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Gilbert Blythe x Reader

Part two of satisfied

Request: can you please make a second part to satisfied where gilbert comes back to avonlea after many years and see the reader again married and with kids feel free to mix it up how ever you like.

Word count: 2.4k

Warnings: angst, ooc, deviates from plot, mentions of death.

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𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐃𝐎 → g. blythe

pairing: gilbert blythe x fem!reader type: fic request: none warnings: mild angst (but mostly fluff)

prompt/trope: "I like you." A mumbles, almost scared to admit. B absently reaches for A's hand on the railing, a smile forming on their lips. "Can we really do this? Nobody must know-" A throws B's hands on their shoulders, pulling them by their waist. "You and I know, and I think that's--that's more than enough, love." (@urfriendlywriter)

summary: when an accidental glance makes y/n's heart race, she's pushed to make a confession to her best friend, gilbert―who, surprisingly, seems open to a confidential agreement. word count: 1845

One glance. That was all it took. Y/n looked up momentarily from her slate, craned her neck ever so slightly to look beside her, and found a pair of hazel eyes already locked on her. In an instant she saw familiar freckles and curly dark hair, and an instant later they were gone. Gilbert's head snapped away the moment Y/n's eyes met his as he struggled desperately to look instantaneously busy in his studies, but Y/n's head stayed up, a crease forming between her brows as she gazed on, trying to work out why exactly Gilbert's eyes had been on her - and, even more, how long?

"Miss Y/l/n!" Mr. Philips snapped from his place at the desk. "Tear your eyes away from Mr. Blythe for once and focus."

A spattering of giggles from the girls and snickers from the boys coursed over the room. The only two who stayed truly silent were Gilbert and Y/n, who kept their eyes fixed intently on their respective slates so as not to draw any more attention to themselves - or to the other. Y/n's cheeks blazed red (as did Gilbert's although she was too afraid to look up and see it).

But it all begged the question, why? Gilbert and Y/n had been close friends from what seemed like the beginning of time. Well, perhaps friends wasn't the best way to describe how they started out. They began as all children do―by bothering each other. He'd pull her hair and she'd chase him around the schoolyard, throwing insults back and forth until they both ran out of breath. It happened so often that, at some point, they almost began to enjoy it. Soon enough they'd find themselves taking the same path to and from school. They'd use that time to bicker as well, not wanting to walk in awkward silence. Then, eventually, their bickering turned to casual conversation, then to enrapturing discussion about anything―reading, school, the goings on of Avonlea.

But they were friends. That was all. So why was Y/n blushing to high heaven over nothing but a momentary glance?

"Miss Y/l/n! Tear your eyes away from Mr. Blythe for once and focus." Y/n replayed the teacher's scolding again and again in her mind as she walked to town hall. Recently she'd been giving her time to help Miss Lind with the annual Christmas play she put on - with Gilbert. The two had long since grown out of participating, so they volunteered to help in other ways. Miss Lind had put Gilbert in charge of the lighting, seeing as he was the only one who could make sense of the queues and contraptions involved in the process. And Gilbert, quipping that he could only truly stand to be around her for hours at a time, elected Y/n to help him.

Until that day, Y/n had looked forward to rehearsal. But now she found her palms beginning to sweat as the town hall neared, despite the snow that was still surrounding her as she walked.

"Y/n!" Miss Lind exclaimed upon the girl's arrival. "Lovely to see you. Gilbert's already in the loft―go on up and see what you can do to help."

Miss Lind knew to phrase her request in such a way because it was common knowledge that Gilbert was the true brains behind the operation, and Y/n was his less knowledgeable but very teachable assistant. Y/n nodded at Miss Lind's request and left her to continue squawking at the young children singing a very off-key rendition of The Twelve Days of Christmas.

Y/n climbed the familiar steps to the upper loft at the back end of the auditorium, feeling her heart race as she did so. She tried with all her might to scold it back to a normal rhythm, but it was no use. All the panic just wormed its way into her mind, her thoughts racing at speeds that were surely unnatural.

Gilbert was indeed already at the loft, close by the railing, tinkering with one of the stands as she tried to raise it a few inches. Y/n stepped quietly so as not to make her presence known immediately, hoping for a few extra seconds to plan how to address him (although she had never quite wondered such a thing before), but her heel brushed a paint can by the landing and caused a great scraping noise that in turn made Gilbert whip around in surprise.

