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Cream & Sugar

Series: Mr. Holland

Relationship: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: Mr. Holland gets to know the reader and her little sister

Warnings: Swearing as always, fluff, triggering if you don’t like people in the hospital

Word Count:3,300+

A/N: I’m building the story so please wait for the smut to happen.


[Reader’s POV]


“Why are you so dressed up today? You’re wearing your look at my ass skirt” Louis smirks before taking a sip of the coffee you made him. You swear his smirk reminded you of the cheshire cat.


“Well Louis I actually have a job now” flipping him off as you slip on your heels. His eyes grow wide as he walks around the kitchen counter.


“A job now? do tell” he sits himself wiggling in the seat getting comfy. Picking up your purse off the dining room table you look inside. Your eyes double checking you had everything you needed. You were up at six this morning to get ready so you can be there by seven.


“I’m a secretary at Holland Industries an-”


“The Holland Industries? the one that’s helping the hospital your sis is at?” He brushes his hair back that fell in front of his face.


“Yes Louis but before you interrupted I was going to say my boss is Mr. Holland himself.. I got to be his secretary!” you do a little dance out of excitement, you really needed this job.


“Is he even more attractive in person? I heard someones hand bled after slapping him cause they hit his jawline! Di-“


“Louis calm your whore-mones okay? I have to go to work.. I’ll see you later for lunch?”


“Text me what sushi you want babe, It’s time to celebrate” getting up he gives you a big hug. Waving good bye you take your keys out of the bowl by the door. Closing the door behind you and locking it. You make your way down the hallway towards the rest of your day.


-


   Walking into the building you click the power button of your phone. It illuminates showing the time and smiling that you made it an hour early like you wanted to. You had your box of things for your office resting against your hip as you walked. Being early was a good chance for you to personalize your office as well. You didn’t want it to be just an office you wanted it to be a home from homs. In a way you’re like Penelope Garcia from Criminal Minds with little trinkets you would decorate your desk with.


    Poking the button the elevator door dings open. Walking inside the elevator you see another person walking in right after you. Her hair reminded you of how Arianna Grande wears her ponytails. She pushes her glasses up her nose giving you a small smile.


“What floor?” you ask her pointing at all the buttons. She holds up the number with her hands and then points to her ear shaking her head no.


‘I’m on the same floor’ you sign to her with one hand before pressing the button. Looking back at her she introduces herself and showing you her name sign. Thank god you were trilingual and Sign Language was one of the languages you knew.


‘I feel so alone here, it’s nice someone here knows my language’ she confesses as the two of you walked down the hall. Unlocking your door she walks in with you helping you set your stuff up. She offered to help you since you’re new and she wanted to chat.


‘Is he as mean as they say he is?’


‘you mean Mr. Holland?’ you raise your brows in a question earning a nod from her. Marie sets your organizer down next your iMac.


‘From what people have written to me they say he never keeps a secretary more than a week” she pushes her glasses back up. Glancing down at her watch that lit up she excuses herself saying she needs to go. Waving goodbye she leaves the room, her ponytail bouncing a bit.


    Looking over at the clock you mentally think you should make his tea now. Setting your phone on your desk you walk to the break room. Your heels clicked against the marble flooring as you walked. The lighting wasn’t bright but tolerable because you hated bright lights. Seeing a sign you see in white lettering say “Break Room.”


   Pushing the door open you see a couple of people in there. Smiling you head inside and walk over to a cabinet full of white mugs. There was a small kitchen in here which was nice. There were couches and a table for people to eat at. Thinking more about it there are people that probably stay here overnight to work. Pressing the button down on the electric kettle you patiently wait for it to heat the water. Pulling out two mugs you set them aside. Picking out of the options you pick your tea bag and grab one for Mr. Holland.


   Tearing the package open you set each tea bag into the mugs. Once the water is heated you fill up both of the cups. Grasping the string you circle the bag inside the mug letting the tea disperse in the water. Repeated that to your mug you then locate the sugar and two spoons. Opening the fridge you sea some milk and pull it off the shelf.


   When you’re done you pick up the mugs off the counter. A man waits for you holding the door open. Thanking him you make your way back to your office. Turning the handle down with your elbow you push the door open with your hip. Setting your mug down on your glass coaster. Knocking on your door that connected to his office you wait for a response.


“Come in” His voice sounds through the door making your heart beat a little faster. Grasping the handle you turn it and walk into his office. His head turns looking in your direction. Walking over you see his eyes scan down your body and back up.


“Here’s your tea Mr. Holland” you smile setting a coaster down on his desk. The mug making a small clinking sound as you set it down.


“Did yo-“


“Little cream and sugar, I hope you like it” the nerves inside you were building up. Maybe there would be a new record and he would fire me for not liking the tea I made. What Marie told you earlier made you scared as fuck.


   He lifts the mug up sniffing it smiling a bit. Noted he doesn’t mind that you chose an Earl Grey  tea. Bringing the mug to his lips he takes a sip of it. Raising your hands to your chest you hold your hands together. Silently praying he liked it. He looks over at you chuckling showing his adorable smile.


“You can relax love, I really like the tea.. thank you I really needed that this morning” His smile prominent as he looked up at you.


“Y-You’re welcome Mr. Holland… is there anything else I can do for you?” tilting your head slightly to the side bringing your clasped hands down in front of you. Rubbing his jaw he takes a cursory glance at your skirt then back up to you.


“I don’t have anything till nine.. will you bring your tea in here and join me? I don’t want your tea to get cold” He loosens his tie a bit relaxing in his chair. Halting before you do anything, is this a test.


“No this isn’t a test, go grab your tea I’d love the company this morning” Mr. Holland chuckles at your reaction. Shit you actually said that out loud? Walking to your office you grab your tea and cellphone then head back taking a seat across from him.


“So what did you want to talk about Mr. Holland?” you ask crossing your leg over your knee. Your skirt rising a bit naturally.


“I.. wanted to talk about you communicating with one of my Deaf employees” his eyes glued to your legs made the blood rush to your cheeks.


“She’s a lovely woman Mr. Holland, I had a lovely chat with her while setting up my office” smiling at one of the stories she told you. Marie is quite a funny girl.


“How do you know the language, I read in you’re trilingual?” sipping his coffee he looks at you waiting for an answer.


“I learned Spanish when I studied abroad but I know Sign Language cause I’m a CODA” you explain taking another sip of your tea before setting it down.


“If you don’t mind me asking what’s a CODA?”


“Oh a CODA is a child or children of Deaf adults, my parents and sister are Deaf, my older brother and I are hearing” shifting nervously in your seat from the stare he had on your body.


