pairing: tom holland x reader, featuring harrison osterfield
word count: 2832
summary: tom’s travelling back home to london with harrison, and he just so happens to be on the same flight as you. sometimes, you find love when you’re least expecting it.
author’s note: thanks for the feedback! sorry it’s taken me a while to send this part out but my uni exams begin soon so updates might come slowly for the next month. hope you like this new part :-)
the plane had only been in the air for a few minutes when tom decided it was safe for him to talk to you again. at the sound of his sweet british voice next to your ear, you felt something inside of you loosening, and your breathing slowly returned to normal.
“once,” he ducked his head to glance out the window at the disappearing skyline, “harrison and i were flying back to montreal from london on new year’s eve. we were close to landing at midnight.”
you turned your head slightly to watch him as he talked.
“it was a really clear night and we could see all the little firework displays along the way. these tiny flares, shooting up and going off below us. one after another.”
the view outside the window went white as the plane pushed through the clouds. you felt your heart pounding and closed your eyes, trying to picture tom’s fireworks instead.
“if you didn’t know what they were, it probably would’ve looked really scary or something – but from the plane, it was sorta nice. they looked pretty, plus we couldn’t hear them so they were just silent, small lights way down below. it was hard for me to believe that they were the same huge explosions of noise from the ground, you know? a matter of perspective.”
you opened one eye.
“is this supposed to help me get over my fear of flying?”
“no,” tom grinned sheepishly, “i was just trying to distract you again.”
“thanks. got anything else?”
“yup,” he sat back, dragging a hand through his curls and leaving it resting in his hair. “a whole plane trip’s worth, actually.”
you tugged on the window cover and pulled it down so the sky was gone from view, ignoring tom’s raised eyebrows. luckily, the seatbelt light above your heads flickered off and the screen embedded into the seat in front of you switched on. tom’s did the same and he reached out, tapping on the touch display.
“huh. they have these in first-class too.”
“i wonder what movies they’re showing.”
tom drew his hand back.
“uhh – don’t bother checking. probably that lame cartoon one that just came out. the emoji movie, i think?” he leant over and switched off your screen. “don’t you prefer my company anyway?”
you shot him an indignant look.
“hey! i happen to enjoy movies about emojis, thanks very much.”
tom rolled his eyes.
“talking emojis? hollywood’s running out of ideas.”
“some of the emojis sing too,” you grinned, enjoying the look on tom’s face.
“please, please don’t tell me that you’ve watched it.”
you held up two fingers.
“you do know it’s meant for under twelves, right?”
“good movies have no age limit.”
“okay, okay. i won’t argue with you on that one.”
you nodded, satisfied with his answer, and turned back to the screen.
“are you sure you don’t wanna watch a movie? i think they’ve got the spider-man remake on here too,” you paused and glanced at tom with a grin, “or is that too childish for you as well?”
tom grabbed your hand, moving it away from the tv.
“okay, for the record, the new spider-man is awesome. but let’s just chat instead.”
suddenly, one of the flight attendants appeared next to your row with an armful of headsets. she carefully leant over the sleeping pregnant woman at the end and smiled at you and tom.
“would either of you like one?”
tom looked at you, and you shook your head. he turned around and gave the lady a charming smile.
“thank you but we’re alright.”
you lifted your backpack up from underneath the seat and unzipped it, rifling around for your earphones.
“just in case we decide to watch spider-man,” you joked, but tom wasn’t paying attention. he was inspecting the small pile of books and magazines you’d pulled out onto your lap with interest.
“you must read a lot!”
“kinda,” you smiled, brushing off a piece of lint from the front cover of your chaos walking book. “i can’t really resist a good story.”
tom reached out, picking up the worn copy from under your fingers. he leafed through the pages carefully, as if they might fall out with the slightest touch.
“have you read this one?”
you nodded sheepishly.
“maybe more than once.”
tom raised an eyebrow and pointed at the dog-eared pages and ripped back cover.
“oka-a-a-y, maybe a lot more than once. it’s probably my favourite novel ever! have you read the series?”
tom looked amused.
“uh, nope. what’s it about?”
“oh, wow – tom, it’s such an amazing story. the main character, todd – he lives in this weird, dystopic world, right? and he meets this girl, viola, and together they go on this freaky adventure and there’s this thing, called ‘the noise’, and it’s always in their ears, and the series goes for three books but the first is the best probably, todd’s the most real in that one, i’m kinda in love with his character, and - ”
tom held up a hand, laughing.
“woah, slow down! you’re really keen on this, huh?”
“yeah, sorry. i get carried away when i talk about things i’m passionate about.”
you blushed and tom shook his head.
“don’t apologise. i totally get it.” he paused and then smiled. “you’re extra cute when you’re excited.”
you flashed tom a small smile and turned away, unable to meet his eyes after the compliment. he exhaled quietly and settled back into the seat while you packed away the books and put your backpack away. pressing your ear to the window cover, you could hear the wind roaring outside as it rushed past the plane. technically, you were afloat – up in the air, thousands of feet above the ground – but you felt steady and secure when you were beside tom.
you opened your eyes, awake all at once. tom’s face was just inches from your own, watchful and quiet with an unreadable expression on his face. startled, you brought a hand to your chest before you registered that your head was resting on his shoulder.