Y/n pursed her lips. "Oops." she muttered.

She heard Gilbert laugh. "Could you stop knocking things over for a moment and help me?" he asked. "I can't quite figure out how this is supposed to work."

"Aren't you supposed to be the expert on lighting?" Y/n quipped, walking over and crouching to look at the light stand from below. "No, no you're doing it wrong―there's a fixture inside that needs to be turned, but it's locked. There should be something on here to unlock it..." she spoke, running her hands along the stand until her fingers grazed a notch. She seized it, pressing tightly until the button depressed, and there was a small click. Immediately the stand began to collapse into itself, lowering at a high speed. Gilbert and Y/n both reached out to stop it and found their hands on top of each other. At once the stand stopped its fall and came to halt, leaving both Gilbert and Y/n breathless.

There was a moment of silence as they both blinked at the stand, making sure it wouldn't fall. Then, Gilbert let out a breath, laughing slightly. "Now who's the expert?" he asked quietly.

Y/n smiled breathlessly back at him, now intently aware of Gilbert's hand atop hers. He froze as well, seemingly noticing the same thing. Y/n's breath hitched. In an instant she removed her hand from the stand and moved away to let Gilbert raise the stand himself. Y/n moved to stand by the railing and looked down upon the rehearsal on the stage. She picked at wood chips on the railing nervously, her hands growing cold.

Gilbert watched her for a moment as she did so before turning back away to fiddle with the light stand. Something gnawed at him as he did so, but he focused on the task ahead of him.

Y/n chewed on the inside of her cheek and fiddled with the railing. She couldn't do much about the lighting without Gilbert to instruct her―but she was dead set on not turning around and speaking to him unless absolutely necessary. And, right now, nothing seemed necessary. Not in the slightest.

Finally there was a sigh, and Gilbert moved to stand beside her, placing his own hands on the railing. "What?" he asked lowly.

Y/n didn't meet his eyes, but stared straight ahead of her. "What do you mean?"

"You seem upset." he said gently. "Anything I can do to help?"

Y/n almost laughed at that―Gilbert's not knowing that he was the root cause of all of her worries. "There's nothing you can do, Gilbert. Believe me." she said. "Unless you're up for murdering Mr. Philips?"

"Normally I would say yes, but today I'm feeling like an upstanding citizen. So I guess I'd say...make it look like an accident."

Y/n laughed this time, but a moment later she felt Gilbert take a step closer to her, and her heart beat resumed its incredible pace. She moved away to the other side of the loft almost immediately to try and lower the other stand to meet the other. Gilbert frowned as she moved away.

Y/n lowered the stand with a decisive press, making sure it was level with the one on the other side. Miss Lind was struggling to gather all the actors together on the stage to start from the top of the show, meaning that soon Y/n and Gilbert would be forced into silence as they focused on the show. For Y/n, that couldn't come soon enough.

The show began within the next several minutes, during which Y/n and Gilbert sat in uncomfortable silence as they shuffled around the loft, rearranging things and ensuring everything was in its correct place. Y/n set the light and left it, knowing that she needn't change it for the majority of the show. Gilbert set the other light as well and saw Y/n wander back to the railing, leaning against it and holding onto it so tightly that her knuckles turned white. He frowned.

In a moment, Y/n saw Gilbert lean backward onto the railing beside her out of the corner of her eye and stiffened, gritting her teeth. They stood there for a moment with Gilbert trying to figure out to phrase his approach and Y/n hoping against all hopes that he didn't try to say anything.

But, of course, he did. "I know something is wrong." he whispered.

"Shh," was all Y/n said in response, using the ongoing show in front of them as an excuse to shush him.

Gilbert's frown grew deeper, but he pushed on nonetheless. "Is this about earlier? Because what Mr. Philips said―"

"Shh," she said, more forcefully.

"Y/n." said Gilbert, taking her hand from the railing and holding it in his. Y/n looked down at it, her heart skipping a beat. Gilbert tried to meet her eyes, but she kept them craned down. "Y/n, look at me."

She bit her lip. How could she explain to Gilbert something she didn't fully understand herself?