“No wonder you looked like a natural, I’m glad you’re here then so she can feel more comfortable.. the last Deaf employee I had got transferred to the states since they moved there.. I had them work for Jacobs building in the states while Harrison and I take care of things across the pond” you notice how his smile lights up when he talked about The Holy Trinity Foundation.


“I talked to my sister the other day, she told me to say thank you for hiring me but also thank you for the help because now the hospital is getting better too..” Looking down at your hands you smile remembering how happy she was. You sat with her while she got chemo treatment to hold her hand through it. She hated being alone when she got treatment. Both of our parents were working extra so we could pay for her treatment.


“Love are you alright? your smiles gone..” Mr. Holland’s finger tilts your chin up making you look at him. He was standing in front of you leaning against his desk. God you’re an emotional wreck sometimes and can’ t control it.


“I’m sorry, I think it’s just best I don’t talk about her” you stand up walking past him to your office. Your body is stopped by a hand grabbing onto your wrist. Mr. Holland pulls you back to him making your body almost collide into his.


“Please tell me about her, is there something I can do?”


“I don’t need your pity Mr. Holl-“


“Tom.. please call me Tom” looking up at him you let out a defeated sigh. The look in his eyes reminded of you of a puppy.. you love puppies.


“Okay.. Tom, my sister is going through expensive treatment and it’s hard seeing her go through it.. her smile is disappearing slowly the longer she stays in there.. funny thing is she loves all of your Spider-Man movies you made in the past” His hand feeling warm and soothing around your wrist. Tom’s thumb rubbed slowly up and down your wrist.


“I have an idea of something to bring a smile to her face.. let me make a call” letting go of your wrist he pulls out his phone. A minute goes by of him talking to someone on the phone. Tom hangs up his phone putting it back in his pocket.


    Grabbing your hand he pulls you out of his office. You ask him what’s going on but he tells you to trust him. Complying you follow him then realize he’s holding your hand. Looking around you see some people whispering as he pulls you towards the elevator. Looking back down at your hands, yes this definitely doesn’t look right.


    Taking your hand out of his grasp once inside the elevator you keep your eyes locked to the floor. You held the Tom Hollands hand. The thought made your cheeks flush and heart flutter. Tom tilts your chin up gliding his thumb against your jaw. It felt like sparks flew underneath his touch.


“Alright lets go” he lets go of your chin walking out of the elevator.


-


“What’s her room number?” Tom asks as the two of you walk down the hallway. Your heels clicking in the quiet hallway of the hospital.


“396” you say pointing towards the child wing of the hospital. The hallway went from boring to fun as it connected to that part of the hospital.


“I’ll be there in fifteen minutes okay? Harrison is bringing me something” Tom smiles at you before you walk through the doors. Looking down you see the colored tiles and Alice in Wonderland themed decorations hanging. Every three months they change the theme in here.


    One of the nurses who knows you tells you she just got settled into her room. Apparently your sister was in the playroom for most of the day due to the new toys they put in there. Sliding the door open you see your sister laying in her bed. She had a one of your knit beanies on her head. A tube sticking into her nose that connected to a bag.  Your heart hurting at the sight.


    Flickering the light on and off you get her attention once you peep your head past the curtain. Her eyes looking up meeting yours, a smile immediately appearing on her face. She winces when she tries to get up. Signing to her you tell her to stay and not move. Pouting she sits back down and crosses her arms.


‘Jaelynn don’t cross your arms’ she huffs out signing fine exaggeratedly. Her little hands flying as she signed quickly to you. She told you how she wants you here instead of her interpreter. The woman dressed in black shifts awkwardly in her seat.


“I’m sorry, uhh I’ll be here for about an hour? why don’t you take a break and go grab something to eat, I’m sure you need a small break before Neil comes in”


“Thank you, I’ll be back within the hour, see you later Jaelynn” Claudia signs and talks at the same time waving to Jaelynn. She waves quickly then putting her hands in her lap.


‘I know this treatment makes you cranky but you need to be nice to Claudia, she comes here to help you’ your facial expressions stern as you sign to her. Emphasizing on being nice to Claudia and pointing to her name sign she made for Claudia.


‘I’m sorry, I don’t want to be here” her little brows furrow together as she pouts. Reaching over you pinch her nose making her giggle. Her face not being scrunched up in a pout.


“Jaelynn we have a surprise for you..” Turning to the side you see Harrison holding a camera. Jaelynn asks what’s going on and you sign you don’t know. Fingerspelling Harrison’s name you tell her that’s who’s behind the camera. Harrison walks by then aiming the camera at the curtain.


   All of a sudden Spider-Man does a flip landing landing in the empty spot next to Harrison. A smile on Harrison’s face as he captured Jaelynn’s reaction. Her little mouth formed an O as she saw Spider-Man stand up. Her little hands signing as you watched.


“Wow! it’s Spider-Man!! he’s here look look” you voice for her smiling over at the masked hero. He reaches up pulling his mask off. Tom shakes his head making his curls fall back in place. Your eyes going down his suited body that clung to his muscles.


“I’m Spider-Man but you may know me as Peter Parker right?” His Queens accent sounding so natural, your hands moving along as he talked. Her eyes watching you then she signs back to you with a smile.


“Of course who doesn’t know about Spider-Man!” you voice excitedly loving the smile that was on her face. Her little hands acting like she was shooting webs.


“How bout we make a Spider-Man pact yeah?” you sign raising your eyebrows at her so she knows it’s a question. She tilts her head before signing  quickly to you.


“Spider-Man pact? I’m a sick kid” your smile dropping after what you just interpreted. Tom sits on the side of her bed. Her hands reaching for his web shooters. She points to his web shooters and starts signing to you.


“You’re Spider-Man, you have web shooters that catch the bad people” Tom laughs at her excitement of his suit from the movies. Jae holds his hand looking at it closely tracing her fingers over the black detailing.


“Of course you are! your powers are fighting against the medicine you have..I talked to Mr. Stark and he wants to pay for your treatment so that you can get the best care” you were shocked at how natural he sounded with his Queens accent. She looks at you watching your hands as you interpreted what he was telling her. Noticing her eyes shining and a smile on her face. It was beaming which brought tears to your eyes.


“So you know the hand shape I make is actually the same shape as I Love You in ASL right?” Her eyes look at her hand and mouth opens in shock. Nodding her head at Tom she raises her hand saying I love you.


“What does that mean?” you ask for her as she looks at Tom who sets his mask down on the bed. Her face held confusion as she looks at you waiting for you to interpret.