“sorry,” you coughed, pulling away.
the plane was completely dark now, and it was almost silent except for the rumbling of the air all around you. it seemed like everyone had fallen asleep – even the screens set into the back of the chairs had been shut off. you tugged out your arm from where it was wedged between the window and seat, massaging it before glancing at your watch to check the time before realising you had no idea which timezone you were in. running a hand over your head, you snuck a sideways glance at tom. luckily, it didn’t look like there was any drool on his shirt from where you’d lay.
he met your eyes and stuck out a hand, offering you a napkin.
“what’s this for?”
“turn it over.”
you flipped the paper and grinned. tom had drawn a series of largescale emojis in scratchy blue pen.
“so you gave in and watched the movie, then?”
“hard to resist the temptation of animated facial expressions, you know?” tom watched as you tucked the napkin into the top of your bag. “how’d you sleep?”
“okay,” you cut yourself off with a yawn and tilted your head to one side. “don’t you sleep on planes?”
“normally, i do.”
he shook his head and gave you a small smile.
“sorry. i didn’t mean to use you as a pillow.”
tom waved you off and laughed.
“it’s okay. harrison claims i make a very comfortable head-rest, so i’m glad i could help. plus, you looked peaceful.”
“i don’t feel peaceful,” you sighed, twisting in your chair to face him. “is london nice?”
tom looked taken aback for a second but then smiled.
“it is. it’s a beautiful city.” he paused. “you never actually told me why you were going there. may i ask?”
out of all the topics of conversation, this was the one you’d been hoping to avoid. but there was something about tom - something you’d noticed from the moment he’d leant down to help you in the terminal earlier - and it made you trust him.
“i’m actually moving there. to london. to live.”
tom blinked a few times in surprise.
“wow! i – i just sorta assumed you were going on holidays!”
“i wish,” you muttered, and then shook your head. “no, that’s not true either. i’m happy, honestly. i’m just really nervous about the move, i’ve never really been away from my family for more than two weeks and i’ve left everyone i know behind.”
you bit your lip.
“i don’t know how i’m going to survive. the further we get from home, the more nervous i feel.”
tom reached out and took your hand quickly, giving it a squeeze.
“y/n.” you looked up at him and found his brown eyes carefully searching your own. “it’s okay, i’m here. i understand – trust me, i’ve had to face it all before.”
he let out a deep sigh and smiled sadly.
“the best piece of advice i’ve ever gotten was to turn nerves into excitement. you know? it’s really hard at first, leaving the people you love behind. but believe me - going out into the world on your own, while nerve-wracking, is truly awesome. it’s been one of the best decisions i’ve ever made, just taking the opportunity and running with it. if you can find a way to be excited about it, you’ll gain the most! and hey, you’ll be independent and have the chance to be whoever you want, because the only person pressuring you is yourself.”
you looked down at your lap.
“i don’t know… i want to leave, and part of me does feel excited… but the other part is just plain scared of what’s to come.”
there was a silence from tom before he replied.
“being scared is only human. sometimes we have to leave our comfort zone to find the things that make us the most happy in life.”
“tom, i’m going to be all by myself for the first time ever.”
“hey,” he touched your cheek lightly, “you won’t be alone, i promise. i’m going to be there, and so will harrison, and we’re your friends.”
“thank you,” you smiled weakly and tom nodded. “sorry for turning this into a sook-fest.”
“it’s okay,” he shrugged and tugged on a curl of hair that had fallen over his forehead, “like i said – i understand.”
despite tom’s comforting words, you were ready to get off the subject and move on. maybe he was right and london was going to be a great change for you, but it was making you nervous again. both of you lapsed into silence for a while. tom rubbed his eyes, gently letting go of your hand to do so. you let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding as he started to talk.
“so, that was my big question for you. got any burning ones for me?”
“okay,” you cringed before you’d even formed the words, but your interest had been blooming inside for hours now – since the airport phone call – and you couldn’t help but ask.
“do you have a girlfriend?”
tom’s cheeks reddened, and the smile you caught right before he ducked his head was cryptic – one of two meanings. the bigger part of you is worried that it must be sympathetic and charitable, designed to make you feel less awkward about the question and coming answer, but something else kept you wondering all the same – maybe, just maybe, tom’s expression was something even kinder. something full of understanding, a seal on the unspoken agreement that something was happening right there between the two of you, that it just might be a kind of beginning.
after a long moment, tom shook his head.
you weren’t really sure how to proceed after his answer. it felt like something had changed, but you weren’t sure what.
tom shrugged with a grin.
“haven’t met anyone i want to spend thirty years with, i guess.”
“there must be millions of girls who work on your movies.”
“probably more like a few girls, actually.”
tom shot you a look and you laughed.
“bet none of them are british though. that’s your type, right?”
“don’t really have a type, if i’m honest. unless you count girls with tomatophobia – that’s my one weakness,” tom smiled and leant sideways, bumping you with his shoulder.
“right,” you grinned. “did you have a girlfriend in high school?”
“at my acting school, yeah. she was nice.”
“so what happened?”
tom tilted his head back against the seat.
