you're super jealous

Sometimes, you pouted when it happened or when the mood swing strikes you.

When this happened, Zenitsu often bought you Haagen Dazs as apologize, or if you still didn't accept his apologize, he promised to pamper you on weekend

"I'll go to the next weekend comicon with you! So please forgive me!"

"Promise? And bring all of my stuffs and merchandises all day?"

"Pinky promise!"

"...okay." He hugged you and butterfly-kissed your cheek

He's probably annoying and his endless whining was irritating, but there's time when he step out from his character.

It was when you walked pass the uni corridor alone. There were bunch of students who offered you their club. You refused, saying that you had something to do.

"Come on, just trial." They twined their arms onto your neck across your shoulder and dragged you into their room.

"She already said she doesn't want to join you." Zenitsu suddenly appeared. He pulled your arms, looking them with cold eyes. "Let's go."

You swear that's the coolest moment you ever saw in him.

Just normal place for dating, like parks, cinema and a place where there's voucher discount for student.

Between both of you, Zenitsu probably has the most common sense here. He prevented you to do stupid things, not wanted taking risk

"If I honk towards the geese, how many-"

"Nope, nope." He pulled your body off from the park. "Not a chance. I know you wanted to know how fast you could run from them."

On day-off at home, both of you usually took nap after doing assignments together.

He often talked in his sleep and you likes to play with him

"Nggghh, Tanjiroooo. The spider-"

"Zenitsu, the spider is going to get you!" You whispered beside his ear.

"No!"

"Oh no, he came to you!!"

"Nooo, (y/n) is still there!"

"Oh the spider ate her." You teased him more.

SMACK!

He pulled his hand and accidentally slapped your cheek. You writhed in pain

"TAKE THAT, SPIDER! THIS IS FOR THE LOVE OF MY LIFE"

That's actually sweet, but the pain on your cheek is miserable

When shopping, please grab his hand.

I beg you to grab his hand or please wait for him until he finished choose things from the shelves for you, don't leave him to the next aisle.

Because one time you didn't-

"What do you think of- (y/n)?" He looked around. He couldn't find your figure everywhere. He grabbed the salt from the top, and walked to the next aisle

No one, but a granny.

"Excuse me? Did you see someone who wears pink hoodie and blue jeans?"

"No, young man. Is that happened to be your mother?"

"No. She- she's my girlfriend."

"You lost your girlfriend?" She laughed. "Even kids could do better than you."

He chafed. After saying thanks to the granny, he went to the next aisle

"Where are youuuuu, (y/n)?" He whined.

Meanwhile, you took toilet paper peacefully, not knowing Zenitsu was disappeared.

Ding-dong tone was heard from supermarket speaker.

"Good evening to all customer in Kimetsu Supermarket. We informed that-"

"Another child lost announcement? Where are their parents? Shouldn't they hold their hands or do something about that? The child must be so desperate to find them, right Zenitsu?"

No answer.

"Zenitsu?" You looked around. Zenitsu wasn't on your sight

"-Agatsuma Zenitsu. We found your child. To Agatsuma (y/n) please come to customer service."

"...are you kidding me. He even used his family name."

When you come to customer service, Zenitsu was sitting there, sulked while holding salt. After bowing to the customer service (and act like you are his mom), you dragged him out from there with embarrassed face.

"Why don't you just call me?!"

"I told you that my phone was dead!!"

He didn't help you with dinner because everything he did are wrong on your eyes.

"This should placed here! Not there!!"

"It's the same shelves!!" Zenitsu complained

"Ugh, just sit down!"

So, all he could do was sitting on the dining set and looked at you cooking.

And smiled softly.

"It will be good if you became my wifey..."

"Hm? Did you say something?"

"Nothing!" He stood up and kissed your cheek quickly. "I'll fold the laundry."

He took interest on your 'cheap-but-works' night skincare routine

"So what's next? Wait, is this Pikachu headband really necessary?"

"Yes, it made your skin more shining, shimmering, splendid."

He's so afraid of the dark and refused to take out trash at night, but your anger is more sinister, he had no choice but to do it.

"It's only 6 feet from here."

"And on that 6 feets, there are crawlers, ghosts, I.T.-

"You clearly not watching I.T. he didn't live on apartment, now go."

You shoved the bag trash to him. He ran thorough the apartment stairs while screaming, threw the trasb and going back

"I will close the door, Zenitsu!" You jokingly said it to him. "One Two! Thr-"

"NOOO DON'T LEAVE ME! DON'T LEAVE MEEEEEE"

He leaped through the door and hit your whole body. He hugged you with all of his might while whining

"..you really afraid huh."

"I told you!!"

Both of you often stayed late for tons of reports and other assignments, supporting each other with cups of caffeines.

"You finished?"

"Not yet." He almost crying.

"Let me help you." You pulled his paper.

"Aaah, thank you!!!"

Or if you looked really tired, he didn't want your help and told you to go sleep first.

It's really rare to sleep together. But when you did, Zenitsu cuddled with you under the blanket.

"Why are you still with me? I'm annoying for most people."

"I don't know. Everyone have weakness right? You know, the cheesy quote said, 'If you can't handle me on the worst, then you don't deserve me at my best!"

He looked at your eyes, blinked twice. You let out small giggling.

"We can work out on each other's weakness. Don't really worry about it, okay?"

You poked his cheek. He kissed your forehead and nudged your nose. He felt relieved in his heart.

'I will never let you go.'

"Oh hey, don't snooze the alarm again will you?"

"Yes, ma'am."

[storiesnobodyreads]

Hard To Be Loved 2

Characters: Tom Holland x Reader

Story: Reader is Tom’s girlfriend, and he’s taking her to the premiere of Infinity War. You are worried about how the fans will react to you, and unfortunately your concerns are proven right, and Tom isn’t there to support you. | The rude fan from the premiere shows up when you least expect it, and she turns out to be full of need for vengeance. 

A/N: hahahaha I’m afraid I have to apologize for writing this in parts, but I hope part two came fast enough! it’s more intense than the first one. thinking about writing a part 3 :)

PART 1 ... PART 3

Three minutes before the movie started, Tom managed to find his seat next to you. He was slightly sweaty thanks to the burning sun, moved around restlessly, and had a permanent smile on his face. Quickly, he moved in to kiss you, and you reacted too slowly to dodge him.

You should have walked out, you realised now. This was going to be terrible. You couldn’t say anything now because, god, this was one of the most important days of Tom’s life. The premiere of this gigantic movie, and he was a part of it. You could impossibly ruin this for him because you were insecure and jealous.

But the image of the redhead throwing her hair back while pulling herself closer to Tom, and her voice, I hope you fucking die, you don’t deserve Tom! You couldn’t stop hearing her voice.

“Whoa, that was insane, right?” Tom gushed beside you, snuggling in closer to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. “All those people... I mean, everyone was so nice and supportive, you know!” Only when your lack of enthusiasm became obvious due to your lack of response, did Tom look at you a little better. “Love, are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

Tom frowned. “Are you sure? You don’t look fine.”

“I’m fine,” you insisted. “Let’s just... I’m happy that you’re happy. Let’s watch the movie, okay?”

Tom looked completely unsettled. Perhaps he knew you too well. “Y/N, come on,” he murmured, reducing his voice to a whisper since Tom Hiddleston was sitting two rows in front of you. Tom was never a fan of public drama. 

“I said I’m fine, Tom,” you hissed.

“Y/N, I don’t know what--”

Thankfully, the lights in the theatre started lowering, a sign that the movie was on the verge of starting. The rumour of the audience heightened for a short second in excitement, and then vanished, for there was absolute silence demanded. It was cute to spot all the thrilled actors in the crowd, since most of them presumably knew about their own part but not about the others.

Tom, however, stared at your face, with his eyes angrily narrowed that you hadn’t told him what was upsetting you.

Tom Hiddleston turned around and spotted Tom Holland, smiling and sending a wink to Spider-Man, then waving to you. He was clearly looking forward to showing the movie to the world.

Then Avengers: Infinity War started. You thanked the lord that you were a massive Marvel fan and had watched all the previous Marvel movies, making you absolutely fascinated with this one. You’d been waiting for it to come out for a year, though it felt like longer, and the fact you got to watch it with the cast was exuberayting. The Marvel logo appeared, quietly, and immediately you got absorbed into the screen.

*****

The movie was fucking fantastic. You laughed and cried. Laughed some more. Then cried a lot more.

Tom Hiddleston was laughing his ass off after the first scene, when he died, and everyone screamed out in horror and disbelief. How the hell had he managed to keep that a secret from everyone? you wondered. Looking over at your Tom, whose mouth was wide open in awe, you couldn’t help wishing that he’d succumbed to tell you what was going to happen to him this movie.

The audience whooped and cheered and shouted, and at the end, the ending that you despised, Josh Brolin rose from his chair and bowed to the crowd, which resulted in all the actors teasingly throwing popcorn at the man.

Then they started vanishing, turning to dust. Every single time another character disappeared, long and agonised ‘Noooooo’s’ emerged from the audience. Finally, you heard Peter’s, or Tom’s, voice. He had the final, most crushingly heart-breaking scene of the entire movie. The way he clung to Tony Stark, the way he begged not to go... Fuck.

You couldn’t stop the tears from rolling down your face, which sent a wide smile to Tom’s face.

The movie ended, final speeches were held by the Russo’s and Robert Downey Junior, directors, some actors, and then was announced that everyone was free again, but also free to join the party.

“Screw you,” you said to Tom, after everyone was allowed to talk again.

Tom raised one eyebrow at you. “Is that about the movie or about the other thing?”

It was a pity that he reminded you of the other thing. “The movie,” you replied, feeling a weight sinking down your chest when real life kicked back in. “How could you not tell me you died? Asshole.” You then quickly kissed him on the lips. “It was fucking amazing, though. Great movie. Great scene. You were my favourite throughout all of it.”

Tom was laughing, “Jeez, I better hope so! How weird would it have been if you’d been like, I love Chris Hemsworth so much more.”

Your look was serious. “I do love Chris Hemsworth.”

Tom’s look turned just as serious as yours. “Yeah, me too.”

Precisely at that moment, it was Chris Hemsworth who clapped Tom on the back, embracing him in a large Australian hug. “Holland!” he crushed your boyfriend with his massive arms. “I didn’t know you were going to die! Man, great scene. I’m so proud of you.”

“Thanks, mate,” Tom looked like he was about to burst with happiness when Chris Hemsworth released him. “You were amazing. Should have gone for the head, though, eh?”

“Right.” Chris Hemsworth then took your hand a pressed a kiss on top of it. “Y/N, good to see you! What’d you think of the kid’s performance?”

“Fantastic, of course,” you beamed, and you couldn’t help feeling proud. “I didn’t know, either. I’m mostly amazed that he managed to keep a spoiler.”

Tom’s smile was wide. “Sorry. Love you.”

“I’m going to go find Tom,” said Chris, glancing at Tom. “The other Tom. I trust you two will be at the party tonight?”

You loved a good party; had been looking forward to this one ever since Tom had asked you to come as his date. “Yeah! See you, man!” Tom excitedly replied, but you only smiled and gave no reaction out loud. As soon as Chris Hemsworth walked over to Tom Hiddleston, did Tom Holland turn to you. Decisively, he took your hand and pulled you with him, marching to the side of the theatre.

“Tom, what are you doing?” you squeaked.

Tom crossed his arms over his chest. “You’re going to tell me what’s going on. Now.”

You copied his posture, feeling a combination of anger and stress and the very recent need to cry thanks to watching the man you love die, flow through you. “Tom, it’s okay. I don’t want to ruin your day.”

“If you’re not telling me what’s bothering you, that will ruin my day,” Tom emphasised. “I won’t stop worrying until you tell me.” He noted the hesitance in your eyes, and added a soft, “Please?”

He was right, of course. You hated how logical Tom was, rational and positive and always kind.

“Well, okay,” you growled. “Remember when I said that people would hate me? Because I... you know, because I ruined everyone’s chances of getting together with you?”

There was a dark glare in his eyes, one that you had never seen before. Dangerous. “Yeah. What happened?”