“It means that we can make our superhero bond.. I’ll show you”


   He takes her little hand forming it into the I Love You sign making sure her palm is facing down and he places that onto of his hand in that shape. He points with his left hand showing how the signs point to each other. She signs with her free hand letting out a little laugh.


“Spider-Man what do you mean by that!” you say looking over at Tom who was smiling down at Jaelynn.


“It means that there is love everywhere and love beats anything.. That’s why Spider-Man is so much cooler than any other Superhero cause on top of fighting the bad guys I get to spread love to the world. I get to spread the love now through the pact to help stop those bad guys inside you so you don’t have to do this alone…” tears formed in her eyes as she took in everything you signed. She looked down at their hands connected smiling. Getting up slowly she wraps her arms around Tom’s neck.


“Thank you Tom” you whisper wiping the tears from your eyes as they fell down your cheeks. Jaelynn lets go of Tom handing him back his mask. Her hands move in little quick movements.


“When will you be back Spider-Man?”


“I have to see when Mr. Stark needs me for another mission but I’ll definitely stop by to check on my Spider-Man pact friend” He reaches up fixing her beanie that was about to fall off. Claudia enters the room  setting her purse down on the counter as she walks in. Her eyes looking at the whole scene in front of her.


‘He came to see Jae don’t worry, we’ll be leaving now’


‘I’ll come by tomorrow okay? Mom and Dad are busy for the next week’ you sign to Jae before giving her forehead a kiss. She waves to the both of you as we leave the room. Tom goes to the bathroom with a bag and comes out minutes later dressed in his work suit.


“C’mon lets get back to the office and start rescheduling appointments, and Harrison please edit that and upload it to the foundations website” the three of you make your way out of the hospital together. Harrison gives you and Tom a hug goodbye as he takes off to his car.


    The drive back to the office was full of conversation. Mainly you thanking Tom for even thinking of using his suit to surprise you sister. You haven’t seen her smile like that for over six months. Her smile today was all thanks to him. He told you he would start a campaign to help raise funds for Jaelynn. Maybe Marie was wrong, he doesn’t seem cold from how she described him…


“Love, can you make me some tea again with cream and sugar?You made it perfectly the last time..” He hands you his empty mug picking up a file with his other hand. Your fingers brush against his making him look at your hand then back up to you. Tom’s gaze captivating yours almost pulling you towards him just by the look in his eyes.


“Yes Mr. Holland,cream and sugar.. just how you like it” you whisper before turning around and walking out of his office. You could feel his stare burning into your back as you sauntered out down the hall. 


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EXCLUSIVE: The 7 Biggest Secrets From Hook & Emma's 'Once Upon a Time' Wedding: Vows, Honeymoon & Much More!

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Wedding bells are officially ringing in Storybrooke!

Once Upon a Time’s highly anticipated musical episode is almost here, which means that we’re just a few days away from witnessing Emma Swan and Killian Jones say “I do” in a breathtaking wedding ceremony. (Trust us. It’s perfect.)

ET had the pleasure of visiting Once Upon a Time’s set in Vancouver, Canada, last month during filming of the musical matrimony, and we sat down with stars Jennifer Morrison and Colin O'Donoghue for an intimate and in-depth interview that focused on each and every aspect of their on-screen wedding.

From their “honest” vows, to Emma’s “timeless” wedding gown, and their dream honeymoon – only ET has all the inside scoop straight from the stars of the series! Plus, we’ve got additional details from executive producers Adam Horowitz and Edward Kitsis, as well as Once Upon a Time’s head costume designer Eduardo Castro.

So, shall we get started? Or, as O'Donoghue cleverly put it: who’s ready for some “music and dance and some mighty fine romance” at Captain Swan’s wedding?

Just a warning that this is the biggest Once Upon a Time article we’ve ever written, so grab a comfy seat, put your cellphone on silent and get ready to go on an emotional roller coaster of feels. And, as always, please remember to breathe!

1. The Venue: The Once showrunners confessed that they had considered a number of “other places” for Emma and Killian to tie the knot – yes, even Granny’s! – but in the end, they settled on a brand new Storybrooke location for the ceremony. “Without wanting to spoil the episode, there’s a story reason for why it’s on the roof,” Horowitz revealed. “But there’s also something to us that was super romantic about having Storybrooke as the backdrop.”

Emma and Killian will tie the knot in front of a dream-worthy sunset and surrounded by their closest friends and family. “It’s the place where they’ve kind of come together,” Horowitz continued. “Where their love has grown and where both of them as characters have grown, so seeing the whole town kind of beneath and surrounding them felt like a really cool way to do it.”

“I thought it was perfect,” Morrison dished. “We just felt, like, what better way to make it feel extra special than to have [the wedding] also be the musical episode?”

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anonymous asked:

Hey! Could I request a Scenario for Shiro where his S/O helps bandage up some minor wounds and maybe it gets an little Smexy ( If ya catch my drift ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) )

OK, I’m so so sorry this took so long! I was like halfway through with it when my computer decided to freeze up and crash on me before I saved. I was/still am pissed.

But here we are. Just a little NSFW.

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I feel like Hufflepuff would be the most chill house. They’ve got a chill Professor, they have these nice, hella comfy seats, surrounded by a bunch of strange & interesting magical plants and are right by the kitchens. With that kind of convenience, wouldn’t be surprised if there was a muggleborn who introduced their older housemates to their own ‘bubonic chronic’ plant for after hours chill time.

Having a bookstore across the Joke Shop would involve... // George//

A/N: It’s basically a Dating George Weasley would involve…And agaaain I went a bit overboard because I can’t tell you how much I love him. ( and Draco) Enjoy this piece of fluff that I am throwing in between. 

Fred’s version

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Quidditch Matches - Fred Weasley

Word Count: 4,223

Prompt: Fred and his Gryffindor girlfriend attend a Quidditch match together when other plans lead them back to Fred’s dorm room.

This is just based off and idea on what I could see happening if Fred Weasley brought his Gryffindor girlfriend to a Quidditch match between Ravenclaw and Slytherin.

Warnings: Fluff, very light smut, mention of sex, unedited 


“Hurry up, love! We’re gonna miss the match if we don’t get there in time!” Whipping your head around you found the source of the voice. You rolled your e/c eyes abated at your eager boyfriend. Fred was practically dancing back and forth on his toes as he stood waiting for you in the light mist. His red hair was hidden under a dampen wool hat, the ends sticking to his skin.