Slowly, she looked up, worry knitting her brows together.

"Tell me what's wrong." Gilbert pleaded quietly. "Whatever it is, I want to help. I don't like it when...I don't like seeing you upset. So, come on. Talk."

Y/n, overcome with worry, looked away, fixing her eyes on the stage. She had a chance―a chance to do something that had the power to completely upend her and Gilbert's friendship. But she didn't think she could stand regret.

"I like you." Y/n mumbled.

Gilbert absently reached for Y/n's hand on the railing, a smile forming on his lips. Then, in one swift motion, Gilbert moved forward and pressed his lips on hers. Y/n, shocked, nearly jumped out of her skin. But, almost in an instant, she relaxed into his touch, wrapping her arms around his shoulders.

But a moment later she pulled away, fear worming its way back into her mind. "Can we really do this? Nobody must know―"

Gilbert interrupted her by throwing his hands on her waist, pulling her in. "You and I know, and I think that's―that's more than enough, love."

Y/n smiled, the fear melting away as she looked at Gilbert.

"Hey!" came the shrill voice of Miss Lind. "That's the light cue! What's going on up there?"

"Nothing!" Gilbert and Y/n yelled in unison, scrambling back to their posts on the loft, hiding their smiles.

Author's Note: AHHHHHH MY FIRST FIC!! I've had this one in my head for a while now, but @urfriendlywriter 's prompts just really nailed it into my head that I needed to write it. I've been binging AWAE as school started and...I gotta say...I'm a sucker for dark hair and dark eyes. And the title, inspired by a Hozier song, just fits the vibe of the show so well I love it. But yeah! Enjoy my first fic and send in any and all requests you got!

<3 Gracie

Jealousy

Gilbert Blythe x fem!Reader

The sun dipped below the rolling hills of Avonlea, casting an amber glow across the landscape. Gilbert Blythe, with his characteristic disheveled hair and thoughtful gaze, strolled through the orchard, a place that had witnessed the blossoming of friendships and the unveiling of tangled emotions.

Avonlea was abuzz with preparations for the upcoming fair, a festivity Y/n L/n held dear in her heart. As Gilbert walked past the vibrant stalls and fluttering banners, he couldn't help but notice the vivacity in Y/n's step, her eyes sparkling with an enthusiasm that painted the world in hues of her imagination.

Yet, beneath Gilbert's calm exterior, a storm brewed. A quiet jealousy, like an unexpected visitor, had taken residence in his heart. It wasn't the kind born out of malice but rather a realization of the changing dynamics between them.

Yln, oblivious to the tempest within Gilbert, happily chatted with Cole and Diana, her laughter weaving into the summer breeze. As Gilbert observed from a distance, he couldn't shake the feeling that he was standing on the periphery of her universe.

His heart, usually steady as the Avonlea river, now raced with an unfamiliar cadence. Why did he feel this way? Gilbert grappled with the turmoil, his fingers absentmindedly tracing the edge of the fair's prize ribbon he held.

Later that day, under the canopy of stars, Gilbert found himself by the bridge, a place where moments unfolded like chapters in a story. The rhythmic sound of cicadas filled the air as Y/n approached, her gaze alighting upon Gilbert's contemplative silhouette.

"Hey, Gil. Are you alright?" Y/n inquired, a glimmer of concern in her eyes.

The words struggled to find their way out of Gilbert's mouth, but the truth, as elusive as it was, demanded expression. "Y/n, do you ever feel like things are changing, and you're not sure where you fit in anymore?"

Y/ns brow furrowed, a reflection of her confusion. "Change is a constant, Gilbert. But you'll always have a place in my heart. In my world." With the last sentence that left her mouth, her eyes softened, feeling sadness for the boy standing by her.

His heart, still entangled with vines of uncertainty, yearned for more. With a breath held in the quiet night, Gilbert spoke the words that fluttered within. "Y/n, it's not just about the changing world. It's about me, about us. It's about what we could possibly be. I can't stand on the sidelines anymore, y/n. I want to be more than a distant star in your sky."

It was a balm to Gilbert's restless heart, and yet, a lingering question remained unspoken. As they stood on the bridge, the moon casting its silver glow upon the water, the bond between them seemed to shimmer with an understanding beyond words.