“Oh,” your heart was feeling heavy. It was crazy how badly you didn’t want to tell Tom. They were his fans. There was probably one in a thousand who would be rude to you like that, perhaps even less. You didn’t mean to mess up his faith in humanity, in his fans, in Marvel. “Well, there was just a girl that said some things to me.” You hated that you were wearing that stupid dress that was only destined to make you pretty but not comfortable at all, and you forced yourself to not start crying because you’d mess up your make-up, and everyone would see you cry.

Something in Tom’s jaw tensed. “What did she say to you?”

You chickened out. Couldn’t go through with it. “Oh, I don’t know. She was just screaming, but I couldn’t really hear over all the noise, you know. She looked very mad at me, though. Sebastian was with me, and security took her away.” And then she found her way back to talk to Tom, somehow. 

Tom studied your expression worriedly and saw the tears shining in your eyes. He let his arms fall and quickly wrapped them around you. He held you, closely and strongly. “That sucks, love,” he said, kissing the top of your head. “Luckily she’s gone now. Right?” 

“Right.” 

Robert came swaggering over with his wife on his arm, eyes sparkling with happiness clearly visible through his glasses. “Hey, kids,” he smiled, “Would you like to join us in our limo to the party?” 

What were you gonna do, say no?

*****

You came out of the restroom stall, carefree, a little tipsy, enjoying yourself. It was a nice party; the entire Infinity War cast was there with their family and spouses. There was free alcohol and loud music. You’d watched drunk Chris Hemsworth dance his ass off, and it had been highly amusing. 

You found your place at a free sink to wash your hands with soap, when an unexpected voice rang through your ears. 

“Y/N,” said the redhead standing next to you. She had changed clothes; from her Spider-Man shirt into a slutty black dress that reached just till the end of her ass. Her cleavage was more than visible, her deep v-neck revealing almost everything. 

You hoped that she wouldn’t notice your shock and, a little, fear. “Oh, hi,” you brought out. “How... how did you get in here?” You had an internal war going on in your mind, wondering whether you had the obligation to remain polite for Tom’s sake, or whether you could punch her in the teeth. 

“I used my charms,” she responded calmly. Her expression was the definition of a bitch face. “Flirted with the guards, told them I was Chris Evans’ niece. They had no fucking idea I was just here to talk to Tom.” 

A white anger stifled your senses. “Well, I hope you have a great time,” you muttered through clenched jaws. “If you don’t mind, I’m going to get back to my boyfriend now.” 

You attempted to move past her, but she caught your arm and held you back. “He won’t be your boyfriend much longer, Y/N,” she spat in your face. “I’ve seen the way he looks at you. He doesn’t really love you. You don’t make him happy. You don’t fucking deserve him--you’re the most fucked up girl in the world.” 

You weren’t even remotely equipped to deal with this. “What... you’re the most fucked up girl in the world,” you countered weakly, feeling your hands tingle. 

She flashed a smile at your inability to come up with a come-back. “You can’t make him happy, but I can. You’ll see.” She arched her back to reach for the towels, confidently drying her hands. “Now why don’t you do yourself a favour and drown yourself in the fucking toilet.” She walked away, her ass jiggling, her arms swinging. Like a diva.

Like a fucking bitch. 

You stood in the bathroom for a solid ten minutes, staring at yourself in the mirror, letting this sink into you. 

You supposed that this was what you were going to have to deal with if you wanted to be Tom Holland’s girlfriend. You realised your hands were shaking when you went to grab a towel to dry your hands. What gave this girl the right to talk to you that way?

Why don’t you do yourself a favour and drown yourself in the fucking toilet. 

“For fuck’s sake,” you murmured to yourself, deciding you couldn’t let yourself get pushed away from a party that you were actually invited to. So you mentally prepared yourself, and returned to the festivities. Thinking you could do a couple of shots with Tom, you went to find him. But when you did, he was already in the company of someone else.

Of course it was her. You weren’t even surprised anymore.

You really just wanted to go home and cry. You’d been at the party for long enough to be socially acceptable, it was okay to leave. But you also didn’t really want to leave Tom alone with her. 

*****

You sat at a distance, far enough for the redhead not to see you, close enough to just be able to make out what they were saying. Chris Evans had joined you and had tricked you into playing a drinking game with him. You had fun with the man, who had told you that he loved his family very much, but drinking games were much more fun with someone like you. Once you tried cheating, but Chris got so confused by your non-righteous behaviour that all you could do was apologise to him, “Sorry, Captain.” 

Your eyes darted back to Tom, who was still laughing with the redhead. You could see that they were now both holding a glass of fancy champagne. Even though it was an open bar, you wondered if Tom had offered her a drink. 

Sebastian found you in Chris from the other side of the bar, standing atop a stool to wave at you, and then he basically came skipping over. He smiled at Tom, which he passed, then stopped, and looked back. Frowned. Looked at the girl Tom was talking to. 

You could see it all going to hell. 

Sebastian tapped Tom on the shoulder. “Excuse me,” he cleared his throat when Tom turned around, and the redhead’s eyes widened. “Tom, I take it that you don’t know who this is.” 

Tom glanced from Sebastian to the redhead and back. “Uhm, she’s a fan, Seb?” he brought out confused. 

“Not just any fan, are you?” Sebastian’s voice was laced with sarcasm; he might just as well have been breaking her fingers, that’s how pained she looked. “Yeah, we met before. She met Y/N, too, didn’t you? Said some lovely things.” 

“Seb, what the hell are you talking about?” asked Tom. 

“Y/N didn’t tell you?” Sebastian wondered, crossing his arms over his chest. “This is the girl that yelled at her. I had security take her away, but somehow, here she is.” His murderous gaze bored into hers. She tried to ramble something but failed to produce any words. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. Get the fuck out of here, you disrespectful child. Have fun on the internet tonight.” 

The redhead sprinted out of there; she didn’t know how fast she had to get away from the Marvel party. You gave her a point; Sebastian Stan could be hella intimidating if he wanted to be. 

“Right, you were there with Y/N,” Tom determined, looking bewildered as the girl stormed off thanks to Seb, who was usually so shy and polite. “I didn’t know... I didn’t know it was her. Wait a second, Y/N said that she couldn’t make out what the girl was screaming at her? What the fuck?”

Sebastian grunted, shaking his head, still clouded with anger. “I believe her exact words were something along the lines of: ‘Fuck you, I hope you fucking die, you don’t deserve Tom Holland’.” 

Tom’s jaw dropped. He seemed to have difficulty processing this news. “What?” 

Your heart was beating in your throat. “Chris, I’m so sorry, but I have to go,” you excused yourself quickly. Chris opened his mouth but you were gone before he could say anything. You rushed past the celebrities, accidentally bumping into famous shoulder, saying sorry, and hoping to get the fuck away from this party. Yes, you had messed up, you had ruined Tom’s night. Fuck, you didn’t deserve him. He was too good for the world and all you did was ruin his goddamn night. 

“Y/N?” you heard Robert Downey Junior’s confused voice, but you kept going. 

You tossed your ID from the party at the security guard, who had already recognised you and had started saying “hey”, but you pushed past him and finally you were outside. Thankfully, you had gone through the back entrance, where there were no more fans who had followed the cars of the stars to the party. You let the cool air flow through your lungs and tried to calm yourself down. There were tears inevitably rolling down your cheeks. 

I’ve seen the way he looks at you. He doesn’t really love you.

“Stop crying, you fuck,” you cursed to yourself, taking a deep breath, wiping the tears from your face. You figured that you’d take a cab home after you’d managed to get yourself together. You wanted to wear you unicorn onesie, eat popcorn and watch movies. Movies in which Tom didn’t act. 

You didn’t think that anyone would follow you out. Or at least you hadn’t suspected that Tom had watched you run away. You couldn’t have known that Chris would have steered Tom in your direction, and later Robert had pointed to where you had gone, after which the security guard would tell him that you were just around the corner. 

“Thanks,” you heard his voice. Your head shot up as you watched him jog out of the building. He found you just as fast as you found him. “Y/N, come here,” he said, his voice breaking. 

But you were angry. Your soul had been crushed and your heart had broken a little. All the confidence you had had in your relationship with Tom had been brutally ripped away from you. All the confidence you had had in yourself had been stomped to death. And now you were just pissed. 

You held Tom at an arm’s length distance. “Please, Tom, I don’t want to ruin your evening,” you said, shocked by how badly your own voice was trembling. “Just go back inside and have fun. I’ll go home.” 

“What, no!” Tom protested, trying to get closer to you while you kept pushing him away. “Love, please, how can I have fun when I know you’re like this?” 

You can’t make him happy. 

“Just pretend it never happened,” you instructed, fury slipping into your intonation. “Come on, you talked to her all night. Was a lovely girl, wasn’t she? Made you laugh. Made you happy.” You knew it was unfair to blame Tom for the things the redhead had said, but you couldn’t stop yourself. A wave of anxiety overwhelmed you, and you started marching away, thinking you’d go find a cab. 

“I swear I didn’t know that any of this had happened!” Tom brought out, his voice panicked as he rushed after you.

“Yeah, right,” you scoffed, “Like you didn’t know you were going to die in Infinity War?”

“Y/N, please,” Tom ignored the last comment. “I understand that you’re upset but it’s not fair to blame it on me. I didn’t know what she had done to you. Just talk to me about it, I’m begging you.” 

“She told me to go fucking drown myself in a toilet, Tom!” you snapped, loud and furious, tears in your eyes. “I ran into her in the restroom, and that’s what she said. I should just fucking kill myself because I don’t fucking deserve you, because she had seen the way you looked at me and you don’t really love me and I can’t make you happy. But that’s not the worst part--the worst part is that she’s right. This should have been the best day of your life and I fucking ruined it.” You swirled around on your heel. 

“Y/N, stop.” 

You kept trying to walk away, but suddenly Tom’s hand was around your wrist. You yanked yourself loose. Tom then grabbed both your upper-arms firmly, forcing you to look at him. You tried to push him away, but he determinedly wrapped his arms around you, in a tight hug, and refused to let go. You struggled for a while, cursed him, but he never let go. And finally, you surrendered to his embrace. 

You were sobbing dramatically, wrecking his fancy suit. “Tom, I’m sorry--”

When he spoke up, Tom’s voice was surprisingly forceful. “You didn’t ruin my day. You didn’t--Y/N, listen to me. I love you so, so fucking much. Really, I love you. I love you more than probably should be possible, like, in the universe. There is nothing that makes me happier than you. When I was up on that stage, I looked at you, and I was so fucking happy that you were there. And I’m sorry that that girl was such a bitch to you, and that I didn’t see it, and that I wasn’t there for you. I’m sorry. If there’s anything, I don’t deserve you. You are the best person I’ve ever met.” He pressed you even closer to him. 

You lifted your head, your eyes now dry, your heart full. “Whoa, I really thought that we were just going to break up after today.”

Tom frowned, holding your face with both hands. “Bold of you assume that I would let that happen.” 

“Right,” you hummed, “I forgot for a second that you’re a superhero. A dead one, for that matter. We’re going to have to discuss that. Are you out of a job now? Are you not Spider-Man anymore?” You knew very well that he had filmed part 2 of Avengers Infinity War, and that Spider-Man Far From Home was on its way. 

“Fuck you, I am Spider-Man,” Tom smiled at you, wiping the residues of falling tears from your cheeks. 

“I know. I love you.” 

Tom didn’t need any more confirmation that you had forgiven him, and kissed you roughly, with all the passion and excitement that had been building up over the day. He’d been wanting to hold and kiss you ever since you’d appeared before him in your gorgeous dress, looking like an angel, waiting to be ravished. He kissed you with everything he had in him. And you really wanted him to. 

*****

The next morning, you woke up by Tom’s side. The sunlight peeked through the curtains and enlightened Tom’s sleeping face, his lips slightly parted, his upper-body above the blankets. The sight of him, so very much at peace, sent a smile to your face. 

You heaved yourself up, rethinking the rollercoaster that yesterday had been. You, however, were more than happy with how the day had ended. Picking up Tom’s white blouse, which he had worn under his suit yesterday, from the floor and pulling it over your head, you decided to make eggs with bacon. Tom would love it. 

First, you checked your phone to see whether you had any messages. 