“i guess what always happens. we graduated, i left for america, she didn’t. we moved on. what about you? ever had a boyfriend? or girlfriend?”
“boyfriend,” you rolled your eyes and tom held up his hands in defence.
“i didn’t know! just making sure.”
“well mr-politically-correct, i had a boyfriend. but he broke up with me, actually.”
“oh. what happened?”
you sighed and mimicked tom.
“i guess what always happens. he got jealous of me being friends with one of his mates, and broke up with me over text.”
“wow,” tom muttered and thumped his fist on the arm wrist. “that’s millenial love at its most tragic.”
“something like that,” you agreed, looking over to find tom watching you closely.
“he’s an idiot, you know that right?”
“that’s true. i guess he was always sort of an idiot, in hindsight.”
“still,” tom replied and you smiled at him gratefully.
your ex had broken up with you right before you’d set the details of your move to london in concrete. you’d never thought about the possibility of what you might have done if you were still in a relationship when making the decision to leave home for another country. would you have reconsidered? or asked your boyfriend to go with you and move in together? probably not. but now, looking at tom, you wondered if you had it all wrong. you wondered if that was because there had been no one in the world you’d liked enough, nobody you felt comfortable with that you’d ask them to come with you to start a new life. you had a sudden fleeting image of tom, appearing on the doorstep of your apartment in a crisp white polo and jeans, holding a bunch of flowers in his hands. the idea made your stomach flutter. you swallowed hard, blinking away the thought.
beside you, tom glanced over at the pregnant lady, still sleeping soundly by the aisle.
“i’ve actually got to use the bathroom,” he admitted, and you nodded.
“me too. i bet we can squeeze past her.”
tom quietly unbuckled his seat belt and half-stood in a jerky motion, accidentally bumping into the seat in front of him. when its occupant didn’t stir, he let out a small breath and manoeuvred past the lady on the end without waking her up. when you’d both managed to make it out of your row, you followed tom as he shuffled down the aisle and towards the back of the economy section. a bored-looking flight attendant in a jump seat looked up from her magazine as you passed but didn’t pay you any more attention.
the ‘occupied’ lights were on above the bathroom doors, so you and tom stood in the small square of space outside. you were close enough to smell that same boy scent on tom’s shirt from before, but not so close that you were touching, exactly. his arm brushed against your own and you were seized by a sudden longing to reach for his hand.
you lifted your chin to find tom looking down at you with the same expression you’d noticed earlier, when you woke up with your head on his shoulder. neither of you moved and neither of you spoke – you just stood there watching each other in the darkness with the engines whirring beneath your feet. it occurred to you that tom might be about to kiss you, and you inched just the tiniest bit closer, your heart beating fast in your chest. tom’s hand skimmed yours lightly and you felt it like a bolt of electricity. to your surprise, he didn’t pull away – instead, he fit your hand into his own as if he was anchoring you there, and then tugged gently, moving you closer.
it almost felt as if you were completely alone – no captain or crew, no rows of snoozing passengers, no one – and you took a deep breath, tipping your head up to look at him.
suddenly, one of the bathroom doors flew open and bathed you and tom in sharp, bright light. a little toddler waddled out, wiping his hands of his overalls as he moved back down the dark aisle.
I love these, but these are always the toughest to write!
Tucking her legs underneath herself, Betty pulled the baby soft, pink blanket tighter around her body and curled into the corner of her couch, tears falling steadily as she squeezed her eyes shut.
Today had been a bad day, one of the worst actually and she finally had a moment of peace to cry it out, Her parents were at work and her cellphone was turned off, the quiet enveloping her in a lonely kind of calm.
She thought back to earlier this morning, Cheryl telling her she was too fat to be in the newest River Vixen routine, Chuck slamming her lunch tray to the ground before grabbing her by the waist and whispering disgusting things in her ear, then their was her mothers angry phone call about Betty missing her shift at the Salvation Army, Not to mention Archie and Veronica had recently discovered their bond and had no problem flaunting their new found love, further cementing the fact that Betty would be alone forever. The thought brought on a new round of tears, Betty reached for the tissues on the table beside her.
“Jesus Christ, what an idiot.”
The unfamiliar voice came from directly inside Betty’s head, dropping the tissues to the floor she glanced around her living room.
“Hello?” She called out, standing and clutching the pink blanket like a weapon.
Nothing, just silence. Okay so now even the voices inside her head were calling her names. Figures.
“Thanks a lot.” She thought silently.
The deep voice inside her head echoed back. Betty whipped around, still not seeing anyone. Okay, okay fine she’ll play along. Why not?
“Hello?” She thought
“What the hell? Who are you? And why are you in my head?” The voice timbered back
“Actually, you’re in my head.” She answered back.
“No I’m not, you’re in mine. I can hear your thoughts.. what the hell is a river vixen?”
Betty’s cheeks tinted pink, focusing, she squeezed her eyes shut and her brain was filled with a jumble of words
“Serpents, family, writing, hotdog.”
“What’s a Serpent?” She shot back.
It was silent for a moment before the voice answered back
“Who are you?”
Sitting back down on the couch, Betty bit her fingernails
“I don’t know if I should tell you, I’m probably going insane and I’d rather not further my path to the psych ward by giving you my name.”
