#I deep cleaned the bathroom and I'm not leaving the house in this snow so that's my work for the day

[hajihiko]

what do you MEAN what's the difference

[shelby-love]

TOMMY SHELBY

Life Amidst the Death

Requested: no

Prompts: none

Warning(s): none

Author’s note: My @ has Shelby in it, but I literally haven’t written about my favorite men. REQUEST PLEASE I WANT TO WRITE ABOUT MY PEAKY MEN

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You walked along the pathway, shielding your eyes from the frost snow.

Although it wasn't unusual for Birmingham to experience bad weather, you still had a distaste toward it. Right now a blizzard was rolling in, and while the weather was still fairly calm, you had dashed outside to tend to your horses.

Knowing your horses were safe, secure and protected from the oncoming blizzard would be the only way to get you to sleep peacefully once night falls.

So, as the sun starts to set, you cross what on a sunny day would be your backyard and struggle. You walked bent over against the cold, protecting your face by stuffing it into the warm scarf that was wrapped around your neck protectively.

Suddenly, your leg gave out beneath you as it slipped on a hidden slab of ice that was hidden underneath a fair amount of crystalline snow.  

Toppling over, your arms come out to brace yourself, so you don't fall face-first into sharp ice.

Pain laced through you within a second of falling on the damp snow, landing straight on the ice with your hands and left hip. You cursed underneath your breath as puffs of cold air escaped along with the vulgar words. You glanced down on your hands where pain started to zap through.

Scarlet colored blood trickled down your wounded hand that was likely to have been sliced by a stray of sharp ice. You watched in horror as it started to drip down on the milky white blanket of snow, tainting it in red.

You rested your injured hand to your chest while pressing the uninjured one to your stomach and tried not to let the panic overtake your senses.

Partially running, you make your way across your backyard, leaving drops of blood along your tail. The scarlet like liquid travelled through your fingers, disappearing underneath your coat but leaving a noticeable trail along your arm.

You approach your house, a beautiful manor, vision swimming with unshed tears and open the door, letting the gentle warmth from a nearby fire wash over you.

Not only was your hand bloody and injured, but also your hip, which will be streaked by colors tomorrow.

"I will go get Mr. Shelby," a distant voice of your maid travels through your ears. You ignore it, settling down to kick your boots off in a haste. Several long moments passed before a voice entered your ears again.

"Y/N?" The sound of your husband's voice brought you back to reality. Tommy looks over you with his sharp gaze, noting the blood that's pooling at your feet. When you gazed over him, you took note that he looked like he was deep in work moments before you dashed into the house injured, with his glasses nested firmly on his nose and the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to his elbows. Even a pen is still firmly gripped in his hand. "You're bleeding, love."

"I slipped on the ice and cut my bloody hand," You say, voice shaking as another surge of tears threatens to fall from your already red-rimmed eyes. You cursed some more quietly, as pain seemed to attack your panicked senses.

Placing the pen back into his shirt pocket, Tommy walks towards you and grabs your forearms, not looking at all disgusted by the large amount of blood. He knew blood better than anyone, his own hands were coated in an invisible amount after all. The blood that seeps from your wound even gets on his own hands as he seizes your injured hand with narrowed eyes.

You let him lead you into the bathroom, mind numbed from panic. Once the light turns on you settle your eyes on the mirror and come to terms with how crazy you look. Tears run down your face in a mad race to your lips that are frosted with cold due to the snow. Tommy meets your gaze in the mirror, noticing the way you're fighting back tears that just keep falling.

"Hey, you're alright, love," he assures you, turning you by the hips to face him, keeping one hand lightly on your injured hip. "You're crying. Why?"

"I just scared myself Tom," you admit. Your heartbeat started to settle while you ran your injured hand under the tap, watching as the cold water mixed with the red blood and disappears down the sink. Tommy rummages through the medicine cabinet behind you, pulling out medicine and bandages.

"You cut yourself, Y/N. You'll survive." Tommy tells you gently, hoping that his words calm you down as you wipe the tears off your face. "Why are you so frightened?"

"I don't know. It just gave me fright." You tell him uneasily, handing him your injured hand, so he can tend to it.

With rough hands, that never felt more gentle than at that moment, Tommy ran some antiseptic over the cut with precision. You winced as it started to sting but refrained from pulling your hands away from his.

Tommy looked up at you, "Y/N, I can tell when you're not being completely honest with me."

You paused instantly, the last few days before snow started to fall flashed through your mind. The talks of truth with Polly, meetings with Ada where she shared all about her pregnancy and gushed how you'll have a girl for sure too.

All of it will become far too real once the words leave your mouth.

Everything Tommy has on his plate, all the priorities - they will shift.

"I'm pregnant, Tom. Alright?"

He blinks once before turning back to you, his brain not comprehending the information. "What did you say?"

"Don't make me repeat it," You said, resting your hands over your stomach.

He shook his head, composing himself. "When did you find out?"

You sighed through your nose, trying to remember the day you and Polly first talked about your symptoms. "A couple of weeks ago, when I said I was taking Charlie to see a play in London."

"Did you?" he asked, gently wrapping a bandage around your hand. “Go see the play?”

"You want to know if I lied to you? Of course, I didn’t!" You exclaimed. "Pol went with us to London. She took me out for drinks one night... I felt sick and she just-"

He waited for you to continue. "You know how she is Tom..."

Silence overcame the two of you, there was no doubt in your mind that he was thinking the same as you.

Even though this was pure happiness for the both of you, it's been over shined by the reality of what it could mean for your child.

Tommy rested his hands on your waist, looking at you with the serious look in his eyes. The one Tommy Shelby always wears, not Tom, your husband. "Y/N I'm your husband. You should have told me right away."

"I'm sorry. I was scared," You said quietly, stepping out of his grasp. You took your bloody coat off your shoulders and let it fall down on the floor.

Finally, after what looked like hours, you felt clean.

Tommy's expression changed into one of happiness, the one he used to wear all the time before war had sucked all the joy out of him. "Scared? This is the best news I've heard in days."

You smiled, turning back around, "Really?"

"There is too much death around us Y/N," he said. "We need some life."

You grasped his hands in your own and placed it on your swollen stomach. The relief you felt was instant and life that once seemed far too dangerous outside these walls seemed to have changed for the better.

This is exactly what he needed. Some permanent joy in his life to make up for all the joy he had lost.

From war, from the business, and now politics.

Playing house was exactly what you needed.