With a frown, you noticed you had much more notifications than you had expected. Harrison was at the top, a WhatsApp message that read: ANSWER YOUR PHONE, Y/N. CALL ME. Sebastian Stan had texted you: It’s going to be okay. Don’t let them get to you. Chris Evans’ message said: People can be assholes. Ignore the assholes. You had fourteen missed calls from Robert Downey Junior, which was just excessive, four from Harrison, seven from your mother, and many, many more from your friends. 

What the fuck had happened?

You scrolled down, all the way to the first message. It came from an unknown number. This person had sent two images. With your heart beating insanely fast, you opened the message. The first thing you saw was the profile picture of the unknown person contacting you: the redhead. Rebecca, her name was revealed. Her text message read: I told you I’d show you. I’m going to make you regret that you sent me away from Tom. Followed by two images. 

It was the dark alleyway behind the building where the Marvel party had been. You were clearly crying, in action, trying to get away from Tom, but Tom was grabbing your wrist, holding you back. From the blurry picture, it appeared a violent action. On the second picture, you had both your hands on Tom’s chest, seemingly aggressively shoving him away from you. Under both images was a caption in capital letters: UNHEALTHY RELATIONSHIP.

Stunned with panic, you scrolled through the internet, scouring through Instagram. It was everywhere. It was everything people were talking about. Going viral. You felt like you were going to throw up. Your screen blocked for a second, and then showed Harrison’s face calling you again. 

You stared at your screen, numb, letting Harrison go to voicemail.

This redhead wasn’t going to stop until she destroyed your life. 

*****

@starshipofhope @delicately-written @chims-kookies @loveallthingseverything @parkerprotectionprogram @fandom-is-my-middle-name @fab-notfat @fandomlover2091 @peterparkers-waffles @iiincognitoo @roses-hxlland @cobalt-gem @wheresmynandos @marvelbabezz @theojjjames @call-me-myrtle @minim236 @neighborhoodparker

(some tags aren’t working, don’t ask me why not, because i have no clue)

(thank you everyone for asking and motivating me to write a part 2! literally couldn’t have done it without you. you guys are AMAZING)

Edit: here’s PART 3

[im-the-female-version-of-beebo]

Ninjago headcanons

So i decided to make some ninjago headcanons just because.

Kai

Burned the floor once when he was mad

Listens to rock

Bragging about everything he does untill someone does it and does it better than him (also upsets him so the ninja usually dont attemt to beat him (except Nya))

Total flirt

Hates sleeping with socks

"KAI I SWEAR TO THE FIRST SPINJUTSU MASTER IF YOU DONT PICK UP YOUR SOCKS... "

Extravert

Can't speak other languages than english (he really tried to learn spanish and french but he's just really bad at it)

"uhh Je suis kai and je ne parle francais"

Drinks beer (sometimes a little too much) and watches football/soccer

Skylor wasn't his first kiss (already kissed a girl he met on the streets when he was hanging with his friends. After a few times of hanging together they became closer and she kissed him. He really liked her but she had to move to another part of ninjago)

Hetero

Hates reading (he has dyslexia)

"you still haven't finished that book huh?" "yea im not planning to do so"

Sensei never asks him to read out loud either because he knows kai hates it and it takes a while and he says 'uhh' a lot

Super protective over everyone (even Cole and sensei

Makes jokes like "go make me a sandwich" not because he actually means it wrong but because he knows it annoys the hell out of Nya

Bites his nails

"Kai your hands are discusting"-Nya

Would probably get slapped a lot if he would say what he thinks

Is afraid of spiders

Dorito adiction (not only the hot ones)

Has 0 patience

Once slapped jay because he asked for the salt after being incredibly anoying to him (not a really hard slap just enough to scare him)

More hot than handsome (he kind of has the atitude that matches his face)

Cole

Big buff n cake luff

Tallest out of the ninja

Also has the biggest hands

Can't propperly hold knife and fork when at a restaurant because of this

Loves going outside and just laying there (preferably on grass or dirt but because they're on the bounty a lot he lies on wood planks a lot)

Gets sea sick

Isn't afraid to try new food

Hates breaking things (most of the time including rules)

Once he jumped belly down on his bed and broke it (he was devistated)

Speaks english and a little spanish

Looks like he could kill you but is actually a sinamon roll

Loves drawing (mostly with pencil)

He kind of has a hate-love relationship with rain (he loves watching it and going outside and just the feeling of it and the smell, but it turns the eath into mud and it gets a mess when he uses his elimental power)

Never kissed before

Bi

Can play the piano

Can sing a little (not amazing but hey its something)

Loves reading mistery books

Has trouble starting a new book (usually isn't over the old one yet)

Can't put a book down when he finally starts in one and takes it with him EVERYWHERE (a lot of times sensei has to take it from his hands so he can focus on training or actually eating breakfast)

Loves animals but is hella scared of them at first

"Cole come pet/hold this (animal)!" nahh im good i'll just watch from over here"

Is good with kid's but doesn't especially like them (i mean like they are okay but sometimes he finds them anoying and just needs some quiet)

Does groceries (with nya)

Likes to watch while Jay is playing video games (he's not really good at them but he does like them so win-win)

Jay is his best friend evenrhough they fight all the time

"Cole your cooking is shitty" "not as shitty as YOUR FACE"

Does his own laundry (well, half of it. The ninja have a rule that they can only have one laundry basket full and since cole is a lot bigger then most of them his clothes take more space)

Has a crush on Nya but won't make any moves because he knows how Jay feelf about her and Jay would never forgive him if he would

Looks hella good in a suit but hates wearing one because it's always to tight around his arms (and pretty much everywhere else)

Not really a softy but really cares about the emotions of other people and can't stand it when they're feeling bad

Is very proud of himself because together with zane he is the only one that doesn't cry when Mufasa dies in The Lion King

Really likes thay/chinese food

Never gets angry because he feels like he is really intimidating (what is true)

Doesn't really talks about his feelings until someone else shares theirs first

Keeps a cookiejar on top of the kitchen cabinets where no one can reach it (except Zane but he wouldn't do that)

Pretty patient and will warn you if he gets angry

"Jay stop i can't do this right now" "but-" "Jay no stop you are really annoying me right now"

Can whistle pretty good

Acts like he doesnt care but cares

Gets really upset when someone eats his chocolate (he still doesn't know who eats it but he's determent to find out)

Jay

Watches to much youtube

And vines

He's the one true meme lord (he held a meme competition with Lloyd but Lloyd lost so he is the meme prince)

Not a picky eater but just has a love for certain meals so he prefers to eat that over everything else (like way worse than normal people)

When he's nervous he can't stop talking

Always finishes last with diner because he spend most of the time talking to the others

Can't whistle

Has a huge ass crush on Nya

Really dislikes spiders (he's not really afraid but he still can't sleep if there is one making a web above his bed)

Cries the most in public out of all ninja (mostly fake because of a prank or to make a lie seem more real)

Finds everything funny

"Jay wth why are you laughing?" *jay points at scandal on the ground while laughing*

Shortest male ninja out of the group

Hates cole that cole hang the mirror in the bedroom because it hangs just a little too high for him (like he can see himself, but just his face when he stands up straight

Probably hetero

Nya was his first kiss

Kai still doesn't know because they think he'll flip

Had a little gay crush on Cole but like a really small one (probably more because he's really close to Cole and Cole always listens to him when he needs to rant about something and because Cole's pretty hot)

Doesn't drink at all (mostly because he knows Nya hates it when he or her brother drink, but he also thinks beer a little too bitter for his taste. he does still drinks 0.0% sometimes, but only when he ate a lot of sweets for a long time and he craves something else)

Actually hates rain but pretends to like it because he knows Nya loves it

Has a lot of inside jokes with different people

Couch hogger

His fav fruit is banana (is more of an veggie person tho)

Really loves spinach

When he was little and didn't want to eat his food his parents told him it was spinach)

He always eats to much snacks before diner so he eats a small portion

Everyone thinks he has ADHD but he hasn't

He does have light insomnia and it takes him atleast an hour and a half to fall asleep if not more

Knows a lot

Likes reading (reads more comics that actual books but also likes reading normal books)

His favorite genre is sci-fi

Loves fixing Zane together with Nya

Zane

Sometimes tends to react on non-serious things serious

Loves it when Jay and Nya are repairing him because there is a lot he doesn't know about his robo-body

Sometimes wonders if his emotions are real or that the computer part of him is just telling him this is how he should be feeling

Really quick reflexes

2nd tallest out of the ninja

Enjoys meditating with sensei sometimes

Feels misunderstood and sometimes left out because there are somethings that the other ninja do that he just doesn't understand

He can push away his emotions easy tho because he mostly relies on his head instead of his heart

The only time they saw him cry was when jay called him cold-hearted once (no pun intended). Jay really regrets it and later went to Zane's room to apologize and cried a little too

Doesn't really know what his sexual preference is. He kind of likes girls like the others, but he doesn't make a big deal of it.

Does not like being in the rain (spoiler season 5 i think) before he became the titanium ninja because he was afraid he would rust. After that he loved it and goes oustide a lot when it rains because he doesn't have to be afraid of that anymore

Drank beer before but he doesnt like the idea of being drunk so he doesn't drink. It's fun too without alcohol

Doesn't talk much during diner but really enjoys listening to everyone else talking and laughing

Usually does the laundry if sensei is sick (then he also washes Cole's clothes)

Let's Nya paint his nails because ot makes her really happy. He doesn't really understand why people care so much about 'what is for boys' and 'what is for girls' and he actually kind of likes it afterwards too and he thinks its a shame it already starts crumbling after a day. His favorite nail polish is the one with silver glitters.

Was the first one who knew Cole was bi

Was really cool about it ofcourse (pun intended hehe)

Has a small bed for his falcon

Also goes to talk to the falcon when he is upset

"whatever i'll go to talk to my falcon or something"

Has a lot of patience like A LOT

Doesn't talk much but says the best things and really says the things you need to hear at the moment

Likes Kai the least out of the ninja because he thinks Kai can be mean without a reason

Together with kai he is the only one who enjoys spicy food out of the ninja because it is a really extreme taste and as a nindroid he can have it

His face is perfectly symmetrical so you could say he is handsome

Body temperature depends on the weather

Nya once burned her hand on him when it was really hot outside (Zane felt really bad about it even if he didn't do something wrong)

Oldest but they don't excactly know how old (but somewhere between 25 and 50 years)

Lloyd

Talks to himself a lot

Loves plants (but only has cacti because he always forgets to water them and cacti dont die easy)

Loves drawing (he mostly makes pen drawing because he always looses his pencils and usually draws when he is bored

He is pretty good actually

He LOVES disney and they sometimes watch disney movies together

He has a disney playlist and he always sings disney songs

"i can show you tha world" "Lloyd stop no"

"Iiiiiiitts supercalifragilisticexpialidiocous" "supercali-what?" "omg Kai how do you not know that even Jay knows that"

Cries the most out of the ninja

Doesnt like being seen crying but if you ask him a second time if he is okay just to be sure he'll snap

Really insecure

Has no idea if he is handsome or not (he kind of thinks he is but then he looks in the mirror for a while and he is like 'nevermind im ugly lmao' but he is actually pretty darn handsome, but has like an unique face. He askes the others what they think about him when he gets in a 'brave' mood and they think he looks handsome (except for kai who actually has no idea) but he kind of thinks they are saying it because they know thats what he wants to hear and because they don't know his face as well as he does)

"kai do you think i'm handsome?" "sure dude" "but like average handsome or handsome handsome?" "wtf i don't know"

Doesn't like being put in a box (like clothing style or sexual preference or highschool stereotypes)

If you say something mean to him he will think about if for atleast a month

He hates giving presentations even tho he doesn't mind standing in front of a group of people when he is fooling around

Loves rain and snow

"OMG OMG OMG JAY IT'S SNOWING"

Really mature or really childish. There is no inbetween

Can whistle but really bad

Has never kissed and is convinced that girls don't like him (they do they REALLY do)

Meme prince

Out of the ninja the most shy about his body (what is a shame because he loves swimming. He still does go swimming with them and soon reallises that no one cares. Everytime this repeats itself)

Is really good with people but prefers to be alone or with a small group of friends (he kind of likes meeting new people but he is afraid he'll say something wrong or that they don't really like him but just don't say that to his face because 'that's rude')

Loves wool for some reason

Is a morning person. He doesn't need a lot of sleep (unless he's not feeling well mentally/physically) so he can scroll through instagram at 12:30 and be up at 6 without any problems

When he isn't feeling well he can actually sleep for like 12 hours a day

First one up on christmass day

Always hot or cold

Has like 6 blankets (one is fuzzy, one is really big, one is thin, one for when he's in the livingroom watching tv and it gets cold, one for on the floor next to his bed so his feet won't touch the cold floor in the morning and one that he takes with him to the diningtable for breakfast

When he's hot he gets cute little pink cheeks and tries to cool his face down (he sometimes asks zane to put his hands on his cheeks to cool them)

Can cook but not as good as Zane. He can make simple meals but sometimes does burn the hamburgers or adds to much salt

Mostly because he eats a lot of salt himself. The others hate it because they cant eat his food because of this

Really is a hugger but only with certain people. He won't admit it tho because he thinks everyone will find it weird but he really craves physical afection. (Also because his mom and dad weren't there when he was a kid and he didn't have a lot of friends or a girlfriend and he is to shy to ask for a hug)

Shuts everyone out when he is stressed (not before a battle tho, then he tries to be with everyone as much as possible)

He kind of understands why is mom left him and is kind of glad she is there for him now, but still doesn't understand some things... (Like why couldn't she come back earlier. He was already capable of taking care of himself so that couldn't have been the problem)

He doesn't really like it that his mother was together with Wu before his father became good (even tho he was happy for her and he did understand her choice) but he feels like it's none of his buisiness

Tearable at math (unless you make a story of it with things that interest him like 'if fritz donnigan would jump off a building that is 20 meters high with a rope atached to the pole that is...' Etc.)