A heavy, deep laugh rang through her head and the voice answered
“Fair enough. Well, I’ve got nothing to lose, I’m Jughead Jones.”
She giggled, what kind of name was that?
“You know I can hear your thoughts right?”
She could practically hear the smile in his voice and she blushed
“Sorry, that’s gonna take some getting used to. I like your name, it’s different.”
She squeezed her eyes again, a blurry vision of a dark leather jacket and wavy hair, sad eyes.
“You know, it gets better.” She thought, she could feel the tension in his hazy brain, she thought she had gone too far for a moment, dug too deep into his head, when he finally answered
“You oughta take your own advice.” He answered back, his own mind invaded with scarred palms and growling stomachs.
“Maybe” she answered.
“You’re hungry.” He replied, it wasn’t a question, he could read her mind. He knew she had been skipping meals.
Betty closed her eyes and laughed
“So are you.”
“Always” he replied, she could imagine a goofy smirk.
She heard her parents car pull up and immediately felt the nauseous pit in her stomach.
“I have to go.” She sighed “I’m gonna turn my brain off for a while, I’ve gotten very good at that.” She tried making her thoughts sound upbeat but it came out lame, even to her.
“Hey, atleast we have that in common.”
She laughed, a sense of calm filling her mind for a moment.
“I’ll talk to you soon, maybe? Unless this hallucination wears off and I never hear from you again Jughead Jones.”
His response was almost immediate
“You will. I’ll talk to you soon…"he trailed off.
“Betty Cooper. My name is Betty Cooper.”
“Goodnight Betty Cooper.”
“Goodnight Jughead Jones.”
Jughead lay on his too small bed, his hands behind his head as he stared at the ceiling, dark green haunting eyes and a flash of honey blonde silk running through his mind.
Betty Cooper, she was complex and damaged but her mind was so full and it was clear her heart was golden, cardigans and folded hands ran through her cloudy mind. He wanted to hold her, to wrap her in his arms and tell her it was okay, she didn’t have to be anything she didn’t want to be, she was beautiful and amazing the way she was.
His thoughts were broken by the shouting and slamming coming from outside his trailer. He was a Southside Serpent, utterly different from the cheerleader with the three story home he saw in fuzzy images. But it didn’t matter, nothing really mattered, not when she made him feel like this, not when she was his soulmate.
He was gonna find her.
Betty held her books to her chest as she waved at Veronica and Archie, today had been long and
She couldn’t wait to get home and hopefully talk to Jughead.
“Hey there Juliet.”
She smiled when the voice hit her head,
She adjusted the strap of her backpack and tried to balance her heavy textbooks
“On my way.”
Betty felt something spark, and her head felt heavy.
“Jughead.” She thought, panicked. Was he okay?
The voice sounded different than normal, it was louder and it seemed to be coming from right behind her, turning around slowly, her eyes widened as she spotted the familiar blue eyes and wavy hair, leaning against the stairs, a dark leather jacket snug on his back as he smirked.
“Jughead.” She whispered.
Almost if by some unidentifiable force of gravity, Betty’s books were on the ground and Jughead hands were on her waist, tugging her tighter into his body as his lips found hers, it was perfect and it was home.
Pulling apart Jughead panted resting his forehead against Betty’s as her chest heaved against his.
“Nice to meet you.” He smirked, as Betty laughed heartily, resting herself against his body.
They’d been poring over photos and notes at Mulder’s apartment for over two hours, trying desperately to make a breakthrough in their investigation before someone else got hurt. At some point, Scully’s stomach growled, too loudly to ignore. Mulder offered to order a pizza, which Scully gratefully accepted.
In the break to order food, Scully stood and stretched. They’d gone straight from work to Mulder’s apartment and her feet were starting to feel the effects of being trapped in high heeled boots all day. Hesitantly, though she didn’t think Mulder would care if she took her shoes off, she unzipped her boots and breathed a sigh of relief as she freely flexed her toes.
“Make yourself at home, Scully,” Mulder said with a chuckle.
Her cheeks burned slightly and she ducked her head to let her hair fall from over her ear to hide her face. “Sorry, I didn’t think you’d mind.”
“Of course I don’t mind. Whatever you want to take off Scully, you go right ahead.”
Hi, I want to request imagine for Harry Hook with prompts 38 and 59, thanks
Character: Harry Hook (Descendants 2)
Word count: 1077
A/N: This one came out a bit lame, definitely not what I wanted, but I hope you like it.
The weather on the Isle quickly changed. One day was raining,
as if the sky was falling, and on the next one was extremely hot. Of course
there were normal days too, but they were rear. From time to time there were
periods of cold or of hot weather, just like now. For the last two weeks on the
island was reigning an unbearable heat. Uma, being Uma, was making you train
every day, just as usual. From sunrise to nightfall you were outside in the hot
weather training or doing Uma’s dirty job. After sunset you were going to the Fish
and Chips to rest and be with your friends. Despite not letting you and the
others of the crew to rest, Uma knew how hard it was and was telling you all
the time to be careful. Being the stubborn person you were, you thought you
could handle it. Big mistake. You never drank much of water during the day,
which you knew was gonna backfire at you, but recently you hadn’t gave it a
You were training
with Harry today as usual. And despite being your boyfriend, he never went easy
on you, not in the bed either on the field. With you being one of the best on
the island and him being one of the few who could beat you in a duel, things
got really heated sometimes. He swung his sword towards you but you blocked it,
and although his strike wasn’t that strong that time you stumbled back and black
spots appeared in front of your eyes. You closed them tight, waiting for the
pain in your head to go away. Not that it helped much. The pain was there for
days now, not going away, and you had no idea what caused it.