Y/n's eyes widened, finally realizing the gravity of his confession. "Gilbert..."

Before she could say more, he took a step closer, his hand cupping her cheek. "I can't hold back any longer," he admitted, and in the soft glow of moonlight, he kissed her.

Their lips met, a silent promise of untold emotions and uncharted paths. The orchard witnessed the quiet culmination of a friendship blossoming into something more, as the stars overhead continued their timeless dance. In that stolen moment, Gilbert and Y/n discovered a new chapter in the story of Avonlea—a chapter written with ink that glistened with unspoken feelings.

Quiet | G.B.

Gilbert Blythe x Fem!Reader

summary: Y/N goes to school with her friends Anne and Diana, but soon becomes quick friends with someone else even against the girls judgement.

genre: fluff

warnings: bullying, billy being a creep, shy reader

request: yes / NO

word count: 940

A/N: I feel like there is not enough Gilbert content on tumblr so, here you go! Hope you like it and enjoy!

     Y/N was not nearly as excited as Anne was for school. She had been here longer than Y/N so she had gone near the middle of the school year. Y/N on the other hand had not been here tell school was well and over.

     “M-maybe i could just stay here?” Anne shook her head at Y/N, “No! I swear school is quite delightful!” Even with the reassurance from Anne, Y/N was still nervous, though she was always nervous about everything. Even talking to people was a struggle.

     Against her better judgement, Anne walked her along a dirt road to school. Y/N just walked in quiet whilst Anne blabbed on. Eventually they met up with Diana, she too joined them on their way.

      Once the school building was insight Y/N began to panic, again. Anne saw her backing and quickly grabbed her. “No. Come on Y/N!” Diana grabbed the other arm and they dragged Y/N to the river. “You put your milk in the river for lunch.” Diana clarified. Y/N only nodded before putting the jar in.

     After they were done with that they headed through the doors. Y/N went straight to the coat rake, putting her hat and jacket up. Once again her friends dragged her. This time to a group of girls.

     Before she could even get a hello in the girls had started asking questions. “Who’s this?” “Why is she with you, Anne?” “Yes, why is she with you as well Diana?” 

     Y/N tried to talk, but was interrupted every time she did. So she opted to stay quiet while Anne and Diana answered the questions for her. Finally everyone started going to their seats before the teacher got here.

     Y/N sat next to Anne while Diana was on the other side near the window. The teacher eventually showed up and looked around the classroom tell he set eyes on Y/N. “I presume you are the new student?” She only nodded a reply. 

     “I expect you not to fall behind your peers.” He said and again she nodded. All eyes were on her and she could tell. “Can you talk?” The teacher teased making a blush sprout upon Y/N’s face while everyone laughed. She looked down as the teacher went on with his lessons. 

     As the teacher dismissed for lunch, that's when the teasing began. First it was Josie, "Mr. Philip's is right. You don't talk. Can you even talk at all?" All the girls laughed making Y/N more red. She quickly headed outside away from the girl's torment.

     As she was getting her milk from the stream a boy came behind. "Hello beautiful." The voice rang out and once again Y/N blushed. Not because she was flattered but, because all she wanted to do was sit alone and eat lunch in quiet.

     Silently, Y/N tried to maneuver around the boy but to no avail. He just simply continued talking, "My name's Billy. Who might you be?" His voice disgusted the girl. Without saying anything she tried once more to move past him.

     "Hey!" Billy grabbed her arm harshly. "It's rude to not answer. Or maybe you're just mute. Can't talk can you?" The more he talked, the closer he brought her to him. By now Y/N was slightly trembling.

      "Billy!" A deep voice called out, "Let go of her!" Billy groaned before turning around. He made sure Y/N was behind him so she couldn't see the other boy.

      "This is none of your concern Blythe." The Blythe boy just shook his head and stepped towards Billy tell he was right in front of his face. "I said. Let. Her. Go." His voice was deep and fueled by anger. With that Billy let go of and stomped off, but not before giving Y/N a glare.

       She still does not dare look up at the young man now standing as close as Billy once was. “Hello there,” the Blythe boy said, making Y/N look up from the grass. “My name is Gilbert. Can you tell me yours?” He smiled down at her trying to comfort her which just made her more embarrassed. Even so, Y/N swallowed and talked as much as she could. “M-my name is Y-Y/N.”