3rd tallest out of the ninja

The youngest but the oldest (if you don't count Zane)

Really loves bordgames

Has ADD (ADHD without hyperactivity for those who don't know)

Loves animals a lot

"look a dog" "look horses!" "OMG is that an alpaca!?"

Loves strawberries the most. Also really loves pineapple but doesn't eat it too much because it hurts his mouth (does anyone else have that too?)

A fruit eater (he would love to eat like 4 pieces a day but because fruit still contains a lot of sugar he can't (sensei says so))

He is a very picky eater, so the ninja usually eat the same seven meals every week.

He hates vegetables (except green ones, he still kind of likes the green ones like spinach, broccoli, lettuce, endive and peas)

If someone cooks something he doesn't like he won't eat it.

He usually doesn't eat a dessert (sensei hates this because he can't say 'if you don' t eat your food you won't get a dessert' because Lloyd literally doesn't care and replies with 'pfft okay')

Listens to all kinds of music (can go from 3 days of grace to ariana grande)

Lets Nya paint his nails green sometimes but not on weekdays. He is afraid that other people will think its weird.

Sweet tooth (he once ate so much candy that he was really darn sick for a good three days)

Nya

Badass like really badass

"what do i get if i win? "

Still likes girly stuff tho

Loves painting her nails (and Zanes and sometimes Lloyds)

Actually doesn't like rain (pretents to love it because 'jay loves it'). When they found out they both don't like it they die with laughter and everytime it rains they joke about it

Loves repairing Zane with Jay

Does groceries (with Cole) and really enjoys that, because she feels like she and Cole hang out way too little

Has light dyslexia but its not really noticeable for others

Has a secret little sweet tooth and is the one eating Cole's chocolate

Not really competitive, but when Kai is bragging she has to beat him

Loves tropical islands (she has imaginairy planned a lot of trips for her and the ninja but she knows that they'll never happen)

Loves kai so much that she would die for him but he'd better not touch her charger or he's the one dying

Kind of clumsy (she breaks at least one thing a week and always ends up with a lot of bruises from walking into things)

Hates when kai makes sexist jokes

Definetly gets angry a lot (and looks really cute when she is)

Loves the sea (when they land the bounty in the sea she'll always sit on the edge with her feet in the water)

Wants to dress up as a mermaid with one of those tails

Has atleast broken 3 noses (one guy was trying out the wrong girl, one time when they were younger Kai was bullied by older kids and one time she accidentally broke jay's nose. He was sneeking up on her, trying to be funny and her instincts took over. She felt really bad and apoligized non stop for two weeks)

Jay and her also had their first kiss somewhere in those two weeks (it was really awkward tho because Jay had this thing on his broken nose)

Would definetly dress sexier if her brother wasn't around

"what the hell are you thinking you are not going out like that"-Kai

Will take every chance she has to wear a gala/cocktail dress

Loves men in suit

Had a crush on cole before and in the beginning of joining the team and had a hard time figuring out if she was over Cole and really liked Jay now, but she is over him

Really likes Jay but is annoyed by him. He also really needs a lot of attention and can sometimes make jokes on the wrong moments. But no one is perfect and she knows that and accepts him for who he is

Really likes popsicles

Eats a lot but doesn't get fat (even if she doesn't train)

Loves eyes (she is obsessed with Lloyd's eyes because "mostly they have like this REALLY green color but when he gets angry they are red and when he got his holden powers there was like this golden line in them and urg they're so pretty")

Loves horror games

She really enjoys playing it with Jay around because he DEFINETLY DOESN'T like horror and she finds it hilarious when he actually jumps at jumpscares

Could be a morning person but stays up too late so she is always tired and getting up is the hardest thing ever for her

Loves fashion and makeup (but her skin sometimes reacts really bad on some makeup so she doesn't wear it very often)

[haberdashing]

Three’s A Crowd

Into the Spider-Verse fic. Noir’s relationship with Ham becomes complicated when he grows attached to a man from his own dimension.

Inspired by this text post.

on AO3

Spider-Noir was surrounded by a group of Nazis who seemed intent on cornering him in a dimly-lit alleyway. It was a battle of one against several, and every time he punched out the lights of one Nazi, another one would rise up and take a swing at him.

A pretty typical evening for him, really.

A few blows landed with more force than he would have liked, but he could handle it. It wasn’t anything he hadn’t dealt with before. He’d probably have half the details of the fight forgotten by the next morning.

What Noir hadn’t expected, however, was for a nice-looking man in a suit to see what was going on and join the fray rather than walk on by and pretend he hadn’t seen anything.

As the stranger reached into his pocket and slipped on a pair of brass knuckles, Noir wasn’t entirely sure which side the other man would be on. He hadn’t noticed his Spider-Sense increase upon the man’s appearance, but given that it was nearly overwhelming him as it was, that didn’t mean much. Noir watched the stranger carefully, ready to take him on if need be-

And watched as the stranger delivered a solid left hook into the jaw of one of the Nazis.

Noir nodded slightly in approval, and without sharing a word, the two men began to work together to tackle the threat in front of them.

Noir could have handled the fight himself, he was sure of it, but he couldn’t deny that it was nice to have a bit of help all the same. It meant a few less hits landing on him, a few less aches and pains he’d have to contend with throughout the night.

As the fight drew to a close, with all of the Nazis that had attacked Noir left unconscious, webbed into immobilization, or both, Noir turned towards the stranger that had fought alongside him.

The man extended a hand in his direction. “I’m John.”

Some small part of Noir wanted to reciprocate the gesture, to tell John his own first name, but the rest of him knew better than to share such important information with someone who was practically a stranger. Information like that always came with a cost, and even if this John really did mean well, it would be better for everyone involved if he knew as little as possible about Noir’s true identity, just in case.

“Spider-Man.” Noir took John’s hand. His grip was firm, but not overly so; his hand was warm, but not sweaty. The man knew how to give a good handshake.

John looked into Noir’s eyes- or, rather, the eyes of his suit- as he deadpanned, “Never would have guessed.”

Noir didn’t laugh, but the tips of his mouth did curl ever so slightly upward.

After they were reunited, after they had obtained a means of inter-dimensional travel that didn’t come with the risk of their cells violently glitching and dying in the process, the other spider-people had started to refer to their group as the “Spider-Family”, or “Spider-Fam” for short.

Noir wasn’t so sure he bought into that idea.

Okay, so Miles, Gwen, and Peni would be the kids of this supposed family, which made some sense to him, even as the three protested that they were mature and capable and didn’t need to be babied by the older members of their group. And Noir supposed that he could see Peter B. as the brother he’d never had, in a way.

But Noir’s feelings about Spider-Ham weren’t familial in the slightest.

They were... different.

The two had never outright talked about it, had never put a word to this strange attraction between them, but when it came time to rest the two always ended up side by side, body pressed into body, the feeling warm and soothing and right.

John had a knack for showing up when Noir was in the middle of a tough fight. If he hadn’t known better, Noir could have sworn that the man had a Spider-Sense of his own.

The second and third time they bumped into one another, they shared a table at a local coffee shop afterwards.

The fourth time the two met, they rented a hotel room nearby, though they both returned home well before dawn.

But it wasn’t until the fifth time that Noir and John came face-to-face, after Noir invited John up to his apartment, that the two really got a chance to talk.

Noir let loose a few things. That his name was Peter (though John still preferred to call him “Spidey”). That when he wasn’t Spider-Man, he was a private eye. That he was lonely. That last one almost felt like a lie, after he had gotten to know the other spider-people better, gotten to know Ham better, but loneliness had been ground into his soul for a long time now, and a handful of meetings with kindred spirits from other dimensions wasn’t enough to change that.

John let loose a few things, too. That he was a Chicago native, having moved to New York City only a few months prior to their first meeting. That he’d never gotten this close to another man before. That he was a radio host.

Noir listened to John’s radio show whenever he had the chance, in between hunting down bad guys both as a private eye and as Spider-Man. The man was talented, that much was for sure. Despite everything, John’s show always managed to make Noir laugh.

But then, that was what had first attracted Noir to Ham as well- that the pig could make him laugh.

He had gone so long without laughing, before.

“Noir? Hey, Noir!”

Noir snapped to attention. They were in Gwen’s dimension, now, in the middle of a movie marathon- horror films, mostly, as Halloween was quickly approaching.

(Halloween wasn’t a holiday that Noir particularly cared for; it was hard enough tracking down bad guys when they were the only ones wearing masks.)

Noir should have been enjoying himself, should have been focusing on the movies and on the other spider-people and on how Ham was squeezed in between himself and the wall, but his mind kept drifting elsewhere. And now, apparently, Ham at least had noticed.

“What is it?” Noir asked.

“What pizza toppings do you want?”

Oh, that was all. Somehow that wasn’t what Noir had been expecting. “I’ll eat whatever everyone else wants. I’m not picky.”

Noir almost went on to mention why he wasn’t picky, how he had learned too well how it felt when money was tight and having food on the table might as well have been a minor miracle, how to him food was just fuel and he would eat anything put in front of him just the same, grateful to have any food at all- but they didn’t need to hear all that. He didn’t need their pity.

“You sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure.”

Ham rested one arm across Noir’s shoulders. “You’ve been acting kind of weird today, Noir.”

“Weirder than normal, you mean?” Noir didn’t have to turn around to tell that the voice was that of Gwen, her voice muffled by the potato chips she was shoveling into her mouth. Neither Noir nor Ham deigned to dignify her comment with a response.

“Penny for your thoughts, mister tall dark and handsome?”

Noir’s face grew hot as Ham finished his sentence. That was about as blatant as Ham’s flirting ever got, at least when the others were around.

And then Noir remembered what, exactly, he had been so distracted by in the first place... or rather, who had been so distracting.

Ham deserved to know. It wasn’t fair for him to be carrying on with another man behind Ham’s back, Noir knew that. But Noir also didn’t want to get into it while everyone else was around, didn’t want to derail an evening’s entertainment with discussion of his love life.

Noir made a decision, one that he knew he might live to regret.

“...nothing. It’s nothing.”

Noir and John were side by side in Noir’s bed. Noir was getting tired, though he’d never admit it. It had been a long day, and a long evening as well.

“Pity what the world’s coming to these days.” Noir said.

John nodded. “I know what you mean.”

“I’m glad somebody does, at least. Just look at what’s happening in Germany- look here in America, even, Nazis taking to the streets-”

“At least we’re doing what we can to shut them down here.” John replied. As Noir murmured his agreement, John continued, “It is scary, though. And it’s personal for me- I mean, my wife is Jewish, and she’s wonderful, I-”

“Your... wife is Jewish.” Noir repeated.