“You good, lass?”Harry
asked, lowering his sword.”You’ve been like this for the last few days. What’s
“Nothing. I’m fine.”You opened your eyes and looked at him,
waiting for the black spots to disappear.”Let’s continue.”You said, taking a
better grip at the sword, pointing it at him.
“Nah, I think you need a break now.”He was looking at you,
examining your face.”Too much sun for today, don’t you think?”He walked past you to the bench where he
had left his jacket and hat. You have been training the whole day and even
though you felt like someone had drained all your energy out, you didn’t wanted
to stop. You were stronger than the others, you had to keep a strong façade,
not showing that you weren’t okay. You put your hand on your head in an attempt
to stop the pain, but immediately took it down cause it was kind of burning
you.”You realize you’re a human, right?”Harry asked and you turned around to look at him. But you did it
too fast and stumbled on one side loosing your balance for a moment, letting
the sword fall from your hand you dropped on your knees, the pain in your head
getting unbearable.”(Y/N)!”You heard Harry shout, before rushing to your side.”Let’s
get you back inside, love.”He put his hands around your waist, helping you to
get up. You groaned because of the pain, your legs too weak to hold you, you
were going to fall on the ground if the pirate wasn’t holding you.”You know, I really
think you should listen to me sometimes. I’m not just a pretty face, you know?”He said.”Won’t you say something,
love?”You wanted to, but the
ache in your head was so painful you couldn’t get yourself to even make a sound,
the black spots in front of you being almost everything you could see. You couldn’t
hear anything else, which meant that the others had stopped training and were
probably looking at you. Bastards. They only did it for the drama.”(Y/N), you
are starting to scare me.”You looked at his face but couldn’t focus on him. And
before anything else could happen, black was everything you could see.
You slowly opened your eyes but quickly shut them again, the
light being too strong and bringing back the pain in your head.
“Hey, love.”You opened your eyes once again even slower this
time. You first saw a ceiling. You
turned your head to one side, a chair and a desk. You were at your cabin. You
knew it, because of the things at the table. Then you turned your head to the
other side when you felt someone squeezing your hand. There was Harry, sitting
on a chair next to your bed with a concerned look on his face and your hand in
his.“Jack said this happened because of a heat stroke.”He said, stroking your
hand with his thumb. Jack was the crew’s healer. And for the sake of all of
you, he knew what he was doing. Harry was once again examining your face with
concern.”You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention
you didn’t have to go to such extremes..”He weakly smiled at you, causing you
to smile at him.
“I’m sorry if I made you worry. I didn’t meant to.”
“I know that you didn’t.”Harry
said, going quiet after that. He was just looking at your face, not saying
“Why are you looking at me like that?”You asked after a
couple of minutes.
“You scared me, (Y/N).”His, before playful, voice now
serious. Definitely not something you got to see every day.”When you just
fainted… At first I had no idea what to do. I was so scared.”The dark haired
boy whispered. You let go of his hand and stroked his cheek. It was extremely
rear to see him so worried, when it happened it was usually because of you,
just like now. You didn’t liked it.
“I’m okay, my love.”You smiled once again and so did he when
he heard the petname you first started calling him after you started dating.
“From now on, you’re going to listen to me when I tell you
to be careful, are we clear?”He
said with a stern look on his face.”’Cause I’m not planning on loosing you,
“Good,” You put your hand behind his head and gently pulled
him down.” ‘cause I’m not planning to go anywhere.”You said, after which he
kissed you slowly.”You know, maybe I should make you worry more often.”You
smirked, after he pulled on a few inches from your face.
“Just dare, princess.”He laughed, kissing you again.
Okay. Update on the lost episode. Someone helpfully gave me a link. The thing was, the episode they uploaded today had the same name and picture as yesterday’s, so I assumed that was the one that got pulled. I’m sorry for that. Now… Here’s what I have found.
Arin at one point says that the game is “fun and agony” and then says “it’s fagony” and Dan says “What don’t say that!” while laughing. Arin says something like “It’s just a mix of two words! It’s just unfortunate that it sounds like something else!” and Dan says something like “Yeah it’s hyphenated don’t get mad at us.” He also tells Arin not to say that “in the commercial”.
Next. When Dan wins a course he sings the theme song of the course and ends it with “Whites rule” and Arin says “What?” and Dan goes “I don’t know it just came out. That was weird… just kidding. White people are fucking lame.” they laugh, and then he continues “Everybody knows it. We can’t dance.” and Arin sighs and goes “That’s true.” Then as Dan is not paying attention Arin asks him to press the button and “stop thinking about white people” and Dan laughs and says “I’m sorry whites rule! Damn it! I’m back to where I started!” and Arin laughs and says “Whites drool” as a play on “x rules and y drools”.