     Y/N swears his smile got even bigger, “That’s a lovely name.” The little confidence she had left her at the comment, so she looked back down at the grass. “You’re very quiet aren’t you?” Gilbert chuckled at you. You heard whispering and looking over to see Josie, Ruby, and their group staring at you.

     Ruby looked like she was on the verge of tears which made you feel guilty for some reason. Gilbert saw what you were staring at along with your expression, “Don’t mind them.” You turn back to him on the verge of tears yourself. “Ruby says she has ‘dibs’ on me.” He scoffed before looking back at your teary eyes.

     “T-that’s stupid.” He laughed with a big smile making you join along. Once he was finished he just looked at your smile. “I like your smile.” He said it and warmth spread through Y/N. She went quiet again at that. He leaned closer, “Hey, don’t go quiet on me now.” 

     Y/N smiled again, “I-i’ll try.” He nodded, beaming down at you. “Come join me for lunch, will you?” Again she nodded, but then decided to actually respond. “S-sure.” With that he took you away and that’s how you became best friends maybe even a bit more than friends.

warmth | G.B.

Gilbert Blythe x Fem!Reader

summary: Reader is found in a barn, by Sebastian, with a fever . When he brings her to the Blythe’s house, doctor Blythe steps in to help.

genre: fluff

warnings: none

request: yes / no

word count: 1,346

A/N: i have been having, yet another, awae phase so my mind is filled with Gilbert Blythe. I’m sorry i’m shoving these imagines down your throats. I do hope you like this one though. My masterlist should be up soon!

part 2?

      Sebastian's coat clutched his body while his arms rubbed his sides. It was a cold winter in Avonlea. He was going out back to check out the barn for something to keep warm. As he entered he saw things scattered everywhere then, what he had come for, a pile of blankets.

     As he grabbed a hold of them he noticed an added weight. Sebastian pulled harder only to hear a groan of protest. He stopped in his tracks, eyes widening. He grabbed the edge of the blanket, slowly peeling it back only to find a little girl curled underneath. 

    The girl looked about Gilbert's age and she was incredibly pale. Thinking fast Sebastian picks up the girl in his arms. She is very warm, making him rush to get back to the house. He kicks open the door which startles Gilbert as he is doing his homework at the table.

     “Wha- Bash? Wait, who is that?” He stood up as Sebastian brought her into a room. He set her on the bed softly as to not disturb her unconscious body. “Bash!” Gilbert yelled at him, finally making Bash turn away from the girl.

     “I-i found her in the barn. S-she’s really pale and warm a-and i didn’t know what to do!” He yells out. Gilbert inspects the unconscious girl from the door frame before stepping inside and coming beside the bed to take a closer look.

     He puts his cold hand on her forehead, quickly finding it burning. Even in sleep the girl moves towards the coolness of his hand. Gilbert brings his hand away from her moistaning face. “She has a fever.”

     Bash eyes widen as he begins to panic. “Can you get me a wet rag, specifically tepid temperature, and some water?” Gilbert gives orders which Sebastian quickly follows.

     When Bash returns with the request, Gilbert is swift to act. He sets the rag on the girl’s forehead. He softly grabs her chin to tilt it back and squeezes her cheeks a little, somewhat opening her mouth. He slowly pours a bit of water into her mouth.

      The girl quickly swallowed, producing a smile to form on Gilbert’s lips. “She’ll wake up soon, but for now she must rest.” Bash nodded and headed out the door. Gilbert looked at the sleeping girl one more time before leaving as well.  

          Y/N woke up in warmth. This was unusual because she never felt such comfort in the morning. She smiled as she moved away from the bright light in her face. There was a creak which made her open her eyes.

     Suddenly she felt too warm and uncomfortable. She was in an unknown place, in an unknown bed. Y/N sat up only for a wet rag to fall onto her lap which wetted the covers she was under. Y/N quietly got out of the hot bed, the cool air welcoming her.

     Whoever brought her here could be a kidnapper or a pervert. They could have been nice people just trying to help, but Y/N wasn’t thinking right at the moment.

     She tried to silently walk out of the room, but the floors would creak under each step. Normally Y/N would have been smart about this (or so she hoped) now, though, she didn’t feel well and wasn’t in the right mind.