It took a moment for John to realize what exactly he had just said, for his eyes to grow dark with emotions Noir couldn’t quite place. “Oh, that sounds bad, doesn’t it...”

“Your wife is Jewish.” Noir stood up and started to throw his clothes back on, his mind racing. He was disappointed in John, sure, but more than that, he was disappointed in himself. He was a private eye, for God’s sake, he made his living off of noticing details that others would overlook, and yet he hadn’t realized that he’d been sleeping with a married man.

“Spidey- Peter, it’s not what it sounds like, I can explain-”

“I think you should go, John.”

John stood up, but made no motion to put his clothes back on or to head towards Noir’s apartment door. Instead, he took a deep breath, then let it out before saying, “Annie and I have an... understanding.”

Noir’s eyes narrowed. “Explain yourself.”

“Before we got married, we each chose one celebrity that we could sleep with if we got the chance, regardless of our marital vows. She chose Gary Cooper. I chose Spider-Man.”

“You’re joking.”

John didn’t waver even slightly. “No. For once in my life, I swear, I am not joking. Scout’s honor.” John made a gesture crossing his heart before adding, “Granted, I don’t think either of us were expecting to actually take advantage of it...”

“Have you told her? About... about us?”

“I have, yes.”

“What did she say?”

“That I owe her a ticket to Hollywood.”

Noir couldn’t help but laugh, despite the circumstances. It was ridiculous, really. It was just ridiculous enough to be true. “I’ll help pay for that ticket.”

“I’ll let Annie know you said that. She’ll probably get a kick out of it.”

Silence loomed in the room as Noir picked his next words carefully.

“I’m afraid I haven’t been entirely forthright with you either, John. There’s somebody else in my life, too.”

John’s eyes widened. “Really? Because your apartment screams bachelor to me...”

Noir wasn’t sure whether to take John’s comment as an insult, or an attempted joke, or a mere observation. Nevertheless, he pressed forward with his speech. “Well, he doesn’t live here. He doesn’t even live in this dimension, actually. His name is Peter, too, and he... he’s a pig. A talking cartoon pig. With spider powers like mine. Because he used to be a spider.”

John laughed. Noir hadn’t had the opportunity to hear John laugh much. It was a beautiful sound. “Now, Spidey, I’ve never heard you joke like that before-”

“I’m being deadly serious right now.”

John’s laughter died as abruptly as it began, replaced with a look of pronounced befuddlement.

“It’s a bit of a long story...”

The next time their group of spider-people got together, as they sat together on a rooftop in Peter B.’s dimension, Noir pulled Ham aside and cleared his throat before speaking.

“We need to talk.”

“Well, I’m always glad to talk to y-”

“Let me clarify. We need to talk, alone. I don’t want the others to hear.”

“Got it.”

The two swung over to another building before facing one another.

“There’s somebody else.” Noir’s voice was low, almost a whisper, partly because he didn’t want the sound to carry over to where the others were sitting, partly because he felt like saying it too loudly would make it seem that much more real.

Ham didn’t share the same mindset; his response was as loud as his usual speech, or perhaps even slightly louder. “Another spider? Well, I-”

“No, not another spider. Just a-” Noir faltered for a moment, and when he resumed talking, he couldn’t look Ham in the eye. “-a man. A nice man, who I’ve grown... close to, over the past few weeks.”

“From your dimension?” Ham asked.

Noir looked back at Ham and blinked a few times before answering. He had anticipated a number of possible questions from Ham, but that hadn’t been one of them. “Yes, from my dimension.”

“See? I knew your world couldn’t all be as doom and gloom as you made it out to be.”

“Is that a joke?" Noir’s voice grew louder with every word. Part of him knew that if he spoke too loudly, the others would hear; part of him didn’t really care at this point. “Is this all some big joke to you?”

“No!” Ham protested. “But- you’re not- is this your way of telling me we’re through?”

Noir held one hand against his temple. “Well, I- I care about you, but I care about him, too, and if I have to pick one of you I don’t-”

“You don’t have to pick.”

Noir let his hand fall to his side as he looked at Ham. “What?”

“You heard me. You don’t have to pick. Just because you care about one person doesn’t mean you can’t care about someone else. That’s not how it works.”

“So you’re- you’re fine with me being with... someone else?”

“Sure.” Ham paused for a moment before adding, “As long as he’s fine with it, too.”

“He- he is. We had a talk about it.”

“Man, would I have loved to be a fly on that wall.” Ham muttered just quietly enough that Noir wasn’t sure whether he was supposed to have heard it. In a normal voice, Ham added, “So, tell me about this new beau of yours.”

“His... his name is John, and he’s a radio host...”

John wasn’t usually in Noir’s apartment in the middle of the day, but then, that wasn’t going to be the most unusual thing about this particular meeting of theirs.

“When is he going to get here?” John asked.

“Any second now.” Noir replied.

Indeed, it was only a matter of seconds before Spider-Ham materialized out of thin air at Noir’s side.

Before Ham and John could utter a word to one another, Noir introduced the two. “Peter, meet John. John, meet Peter.”

The two extended their hands at roughly the same time, though John had to crouch down to complete their handshake.

“Pleasure to meet ya.” Ham said.

“Likewise.” John replied. A moment later, he added, “Now what is all of-” John pointed in the general vicinity of Ham. “-that?”

“Color. It’s color.” Ham clarified. “Specifically red-” Ham pointed at his mask- “And blue.” Ham pointed at his legs. “I know, you’re not used to the stuff.”

“You can say that again.”

As the two talked, Noir tried and failed to suppress a laugh.

Both Ham and John looked over at Noir.

“What is it?”

“It’s not that funny, is it?”

“No...” Noir replied. “It’s- the same voice. You two have the same voice.”

“What are you talking ab-”

“No, that can’t be-”

“Oh my God we have the same voice.”

Noir wondered if the voice similarity was part of some greater connection between the two. He tried to remember if any of the Peter Parkers- which Ham wasn’t, as he was Peter Porker, and from what Ham had explained regarding his origin story, he hadn’t even started out with that surname- had shared a voice. His voice wasn’t the same as Peter B.’s, that much Noir knew, but did it match that of the Peter from Miles’ world, the one who had died trying to stop what had both endangered the rest of them and brought them all together? Was Spider-Woman Gwen Stacy’s voice the same as that of the Gwen Stacy that Peter B. had alluded to before, but never seemed to want to talk about?

Noir didn’t know the answers to these questions off-hand, but nevertheless, it felt like two pieces that he had struggled to fit together in his mind for so long were finally fitting into place.

And, perhaps more importantly, both Ham and John had joined in Noir’s laughter, and the two were sharing jokes now, and...

And it had all worked out, somehow.

He had two sources of laughter in his life now, and it seemed that both of them were here to stay.

Perhaps he was ready to start making up for lost time.

[transheadcannon]

In Honor of the end of pride month (darn) Everyone is trans and everyone is at Pride

Hunk

Trans boy (he/him)

Pan and ace

Is there with Shay his (trans) girlfriend

Total mom of pride

Is prepared for everything all the time no matter what

Has granola bars and water on him at ALL TIMES

Is constantly making sure that everyone is together and okay

Is especially worried about Lance and Pidge 

Especially when they’re both together

Help Lance sew their pride capes

Definitely brought a frying pan

For the Pun

Has a shirt that says “trans boys do it better”

Or “Frying PANS who knew right?”

I love Tangled I’m sorry

Definitely is wearing at least on form of floral print

Is terrified of losing Keith in the crowd

Really wants to get those leash backpacks for kids but for his friends

Hunk is the main supplier of glitter

You can bet your boots this boy painted his face

Will not stop throwing Pancakes at people

His pancakes are Holier than thou

So people eat them no matter what

Everyone, and I mean E V E R Y O N E  loves Hunk and will die for Hunk

Once, at pride, Hunk got knocked down by anti-lgbtq+ protestors

Everyone was there to make sure he was okay

A group of Drag Queens fought off the protesters

Those protesters never came back

Hunk will, without hesitation, punch any terfs he sees at pride

No exceptions

Probably brought a ukulele to play “Rainbow Connection” nonstop

Taking names, breaking hearts, Hunk Garrett

All the ladies are swooning

Shay once had to fight someone to get them off of Hunk

Hunk may be a bit less vocal about it but he his the happiest person there

Keith

Trans Demiboy (he/they)

Gay

VERY GAY

(would date Nonbinary people too though)

Wears Croc Heelys to pride

Has a tendency to wander off which is really not good for Shiro or Hunk

Was roped into letting Lance, Allura and Coran do their makeup

One eye is demiboy colors

The other is Rainbow

Flannel and a black tank top

Lipstick (any color it changes year by year) to complete the look

Everyone thinks he’s gorgeous

Gets asked out by at least three (3) people at pride each year

First time they go to pride they cry

Everyone was so nice and kind and accepting

All his friends were so flustered because none of them had ever seen Keith cry

Keith probably got his wolf a rainbow bandana

Keith’s mom ( a well seasoned gay) is definitely part of the “Where the Hell is Keith Now?” Squad

Keith is normally the one that eats most of Hunk’s Granola bars

He and Lance usually fight over the last one

Keith, Pidge, Lance and Matt are in a “Who can get more glitter on who” war

Keith usually wins because this kid has reflexes like no one’s buisness

The one year Keith didn’t win was because someone Matt  accidentally hit Allura

No one stood a chance

Pride Month is what Keith lives for

Catch him at 3 in the morning June 1 vibrating after watching every episode of Queer Eye and drinking Shiro’s secret stash of Rebull

Keith, surprisingly, gets in absolutely no arguments (other than Lance) or fights during Pride

They don’t want to take away the safe environment young queers have

Definitely wears a beanie no matter what

He rotates his demiboy hat, rainbow hat, and trans hat

“Bro it’s like 100 degrees out aren’t you hot?”

“I’m dying on the inside.”

“Dude, just take off the hat”

“pain is beauty”

“Dude, you’re going to pass out”

“PAIN IS BEAUTY”

Lance once stole a beanie

It did not end well

Shiro

Trans man (he/him)

Bi (or pan whichever suites your fancy)

poly

Definitely has a baseball cap with Bi and Trans flags on top

The dad of pride

Definitely wears a fanny pack but only because they’re practical 

He keeps cookies and tums in there

Makes a point to dress like a dad

One year, The Squad convinced him to do drag

The results were actually amazing and Shiro can really work heels

Shiro was very flustered but very attractive

That day was Lance and Allura’s field day

Shiro does his own makeup for pride

Once got in a muscle flexing contest and won

Matt buys him a “I flexed and the Sleeves fell off” tank top to wear the next year

Has a shirt that says “Hi Gay I’m Dad”

Has one of those beer hats with the straws but he fills them with redbull

Despite Hunk yelling at him not to

Drinks more juiceboxes than water

Gets proposed to nearly every year

Hissed at someone when they wouldn’t leave Pidge alone

Once brought his teacup Chihuahua Tito 

The ladies were S W O O N I N G

Shiro and Krolia co-parent Keith in shifts

Shiro is Lance’s wingman

Or he tries to be at least

Most people are too focused on him

People always assume that he and Allura are together

No

They’re just wrestle buddies

Allura wins always and no matter what because Allura is a goddess

Matt and Shiro aren’t allowed to go anywhere together alone after The Indident

Basically, they both got wasted, ate a shit ton of sugar, and got lost

They also somehow ended up almost joining a cult 

So yeah those two need to be monitored. 