There you go.
There’s what everyone was mad about. I can’t say what people can and can’t or should and shouldn’t get mad at. I’ll just say I don’t think this was worth getting mad about. Or getting people all worked up over.
For the rest of y’all who want this here it is, resurrected
-I mean, we
told them this back in 2011, they should be ready, right?-
for this? This is the most intimate thing we have ever done! - Said Benioff,
slapping the script.
close friends, they won’t mind… And they there are! - The two actors walked in,
greeting them and sitting down across them in the meeting room.
Emilia, we need to tell you something about the season 7 finale…- Said Weiss
while gathering the piles of papers in front of him.
killing each other? - Asked Emilia, raising her eyebrows.
absolutely not! But I would recommend hitting the gym.-
looked up, significantly annoyed.
season, another nude scene. Through which pyre will I be walking now?-
showrunners looked at each other nervously.
would I need to get naked? Another death and resurrection?-
mouthed something to his co-worker and Benioff just nodded.
-It’s a sex
shifted in their seats, looking very uncomfortable. Their eyes locked for a
-I see… And
we can expect classical HBO almost porn?-
whole answers! - Said Emilia, leaning over.
the thing: it is very intimate, the most intimate sex scene we ever did. It’s
not too raunchy but still, both of you will have to get naked completely.-
Can we get some context and where will we shot it?-
-Not in a
cave this time!-
the saddest attempt at a joke, ever. - Said Benioff, turning to his partner.
-The set is
actually built here, it looks like a lovely ship cabin. Go through the scripts
and I’ll call in the director to talk.-
them first. The scene wasn’t supposed to be too raunchy, but it was still a
challenge. Kit glanced over her a few times, their sights meeting.
think we can do this?-
just need to call my trainer up! And book a waxing appointment. - She said with
and wanted to answer, but the showrunners came in with the director, calling
them to visit the set. It looked like the cabin of a ship, walls dented in,
made out of wood, it had large window and there was a really big bed. Another
part of the set was a door which extended into a hallway, also belonging to a
sleeps in this room?-
love to travel in style, doesn’t she?-
walked around the set, going through the little details, like a vanity or
trunks with the dragon sigil on it.
try to rehearse! - Said the director a bit too enthusiastically, causing the
two actors to look at each other awkwardly.
just to see how you two would do it… God that came out wrong.-
lame sex jokes, let’s just try it out. - Said Kit, sitting down on the bed.
Emilia took of her jacket and folded it neatly on a chair and she sat down next
to him, leaving a bit of space between them. Kit turned to the director.
did you have in your mind?-
what’s usually done here, it’s more of a passionate scene, they actually love
each other, so it’s not just fucking, it’s actually love making.-
start with the technicalities, who’s on top?-
out first, and then we thought he’d flip you.-
down on his back and she straddled him hesitantly, placing her hands on his
stomach. He grabbed her and flipped her swiftly, now pressing her down.
this is not karate!-
Benioff were awkwardly sitting on the chairs across the bed.
but gentler. Try not to press her down that much, and the straddling thing
looks odd, now that I’m looking at it…-
you let them do it like they would find it logical?-
actually a good idea! Get into character, and think how they would do the
advice. When we film it, Em is going to wear her wig. Make sure you don’t
snatch it off.-
-Go for it!
I’ll record you, to see what we would like to keep and what would we do in a
separated and she was on top again, between his legs, arms around his torso.
She moved and they kissed, chaste and hesitant. He now carefully flipped her,
much slower and graceful, putting a knee between her legs.
want to see the footage?-
over and the director gave them a critique or two, following by an awkward
silence. Benioff decided to break the ice by opening another topic.
it will be much different after hair and makeup and after proper lightning, but
you two need to throw more passion in. Do you need to get drunk?-
-No, no! -
They said in union.
more rehearsals later, the final one will be with nudity. And you seriously
need to loosen up a little bit, you need to sell this isn’t a one night stand
thing, you’re in love!-
exactly do you expect us to do?-
me you’re in love with her and you want to seduce her. How does Jon Snow seduce
his method might not be appropriate here in public.-
laughed out loud, covering her blushing face.
me she’s the love of your life. Give her the look, try to pour words you’d say
to the love of your life in your eyes. That’s what I need of you. And you,
Emilia, the same. And no lip biting or licking, this isn’t lust, this is love.-
over at his new on-screen bedfellow, and turned his head around, giving her the
best love-struck look he’d think of. What would Jon Snow look like if he would
stare at the most beautiful woman in the world? He was always fascinated how
her face changes after they put the wig on, the minimal makeup and she stops
moving her brows. She turns almost otherworldly, inhuman. He realized he was
still in his trance and she was looking back at him, eyebrow raised.
- Yelled the director.
showrunners were clapping in the background, earning a mean look from Emilia. She
was wearing a black tank top, which had a dangerously low neckline. He pulled
the strap up subconsciously, to stop her breast from peeking out. The director
to throw in more passion!-
-We get it, we do. One more try? - Asked Kit.