Just Tommy, Charles, you and the little human that was growing inside you.

Preferably a girl.

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MASTERLIST

[kanataka-san]

Jasper Hale X Male Reader

Alice decided to make a suprise for her human friend and celebrate it in their house with close ones.

It was Bellas birthday, everybody has a great time joking, dancing or just talking. (Y/N) made her a birthday cupcakes deciding they wont be able eat a whole cake with just the two of them, taller girl agreed at this idea.

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(H/C) haired boy sat on his lovers lap plaing with that blonde locks, gold eyes looked into this beautifull (E/C) and perfect smile that he retured getting closer to kiss smallers boy forehead. "Uh-uh don't move you'll destroy it." (Y/N) pouted holding a braid he made so it wont fall apart. Jasper listened and sat still, smiling- It was perfect.

That was untill brown haired girl hissed... Alice turned to her and saw blood cut on her finger, Edward fastly came to Bella as Rosalie take (Y/N) away from Jasper that was now held back by Emmett and Caslisle. Esme told her 'childern' to take the two to their homes, that way they will be save.

(Y/N) got a plaster in his phone case and gave it to his friend that thanked him. The ride was silent nobody talked but Edward could tell (Y/N) is worried about his lover also by his running thoughts- it made the vampire smile 'cause no metter the sytuation smaller boy was always worried first about Jasper than himself- he know he will get scoled if he said it out loud with his family around.

"Hey, cheer up he will be fine." Edward ruffled (Y/N)s hair after exiting the car and taking him right in front of the door of his house. "I hope so, but you know I'll be woried still, even if you said that. Drive carefully." "Don’t worry we will." The two said goodbyes and (Y/N) went inside. It was dark, he was alone. His parents today morning flew away for their work.

Turning on the lights he decided to make himself something to eat feeling hungry and the only thing that could be made fast was noodles.

It wasn't the best but it was something. Tomorrow he will need to actually cook after school. Right now he just needed to take a warm shower and sleep but first- text Jasper how he feels.

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(Y/N) checked his phone one more time but he haven't got a reply. 'he probably still don't feel good. I'll check in the morning.'

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It was weird... By now (Y/N) was sure to get some kind of reply.. But there was nothing. It worried him..

Deciding to go to school earlier (H/C) haired boy packed his bag and dressed up in one of Jaspers dark blue hoodies, button up white shirt and light blue jeans- he was ready to go. Taking keys to his car from shelf he get out and close the door.

Snow started falling on this part of the forest, it was beautufull, songs was playing on the radio making (Y/N) relax.

When he finally was on the parking he exited his (F/C) car and went to school. He saw there was Bella standing with Edward. "Hey there. You're early." "I could say the same." Bella smiled a bit hugging her friend that returned it. Ok, I'm off just remember this is school so don't get to touchy!" (Y/N) joked as vampire boy shake his head smiling. "You don't need to worry about it."

The day went quite good but (Y/N) haven't seen Jasper or wnen he saw him blond haired boy dissapered in the crown of students. It worried him.

Couple of days later Alice aporached him and took his hand to take a little bit taller boy with her behind the school.

There he stood. (Y/N) looked at Alice that just smiled and go away leaving the two alone. (H/C) haired male wanted to hug his boyfriend but he got stopped.

"(Y/N), don't come closer. You need to forget about me about us." With that he was gone. Smaller boy stood there procesing what happend.

"You... Broke up with me... Why...?"

He asked noone in practicular.. Cold wind embranced him as walked back home.. Not carring about the car, it will be stupid idea driving when you can't even see what's in front of you by all the tears that fell out of his eyes.

It was getting much colder- did (Y/N) cared?- No.

He felt alone for the first time from a very long time, he sometimes felt alone when his parents flew away but he got used to it knowin they will always come back- this time he didn't know what will be.

Knowing Jasper is an empath (Y/N) decided to stay home for a couple of days, maby he will came and say he's sorry.. Or just come...  Be there..

But none of that happend. (Y/N) didn't know if he done something wrong... He wanted to know... The only thing that stopped him was that Jasper haven't come to school or responded to his texts.. Others didn't tell him anything only Bella that way he know he wasnt in school... It destroyed him from the inside..

Finally decided to go back to school (Y/N) started covering dark bangs under his eyes by his mothers make-up, he spent manny sleepless nights.

He hasn't eat regullary only in school so nobody will susspect anything, at home he only drink water- by that he got thiner so he wore bagy clothes, not like it was something out of ordinarry cause he loved big clothes.

In PE he always changed into bathrooms or said he doesn't feel good so he wouldnt practise.

By now he just left his phone at home not carring if someone call him, his parents never expected a response to their emails or texts.

His room still was clean and he did the homework. He always got good grades without studying so it was a plus, not wanting to sit at the borring books.

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When (Y/N) haven't came to school for a whole two weeks again Bella began to worry but he just texted her he got sick.

She told this Edward at the table in the canteen when others appered and sat down.

Alice got a vision and Edward was fast to read it. "What happend?" Bella asked looking from her boyfriend to best friend.

"It's (Y/N), he's going at the cliff." All of them stood up and leave the school grounds. Jasper was the first one to run as fast as he could knowing where exacly (Y/N) is right now.

Jasper found him sitting at the edge. Calm energy emmiting from (Y/N)- he wasn't about to jump. He always came here when he wanted to think or just be alone with the nature.

"I know youre here."

"And I know you know I'm here."

"Why are you here..?"

(Y/N) wispered closing his eyes trying to stay calm and not to cry.

"I'm here because youre my everything.. And I know I lost you when I break up with you. I know you try to stay calm so you're feelings wouldnt affect me..." Sitting male take a deep breath.

"Please let me feel all the emotions you feelt for the past three months.." Sobs leaved (Y/N)s mouth as he let all the emotions go.

Jasper legs gave out as it hit him. He couldn't believe someone could feel so much and closed it inside for so long.

(Y/N) clamed down against his will.

"No.. P-please let it out, I want to feel what you felt for so long-"

"I wont.. I- I don't want you to feel it.. Please it hurts me seeing you in pain.."

"It hurts me to seeing how you can't let your emotions go without worring about me feeling it."

They were silent... Not knowing what to say.. Until (Y/N) stood up and run up to the vampire falling to his knees the two hugged eachother not carring about the dirt they were in.

"Please.. I know it will be hard for you.. To.... Forgive me.. "

"It will be..."

"Can we-I try to fix it.. Baby steps...?"