People have definitely bowed before Shiro

Everyone wants to be adopted by Shiro

Allura

Trans woman (she/her)

Lesbian

Is famous within the LGBTQ+ communtity

A true icon

Definite beauty guru and a GODDESS

Goes every year with her (trans) girlfriend Romelle

Refers to everyone as “my lovelies”

No one dares to flirt with her because she’s out of everyone’s league

Every time Allura breathes a terf gets punched

Every time Allura breathes a small trans girl gets her wings

Has her own float in the parade

Allura was Born on The First Day Of Pride

Allura also got in a muscle flexing contest and W O N

She hands out flower crowns in all pride colors

And she does it all IN 9 INCH HEELS

She and Romelle are a power couple

Taking names and Breaking hearts

Allura and Romelle

Dyes her hair pastel pink every year

Lance and Allura are unstoppable together

People always come up to her and ask her questions

She loves answering people

Haley Kiyoko is her anthem

Gets actual gifts from people

Coran is her gay uncle

Eats a crap ton of raisins 

One year, a group of terfs came up to her to yell at her

They all walked away in love

Transphobes don’t stand a chance against Allura

No one stands a chance against Allura

She is a Very Powerful Woman

Allura, although regal and a goddess is actually is the most excited for Pride

It’s a cool fun environment for cool fun people

Allura loves meeting people

Even to this day she’s afraid she’ll somehow mess up accidentally

Everyone knows that’s bull though

She and Pidge are the loudest at pride

Kills it every year in a crop top

Helps every years queer prom happen

She’s so powerful

Matt

Trans man (he/him)

Bi

Wears Shrek merch  nearly every year

No shirt

Has a speaker that plays nothing but Bo Burnahm’s “Everyone thinks I’m Gay”

And occasionally “All Star”

Was the biggest factor in why Shiro and Matt can’t hang out together

If he sees a bug, he WILL NOT let you stomp on it

No matter what age

At the end of pirde he’s always covered head to toe in insects and glitter

One year he ditched the Shrek merch in favor of dressing up as spider man

All of the kids swarmed him it was adorable

Another year he wore his fursuit and nearly started a revolution

Helps Pidge choose an outfit each year

Is also the one who buys all of Pidge’s pride things including glitter, flags, shirts

Other than Lance, is Allura’s biggest fan

Allura likes (platonic)  him, but Matt is too thick to realize that

He got rainbow Shrek merch and cried

Is actually like the older queer brother

Like the nerdy one that’s too afraid to go outside

Every year never gets less exciting for him

He’s Lance’s slightly more successful wingman

Gets sunburn every year

Even in the Spiderman costume which covers him from head to toe

Socks and sandals

Specifically to bug people

Obviously those are Shrek socks

What are we animals?

Matt keeps at least 3 cookies with him at pride

For emegincies

Steals most of Shiro’s juice

On the first day of Pride month plays “The most wonderful time of the year” on repeat until Pidge tries to kill him

“It is NOT the time for Christmas music”

“IT DOESN’T HAVE TO BE CHRISTMAS TO BE THE MOST WONDERFUL TIME OF THE YEAR”

Matt at 3 in the morning June first “IT’s the first day of gay lads”

He and Pidge always host a party after the Pride Parade

It mostly involves more glitter fights, except they get Shrio in on it too

Shiro, surprisingly always looses

When he hit Allura in the face with glitter he saw his life flash before his eyes

It was kind of pathetic

Definitely sneaks in Vodka in a water bottle

Pidge

Nonbinary (They/them)

Aro/ace

Before the Parade they roll in glitter to properly prepare

Once Matt had a “genius” idea

Let’s just say it ended with Pidge covered in cling wrap and glitter

Pidge wears sarcastic pride shirts and their floofy golf M.C. hammer pants

Pidge and Allura are devious little Shits

Allura taught Pidge how to walk in heels

Pidge taught Allura how to steal 50 candy bars without getting caught

They do both together

Pidge and Lance are mostly the reason why there are so many glitter fights

Pidge comes out again every year during pride month

Calls it their “Gender birthday”

Comes up with a new extravagant idea each year

Last year it was hot air balloons

This year they’re hoping to hack into NASA so they can rearrange the stars

Pidge pays for it out of pocket too though no one is sure how

Pidge drinks more juice than Shiro

Pidge will only refer to Shiro as “Papa Gay” during pride month

Lance is “ You Absolute Asshole Give Me My Rebull Back”

Tries to eat nothing but Skittles for the month but Hunk always catches them

Colors absolutely everything they can get their hands on rainbow

“Rainbow. The best color. The only color if you ask me.”

Has a shrine for Miles Mckenna

Marshmallows 

That is all I must say

“Hey Pidge,I’m a lesbian”

“I thought you were American”

Hates getting Misgendered at pride

Because I guess people gender people at pride

Will punch a terf

Has a T-shirt that says so

One year Lance did their make up

Or tried to at least

It did not end well

Pidge wouldn’t stop moving

Pidge once did Lance’s makeup

It did not last well

Mostly because Pidge has no idea how to do makeup

Pidge also protects the bugs at pride from feet

Lance

Trans boy (he/him)

Bi

Lance uses the glitter the best

Very decorative

(until the glitter wars)

Sometimes steals Keith’s lipstick to use

Allura and Lance always have to go out for coffee before the parade

That’s were they gossip

Lance is Hunk’s impulse control

Namely, if Lance doesn’t do something stupid Hunk will

“It’s a heavy burden”

“Lance, no one made you eat that many granola bars”

Lance is Shiro’s source of Redbull

Lance usually wears a pair of booty shorts and no shirt to pride

Allura lets him borrow a pair of heels each year

Lance owns a pair of platform crocs for pride

Is always a close second in the glitter wars

Owns a shirt with the words “Papa Gay” and Shiro’s face

Is probably the most vocal at pride

Makes his own flags for pride

Always paints at least 50% of his body pride colors

Once brought powdered chalk 

That did not end well

Even though Pidge messed up his makeup while doing it he still wore it out

Every year the children flock to him and every year he brings markers for the kids to doodle on his arms

Definitely makes signs each year

He saves them and hangs them up on his wall

His entire family came to his first pride

He was sooooo  happy

Lance’s family was mildly concerned but happy

Lance almost got roofied one year

He smelt it though

He got that scumbag arrested

After getting top surgery and not needing his binders he did a huuuuge give away

He was pretty much chucking binders at people

Definitely the kind of guy to have the really extravagant patterned binders 

People were crying and swooning

Has asked many times for Shiro and Matt to stop being his wing man

Everyone knew that wing man was Hunk’s job

Everyone knew that except Hunk

One year Shiro did his wings and he cried

I was going to do Coran but I ran out of space. I promise he’ll get his own post

[charliebattinson]

MOVIN IN | Moving in with Shawn [BP] | Shawn Mendes

A/N: Hi here’s another bullpoint thingy haha. I’m planning on two other bps! Chrismas! Shawn and Best Friend! Shawn. Tell me if you want me to make them! Hope you like this! Feedback is welcomed! Much love xx

Moving in with Shawn:

You guys have been dating for so long

You and shawn are just probably having a late night drive

He just asks “y/n do you want to move in together?”

You love the idea but you tease him about it “why would ya want to move in together?”

“So I don’t have to pay full rent and someone can do my laundry and cook for me”

“Dick”

You happily agree though

You guys move into a cute place thats just right for you two with a cute little balcony

Boxes everywhere

Painting rooms together

Painting each other

“Do you know hard it is to remove this shit?”

First night in is just talking the whole night, planning on what to do next with the place and just being super happy

You sleep on the floor because you haven’t fixed the bed yet

Christening the whole place

“We gotta really clean the kitchen area”

Getting to know the neighbors

First weeks are just lazy, living through boxes and take outs

Its getting frustrating because you’re both searching for what you need in every box

“Where the fuck is the kettle”

“Oi we’re really need to unpack these boxes”

You eventually got everything unpacked

Shawn sees the makeup in the bathroom and he’s so confused by them

“Babe why are there paint brushes in the bathroom?”

Showers together

Shawn doing a mohawk while in the shower

“Rub my back and i’ll rub yours”

Attempting shower sex but you both just end up slipping

Taking bathtubs together

Shawns always so eager to drop the bath bomb

“LEMME DO IT”

Furniture shopping

Heading out to ikea and playing house. Watch this for visuals: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ARoB1nWPsxo

Assembling furniture together

“Did you know assembling ikea furniture is the greatest test of all relationships?”

When you guys thought you actually assembled it perfectly then you realized you screwed the wrong legs on all sides“

“Fuck this. We’re done”

Shawn buys random cooking appliances

“Why’d you buy this? You don’t even know what its for”

“IT LOOKED COOL OKAY”

Plant shopping too

You guys forget to water the plants tho

“I thought it was a fake plant”

“Shit we’d make horrible parents”

Grocery shopping

Sometimes you’d have late night grocery shopping and shawn would attempt to ride the cart

You’d be at the cereal area and shawn would just pretend not to know you and try to flirt with you and use pick up lines

“Do you like kellogs? Wanna frost my flakes?”

“Sorry but my idiot boyfriend is waiting for me”

Debating on what ice cream to get

“Fuck you we’re getting vanilla”

Trying to pick out wine because you’re feeling fancy

“How the fuck do you pick out a good wine?”

“Just get the fancy looking one, that probably tastes good”

Cooking dinner together while jamming to miguel tracks like told you so and pineapple skies

Shawn pulls you in for a dance

Teaching shawn how to cook

Him coming behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing your neck, cheeks and shoulders while teaching him how to cook the chicken

It puts a smile to your lips cooking for two instead of always cooking for one

You’re both afraid to go near the pan because of the oil sizzling

Shawn joking around like he’s on a cooking show and acting like gordon ramsay

“Its fucking raw!”

Rock paper scissors on who has to clean the dishes and take out the trash

“HA SUCK IT BITCH” “shawn” “sorry”

Jamming to 80 and 90s tracks

“THIS IS HOW WEEEE DOOO ITTTT”

Sitting on the balcony sipping on wine

Slow dancing to “The Way You Look Tonight by Tony Bennett” by the fireplace

Also not knowing how to set the fire to the fireplace

“This looked easier in the movies”

Sex by the fireplace

Sleeping by the fireplace naked

Doing laundry

“SHAWN YOUR SUPPOSE TO SEPARATE THE WHITES FROM THE COLORED ONES”

“oops”

One of his tops shrinks 2 sizes

“Honestly shawn how did you survive living alone?”

“I ask that myself too”

When you guys fight or have arguments he sleeps in the couch but you miss having him there in the bed so you go to the couch and he gives you some space to sleep beside him

Afternoon naps in the couch

You would go home to see shawn sprawled on the couch shirtless and only jeans writing lyrics

“Yeah i can get used to this view”

Sex on the couch

Lazy sundays

Naked sundays

“Sundays should be spent naked”

Midnight snack raiding the fridge in just your underwears

Shawn surprising you with  breakfast in bed

“You just bought this in the local bakeshop didn't you? You didn't cook anything”

“Yeahp”

You guys try baking one time

Total fail.

It just ended up as a food fight and making out on the kitchen counter and shawn covered in flour and you covered in eggs

Camping out in the rooftop 

You ask the landlord if you can leave a sofa type of furniture there

The rooftop also becomes a place to unwind and have a beer

Movie marathon

You guys attempt to watch all 8 harry potter films

You guys fell asleep midway through the first

“Fuck I’m getting old”

“Babe have you seen my keys?”

“Babe have you seen my wallet?”

Shawn opens the front door and shouts “HONEY I’M HOME!!”

You think you’re sly in stealing some of shawn shirts and hoodies and placing them on your side of the cabinet

But shawns has hunch you’ve been stealing them

“You’ve been stealing my clothes haven’t you?” “I have no idea what you’re talking about”

He goes to your cabinet and finds most of his hoodies and flannels

“AHA CAUGHT YA”

“Babe i need my clothes back or else I’ll have nothing to wear” “thats the point shawn!”