The director nodded and turned the camera on again. They went in this time,
much more passion, touching, grabbing, pulling… He almost licked her at one
point, causing her to smile against his lips. He flushed their bodies
impossibly close, only a thin layer of clothing remaining between them, both
aware they won’t have that safety net once the cameras roll on the actual
shoot. He grabbed her face now, separating them for a moment, just to breathe.
Emilia shivered at the sight, his pupils were blown. Weiss and Benioff rose
their eyebrows at them and the
director clapped, finally happy with their performance. But then, Emilia
flipped Kit over so she was on top again, he responded by repeating her
actions, causing them to tumble down on the floor with a loud thud, limbs a
tangled mess and faces only an inch apart.
man laughed at the sight, only a female leg was sticking up from the pile on
that practice makes the master. You two need practice. And maybe some ice.-
up, clearly disheveled. Benioff and Weiss were trying to hide their laughter,
the two actors just crossed their arms.
actually very difficult to pull off, you see. Why won’t you try it? - Asked
Emilia while tapping her foot.
Sad Kit through his teeth. The showrunners looked grossed out, but then the two
actors started laughing.
once more. And this time try not to hurt each other.-
and laid back first, putting themselves again in the same position. Kit laid
back, only propped up by a pillow and she crawled between his legs, putting her
arms on his sides, bodies not touching yet. They kissed again, much deeper than
before. He slowly turned her around, holding her face, and stopped for a moment
to look into her eyes. After 15 seconds of losing their grip, they let go of
this was it for today. See you tomorrow!-
together, discussing the scene.
kicked me in the balls with your knee.-
pulled my boob!-
right, we need to this proper. If it takes getting drunk, then so be it. - He
said, not even breaking eye contact.
was just joking. – Or maybe even testing some unknown waters.
plenty of time. I have to go now, my friends are waiting for me to get lunch.
Goodbye! - She kissed his cheek quick and gave him a brief hug and disappeared
from his sight. After Emilia left, she reapplied her lipstick and checked
herself in the mirror. For a moment, she let out a sigh and left.
behind and just checked his texts. Just a missed phone call from his agent. He
leaned against the wall for a moment. This season will change the game.
Why does Isak have a meme face as his facebook pic? They’re even on his walls. Like, I’m just. Major secondhand embarrassment lol
jkvjkvh leave the kid olooooone
(but also. even sort of agrees with you. one afternoon, they’re chilling on isak’s bed, their backs to the wall and isak wants to show him this funny viral video he’s seen on facebook. and even sees it, that tobey maguire meme isak uses as his profile picture. and he asks him “is this your profile picture for real?” like he’s almost outraged. and isak just shrugs, like who cares anyway. “i’m really not a fan of tobey maguire as spider-man, like…how old was he when the first movie came out? thirty? grown adults playing teenagers is lame” and isak raises an eyebrow at him “are we really doing this right now?”
and then even sits with his legs under him, facing isak and he looks at him for a second “your face is my favorite face. honestly this is totally a wasted opportunity” and isak just sighs and shakes his head a little and says “fine, fine, i’ll change it eventually” and now even’s the one raising an eyebrow at him before he reaches for his right pocket and grabs his phone. “just to be sure”
“eveeeeen” isak kind of pouts at him as even points his phone in his direction. “baby, loosen up” isak can’t help the smile that reaches his eyes when he hears the word. even says “let me take, like, five. tops” and isak replies “okay, five is fine” and he puts his computer on the floor next to the bed. and then even leans in and kisses him, gentle and slow. when he pulls away, isak’s eyes are half-closed and he whispers “why’d you do that?” and even puts a hand on his cheek and the corner of his lips form a little smile before he says “i love your face after i kiss you. it’s beautiful”
so even takes five pictures, from different angles. he lifts isak’s chin up at some point, gives him a quick kiss on the jaw. and when he’s done, he hands out his phone to isak. “which one do you like best?” and isak looks at the pictures, pondering. “hmmm, i don’t know” and then he looks at even and says “wait. come here” and even goes to sit next to isak, and isak says “i think i know which one i want”. he opens the camera app, and both he and even appear on the screen. isak leans his head toward even and even understands, does the same
later, when isak uploads the picture, jonas is the first one to “love” it, and he comments looking good :) and mahdi also likes the picture. and then an hour later, magnus leaves a comment and it says evak <3 . isak and even don’t notice it immediately, because they’re cuddling up and watching a movie. but when isak sees it, a couple of hours later, he shakes his head and lets out a little laugh. the truth is that it actually feels nice to not have that random and meaningless meme he’s had for over a year as his profile picture, it feels nice to want to share this. and when he takes a look at the picture again, and then glances over at even, he thinks to himself yeah, this feels nice)
third time isn’t lucky when it’s meant to be (harvey/mike)
The first time it happened, Harvey saw it coming even before Mike did.
When Harvey arrived at the church he told Ray that they just needed to wait for a bit, that they’d be making a cross state trip within the hour. He didn’t even bother walking into the church, he just stepped out of the car and waited, right there on the sidewalk.
The only surprising thing about the day was how long it took for Mike to come rushing out of the church doors. Harvey thought they’d be on the road by now, but he didn’t begrudge Mike in the least. This was the hardest thing Mike was ever going to have to do, of course he wanted to take all the time he could, while he still had it.