“Give me a second, Fred. I just need to put my boots on.” You mumbled leaning up against the brick walls of the castle. Fred Weasley had been raving the entire week about the Quidditch match playing out Saturday night. It was set between Slytherin and Ravenclaw and for some reason your boyfriend was more than thrilled to attend. He managed to hook you in and when Saturday finally did roll around, the match was all he could talk about. At five o'clock on the dot Fred dragged you out of the Gryffindor common room, where most of your weekends were spent, before you could even get dressed for the occasion. You snatched your raincoat off the hook, lucky for you a pair of thin fleece gloves were buried in the pocket, your boots by the door, and a homemade tie blanket to sit on.

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She is Beauty (Tom Holland x Reader)

Tom Holland x Fem!Reader

*Please don’t plagiarize my work, thank you :3*

Warning: I love swearing, okay? Fuck. 

Summary: You’re one of the starring roles in Avengers: Infinity War, and your current mission is to make it to the premier on time and not make an idiot of yourself. Minor problem…you’re new to the movie business and clumsy as fuck. 


“Holy shit,” You muttered to as you watched the lady through the mirror making your hair into a messy bun like it was the easiest thing ever. “Holy shit, holy shit, I’m going to be late.”

“…And done!” The lady exclaims, stepping back and smiling proudly at her creation. You twisted around to see the various angles, internally gasping at how perfectly casual the bun looked. The lady twirled your chair slowly, letting you admire the new look.

“Is it good?”

You can only nod, smiling brightly and bouncing up and down in your seat..

“Oh thank god.” The hair stylist sighs, placing a hand on her chest in relief. “I was afraid it was too simple. Nothing on you miss, but isn’t a messy bun easy to make? Why not do it at home?”

“I’m kind of-well, really bad at doing hair and stuff.” You explain, jumping out of the chair and rushing to get your things all while trying not to ruin the bun.

“I’m also going to be late for this event,” You say over your shoulder, fumbling with your bag. “And it’s not the kind of thing you can be late to, so… “

One hand holding your bun in place you whip around and sling your bag over your shoulder. “There’s actually a movie premier happening down the road in an hour or so…” The stylist says, starting to connect the dots. “Are you-are you going?

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brookevs  asked:

Could you do prompt 1 with peter? Btw I love ur writing❤️

Anon: hi! I love your writing! could you mabye do prompts 1 and 4 with peter? 💫

did sOMEBODY ASK FOR MORE PETER???? I AM HERE TO DELIVER. (thank u so much both of u I’m so happy you enjoy my stuff 💗)

#1 “You’re n-not, um, w-wearing anything under that, are you?”
#4 “Are you trying to turn me on right now or are you really just that oblivious?”

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for this one I was imagining those comfy red leather seats that AMC theaters have (if u ever been to AMC u might know what I’m talkin about). I did my best to push through this brain fart and finish this one, I hope you like it 💞 

Just Be Quiet | One shot

“Are you sure you want to see this?” Peter asked, his brows furrowed as he looked at the poster for the movie his girl had pointed to. He didn’t know this movie even existed, and it didn’t look like anything that would be of interest to her. They’d been dating for months and had plenty of movie nights for him to know what her taste in cinema was like, and it sure as hell wasn’t some fluffy wannabe ‘Notebook’ film.

“Yes,” his girl said, wrapping an arm around his waist. “My friend saw it last week, she said it’s got some pretty…intense scenes.”

Rolling his eyes, he slid a twenty under the window and read off the film title to the cashier.

“Meet me in the theater with popcorn?” she wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Sure thing,” he grinned, giving her one quick smooch before heading towards the concession stand.

-

He walked into the theater to see only two other couples in the theater. This movie must be terrible, he thought to himself. She had picked the seats in the very back row, against the wall. She was already propped up comfortably with the footrest out, waiting for him. Careful not to drop their popcorn, he made his way up the steps in the dim theater and plopped down in the seat next to her.

“Got us a large,” he offered her the bucket. “But with you I’m sure it’ll be gone before the previews are over,” he joked.

“You know me so well,” she snickered, grabbing a handful of popcorn.

-

Thirty minutes and half a bucket of popcorn into the movie, she peeked over at Peter from the corner of her eye. Despite the poor quality of the film hew was totally engaged, of course, and didn’t seem to notice when she adjusted herself in her seat and edged closer to him, until she was against her arm rest. Snuggling up as close as she could, she rested her head on his shoulder and felt him give her a light kiss on top of her head.

A few minutes later and she was growing even more restless, and rested her hand on Peter’s leg, drawing circles over the fabric of his jeans with her finger. She paused for a few moments, waiting to see if he had noticed or cared, before taking it a bit further. Glancing up at him, she began slowly rubbing her hand up and down his thigh, getting dangerously close to his dick.

Feeling where she was going with her hand, he snapped out of his concentration on the movie and looked down to see her staring up at him.

“Are you trying to turn me on right now or are you really just that oblivious-” he said before she leaned up and cut him off with a deep kiss. Terrified to draw attention to the two of them, he sat still, feeling her tongue in his mouth as she nearly devoured him. When she finally broke away he stared at her with wide eyes.

“Are you crazy?!” he mouthed to her, to which she bit her lip and carefully slid out of her chair and climbed into his, settling in next to him with one leg propped over his, causing her already short skirt to slide up even more. Trying to save her the embarrassment of flashing anyone who might glance back at them, he grabbed the material and tried to recover her crotch area when she held his hand still over her.

“You’re n-not, um, w-wearing anything under that, are you?” he stammered. Smirking, she pushed his hand underneath her skirt and his fingers slid over her clit. She was already soaking wet for him, and suddenly her begging to see some shitty movie that no one had heard of, on one of the slowest nights of the week, made sense now.

But he didn’t get a chance to pull her into the hallway and confront her about it, before he could utter another word she was unbuttoning his jeans and slipping her hand under his boxers. He gripped the armrest as she wrapped her hand around his length, slowly stroking and preparing him for her.

“A-Are you sure this is a good idea?” he whispered, his voice cracking as her thumb brushed over his slit.

“Relax,” she purred in his ear. “Just be quiet.”

Carefully pulling his jeans down a little further, his cock sprung free from its cloth confinements. Reaching into her purse, she pulled out a condom, unwrapping it and sliding it on for Peter before grabbing the armrests and lifting herself off the chair to position herself over him. Peter pressed one hand against her back to hold her steady, positioning the head of his cock against her entrance. She slowly lowered herself down on him, biting her lip to hold back her moaning as she felt him fill her.

Peter’s mouth fell open and his head fell back against the seat, praying to whatever higher power that was above them that he wouldn’t slip a moan and get the both of them banned from the theater forever. She remained still on top of him for a moment, adjusting herself before she held his hands on the armrests, and began slowly rocking her hips.