".. Baby steps..."

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It was a hard way, Jasper did everything to make (Y/N) feel better. After he found out how thin his lover got he made sure to regulary gave him small portion of food Esme cooked everyday when she heard what happend. Every morning he went through (Y/N)s open window with fresh portion of vegetables.

There were times when Jasper spend the night wathing (H/C) haired boy sleep stroking his head when (Y/N) got a nightmare.

They know nothing will be the same but they loved eachother and will make it.

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[mxrvelxbucky]

Bucky Barnes x reader

Bucky Barnes one shots

Warnings: dirty thoughts, 18+ scenes

Words : 2,7k

Notes: Sorry if I have some mistakes, but English is not my native language

A/N: Do not copy, rewrite, repost or translate my work on here or any other site. Likes, comments and reblogs are welcome.

Bucky went out of the well-known cafe who went since Steve left, because there they were coming every day to take their coffee. But it was not only that the reason for his continued visit to Cafe. Every time he went to the Cafe, he was welcoming by the same girl, with her long black hair and emerald, her green eyes, with a beautiful and warm smile on her lips.

Every day Bucky tried to catch her talking but every time customers came so they could not talk and he was forced to leave and close again in his apartment.

Today, however, what surprised him was that he did not see her in the cafe. But he did not get into the process of asking the other girls in the Cafe where she was. But as he was leaving the cafe, he hit someone. But before the other person could fall, Bucky caught up with him. As he looked at it he immediately understood who he was.

These emerald looks, these fleshy red lips and snow-white skin definitely belonged to her. "I-um-eh-I-Iam-s-oh". He could not speak, he was bony. Bucky tried to apologize to her but no matter how hard he tried, the words did not come out of his mouth. He was literally stuck. How should he talk to her? What should he tell her? He did not know what to do, but you got him out of the predicament he was in, letting your voice, which was like a melody in Bucky's ears, resound.

"Morning Bucky" He did nothing, he did not react, he just looked deep into your eyes. You were starting to feel a little uncomfortable, because he had his arm wrapped around your waist, and your faces were a few inches apart.

Wow, that was the first time you noticed how beautiful his eyes were. They had many shades of blue inside. They were like oceans, dangerous oceans with a beauty and a serenity in them that made you want to explore them.

After a while you started to feel something hot enter your skin that made you scream from the burning. Bucky's coffee had spilled on your chest and stomach. When Bucky realized what he had done he was shocked. He had been absorbed by your features, your eyes, your lips, your body, everything for so long. He was absorbed by you. He wanted you so fucking much to be his that he had not noticed that his coffee had started to spill on you.

"Oh, my god, Y/N I am s-so sorry about that, I-I d-din't want to........" He tried to apologize but he could not, the words were confused in his mind and his actions could not control what he did.

"It's o-ok Bucky" you tried to say without showing him how much the burning hurts "Can you please bring me some paper towels" you looked at his eyes as sweet as you could. He didn't reply he just went into the cafe and some seconds later he came out with some paper towels. He gave them to you and he was watching you trying to clean yourself.

Your T-shirt was stuck on you, clearly showing the contour of your bra and some parts of your boobs. Bucky, no matter how hard he tried to look away, but he could not, dirty thoughts passed through his mind which he could not drive away. He wanted you, he wanted you so fucking much. He wanted to be on the top of you and talking you dirty. But he knew that you didn't feel the same.

Those few times you'd talked, Bucky had found out that you have a boyfriend. But he couldn't, even after all these days, stop thinking about you, he might have been a playboy before, but you were the first one to make him really feel something. Something that had nothing to do with his twisted thoughts, or sex, but it was about you. He really loved you even from those little things you'd said to each other, he'd fallen in love with you. Something that had nothing to do with his twisted thoughts, or sex, it was about you. He really loved you even from those little things you said to each other, he had fallen in love with you.

"Perfect. It's not cleaned for anything"you said. It may have seemed like you were blaming Bucky for what happened, but the truth is that you were about to kiss him If he didn't make the first move. You broke up with your boyfriend just yesterday, because you couldn't get those blue eyes out of your mind.

"Y/N I am so sorry, really I didn't mean to-"

"Bucky I am not blaming your for anything, ok? Just forget it" You said looking sweetly into his eyes, those eyes you fell in love with, from the moment you first saw them.

"Ah Ok, but You can't walk around like that, with coffee on your shirt, my house is nearby, I'm sure I'll have some clothes there for you" You were about to say no, but he interrupted you "And I don't take no for an answer" You both laughed and you followed him to his apartment.

Along the way, you were talking about different things. He asked you about how you're doing with your boyfriend, and of course you told him that you broke up with your boyfriend. Bucky may have looked sad at the time, but he couldn't have been happier at all.

When you arrived at his apartment you sat in the living room while he went to one of the other rooms to find clothes. A few minutes later he came and gave you the clothes. He showed you where the bathroom was and you sources to get dressed. You were sure the shirt was his, it had its smell, expensive cologne and something of vanilla.

When you sources back into the living room, you saw him lying on the couch. He was going to put on a movie. When he noticed you, he got up and came to you. He had taken off his shirt and instead of that jeans that he was wearing before, he had worn a thin, almost transparent, pair of shorts. You felt a little weird when the thin fabric of his shorts.

"Since you have the day off, you'd like to sit down and watch a movie" He looked you deep in the eye, you couldn't refuse, you wanted to sit with him more than anything else in the world.

"Of course I'd like to, just before you start the movie, wait till I sit-"

You didn't have time to finish your sentence. He grabs your wrist and tugs you down on the couch. You fall on him with a sharp, playful shriek. "You know I’m the best seat in this place"  He jokes, pushing you over his body while he brings his knee up so you’re between his thick bare thighs, his briefs riding up higher so you feel his skin on yours.

Resting your head on his warm, smooth chest, you feel his cock pressing into your pelvis. He’s not even hard, and he’s big. The thought making you throb as you push down the whimper bubbling in your throat.

"Comfortable?" Bucky asks as he looks at the top of your head with a knowing grin. You nod, your head rising and falling with his even breathing.

"Good girl" he hums, shifting his hips up, grinding into you so briefly that you think you imagined it.

Bucky listens to the small noise that escapes your lips when he does it again, stretching under you with a loud groan as he adjusts your bodies on the plush cushions. "Me too"

It’s hard to focus on the movie. All you can think about is how the only thing separating you is two layers of very thin cloth. Two layers keeping you from feeling how warm and firm he really is.