When Mike emerged and saw Harvey standing there waiting for him, there was a flash of surprise before his face melted into rueful acceptance. “How’d you know?” Mike asked.
Harvey just looked at him, incredulous. “I know you,” Harvey replied, and it was enough.
They got in the car and Ray started driving, already knowing the destination. It was going to be a long drive, ninety minutes of the nerves and anticipation ratcheting up to boiling point. Harvey wanted to distract Mike, but every idea he came up with was too lame to say out loud, so in the end he left it up to Mike.
“Talk to me,” Harvey said gently.
Mike huffed out a laugh. “That must be the first time you’ve ever asked me to tell you about my feelings. Normally you run for the hills whenever I get within five feet of the topic.”
Harvey smiled slowly. Even in his darkest moment Mike was giving Harvey shit. It was stupid, but it somehow made Harvey think that maybe things would be okay. “Well, you’ve got-” he checked his watch, “-seventy minutes to spill feelings all over me without me complaining. When are you gonna get an offer like that again?”
Mike smiled weakly at him, but didn’t reply straight away, so Harvey started to worry it was all for naught.
“Rachel’s going to hate me.”
Harvey rolled his eyes. That girl was crazy about Mike and anyone could see it. “No, she won’t.”
“I’m not going to ask you to look after her while I’m gone, because that would be patronizing and she doesn’t need it. But … just, look out for her?”
Mike spent the next few minutes looking out the window. “I’m scared,” he whispered, and Harvey could feel his heart splitting into a thousand pieces.
Harvey wanted to tell Mike that everything was going to be fine, but he couldn’t lie to him like that. He wanted to tell Mike that he was scared too, that he was terrified that prison was going to change Mike. And for all that Harvey gave Mike crap in the early days of their relationship, as much as he tried to mould and better Mike, the truth was that he didn’t need it. Mike was perfect the way he was, flaws and all, and he didn’t want prison to beat the goodness out of Mike like it had so many others.
But he didn’t say any of that. This was about Mike, not Harvey, so instead he slowly reached over to where Mike’s thumb was continually tapping against his thigh. He covered Mike’s hand with his own, squeezing it, and before he could pull away Mike gripped back, holding onto Harvey like a lifeline.
They stayed that way for the remainder of the drive.
When the car stopped outside of Danbury Mike immediately got out of the car, like a man on a mission. Harvey, confused, hustled to catch up, and he was barely out of the car before Mike was there, throwing his arms around Harvey in a hug. Harvey immediately wrapped his arms around Mike, holding him tight.
“I’m sorry for hitting you,” Mike murmured.
“Don’t worry about it.”
“And I need you to know, no matter what happens in there, I don’t regret it. Not a single day. Meeting you was the best thing that ever happened to me, and it was worth everything that’s happened since.”
Harvey felt himself welling up, but he tried to push it back down. He needed to be strong, for Mike. “I’m getting you out of there, Mike. I swear it.”
Mike nodded, said, “Okay,” and then he pulled away, turning and walking into the prison without looking back.
The second time it happened, Harvey was completely blindsided.
The wedding, though small, had been planned for months. The caterer had been booked, dresses and suits carefully chosen, an uncle of Rachel’s had been enlisted to perform the ceremony, Harvey had combed through his record collection to find the best music to be played at the party…
Mike never said a word.
Harvey had taken Mike to Vegas for a five day bachelor party two weeks prior to the big day. It was just the two of them, and they’d spent their days exploring, going to the Grand Canyon and the Neon Museum and Red Rock Canyon. Harvey even managed to get Mike onto a golf course, which of course he sucked at, much to Harvey’s delight. And then they spent their nights on the town: eating fabulous food, drinking, gambling with obscene amounts of money and winning more often than not because of Mike’s genius brain. There might have even been a tipsy skinny dipping session late one evening in the hotel pool. They had an amazing vacation, and throughout all that, the days and nights they spent together, the copious conversations that they had, Mike never once mentioned that he was having second thoughts.
Prompt - Car sex looks so much easier in the movies ;))
author’s note: this came out so lame and mentally so frustrating oops
It was another beautiful, enchanting night with Shawn. You had been dating with him for five months, everything so far have been going great and upwards. You were cuddling on the sofa right laying front of Shawn. Both of you were watching a film where one scene was about car sex. It made your body intense and blast full of hormones inside your body, Shawn stayed amazingly calm and staring at the film.
The film ended, scrolling down the credits. You nuzzled into the crook of Shawn’s neck, a little yawn escaping from your mouth.
“You tired, little one?” he kissed your forehead, caressing your back with his hand.
“A tiny bit, not really. I have to admit that one scene really waken me up.”
Shawn had that precious smirk on his golden star award face. I assume he caught your idea.
“That car sex scene? Well, wouldn’t mind trying it one day with you, darling,” he smiled, placing more kisses on your headknob but leaning forward to your soft, yet lushious lips.
“Yes, that one. I bet we would honestly break your car and I wouldn’t be even sorry,” you squinted your eyes, making Shawn pull out his tongue.
“Car sex looks so much easier in the movies but like I don’t care, I bet it’s fun and wonderful experience, especially with you,” Shawn stated and stayed confident saying that. And not to forget, that sentence was ended with a good make out session.