She started out slow, painfully slow. Just enough for him to feel the smallest bit of friction inside her, but nowhere near enough for him to get off. She focused on carefully moving her hips over him, spreading her legs open a little more to accommodate more of his length and clenching herself around him. Her eyes repeatedly darted between the two couples in the theater, watching for the moment one of them might hear something suspicious and turn around. She wasn’t exactly sure what she’d do if someone saw them, she was only banking on not getting caught.

After many agonizing minutes of incredibly slow thrusting, she felt Peter’s hands gripping her hips. Turning her head to get a look at him, she almost moaned and blew their cover right there. His head was laid back against the plush leather of the seat, eyes closed as he focused on every little movement she made over him. His mouth hung open, the smallest breaths escaping every now and then as he tried to hold his composure, and god he was struggling. She reached back and brushed her hands through his hair and his eyes fluttered open, glassy and silently pleading with her.

Steadying herself on the armrests, she began thrusting a little faster, the heat pooling in her abdomen the moment the friction between them picked up, finally enough movement for both of them to feel something. Peter’s grip on her loosened, his hands rubbing up and down her sides and her head fell back as she felt herself getting closer to her climax. She clenched herself around Peter again and felt him wrap his arms around her, gently pulling her back into the seat with him, his hips beginning to move underneath her.

“Be careful,” she whispered between breaths. 

“Don’t worry, I got you,” he murmured, tugging her earlobe gently with his teeth before he resumed thrusting up into her ever so gently, feeling bolder and reaching down to play with her clit. She slapped her hands over her mouth, immediately looking around to make sure no one had taken notice of them.

“That feel good babe?” his voice rasped in her ear, and she nodded in response, a small whimper rising in her throat.

Minutes later, her orgasm began to overtake her and he felt her walls clamp down on him as her body shuddered against him. He sunk his teeth into her shoulder to stifle his groaning, and she gripped his thighs, her mouth falling open and she squeezed her eyes shut, trying not to scream. He slowed his thrusting as she finished her orgasm, leaning back into the seat with him. He trailed his hand up and down her forearm as he felt his heartbeat slow back down.

“You sneaky girl,” he mumbled, smiling against her skin.

“Don’t pretend you didn’t enjoy that more than the movie,” she chuckled in response, turning her head to plant a kiss on his cheek.

“Wanna blow this popsicle stand then and do some more enjoyable things at my place?” he grinned.

“You’re such a dork,” she snorted, sliding off his lap and adjusting her skirt, checking over her shoulder to make sure she didn’t moon anyone. “Let’s get out of here.”

Can You Feel It? (pt 1/2) [M]

Summary: Yeo One is your true enemy. He tries to take over your student council duties daily. He’s always flaunting his popularity. He always has something smart ass to say to you or about you. So what happens when you find him tied up in the classroom after hours? You can do anything to him that you want. Revenge might feel great, but who would have the last word?

Warnings: Bondage, orgasm denial, various kinks, exhibitionism, all sorts of lechery. It’s all in good fun, though.

Note: Extremely dirty. I would like to apologize for writing this in advance. OTL Read at your own risk. I know Changgu would never be a jerk like this but wouldn’t it be fun if he was? Also, I know nothing about Student Council so I just made everything up! Hooray!


As I walked into the classroom on Friday morning I saw the usual sight. Changgu hadn’t picked up the materials for today’s class and instead he was sitting at his desk with his friends surrounding him, talking animatedly and laughing. No doubt he was telling fantastic stories about his latest date.

I shoved my way through the throng of overly tall boys who were his friends. “Changgu, did you get the homeroom materials for today?”

Changgu sighed at having his story interrupted. He looked at me dismissively, straightening his tie. “Can’t you do it?”

“Why would I do it? It’s your job, not mine.”

“But I’m busy right now,” he said, having the nerve to give me his stupid aegyo face – the one with the big innocent eyes and puffy baby cheeks. “Can’t you do it?”

He always does this. He expects to get away with everything. He’s always shirking his duties as Vice President simply because he is hot and popular and everyone likes him. If he thinks the same childish act he uses on other girls will work on me, he can think again.

“I have to prepare for the student council meeting. I have things to do right now. So you go do it. Also, I need the agenda for today’s Student Council meeting,” I said, sticking my hand out.

He’d better have done it or I swear to God. The school festival starts next week and I have too many things to do. Not to mention my own VP will be no help at all.

“Uh….” He said, scratching his ear and looking around guiltily.

All his friends began to snicker, knowing that he hadn’t done it and that I would get angry, as I always did.

“Did you not do it? Again?!” I cried. “How hard is it, Changgu?”

“I just got busy last night. I had a date with a very hot girl. I mean you should have seen her. I was just in the middle of telling everyone about it, but then you ruined it,” he told me, frowning dramatically.

“How can you say something like that with a straight face?” I questioned.

“Come on, you’re a straight A student, it’s nothing for you to write up the agenda right quick,” said E Dawn. “Right?”

I stared at him so coldly it made him visibly wither. I pointed a finger to Changgu. “This jerk right here is a straight A student too! And even if he wasn’t, he should do the things he’s responsible for, right?”

Everyone began to sigh and go back to their seats, complaining that I killed the fun and ruined their joy, calling me a killjoy and a warden. Changgu fake coughed into his hand while saying the word “Buzzkill!”

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Wrong Place Wrong Time (20)

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Part 20 of an ongoing series, enjoy :)
A fanfic for a more Mature audience due to violence and language. Read at your own risk :)

Themes=😖,🌟,💣,🎭. (☠️- Harm towards characters, Strong language and Adult themes.)

Summary: You end up in the wrong place at the wrong time and it has negative repercussions. Main characters include: Reader and EXO.

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3 Part 4  Part 5 Part 6  Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12  Part 13  Part 14  Part 15  Part 16  Part 17  Part 18 Part 19  Part 21  Part 22  Part 23  Part 24  Part 25  Part 26  Part 27  Part 28  Part 29  Part 30  Part 31  Part 32  Part 33  Part 34  Part 35 (Final)

Word Count: 2,708


Your heart was pounding out of happiness and fright. They came to save you which meant they cared enough. But now Minseok was being held at gun point, by Kris, who you thought had died. What on earth was going on?

“If you two even think of reaching for your holsters I promise you, I will shoot him so don’t you even dare.” Kris said smirking at Minseok. He was dangerously handsome and it was almost intimidating, it made your stomach rumble and before you knew it, you were involuntarily throwing your head forward and vomiting on Jongin’s shoe.