Bucky’s hand is trailing up and down your back, the tips of his fingers grazing your spine as he watches the movie. After a while, his touches get more deliberate, harder as he massages your back. His other hand lazily tossing popcorn in his mouth.

You glance up at him, studying him as an explosion happens in the background. He didn’t shave today so there’s a hint of a beard covering his cheeks, the corner of his lips turned up as his blue eyes follow the action playing out on the screen. His adam’s apple bobs as he swallows another mouthful of popcorn. He’s so handsome and hot, no man should look this good.

You whimper, actually whimper, when his hand drifts down to your ass, resting over the swell of your cheek. Heat floods your face as you stare at him. Please please say he didn’t hear you, please-

Bucky doesn’t look down, but you swear his lips twitch. "This is my favorite part" He murmurs his large hand curves over your ass. He slapped hard your ass and you let a small moan get out of your mouth. You didn't know what he exactly was supposed to do to you, but you didn't care, You knew he was going to do bad things to you, those bad and naughty things that you've been waiting for a long time of him to do to you.

"Mm, I can’t get enough of this" He gently squeezes, his ring pressing into your skin, and you nearly arch into his powerful touch. His large hand kneads your ass, squeezing and rubbing until you’re soaked, wanting his hands everywhere on your body. His cock swells under you, pushing into you. He’s so big. That throb is getting worse, he has to feel it, feel how wet you are.

"I always want more, Doll" The nickname that he called you, it makes you horny.

Bucky looks down at you, his lust-blown eyes nearly black, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. He wants you. He’s hot and stiff and you can feel him.

"Hmm, you want more Doll" That wasn't a question, his voice was so deep and thick, you knew what was going to happen.

He pulls down your bottom lip with his thumb. "Yeah, you want more" He smirks, his words laced with a smug assurance, he’s going to make you feel so good if you let him and you will let him.

Bucky pulls you up his body until your hands are resting above his head, your forehead on his. "Say you want more and I’ll give you everything"

He’s looking up at you , his eyes steady on your face. His hand kneading your ass, ushing you hard on him, down on his hard erection, grinding into your clit. You whine and his eyes get darker. "You like that, huh?"

He reaches up and bites your bottom lip, sucking it into his warm mouth, his hand slipping between your bodies, under the band of your panties, cool fingers find your hot cunt, aching and dripping for him. He traces along your clit, an intricate pattern of his name that has you gasping.

Bucky lets your lip go with a wet plop, "Say it Doll" He demands, feeling as desperate as you look. He pushed you against him and made you horny in even more"Say it"He whispered in your ear, you could feel his hot breath on your neck just before he started leaving you sucking pacifiers around your neck.

"I want you"

Three simple words ignite a fire in him. His hand slaps your ass just as he pulls you in for a heated kiss, swallowing your shocked squeal. Those two layers separating you are gone, ripped from each in a flurry, the kiss deepening with each second until you’re consumed by him.

Breaking away with a groan, Bucky watches as you straddle his hips, your glistening pussy sliding over his thick cock. His swollen head pushes through your folds and into your core, you grab his chest, panting through the burning twinge, fuck he’s not even halfway in.

There ya go, Doll, you can take it "he encourages, his hands on your ass, easing you down until you reach his base." Little more, there ya go. Good girl. Knew this tight little pussy could take me" He said in your ear.

You’re so full, his cock so deep in you, even a small roll of your hips has you crying out. "Fuck, I don’t think I can take-"

Bucky presses his hand on your belly, smirking as he feels himself. "Yeah, you can Doll" He counters softly, you try to circle your hips, wanted to be a good girl for him but when he hits your soft spot right there, you lose your rhythm.

He sits up, keeping his grip on your ass, bringing you down over him, harsh and fast, stretching and filling you in a way no one has ever done, the swift burst of pleasure has you seeing stars. Your hands clutch his hair as you hang on while makes you ride him, each stroke twisting the pulsating coil in you, tighter and tighter.

The faint sounds of the tv drowned out by the wet squelch of your pussy sucking him back in as he brings your hips down, his massive hands rocking you back and forth until you’re mewling and sobbing from the sensations tearing through you.

Bucky tightens his hold, his face contorted into a sneer when you clench down. "Fuck, fuck, you’re so fucking tight, shit should have fucked this sweet cunt weeks ago" He’s whispering the filthiest things, describing all his wet dreams as he pushes deeper into your pussy.

All you can do is hold on to his large body, to overwhelmed by the way his cock is dragging along your walls to respond, only able to produce broken, needy gasps. "Please ‘m so close, so close god Bucky, just please Bucky-"

"Say you own to me, that you're mine "

"Say it" he told while he was pushing harder and harder.

"I am yours, you own me, I-I'm yours"

"Good Doll" He is pulling your head back, he brushes his lips across your jaw as he fucks up into you, your breasts bouncing against his sweaty chest with each thrust. His mouth hovers over your open lips, muttering, "Cum right fucking now, Doll"

A searing white-hot heat flashes across your body as the coil snaps. "Oh god, yes, oh fuck-" Your belly tenses in and you shatter, his name a strangled wheeze as your orgasm roils through your body.

Bucky grins, his tongue caught between his teeth as he waits for you to come down from your high, your body trembling over his. His hands rubbing your back as he sighs.

Slowly opening your eyes, his smirking face comes into view. You shift your hips, he’s still hard, bitting back a weak moan, "Bucky you didn’t-"

"So you know we missed the movie. I really wanted to see it" He traces your swollen bottom lip with his thumb, "how about you keep my cock warm and we finish it"

He leans back on the couch, grabbing the remote off the table. “And if you’re good, I’ll eat your pussy until you pass out. If you’re not, well I’ll edge you until you pass out"

He did not just say that-

You stare down at him with wide eyes, your mouth dropping open as he grabs a handful of popcorn. He puts a few kernels on your tongue, eating the rest as the movie starts up. "Your choice Doll"

You tilt your head considering your options. Things are about to get real interesting around here. "You know Bucky, I know exactly what I want"

You lean down and whisper in his ear. Bucky nods his head, his smirk getting wider. "Good choice Doll"

That was my first story, tell me if you want more

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Daminette December - Fluff + Snow

Okay I'm combining the prompts fluff and snow, except the fluff isn't gonna be a sweet cozy fic it's actually gonna be something fluffy (the snow itself) but it's actually an angst fic.  It does have a happy end kinda.