You wear them when he’s away on tour because it smells like him; like a part of him is here

Bed feels so big without him

Deciding on what pet to get

“We can’t get a dog” “i don’t want a cat”

You both decide to get a goldfish

“Let’s name it sushi” “rude shawn rude”

You forget to feed it the first few days

He comes home tour and you just let him sleep it out. Doing his laundry and everything

You would always cook for him every time he comes home from tour

And you would just sit on his lap while he eats and he’s just so happy because he gets to taste a home cooked meal again

“I miss your taste too”

There’s a part in your bedroom that has a wall of polaroids of your special moments

Making the bed together every morning

Smiling at each other through the mirror when you both brush your teeth

You do the bring it on brushing their teeth scene. Watch for visuals: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B3-ywpMj4Jk

Cooking and eating breakfast together

Shawn resting his chin on your head while you get ready for work

Shawn would leave it post it notes in different places when he leaves early for work

Leave cute words like “you’re so fine” using the letter magnets on the fridge

He would bring you home flowers sometimes

Forehead kisses in the morning

Shawn waking you up with kisses in the morning

Waking each other up when the other doesn’t want

“WAKEY WAKEY”

“SHAWN PUT BACK THE PAN AND STOP HITTING IT WITH THE SPATULA. IM AWAKE IM FUCKING AWAKE”

You guys give each other back massages when the other one is tired after a long day of work

Shawn trying to fix the lightbulb thats always flickering because he wants to feel responsibe

“If you get electrocuted…”

He ends up getting short by the lightbulb

Theres always the spider and cockroach situation

“YOUR TURN TO KILL IT” “NO ITS YOUR TURN I FEEL SO GUILTY ALREADY”

You guys make a hobby of working on like a 500 or 1k piece puzzle to destress from work

Framing them when you’ve finished

Playing the xbox once in a while

You both get so competitive with each other

We all know who the sour loser is

Attempting to have sex but you both just pass out on the bed

Shawn in just his boxers playing his guitar on the couch while you’re there trying not have a heart attack from the way he looks

Shawn chasing you around the apartment

There’s the “just us” kind of clean

There’s also the “holy crap our friends are coming over. Pick up your underwear” clean

And the “parents are coming over. we gotta make this place look like its never been used. DISINFECT EVERYTHING!!!” kind of clean

Bringing coffee or tea for shawn when he’s at his “in the zone” mood in his little studio room and him making tea for you when you’re working a lot

Taking care of the other when sick

“I got ya chicken noodle soup”

“I’m going to make you into a blanket burrito to keep you warm” 

You guys hide snacks from each other

“SHAWN DID YOU FINISH MY CHEETOS?”

Shawn would pretend to be shocked

“WHAT? ME?”😦😦😦

Just having this natural and comfortable silence while both of you are doing your work

There’s always been a spare room and you ask shawn what do with

“Baby room in the future?”

You always schedule a date night especially at times when the work is too much and you don’t spend enough time. No phones. No work. Just the two of you enjoying each other.

“Cant wait to spend the rest of my life with you” “we’ll see” “Y/N” “just kidding i love you bitch. Can’t wait either”

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Sure Uncertainty: A Reference Post

So it has come to my attention that I don’t have a good reference post for my book, Sure Uncertainty, for those who don’t know what it is or what it’s about, and figured it was high time to fix that! Especially since I’ve gotten quite a few new followers lately. So here’s a bit more about my book/play, aka my big project and the main reason I created this blog in the first place. Warning this is long. 

Sure Uncertainty is a modern day retelling of the Shakespeare play, The Comedy of Errors. Plot-wise, it’s essentially the parent trap on steroids. Two sets of identical twins (with the same names!) separated at birth end up in the same high school and due to misunderstandings and mistaken identity, a heck of a lot of confusion ensues. The plot is somewhat convoluted, and while a lot of it I lifted directly from the Shakespeare play, I created my own versions of the characters (did a lot of genderbending and such) and adjusted the plot accordingly to fit it into a high school setting. A lot of it was inspired by She’s the Man, a retelling of Twelfth Night in much the same manner. 

I am also currently in the process of adapting my book back into a play (I know, a play based on a book based on a play) to hopefully direct for my senior project as a theatre major. I’m trying to get as much feedback as possible right now, so message me if you want to read it, and I might send you the link! 

As for the characters... If you want to draw them, aside from gaining my undying love, gratitude, and infinite levels of happiness, check out this reference post here for physical descriptions and color reference drawings. 

The Twins

Antony Abidelli (Antipholus of Syracuse): Transfer student from Syracuse, kind of a nerd. Loves music and spending lots of time alone. Introverted af. Very confused half the time, very rarely understands anything that’s going on. Just wants to be left alone most of the time. Loves his sister more than anything and would literally die for her in a heartbeat. Awkward af, shy af, terrible at flirting

Antony Durham (Previously Antony Duke, but I changed their name... Antipholus of Ephesus): One of the most popular guys in school, confident, charming (sorta), a total jock. On the football and basketball teams. Thinks he’s a lot greater than he is. Embarrassed of his family. Here’s a picture of him: 

Roma Abidelli: AKA Roma A. (Dromio of Syracuse, genderbent) Rebellious, or tries to be. Sarcastic af, clumsy. Was held back a grade, so she’s old for her year. She and Antony A are super close because they felt like they only really had each other since their dad is really distant. Likes rock music, tries to be punk rock, and would do anything to be cool and popular, even though she pretends she doesn’t care. Also aro/ace and very much not interested in relationships. she and Antony D get close after the events of my book, so here’s a picture of them together: 

Roma Durham (Dromio of Ephesus): Twin sister of Roma A. Goes to Ephesus, and wants to be close with her brother, but he pushes her aside a lot. Struggles with social anxiety. Very quiet and studious, takes her studies and grades Very Seriously. Gets lowkey teased a lot but no one would ever try too hard to mess with her bc they’re afraid of her brother. Kind of a teacher’s pet, terrified of many things, including heights, spiders, small spaces, airplanes, and getting in trouble of any kind. Doesn’t deserve any of the hell I put her through. Here’s an angsty picture of her: 

Other Important Characters

Gene and Emma are the twins parents, also separated in the plane crash (which is my story’s version of the shipwreck from the play) who get reunited at the end of the story. The only thing they love more than each other is their children. Gene is a very go-with-the-flow kinda guy, quiet, nerdy, also writes poetry, Emma is his entire world, he spirals into depression after the plane crash, and thus was never really around for his kids. He’s also like... literally the sweetest, purest guy you’ll ever meet. Had a very rough childhood though, and was bullied a lot in his youth so Emma is immensely protective of him. As for Emma, she’s no-nonsense, the librarian of Ephesus high school, very strict and an enforcer of the rules all the time. Kind of uptight, fiercely loyal, will actually murder anyone who lays a hand on her family. Her way of dealing with grief is just getting really really angry at everything. Has a hard time keeping her cool sometimes, and can be irrational and blunt a lot of the time. Unable to physically fight but she will destroy you with her words. Literally just don’t mess with her (or Gene, which by extension is her). Have I mentioned they’re in love???? Anyway, here’s them: 

And then there’s the love interests. Addie and Lucy Johnston (Adriana and Luciana) are sisters, and the love interests of the two Antonys, D, and A respectively. Antony D is Addie’s boyfriend. Addie’s on the cheerleading team, she’s popular, pretty, and very very dramatic. Yells a lot, can get unhinged pretty easily. Takes everything to the extreme. Lucy’s quiet and introverted, but not shy, loves to read and takes school v seriously. Has a secret badass side that rarely comes out. Both of them are super protective of each other. Lucy ends up falling for Antony A, thinking he’s Antony D, and that’s kind of one of the central conflicts of the book. They’re both like literal goddesses, like I’m in love with both of them and they’re my own ocs. Lucy’s nerdy but she never gets teased. She’s had lots of guys try and ask her out but always turns them down bc she’s looking for the right one. Here’s a pic of her and Antony A being adorable together, and then a pic of Addie below that. 

Minor Characters

Angel Brooke who you see me talk about a heck of a lot, is def one of my faves (so much so I wrote a spin-off novel about her, but that’s a story for another time). Goth, lesbian, sells handmade jewelry at unreasonable prices. Artsy and creative, and very very good at getting her way. Clever. Quiet, doesn’t talk a lot, keeps people at a distance, kind of cold. Had a traumatic childhood. Apathetic towards basically everyone.  She’s tiny but she will destroy you. After the story, she and Roma A become best friends, and she ends up with a HUGE not-so-secret crush on her... Oh and she’s based on Angelo from the play. Here she is: 

Leigh is Angel’s ex, one of those people that’s super cheerful and nice on the outside, but is pretty manipulative and not a very good person. Bisexual, never stops making puns about it (or puns at all). She’s also on the cheerleading team, and is pretty good too. The type of person to say, ‘move, I’m gay’. Here’s a pic of her: 

Randy: Roma D’s boyfriend, super shy and awkward guy that Roma A detests (which makes things difficult for him). Marie is Roma D’s other best friend, an artsy girl who’s very cheerful and optimistic. 

As for adults, there’s Principal Duke, the principal of the school. Has a not-so-secret crush on Emma the librarian, who continually rebuffs his lame attempts at flirting. Doesn’t know that she lost her husband, he thinks she’s just single. He’s way too jovial all the time, has a habit of repeating himself. Kind of an idiot. Gail is his office secretary, does all the real work around the school, knows a lot more than she lets on, and is probably the most likely of all my ocs to take over the world. 

SO TO SUM UP: 

Emma and Gene are the parents of the four twins. Antony and Roma Durham are with Emma, Antony and Roma Abidelli are with Gene. (they all meet at the end). Addie is Antony D’s girlfriend, Lucy is Antony A’s love interest. Hopefully the family dynamic makes sense. If you read or know the play it’ll probably make more sense....

So there ya go, that’s basically it!!! Sorry this post ended up so long but I figured it’d be good to have a reference all in one place. Not gonna put it under the cut bc I do want people to read it. Please please please feel free to send me lots of asks or talk to me about my characters or this project and I will literally love you forever (or better yet, DRAW my children!!!) If you like my book/ocs or whatever, please reblog so I can get more exposure. Hopefully you’ll see my book on a shelf someday and if not, you’ll see a performance of the play adaption I’m working on. And if you read all this, I literally love you already. If anything doesn’t make sense or you’re confused, send in an ask or message me and I can try and update the post for ya! THANK YOUUU!

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the whole venture family

for rando headcanons ur gonna get hmm a little more than anticipated sorry this is like a lot of reading..

Rusty

Sexuality Headcanon: hmm bi but he really prefers guysGender Headcanon: trans guy but not completely binaryA ship I have with said character: brock + himA BROTP I have with said character: im not gonna say Brock since i already kinda put him for romance, so i’ll go my conjectural tech boysA NOTP I have with said character: probably him & pete since thats the other pop thingA random headcanon: really wary around guns mostly bc of trauma & thats why Brock started using a knife, general social anxiety mostly stemming from being trans & also feelings of inadequacy but Brock helps w that, loves to stargaze, just really loves to go on and on about science and in a sence how beautiful the world is, doesnt sleep well most nights on account of nightmares so he usually just sits in bed or maybe paces around & checks in on his kids, hed check in on Brock but if he gets up then its a sure thing Brock is up as well, doesnt know how to quite hate his dad and it frustrates him, super lazy & whiny he tries to get Brock to carry him everywhere bc what are boyfriends & bodyguards for, cant stand watching his cartoon, never laughs at the stories that Team Venture tells & doesnt understand why other people do, good friends with Sheila, shes pretty secretive about her life & all but he feels like she gets him, hes actually cool w Malcolm & figures hes just kinda annoying, loves his kids more than anything in the world, suicidal since he was a young teen probably, flirted w Brock ALL the time when he first got him, hates loud noises & cant sleep through thunderstorms, babies his kids endlessly, he loves to talk and talk and talk but most people shut him down as a kid w that so hes afraid to now, REALLY LOVES DOGS, his family is such a saving grace he doesnt understand why they love him so much but they do and he wishes he could be better for them, his family really rekindled the warped sense of family he had growing up, General Opinion over said character: i love him i love him more than anything he is such a comfort character i love him i love him

Hank 

Sexuality Headcanon: bi/pan he doesnt care what you call itGender Headcanon: nb trans boyA ship I have with said character: sirena !!!A BROTP I have with said character: Dean ofcA NOTP I have with said character: hmm idk idk any other decent hank pairings unless u demons want me to step in ugly territoryA random headcanon: he came out a few years before Dean did !! constantly calls Brock dad much to his annoyance, partly as a joke & partly bc he really does consider Brock his dad, unapologetically trans & not het he probably is the loudest & proudest in the family, hates vegetables, eats dry cereal as a snack, really into cryptids, hates bananas, doesnt know how to sit still, always excited and on the move, hes probably the most comfortable socially in the family, loves to treat Dean as if hes his actual baby brother, considers basically anyone whos a good friend as family, prefers dogs to cats, really flexible and is constantly climbing on things, he really likes monkeys, stays out of the DC or Marvel debate he just likes Batman, he knows how to catch squirrels and birds and it really freaks his parents out, hes planned his parents wedding since he was like 6 w Dean and ya boys are waiting, very affectionate and cuddly, loves to just sit w his family, likes to help Brock w chores but he sucks, totally thinks Brock could beat Batman in a fight, wants to start a family band but brock called that lame, likes to squish bugs but only if they are small, hates long trips especially when he has to sit still or everyone else stopped talking, really good at random talents he looked up online & thought were cool, the best hugger in the familyGeneral Opinion over said character: lovely lovely boy !!!! love him love him !!!! beautiful smile would give anything for him!!!!