“Ah Y/N those were expensive.” He looked down at his feet in disgust, shaking what little he could off.
Your head was disoriented you couldn’t think straight and were on the verge of having a mental break down. Your stomach was spinning, the other hostage was still screaming and you were focusing on Kris’ gun resting on Minseok’s skull.

“Ugh for fuck’s sake shut up.” Without looking Kris reached his arm backwards shooting the screaming man directly in the centre of his forehead where the water had been dripping and brought his gun back to Minseok. How ironic, now there really was a hole in his head.

“Fuck it Kris, he was the only lead we had.” Jongin hissed angrily at the tall man, who was still wearing a disturbing smile on his face at a time like this.

“He was too loud I couldn’t concentrate, besides he wasn’t going to tell us anything anyway.” Keeping his gun aimed at Minseok, he walked round to Junmyeon and Sehun removing their guns from their holsters and slid them across the floor to Jongin. Frisking their pockets and searching for anything else.

“What the fuck is going on here, and why the fuck are you alive, you’re supposed to be dead!” Junmyeon stared at Kris, anger in his eyes, consuming him whole he was shaking violently now.

“Sit. Now.” Kris said, pushing his gun down into Minseok’s neck and looking at the other two men. If you thought Junmyeon had power then you were wrong, because the authority that Kris had right now was incredulous. They didn’t need to be told twice an immediately sunk down to the ground, Minseok not taking his eyes off of you. You had never seen him act so obedient in his life.
“There’ll be no violence and no questions until we’re done explaining all of this too you, but if one of you talk, interrupt or just piss me off in general I will shoot you, I’ve always had a bad temper right. At the end of the day, our squadron can do this without you.” He winked at Sehun, then almost immediately his smile disappeared as if it was never there in the first place. You had no idea what he meant by the last part. Squadron? How many traitors were there? Your heart began to thump against your chest. Did that mean more of Genesis were working for Red; Sehun? Kyungsoo…Chanyeol? No that couldn’t be possible …could it?

Jongin pulled out a small pen knife from his pocket and walked behind you. You held your breath, scared beyond belief, trying to prepare yourself for the sharp pain of a knife being stabbed into your back, but to your surprise all you felt was the rope around your wrist being loosened. He then walked back in front of you using the knife to cut through the rope around your torso and then bent down to cut the rope around your ankles. You let out a breath, why wasn’t Jongin hurting you? Not that you weren’t thankful for it, but wasn’t he supposed to be torturing you by this point. That’s always how it went in the films wasn’t it? You should’ve been beaten until you were black and blue, possibly with some teeth or fingers missing. But no. You were intact, unscathed. You hadn’t been touched at all. You heard a door being opened and closed, looking up you saw May walking in, her hands covered in black soot. She smelt like petrol and burning bodies. She smiled softly at Jongin and stood beside where you were sat, looking intently at scene unfolding in front of her.

“Let me explain to you what’s happening here.” Kris began, slowly lifting his gun from Minseok’s head and placing his hand down to his side. “If you thought we were the bad guys, you were wrong. If you thought we worked for Red…well theoretically you’re not wrong.” A warped smirk returning to his face.

“What do you mean you’re not the bad guys? You faked your death. Jongin shot Yixing and Chanyeol, abducted Y/N and fucking killed Luhan.” Junmyeon screamed his face was red and he was rocking back and forth on his haunches.

“I said don’t fucking interrupt me Junmyeon.” Kris raised his gun in Junmyeon’s direction pulling the trigger. You shrieked, but let out a breath when you realised he aimed for the wall behind. “The next one will be in the back of your skull if you try me again. Anyway as I was saying. We have our reasons for that. We work for Genesis to an extent. Well…” He touched his chin in thought, carefully selecting his next set of words. “We’re doing Genesis a favour; we’re trying to help you out. You see, for many reasons, that we’re not going to get into at this precise moment in time, we’re not keen on Red either. But surely you must know there is no way you can take Red down without infiltrating the base right?” He raised a brow. “That’s where we come in. You see, people like me and Jongin have easy access to The Red Corp due to the reasons we won’t be discussing now. The point is we gain information from the top and transport it to Genesis, all these hints and clues you were getting about the next big raids, the planned attacks, that was all from us. So you see we’re not the bad guys, we’re on your side. Do we all understand everything that Uncle Kris is saying?” He said in a patronising tone, smiling at the boys sat beneath him. Minseok shook his head furiously. Causing Kris to roll his eyes. “For fuck sake, it’s always you Minseok, what is it that you don’t understand?”

Minseok scoffed, looking up at Kris through dark eyes. “Oh I understand. I understand perfectly well. I just don’t believe you. I don’t buy any of this shit.” He shot Jongin a fierce look. “He took Y/N, shot the guys and killed Luhan and you really expect me to believe you’re on our side, you must be joking me.” He spat at Kris’s shoe, Kris rolling his eyes in response again.

“Ugh very classy Minseok. Very classy.” He lifted his foot kicking Minseok in the jaw. “This was all necessary, everything we’ve done up until this point. You see at first myself and Jongin didn’t know we were working for the same cause, but then we found out and began piecing things together bit by bit, giving you guys more clues, but we had to keep covert in order for this to work. Yixing was hot on Jongin’s tail since the death of Luhan so we had to plant it on somebody else. Sorry Minseok.” He gave him a childish smile.
“You see we had to bring Y/N here, otherwise you would never have listened to Jongin, you’d have killed him straight away, am I right? A very cute girl might I add, I hope she’s not taken.” He turned around to wink at you and licked his lips. Minseok staring at him with eyes full of hate.

“I don’t think so Kris.” Jongin stood in front of you defensively, stroking your cheek making your skin crawl somewhat. You looked up towards May who was staring at you as though you had just attempted to shoot a bullet through her chest.

“Oh. The both of you are screwing? Fuck I didn’t know.” Kris laughed, pulling a ‘well that could’ve been awkward’ face.

“So this is the bitch you’re always going on about Jongin. Wow you could do so much better.” May mumbled, shaking her head, but you had heard and Jongin did too, making him frown at her and elbowing her in the stomach.

“Anyway back to the topic at hand, we’ve reached a point where we need everyone’s help, so we’ve had to fill you guys in, but so help me God step out of line and I will not hesitate to kill anyone, do you understand.” Kris glowered, waving his gun around in the air.

“So you expect us to just roll over like dogs and do as you say?” Sehun scoffed.

“Well you’re already sitting like dogs and doing as I say, so why not go that extra mile, hmm?”

“No. No this has to be a joke. I don’t trust you guys I don’t believe this, I don’t know what you want from us, if you want us to turn our backs on Genesis and the others and join whatever cult you’ve got going on here, but it’s not happening.” Sehun shook his head.