Mentions of death in here, it's not fluff as in sweet fic just a heads up. So yep, the regular poor comedy ones will be back and running, but I'm a sucker for angst so here you go!

ALRIGHT LET'S START @noirdots BUCKLE IN.

Damian was alone, in a cold and empty home.  Alfred came once a day to prepare a meal, for Damian wouldn't eat any of his other meals.  He didn't feel as though he deserved them. He spent most days locked in his room in solitude, either crying or staring off to the distance.  Occasionally, lost in the memories of the family that once lived in the Wayne Manor.

He blamed himself, over and over again.  He hated himself with such a burning passion.  There were days where he would break down into sobs in his room, refusing to let Alfred take care of him.  He didn't feel as though he even deserved Alfred anymore. His body would shake as he rocked himself back and forth like Talia once did back when he was very young.  He felt as though it was childish but it was the only thing that could bring him comfort in his time of loneliness.

One day, Alfred had enough.  He refused to let another Wayne child isolate themselves into solitude due to death taking its toll on the Wayne family.  He wouldn't let it happen again. He ripped off the door knob to the door and pried it open. Damian refused to look up, and fought back as Alfred ripped him from the room.  He dragged him by his dirty clothes into the bathroom, one that Bruce once used and tossed him inside. He started a bath and fixed up his room.

Damian sat in the warm bath.  He remembered the loud arguing and noise that once filled the house, the loud noise he loathed.  Now, he wishes he could still hear Dick bickering with Jason over the cereal, he missed Tim's constant screaming and head pounding over a tough problem, and he longed to give his father the hug he never gave.

Once Damian was cleaned, Alfred gave him fresh new clothes and told him to take a walk while Alfred prepared a meal for him.  Damian numbly agreed, and trudged outside.

He wore the black coat Babs had given him for Christmas outside and the gloves Stephanie gifted him.  He wore the hat Cass gave him and the scarf Alfred presented to him. He trudged along the path outside, following it's curves and twists down to a forest.  He stepped carefully over the stones and branches in the way, as he mindlessly wandered. His feet were cold and his hands growing numb as he pushed through the snow.

Finally, he reached an open space in the forest.  The snow was glistening the softest and fluffiest white, as the sun hit it just right.  He sat down at a large boulder and hugged himself as he curled into a ball. The sun grew brighter and brighter, to which Damian resented.  It grew unnaturally bright, as Damian glanced up in annoyance. However, when he glanced up, he saw someone. A young girl with hair in pigtails and bright blue eyes.  Damian fell off the boulder in shock as he yelped. The girl was surprised as well but remained silent. She simply waved her hands in an innocent manner to imply that she was no threat.  She held out one hand to help pick him back up, to which Damian accepted. He was about to speak when the girl held a hand to her lips. Damain froze, as she used her hand to form white sparks.  The sparks soared through the sky quickly as they sped towards the snow. The snow began to take a new form, as the sparks sculpted a figure. Damian could feel tears falling from his eyes as the sculpture finally took full form.

Staring back at him, was his father.  Damian began sobbing out apologies as the snow version of Bruce simply hugged him.  The girl stood by and watched, with a bittersweet smile. She waved her hand once more, and more figures began to form after her.  Faces began popping up, with smiles at Damian. They waved and joined in the hug, as Damian sobbed. Damian clung onto them, somehow feeling his family's warmth despite clinging to the cold, fluffy snow.

They parted as Bruce looked at Damian with a sad smile.  The snow version of Dick however grinned ear to ear, as he picked up a piece of snow and chucked it at Damian.

Damian laughed as he smiled.  Jason tackled him and ruffled his hair, as Tim just chucked a snowball at Dick.

"Damian," Bruce spoke.  He placed his hand on his shoulder with emotion in his eyes.  Damian knew Bruce was speaking deep from his heart, but couldn't quite read his father's emotions.  "I want you to know, that our deaths were not your fault. They are not your burden to carry, and we will always be here with you.  Mother nature will always take its course, and I know first hand, how quickly your life can rot away if you don't make the most of it in the moment.  Live each moment with purpose, Damian. Know that I am proud of you, and we all love you."

Dick chimed in.  "Yeah, so don't live your life like a loser man.  We didn't die just so you can waste your life, so do something exciting.  Wake up everyone morning with a dream, a goal, a reason, a purpose. And if you can't find one?  Reach for the stars and find that first step."

Jason added, "And when you've accomplished your goal, you get the fun of finding a brand new one.  So please, live your life with happiness. You can't have a rainbow, without a little rain. But every rain cloud will pass.  I promise."

Tim finished, "So seriously, quite moping around nerd.  And live for tomorrow. We miss you too, Damian." Damian looked scared.

"Is this...is this another goodbye?"

Bruce smiled.  "I'd like to consider it an invitation to find a new goal, a new dream.  One that's your own. We'll always be here, deep in your heart." Bruce hugged Damian one last time, before the snow began to break apart.  Damian watched sadly as his family left a second time, as Damian turned around.

The girl was still standing there, watching.  Damian felt embarrassed, but the girl sensed it.  She gave him a hug too before pulling away. She gave him one last look before, running into the forest, leaving not a single footprint in the fluffy soft snow.  Damian watched her vanish without a trace.

Damian made his wave back to the Manor, this time with his chin up.  He dried his tears on the scarf Alfred gave him, with a new sense of passion and reason.  Each step he took, he took with pride. He wouldn't let his family down. Not a second time.

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Marinette watched as Damian left the forest.  She nodded as she crept away back the shadows.  Her job was done, and it was time to find a new soul in need of help.

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BONUS : This time you guys get a stick figure Damian with a new sense of purpose with a sprinkle of pride.

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[the-peachpit]

NO SHIPPING

Wanring: Blood, Very loose interpretation of the dream smp lore lol

Summary:Technoblade Get's To Dream Before Quakity, Before Time Is Altered By Dream. Before Tommy Has A Chance To Return.

Notes:Hi! I'm really nervous to be writing for this group. I tried hard to respect boundaries using a master post on tumblr to double check. if I over stepped anywhere or was wrong in my interpretation let me know.

It wasn’t his fault. The blood on his hands meant nothing cooling and seeping into his fur. Fur. He hadn’t even noticed that he’d transformed back. Was it that easy for him now to lose control?