     So instead she ran right out of the room and into a hallway. As she entered what seemed to be the kitchen she saw two figures sitting. Without thinking, again, she headed towards another door that seemed to be the exit.

     “Miss wait!-” The call went on deaf ears as she opened the door and tried to make a run. A chill was sent up her spine as she felt the wisp air of winter only to be pulled back inside by arms wrapped around her waist.

     Y/N struggled in the boys arms. “Miss please calm down. I’m only trying to help.” He whispered in her ear. With a sniff she went limp in his arms, forcing him to basically carry her. He brought her to a chair and sat her down.

     “W-where am i?” Y/N's voice was soft and slurred. “You're at my house. Sebastian,” He pointed to his friend off to the side, “he found you in our barn and brought you here. You are sick, so i -well we- couldn’t just throw you out.”

     She nodded at his answer before asking another question. “Who a-are you?” He smiled, “I’m Gilbert. Gilbert Blythe. And may i ask what your name is?” Gilbert seemed to be nice and trustworthy enough for her to tell him so, she told him. “Y/N.”

     Gilbert’s face morphed into confusion. “Don’t you have a surname?” She simply shook her head no. Y/N began to look around the room as Gilbert went over to the stove. It seemed to be a fairly nice home. A little small, but big enough for a family to live in. Family. Wouldn’t that be nice. 

     Gilbert once again came in front of her this time with a cup of tea in hand. He brought a chair beside her and sat down, Sebastian sitting across the table just observing.

     “Drink this. It might not help.” He passed the tea to her. She mumbled out a thank you before drinking. Gilbert and Sebastian were watching her every move, making her very uncomfortable.

     “Please stop staring.” Y/N kindly asked them, looking at the floor. She felt both their eyes wander away from her form then continued with her tea. After some time she finished and put the tea on the table.

      Once more eyes were on her. “Can you please tell me why i found you in the bloody barn?” It was Sebastian who talked this time. With his words Y/N felt suddenly very self conscious of the dirty dress she wore.  

      “I-i ran away.” Both had shock and confusion written on their faces, so Y/N continued. “I lived in a cruel home. Unlike your very nice, very warm home. I couldn’t deal with it any longer so I ran away. I don’t know how long i’ve been gone, but i don’t think they will care anyway.” She paused to take a breath, “I’ve been hiding in shacks and abandon houses then i came across your barn and was- wasn’t thinking, i also wasn’t feeling well, so i thought ‘i’ll just take a quick nap’ then i woke up in this house. I am terribly sorry for the intrusion and if you wish for me to leave i will .”

     Both men paused for a second, almost questioning if her rambling was over. “It truly is okay. You were, and still are, very sick. It would be callous of me- us to throw you back into the cold in the condition you are in.” Gilbert spoke calmly as if not to spook the girl.

     Y/N could almost cry for joy. Finally she could have one day of not scrounging for food and a place to sleep. She quickly stood, startling the pair, and hugged Gilbert. “Thank you so much. Thank you, thank you!”

     He chuckled before shrugging to a confused Bash and hugging back. “It’s quick alright.” He pulled away from her arms, “Now go back to bed, please. You need rest and i will see you at dinner.” She smiled at him, Gilbert smiling right back.

     “Okay!” Y/N started towards the room before turning back around once more. “Thank you again and i will see at dinner, Mr. Blythe.” With that she ran to the room and tucked herself into the warm covers.

     Back in the kitchen both Gilbert and Bash were chuckling at the girl. “Do you think that was the right choice?” Gilbert asked, suddenly serious. Bash looked at him with a smile, “I think it’s a great decision. She will definitely make better company than you.”

     Gilbert shook his head as Bash laughed. He looked to the now closed door with a smile. Yes, this is a good idea. 

      Right?

Masterlist

 + = fluff

x = angst

* = smut

Request: OPEN

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CRIMINAL MINDS

Spencer Reid

touch starved +

handsome +x

ANNE WITH AN E

Gilbert Blythe

quiet +

warmth +

MARVEL

Peter Parker

plane ride +

Steve Rogers

after the battle +x

MY HERO ACADEMIA

Katsuki Bakugo

firecracker +

TOM HOLLAND

uncomfortable +