“Sehun. Darling. If you keep interrupting me like this, your blood will be the new colour of paint on my wall.” Kris laughed bitterly, pointing at the wall behind Sehun.

“I’ve done bad shit in my life, but I will never join you. You worked together to kill Luhan there is no way on this blasted earth that I will join you!” Sehun shouted, tears streaming from his eyes and his face red.

“Well then I guess there’s no need for you to be a part of our private meeting. Bye Sehun, I’ll see you in hell, okay? Make sure you save me a comfy seat, one without cushions just won’t do.” He raised his gun upwards towards Sehun, who was still crying furiously.

 Your eyes went wide and you acted instinctively.

You dropped yourself onto the floor picking up one of the guns that Kris had slid towards Jongin’s feet and pointed it at him, your hands were shaking violently, you didn’t know what you were doing, but you had to do something.

“Drop it or I’ll shoot.” Your voice was shaky and in no way did you sound as confident as you wanted to come across but at this point in time you honestly didn’t care.

“Y/N, put the gun down.” Jongin hissed beside you, but you weren’t listening. You were still holding it up towards Kris, your hands still trembling.

“He said put it down you stupid bitch.” You heard May say, the next second you felt and intense burning pain ripping through your left leg. You looked down to see May stabbing you in the thigh. You shrieked out in pain, dropping to the floor, the pain was so extreme you couldn’t breathe; you had never experienced anything like it. “I’m sick and tired of your moaning and whinging. Cleaning up your piss and shit. I’m sick tired of Jongin always talking about you, as though I don’t exist, if he were clever he’d only have eyes for me.”


“May! What the fuck are you doing!” Jongin shouted, but he was too stunned to move, he stared at you mouth wide open.

In the midst of the distraction, Minseok had managed to run over to your side of the room.
“Christ. Y/N, its okay you’ll be fine we’ll get you out of here.” He ripped off his shirt, leaving his chest bare and tied it around your thigh to stop the bleeding.
Picking up the second gun from the floor Minseok lifted it in Kris’ direction and shot his foot, sending him dropping to the floor, screaming in pain and grabbing his foot. You were half a second away from having a panic attack.

“I’m tired of pretending to work alongside you guys, I swear Red better pay me triple my share for this shit. I’ll deal with killing you later.” May hissed looking at you whilst grabbing a bottle of chloroform from the side; she ripped the bottom of her shirt off and tipped some chloroform into the material. “But first I guess I have to deal with this feisty prick.” She pressed the material over Minseok’s mouth, at first he was trying to resist putting up a fight, but then you saw his eyes roll back into his head and his lids close. You were in too much pain to even cry out to him at this point, the sensation had spread and your whole body was on fire.

“What the fuck is going on!?” Junmyeon screamed, running up towards Minseok.

May grabbed the gun that was next to Minseok’s hand and pointed it down at him.
“Take a step closer to us pretty boy and I’ll blow your friends brains out.” Junmyeon’s body was shaking, but he began to retreat back to where Sehun and Kris were.

“Jongin, what the fuck is happening, I promise, I’ll kill you.” Junmyeon breathed staring at you and Minseok in horror.

“I don’t fucking know! This was never part of the plan I swear to you. May! What the fuck are you doing?!” Jongin screeched, pushing her against the wall, She used the hilt of her gun to whack Jongin across the head, causing him to bleed.

“I’ve given you so many opportunities to like me Jongin. We really could’ve been bigger and better you know. Red is the future, the profit he makes is huge, not Genesis. But you were too blind to fucking see that. I guess it was never meant to be.” She picked up the second gun next to you on the floor and stuffed it into her back pocket.

“Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to finish getting rid of the bodies outside. Follow me and I’ll shoot him.” She said, hooking her hands under Minseok’s armpits and dragged him to the door. What was she doing what was going to happen. You were sobbing now out of pain and panic.

“Jongin, why are you doing this to us?” You cried, applying pressure to your thigh.

“This wasn’t part of the plan Y/N I told you! She’s corrupt and I didn’t know. I didn’t know she was actually on Red’s side, I thought she was one of us. This is besides the point we need to get out of here. Now” He picked you up and threw you over his shoulder, racing towards the door that the boys had come through not long before. “Junmyeon, Sehun. Help me get Kris into your car.”

You were breathing heavily, trying to ease the pain anyway you could, but it just wasn’t working. Jongin opened the door of the car and lowered you into the back seat.
“I’m so sorry Y/N you were never supposed to get hurt, nobody was ever supposed to get hurt. This is all my fault, I should’ve known. It’ll be okay, we’ll get you back I promise.” He shut the door and ran over to the other side opening it for Kris, who was lowered into the car beside you.

But your focus was on what you could see in the distance.

May.

There were two black vans in front of her. She picked up a green can of petrol and began splashing one of the vans with it. Lighting up a matchstick she held it in her hand.

“Say goodbye to your friend!” She shouted. Your heart began to bang in your chest.
 
No.

Minseok was in there, She couldn’t. She wouldn’t. Minseok can’t die. Not now.

“FUCKING STOP. DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE! PUT IT OUT NOW! NOW!” Junmyeon screamed at the top of his lungs.

Time paused for a moment, your heart was beating irregularly. Surely she wouldn’t.

But you were wrong.

Her arms flew forward throwing the match at the van. It was instantly consumed in flames. The flames were high, bright and loud. At that moment you were oblivious to the pain in your leg. You were only aware of the pain in your chest.

You banged your fist against the car window and screamed the loudest you ever had in your life.

“NO! MINSEOK! NO!”

The Corner of the Coffee Shop - Bucky Barnes x reader Fluff

Originally posted by wotgustin

A/N: I’M BUZZING BC I MADE A MOCHA FRAPPE WITH A LITTLE TOO MUCH CAFFEINE - HERE’S SOMETHING CUTE, HOPE YOU LIKE IT

Title: The Corner of the Coffee Shop

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Word Count: 817

Warnings: just some pure fluff based off a random prompt

“Constantly fighting for the best seat in the library/coffee shop/whatever” au.


There he was. That mothER FUCKER. He made eye contact with y/n and gave her a smirk from the other entrance of the coffee shop. Y/n quirked her eyebrow then shifted her gaze to her favorite spot in the shop. A big, comfy seat tucked away in a corner where one could bask in the absolute privacy. The strange boy - who only wore huge oversized sweaters and hoodies to hide what y/n thought was a cool arm - would always come at the exact same time that y/n did. It just so happens that his favorite seat in the coffee shop was the comfy seat in the corner.