Stumbling his way into his home inviting the snow on his heels Technoblade let the door shut enveloping the room in darkness, not even the moon was out tonight. Limping like the beast he was Techno lit a torch on the wall with shaky hands. He caught a glimpse of himself in the small hall mirror the deep cut in his snout darkening his pink fur grungy and matting. It’d been so long since he’d returned to his true piglin form. He wasn’t a beast; he was a man. He lived like a man; he grew up among great men. His father was the best man he knew, and his brothers- men of action and determination. Skirting a fine line into madness over their pride, maybe his brothers were beasts, and maybe he played a part as the eldest. Hearing voices, unable to control his shapeshifting, giving into the voices and pushing Wilbur a little too hard outside. Maybe he had been the plague, but he changed. God he had changed. Refining himself in the image of those around him wanting nothing more than peace among the outskirts and land of his own to farm.

Now he stood covered in blood that wasn’t just his huffing his snout fogging the glass. Where did he go wrong? Was it demeaning his brothers dreams? To be leaders, Wilbur was always meant for something great, and even Philza could see it fostering his natural leader instinct. Sometimes it felt like Wilbur was the eldest. The way he would stir up Tommy for a laugh, but always taught the boy to be patient and gentle. How he took care of Technoblade when the voices demanded blood and his hand twitched over his sword. The way Wilbur had found techno doubled over in the closet scratching at the wooden floor with claws piercing long marks. At that point Techno had been in his human form for a while but was losing control that night with Philza out of town. Techno was supposed to protect his brothers. Instead, he chucked his sword to the corner so he wouldn’t be the one to end their lives as his piglin form emerged. Wilbur was slow, but fearless as he spoke softly placing a hand over Techno’s. it was the warmest he’d ever felt. Wilbur told Techno he trusted him, that his brother could never hurt him piglin or not. Wilbur promised to always be louder than the voices. How fast L’manburg had risen and fallen. Techno almost couldn’t believe it when he heard the news. Wilbur had been exiled from all he loved. Instead of coming home Techno found Wilbur and Tommy looking battered and defeated in a cave. Techno’s heart broke seeing them look so dull he offered to help. When he handed Wilbur his first sword techno ignored the flame he saw, the glint in his brother’s eye. He should have said something, instead he led his brothers charge into battle sealing their fates unknowingly.

When Wilbur died Techno felt like his own life had been taken from him. He watched his brother die at the hands of his father and there was no good in the world anymore, nothing mattered. He wanted to scream, but instead scowled hiding himself away. Until his youngest brother betrayed him. Voices seared his brain and Techno knew releasing those withers was a bad idea, but he was so angry. Betrayed by the boy with wheat colored hair who shot for the stars letting nothing stand in his way. The boy who followed his older brother anywhere even into madness. Techno felt like he had no family after that. When he got home from that battle as L’manburg burned he felt the sting of it all. The blood on his hands was almost Tommy’s.

Techno smashed the mirror forcing himself to transform, to see the human hand covered in blood. He was a person. With little strength left he popped back to a pink furry beast. He continued to light his small home trudging to the bathroom. His clothes were torn in spots partially from the transformation. Forcing himself to turn again he saw the damage to his human complexion, the dark bags under his eyes, the scar on his snout ran from the right underside of his cheek to under his left eye. A trophy of sorts.

Techno cleaned his wounds slowly, deliberately, letting himself feel the sting of antiseptic. He deserved it- to hurt like they hurt. Changing his clothes and moving to the living room techno lit his fireplace when the vase in the corner of the room caught his eye. It was filled with various flowers from Ranboo who would generously give them away when Techno would visit Tubbo mostly to see Tommy. Techno never understood why Tommy had forgiven Tubbo for anything, and so easily at that. Techno had gotten revenge on Tubbo watching blood seep from his face by his own hands and still wasn’t satisfied by the punishment. In fact, Tommy was ruining it, because when Techno saw Tommy make Tubbo smile moving the burn scars on his face Techno felt weird. Remorse? Tommy was a spitfire who never thought anything through including befriending the enemy. Techno wondered if in the end he was an enemy? The thought squeezed his heart like a vice.

Techno looked at the chair in the middle of the room, he’d wanted to read a book and call it a night, his bones ached, and his head throbbed. Was he getting too old for this? Fighting everyone, why was he stilled pulled into this? He asked to be left alone, it’s all he wanted.

Huffing he knew he couldn’t just sit there. Opening the front door, he grabbed his coat before walking towards the stables stomping through the snow to his polar bear. It would make the trip faster, and Tubbo enjoyed seeing his pet. It would make things, easier.

Ridding through the dark with just the gentle glow of the stars to guide him Techno let the blistering cold nip at his face. To perk him up or make him feel alive he wasn’t sure. He rode through the frozen tundra watching the snow melt to warmer climates. It was spring where Tubbo lived a new life. He never locked himself away. Knocking on the door Techno waited unsure what he could even say when he saw the charred face of the small ram boy.

“Do you have any god damn idea what time it,” Tubbo’s curses slowed as he rubbed his eyes taking in the sight of his former foe.

“I’m not sure time’s been a blur tonight,” Techno shrugged.

“Why are you here?”

Techno could practically hear Tubbo’s teeth grinding.

“I just want to talk about,” Techno sighed, “Tommy.”

“Leave,” Tubbo’s normally cheerful voice sent shivers through Techno’s spine.

“I will just,” Techno stood straighter saving face his 7-foot frame usually kept him brave.

“Leave!” Tubbo shouted, “Tommy’s dead! I had his funeral and, where were you? Couldn’t be bothered to show up! Did you even know?”

Techno felt it the crack in his heart, he knew Tommy was dead. He was probably one of the last to hear in passing from Ranboo before being left on his own in his self-made snowy dungeon. His hell he personally crafted. He didn’t sulk at first, it sunk in over a glass of whisky, his youngest brother had been beaten to death in a prison he was never meant to be in. The brother he had cleaned scrapes for and applied bandages. The brother he taught how to fight and had dinner with hearing his plans for his future. Tommy, the boy with wheat colored hair who shone like the sun. It wasn’t fair. His light was snuffed out in a cold dark place at the hand of his tormentor from day one. Beaten to death. Techno couldn’t get over it. He smashed his glass and knocked his bookcases to the ground. Beaten to death! Brutal, soulless, painful. God Tommy was probably in so much pain. Pain Techno couldn’t protect him from or make better. He died alone.

“I killed him,” Techno’s voice was a whisper that stung.

“What?” Tubbi stuttered.

“I killed Dream,” Techno looked at his hands he could still see the blood.