Brock

Sexuality Headcanon: unpop opinion time but hmm very gayGender Headcanon: nb & uses he/him A ship I have with said character: rusty & him !!!A BROTP I have with said character: shoreleave ?A NOTP I have with said character:  womenA random headcanon: he’s mentally ill but pretty subtle w it and all, hes pretty anxious and paranoid esp involving the Venture’s safety, he doesnt sleep well bc he is a very light sleeper & also he just. cant do it very easily, really poor sleep schedule he only gets to bed after the Ventures are asleep and he checks security & maybe gets a few chores out of the way like dishes or smth & he always wakes up way early before the ventures, trust issues mostly from years of OSI work & esp from Molotov constantly backstabbing him, Doc is v important to him bc he is a big source of trust but also comfort he always knows how to calm Brock down, actually very shy he hates crowds & doesnt like talking  to people, really into fashion & stuff but doesnt get into bc Mr Blood On Everything, way into poetry, hes always felt so rough and tumble like all hes supposed to do is hurt other people and go out and be on the attack bc thats kinda the mindset he was raised with w a shitty stepdad and other people in his small hometown and he thoughts thats all he would be thats why he joined football even though he didnt care for it & thats why he loves the Iron Giant & why protecting the Ventures is so important bc he can keep things safe and have a sweet family and be gentle for once in his life, he fell for Rusty first,cat person, knows nothing abt Jonas & his Team, in a constant fued w Action Man esp just bc the dude is a dick & awful, really emotionally detached & generally apathetic outside the Ventures but he wishes he wasnt, he doesnt know how to talk about himself & his emotions or anything that really goes on in his head, he finds OSI work really draining and mehhh not his thing but he feels like its kinda cool so he does it, leaving after the family slays together is like his biggest regret and makes him feel really guilty & hes not good at forgiving himself for lots of things but especially that, he used to not care about dying before he met the ventures, the family is basically his anchor, he has a very detached idea of Self & Who He Is personally, hes impulsive to the point of suicide mostly bc hes not a good thinker in heavy situations and he has trouble wrapping his head around things,very sentimental w the family, he flusters really easy bc romance is not his strong suit and its kinda a new ballgame for him, decent cook, really bad at math but good at memorizing things about other people and random facts, he would rather die before he lets those ventures get a papercutGeneral Opinion over said character: hmm one tough dude

Dean

Sexuality Headcanon: gay !!! Gender Headcanon: trans guyA ship I have with said character: Jared !!!A BROTP I have with said character: hank !!!!A NOTP I have with said character: hmmm idrk !!! not a lot of pickings lolA random headcanon: even tho his family is LGBT he still has really bad anxiety about it, socially anxious & bad at eye contact, loves to collect stuffed animals, kisses frogs when he finds them so maybe theyll turn into a prince he still does this even when hes older but in secret, really loves disney movies, social dysphoria makes him nervous w dating, doesnt like to pick a favorite animal even though its giraffes, but doesnt like to get in the debate of cats v dogs even though he prefers cats, crybaby like the rest of his family, babied by everyone else and he kinda hates it, brock loves them equally but he especially babied dean when they were little, mostly bc him & dean were Venture Safety Patrol and always trying to keep the others from doing something dumb or dangerous, likes to garden & keep plants but hes really forgetful so Brock either has to take over or they die, cries during horror movies, big hand holder, gets frustrated with himself really easily especially growing up, likes to paint nails, smells every flower & pets every animal he can get his hands on, cant handle when people argue w him or w each other, took him a while to realize he was gay and now its really confusing and frustrating for him so he kinda ignores it as much as he can, only comfy wearing short sleeves around his family, best at making flower crowns, loves to style Brocks hair, cant go to bed unless he kisses everyone goodnight, really bad at paying attention he daydreams a lot, collects feathers, gets drained easily in most situations, the king of platonic kisses, likes to color, most comfy around his family & they know hot to take care of him the best, overwhelmed easily, smiles at dogs he sees being walked, refuses to kill spiders or bugs, scared of big bugs but makes Brock put them outside, if its cute he wants it, cant skip rocks even though brock & hank try to teach him, when hes overwhelmed he sits w his family, really bad balance, probably the Venture that gets the most hugs & kisses but its a close raceGeneral Opinion over said character: trying & tired

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Pouring your soul out to strangers on the internet - a case study

Allright, buckle up kids, it's story time.

When I turned sixteen, some significant changes happened in my life. My brothers moved out and I was suddenly alone a lot in my little village. I had decided that I was no longer a nerd, but rather the cool chick who listened to black metal, wore destroyed shoes and got drunk with hobos on week-ends. And I started pouring my soul out to a 35-year old man I had never met. This last part is what this story is about.

We had hit it off on a public chatroom and I installed MSN just to talk with him. He lived a few hundred kilometers away, he had no job and a lot of time on his hands, he was depressed. He was interesting and funny and, most importantly, he found me interesting. I could act out my new edgy persona with him, and he believed it! We chatted almost every evening, all night long.

At the beginning I bragged a lot about my new "cool kid" adventures, about how I attended a concert in another city in secret, or the time I rammed a knife in my knee while drunk, trying to make it sound more epic than it was. I couldn't talk to my parents about it, obviously, but he was another adult I could maybe shock and trick into thinking I wasn't a boring bookworm. It kind of worked. But soon I found myself also telling him all about my existential fears, about how miserable I felt almost all the time, about my suicide and mutilation fantasies.

He listened, and cared, and asked questions, so I also told him about my school life, my homeworks, my friends. He talked to me about his depression, about his day-to-day life, send me text fragments he wrote. We shared links about everything we found interesting or funny. I would improvise pep-talks to try to talk him into being active and taking care of himself. He found it endearing, I think.

Sometimes he'd be the reasonable adult, telling me to go to bed when it was 1AM and I had to wake up to go to school five hours later. He was my trustworthy confident, my protector, my internet friend. He was there for me during one of the worst time of my teenage life, and he didn't judge me like I thought my parents would. He was important to me.

I kept some things from him. That I wore braces. My full name, my home adress, the name of my school. That I had never dated anyone, and that a lot of my bragging about getting drunk and making out was widely extrapolated from my very scarce real life experiences.

Rather quickly he had found a picture of me buried somewhere deep in one of my old blogs, and had found me "very cute". I remember the short rush of panic I felt when he told me he had discovered that picture. For years the mousepad of the family computer had been a big, ugly spider with advice on how to safely surf on the web: 

Never give a stranger your name. Never give a stranger your address. Never give a stranger your phone number. Never send a stranger pictures of you.

I had broken the elementary safety rules! Someone out there knew how I looked like! I was frightened, but also thrilled. I was doing something forbidden, flirting with danger! Who gave a fuck about safety rules anyway? I wasn't a kid anymore. I sent him a picture of me flipping him off, and when he later asked me for my phone number, I gave it to him.

We started sending each other texts throughout the day in addition to chatting in the evening. Sometimes I would send pictures of my school life. My broken shoes, the pictures I drew on my hands, me chugging wine because, remember, I was cool now. My friends were curious with whom I spend so much time texting, but I never told them who it was. I was very much aware that having a man more than twice my age as my new confident would not be perceived well. I finally had a secret, a taboo relationship! I felt like the heroine from a romantic novel.

I sent him a poem I wrote about him.

He sent me a picture he drew of me.

I sent him a Christmas package with homemade cookies and gloves because I knew he was cold and had no  money to buy himself some.

I sent him a cute birthday letter.

It was all very innocent, except for when it wasn't.

From the beginning on, there was an undercurrent of flirt in our exchanges sometimes. He's ask questions about my sexuality, and I answered as crudely and shamelessly as possible (because I wasn't a repressed puritan, yo!). He'd compliment my appearance, tell me I was lovely. It was all new to me, and I had very conflicted feelings about all of it. I dreaded it as much as I enjoyed it. I pushed and teased, and was surprised when he reacted in consequence.

I told him I wanted to go to Russia, and he told me he had enough money spared that we could take a short trip to Moscow together. I'd need a visa application. He was ready to go whenever.

I'd send him a picture of me intentionally showing some cleavage, and was shocked and flattered when he commented on my curves.

He told me in a detour of phrase that he loved me, and I couldn't tell if he was joking or not. I was very upset, but also pleased. I thougt about it for days, and had no idea how to react. I wanted him to be a perfectly platonic friend, I hated that he could think of me sexually, and still I wished for him to be madly in love with me.

I told him I would come visit him in the summer after I graduated, and we'd go to the beach together. I had fantasies about meeting him, and having hot sex, and that we'd somehow heal each other. It was taboo, it was forbidden, it was wrong. A much older man, enamored with me, a young girl, lusting after me! That was the narrative of so many books and movies. Again, novel heroine feeling. It made me feel powerful, and vulnerable. I spent a lot of time daydreaming about it.

He'd act protective, almost paternal sometimes, would call me sweet, possessive nicknames and ask me why I didn't wear nice sundresses instead of my frumpy baggy jeans. Sometimes I was pissed off, sometimes it made me giggly and happy. It was all very confusing.

I was excited, curious, and weirded out. What was a game, what wasn't? I didn't know. I didn't really dare to ask. I don't kow what he really meant, what he really felt. I don't know if I wanted the answer back then.

Our exchanges lasted half a year.

So how did it end?

I started dating. He acted grumpy and jealous. I was suddenly happy in my day-to-day life, and the unarticulated sense of unease, of wrongness I felt in regard to our online relationship, festered. The daily chats became weekly, and laborious. Then he asked me upfront why we didn't talk like we used to anymore. I sent him a handwritten letter laced with tears, saying that I was afraid of what he might feel for me, afraid he was attracted to me, that I thought I had led him on, deceived him, and that I'd rather break off all contact. He left me alone after that.

I wasn't stalked, I wasn't guilt-tripped (much). I never had contact to that man since then. There was nothing spectacular. But to this day, I've never talked about this whole story with people close to me. It's one of my only real secrets. I don't really know why it all matters to me so much after all this time, why it's still such a sore spot, why I shed a few tears writing this.

It took me a long time to be able to articulate all of this. It took me a long time to accept that, even if I very much felt so, I wasn't an adult at sixteen. It wasn't me who was at fault. I couldn't have "known better"; I had no experience in flirting, in relationships, in anything. I was sixteen.

He is the one who should have known better than to take my escapist fantasies seriously. He is the one who should have said "all fun and games, girl, but none of this will ever happen". He is the one who should have checked if I was comfortable with some of his flirting, and should have ceased as soon as I manifested some unease. It took me a long time to accept that I didn't wrong him. I'm still afraid I broke his heart, or that I had a negative influence on his very real mental health problems. Maybe I’m taking my impact on his life too seriously.

I don't think he was a "predator". I don't think he meant any harm. I think he was just a lonely guy who projected some of his fantasies on me and thought I was more mature than I was. I’m sure he genuinely cared about me.

Five years later and I still feel guilty and ashamed for "breaking up" with him. I think about him every other day.

I hope he's alright.

I hope he forgave me.

Maybe I'll send him this. I still know his e-mail by heart.

So what's the moral of this story? Is there any? 

I'm not sure, but here's what you can maybe learn from this: The internet is a wonderful place, and some the encounters you make are thrilling and life-changing, but be careful of who you trust and how much of your heart you pour out.

Set boundaries. Talk about what makes you uncomfortable head-on. It's not a joke. Just because it's online doesn't mean it is not real, or not important. Ask yourself if this is really a safe space to explore your sexuality and self-identity.

Listen to the ugly spider and build yourself a safety net. Keep some armor on. Listen to your gut feeling and don't share any information you don't feel comfortable sharing. Don't be afraid to cut contact to a person when you feel uneasy. You owe them nothing.

Ask yourself why you keep secrets from friends and family, and maybe talk to someone about it. Don't stay all alone with your questions and fears. They will probably understand better than you give them credit for.

And, forgive yourself. Forgive yourself. You were young. Forgive yourself.