In a blink of an eye, the two sprinted across the shop, desperate to get their seat. Unfortunately, the man won. He beamed up at y/n, showing off his pearly whites, then propped his feet up on the table. She poked her tongue out at him, clutching a book in her hand, then spinning on her heel to turn to the table next to her favorite spot in the corner. The chair dragged loudly across the floor as y/n sent a death glare to the man who sat on her throne mockingly. He still had a shit-eating grin on his face as he wrote notes in his little journal. That bastard. Y/n scoffed, ordered her usual drink of choice, then went back to reading her book. Sometimes, she’d look up and find the man staring back at her - sipping his coffee. She’d furrow her eyebrows at him, but he’d just laugh.


The next day, at the exact same time - the man showed up again. He was wearing what y/n thought was a Captain America sweater - he must’ve been a fan of his. Y/n ran to the chair in the corner of the shop and sat down triumphantly. The man pouted, stomping his foot on the ground like a child then sitting down on the “table for losers”. The cashier guy - Pietro - seemed to find the two highly entertaining and sometimes sat down on the chair just to tease them. Pietro thought it was strange how the two strangers - who’d known each other for months after fighting over the best seat in the shop - never talked to each other, or even knew each other’s names.


Running down the pathway, and skidding into the coffee shop was the man who liked the corner seat. He had a cheeky smile on his face and a bag slung on his right shoulder. Blue eyes scanned the other entrance for a certain wide-eyed girl who always came at the same time as him, but he was disappointed when he saw no one there. His smile turned into a frown as he put a hand through his hair and walked slowly to his favorite spot in the corner of the shop. He slumped down on the chair - not feeling as happy as he did when he beat the girl to it - and brought out his laptop from his bag.

“She’s not ‘ere today. Sorry, James.” Pietro says, walking up to the man and giving him his usual drink.

Bucky tried to laugh, “It’s not like I was looking forward to seeing her,” He lied.

“Don’t lie Buck, you always look forward to seeing her,” Pietro chuckled, fixing the cap that he had to wear as uniform and ruffling Bucky’s hair.

“I barely even know her Pietro.” Bucky sighed, drinking his coffee.

“Well then get to know her,” Pietro winked as he turned on his heel and made his way back to the counter.


Bucky had a skip in his step when he made his way to the coffee shop. A smile spread on his face when he saw the girl with an art book in one hand and several pens in the other. She made it through the doorway of the coffee shop, her eyes looking straight through his blue ones. She was going to make a run for her favorite seat, but was confused when the man wasn’t bothering to run. She walked cautiously and was surprised to find that there were two identical seats in the corner of the coffee shop. She sat down on the chair facing Pietro at the cashier as the man sat down on the one in front of her.

“Now we don’t have to fight over one seat,” The man grinned at her.

“We weren’t fighting over one seat,” Y/n giggled, placing her stuff on the table in front of her.

“You just don’t want to admit that I’ve won more times than you,” The man laughed taking off his beanie.

“Hey! Who said it was a competition?!” Y/n laughed with the man.

He stretched out his hand to y/n and smiled at her, “I’m Bucky.”

The girl took his hand and shook it, “I’m y/n.”

How Many Freckles Do You Have? (Newt x Reader)

Originally posted by allfantasticbeasts

I know there have been things like this before, but it’s something short and sweet!

Y/N/N: Your nickname


If one thing was for sure about the daily appearance of Newt Scamander, it was the dozens upon dozens of beautiful freckles that littered his skin–and you loved them.  They were just one more thing that added to the uniqueness of him.

However, Newt didn’t love his freckles half as much as you did.  In fact, he didn’t like the at all.

Newt saw them as ugly and distracting, wishing they could just get up and leave.  He figured there was some sort of spell for that, but didn’t want to risk it.  Newt wasn’t the type of person to constantly degrade his appearance in a mirror, but he knew the freckles were always there.

Both you and your fiancee Newt were sitting on the sofa, your legs swung over Newt’s, going over the newest and most recent chapter of his book on the Mooncalves.

“Did you know that during a Mooncalf mating ritual, it leaves odd geometric patterns in wheat fields that confused muggles?”  Newt said enthusiastically.

“You’ve only told me about seven times,” you laughed.  Newt blushed.  “But I admire how passionate you are about your work, you know that.”  You were starting to get tired.  “Love, can we stop here for tonight?”

Newt nodded and closed his journal.  “Of course.  Are you getting tired?”

You shook your head.  “I still have a few more minutes.  I just wanted some nice quiet time with you.”

You got up from your comfy seat and went to the kitchen to make two cups of tea.  When you came back, Newt hadn’t budged.  All he had done was set his book on the coffee table in front of him.  You handed him one of the cups.

“Thank you, Y/N/N.”

“Anytime,” you replied as you sat back down next to him.

You each sat there in silent for a few moments, simply enjoying the feeling of the other one and a nice cup of tea.  You turned your head to observe Newt’s face.  His beautiful whatever-freaking-color-they-are eyes, perfect soft hair, pink lips, and your absolute favorite: his freckles that adorned his features in the most perfect way.

“Love?  What exactly are you staring at?” Newt asked, noticing that you were staring at him.

“How many freckles do you have?” you said nonchalantly.

Newt furrowed his eyebrows and chuckled.  That was one of the most unexpected responses.  “I’m not sure… too many, that’s all I know.”

“What do you mean ‘too many’?” you frowned as you took a sip of your tea.

He shrugged.  “I don’t like them.  They’re ugly.”

You nearly choked on your tea.  “That’s one of the most absurd things I’ve ever heard you say.  Your freckles are adorable!  They complement you perfectly.”  You kissed his cheek.  “Adorable freckles on an adorable man.  What’s a better combination?”

Newt shyly smiled at your compliment.  “Thank you, dear.  I guess they do kind of fit me.”  Newt kissed your cheek.

You stroked his cheek, admiring his cute lil freckles.  “Can I count them?”

Newt tilted his head and chuckled.  “You can sure try.”

“Can I connect them with ink and see if it makes a shape?”

“Now you’re stretching it.”


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notbobmarlie So THIS happened😻 @annakendrick47 super comfy in her seat so I didn’t want to bug her for a picture so instead I slipped her a note (and ran away a mind you). It was about how she’s one of my favorite actresses and super inspiring and honestly, it was hella cheesy.
Anyways! Toward the end of the flight she’s like do you know who wrote this? When I said me she’s like omg do you want to get a picture together? I told her it’s okay she didn’t have to, but she’s like no we’re taking one!! And afterward she gave me a hug. Pardon me while I freak #tf out 😻