“I don’t,” Tubbo stepped forward driven by curiosity.

“I went to the prison,” Techno shouted, “I kicked the crap out of Sam, and I killed Dream!” He ran his hand frantically through his messy pink hair, “I was just going to talk to him, but I saw Tommy’s body, and I had my axe.”

Tommy’s eyes were milky a far cry from his curious blue gaze. His face was bruised and bloodied. He looked so cold not even the lava could warm him. Dream just sat there welcoming Techno assuming he was a break out party. The voices screamed demanding blood, and Techno obliged happily. With a fierce swing Techno planted his axe between Dreams ribs.

“He laughed,” Techno smiled, “The damn bastard cackled as I slaughtered him. All he did was scratch me once as I lost control and mauled him.”

“Kinda looks like he scratched you pretty good,” Tubbo observed the large scar.

“Heh,” Techno laughed, “I guess.”

“Did you come all the way here just to tell me this?” Tubbo leaned against the door frame.

“I want to know if you’ve seen Philza,” Techno asked, “I brought back Tommy’s body, it’s in the snow at my place. I want to bury him properly. Him and Wilbur. I’m not sure if Philza knows about Tommy yet, and I should be the one to tell him.”

Philza hadn’t talked about Wilbur either since the tragedy. Techno wanted to walk about that too.

Tubbo nodded, “Let me talk to Ranboo, I’ll be back out.”

The plan was set in motion. Tubbo accompanied Techno back to his house refusing to look at Tommy’s corpse and Techno couldn’t blame Tubbo. They rode for a day and a half returning to the small cabin Techno remembered growing up in. He could hear the laughter of Tommy and Wilbur echo on the breeze that rustled the trees. He saw Philza standing on the deck looking down at them. When did he get so old? He looked so tired. He knew.

No words were exchanged as Techno dismounted his polar bear and Philza descended the stairs. Techno tried his best to make the words come to him. He was told he always had a way with words. Before he could open his mouth, strong arms embraced him. They were warm and comforting. They felt like support. Slowly Techno raised his arms grabbing onto Philza’s shirt hands balled into firsts. When was the last time they were this close?

Tommy and Wilbur were buried in the back of the house under the tree Tommy had fallen out of breaking his arm. Under the tree Wilbur wrote songs on lazy afternoons. Under the tree Techno taught his brothers how to wield a sword and be strong. The tree they grew under.

“Welcome home Theseus.”

[luccislegs]

I'm in love with your writing.. 💘 mind writing something for ace? maybe going from friends to lovers? tiny bit of angst? I LOVE YOUR WRITING take your time and have a good day!! 💘💘

yes hello hi thank you! i can’t send emojis but just know they’re there in spirit! also sorry it took me so long to get to this, i just didn’t really have a direction to go with it. still don’t really, but yolo. also i’m not real sure i’ve got everything about ace’s personality down, but i think i’ve got enough.

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You watched from the sidelines as Ace wrapped his arms around another woman’s shoulder’s, his own shaking in amusement. It stung, but you weren’t angry. He didn’t know how much it hurt you.

None of the others did, either. You had kept your feelings locked down tight, not wanting everyone to worry or start trying to butt into your business. Still, nights like tonight, you wished you had someone you could talk to.

Looking back up, you watched Ace leave with the woman, dozens of envious gazes following them out of the bar.

You ordered another drink.

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“Hey, _____, you wanna go into town with me?” Ace called from the stairs.

You poked your head out of the bathroom door, a toothbrush hanging out of your mouth. Nodding, you held a finger up to indicate you needed just a moment. Your ship had just landed in the next port of call, and you were excited to explore the spring island. The last few had been nothing but winter and fall, mostly rain or snow. It had been ages since you had set foot on properly dry land.

You bounded up the steps towards the top deck and looked around, but couldn’t find him. There was a call of your name, and turned to find one of the other crew members.

“Ace is waiting down there,” he said, pointing in the direction of the docks.

“Thanks,” you said, and hopped over the side of the ship. Ace was waiting there, leaning up against a barrel that had just been offloaded. “What do we need to get?” you asked, flicking the brim of his hat up in greeting.

He frowned playfully and made a show of fixing it. “Nothing in particular. Just wanted to go sightseeing.” He smiled at you, and offered his arm.

That was so typical of Ace. You had mentioned multiple times how much you hoped the weather was nice when you landed at the next island, and grew steadily more antsy the close you got to your destination. And somehow, Ace had taken it upon himself to escort you. It made your heart ache.

You eyed his arm with hesitation, not realizing how clearly it was written on your face, nor that Ace’s smile had dropped into a frown. His mouth opened to say something, maybe to ask you what was going on. It wasn’t like he hadn’t noticed you were acting different. He always made it a point to know how his crew was doing, but you especially. You were different. Not that he wanted anyone else to know that.

But then you were taking his arm, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes, and were moving in the direction of the town, and he couldn’t quite bring himself to ask anymore.

Soon enough, it didn’t matter. There was so much to see that you both forgot the tension from earlier. The island turned out to house quite a few historical sights, including a massive tree thousands of years old, old ruins from an ancient civilization, and a gorgeous beach on the other side from where you had docked.

After spending the whole day sightseeing, you and Ace had led the crew around to the beach. Right about now, you would normally have been setting up shop in a bar for the night, but everyone had agreed a raucous party on the beach would be preferable; even they were tired of being cooped up inside.

Everything was perfect for the first few hours. The crew had brought dozens of barrels of rum with them from the ship– you would have to restock again before leaving the island– and everyone was so hammered it was a surprise that they were all still capable of standing.

Then a few of the younger locals caught wind of your party– or more likely heard your party– and showed up. Ace, who had practically been glued to your side the whole night, had made his way over to them and invited them to join.

You could see already that the women that came were immediately smitten with them, and Ace wasn’t about to brush them off.

A ball formed in the pit of your stomach, dread and pain settling like a rock. When he slung his arms around their shoulders and started to guide them in your direction, you ducked into the crowd, disappearing from his sight.

Ace’s grin instantly disappeared and he began to search for you, but it was impossible to make you out in the dark and crowd. Letting go of his companions, he hurried over to where he had last seen you, calling out your name in worry.

You couldn’t hear him over the noise or the pounding of your own heart, and continued to weave in and out of the dozens of people until you came out into the dark on the other side.

It was dumb luck that Ace, now pushing through the crowd without caring who’s toes he stepped on, was close enough to catch a glimpse of you before you were swallowed up by the dark. You weren’t running, but you were clearly in a rush to disappear. His pulse was thrumming in his ears and he fought to close the distance, but his crew members weren’t making it easy. Finally, as a last resort, he allowed himself to heat up just enough to make everyone around him fearful of being burned. At last, a path opened up and he raced after you, using his fire to follow your tracks in the sand before they were washed away by the sea.

You were out of breath by the time you decided to stop. After escaping the light of the bonfire, when you were sure no one could see you, you had begun to run, and didn’t stop until your lungs began to hurt and it grew too hard to breathe. You collapsed into the sand, lying down on your back and struggling to control your breathing. Tears had been burning, threatening to fall as you weaved through your crewmates, but they had long since faded. Right now, all you felt was apathy as you stared up at the countless stars above you. It would be so easy to just disappear into town, find the nearest bar and take some stranger to your bed for the night. In fact, the idea was downright tantalizing, but it was quickly doused by a wave of melancholy as a vision of Ace swam up in your head.

With a sigh, you sat up, knowing it was fruitless to go that route. You had tried it before, and were left disappointed because the whole time, you couldn’t get Ace out of your mind.

Crunching in the sand alerted you to a new presence, and your guard immediately came up. Reaching towards your boot, you prepared to draw the emergency dagger you kept on you, until you saw the hand outlined in flames.

“_____,” Ace said, kneeling down beside you in the sand. His hand cupped your chin, thumb caressing the line of your jaw as he studied your face. “What’s going on? You just ran off.”

You put on a smile, pulling your chin from his hand in the process, saying, “Nothing’s wrong. The noise just got to be too much.”

You could tell by the way his jaw set that Ace wasn’t buying it this time. The smile hadn’t reached your eyes, and you had been running from him, no matter how you tried to spin it. He wasn’t stupid, he knew you were pulling away from him, that something he had done or was doing was upsetting you. He had been too cowardly to ask before now, afraid that you were going to pull away from him entirely.

“That isn’t true. I know that isn’t true. I don’t know what’s going on, but you need to tell me. What have I done?” he said, taking your hand in his instead. He wanted the contact, needed it, in case it was the last time he ever touched you. He desperately hoped it wasn’t, but he wasn’t fool enough to just assume.

Linking your fingers through his, you stared down at them, relishing in the contact yourself. It used to be that you would freely reach out and grab his hand, or wrap your arms around him. You weren’t sure when that had stopped. “Ace, I…” The tears were back, stinging at the corners of your eyes. “I can’t…” You stopped again, taking a deep breath. It was time for you to come clean, and it was a make or break scenario. Part of you had hoped it would never come, better to be his friend than to ruin everything. The other part of you, the part that harbored the pain, was relieved. “I can’t stand seeing you leave every night with other women. It’s selfish, but I want it to be me.”

Well, that wasn’t exactly how you wanted to say it, but it was the best you could do right now in the face of your rising panic. Ace was quiet, and you forced yourself to look up, to meet his eyes. They were wide, showing just how off-guard your confession had caught him.

And then he laughed.

You could feel your heart break in your chest, every hope you had tried to deny sinking right down to your toes. The dam broke and tears raced down your cheeks, but you wouldn’t give into the need to sob. You pulled your hand gently from his, using it to wipe your face. “Yeah, that’s about what I expected.”

Except it wasn’t. Maybe you hadn’t expected him to actually return your feelings, but you never in a million years would have imagined that he would laugh at you. That wasn’t Ace. He didn’t laugh at other people like that.

“Hey, hey now,” he said, pulling your hand back into his. He shuffled closer, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “I didn’t mean it like that, you just surprised me. I had no idea…”

Of course he didn’t, you had done everything in your power to make sure he never would. Ace had everything going for him, you would just hold him back.

Cupping your cheek, he forced you to look at him again before asking, “_____, you really mean it?” His heart was in his throat, desperately trying not to let his hopes get too high in case you were playing some extremely cruel joke on him. He wasn’t joking when he said he had no idea. You had always paid him more attention than the others, but it never crossed a line into what he could even pretend to think of as flirtatious.

Your eyes fluttered closed, the tears having finally stopped, and leaned further into his palm, relishing the warmth it exuded. Ace was always warm, and more often than not you would seek him out when a blanket simply wasn’t enough. “Of course I do, Ace. Why would I joke about that?”

He gave you a weak smile, which you missed entirely because your eyes were still closed. You felt his arms come around you, though, holding you so tight you almost couldn’t breathe. Uncertainly, your arms came up to wrap around his back, skimming up his spine until they settled in the center of his tattoo. The chill from the cool spring night evaporated immediately in his arms, and you found yourself pushing closer, seeking more.

Ace pulled back, his nose coming down to skim yours, and your breath hitched when you met his eyes. Leaning closer still, so you could feel his breath on your lips, he whispered, “Can I kiss you?”

Your heart skipped several beats and you didn’t even answer, just pulling him down so his lips were pressed to yours. Your mind seemed to stop working, your entire focus centering around the way his lips moved against yours, parting so his tongue could dip into your mouth.

You could hardly think even after he had pulled away, resting his forehead against yours as both of you regained your breath.

“I never wanted any of those women, _____. I just needed something to distract me from you,” he said, allowing his fingers to comb through your hair. Before you could say anything in response, he was pulling you forward, into his lap and his lips were on yours again.

The party went on for hours, well into the early morning, but you never made it back.

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they should teach a class on how to write a kiss bc i’ve no idea. anyway i hope this is angsty enough and enjoy!

[obsessivestar]

Steamy Love (A Tom Hiddleston x Reader) Part 23:~A Night to Remember~

Summary: As your final days with Tom are counting down, Tom sets up a wonderful date, one you'll truly never forget.

Warnings: 'Nother slight negative mention of one of Tom's ex's at the beginning. Mentions of medication.

Read it on my Wattpad: Wattpad.com/HiddlesStar

Word count: 2202

Tags: @theoneanna @midnightdragonzero @drakesfiance @kcd15 @ihthr @deviantsendbyreallife @bookgirlunicorn @cherrygeek86

Now it's January. It's the last month you and Tom are going to have together in this house, possibly for the last time in general. You knew this, but you weren't sure if Tom knew. Maybe he assumed you'd try a semi-permanent long distance relationship. Maybe he never expected this to last. You really weren't sure. You haven't really talked about it with him. Truthfully, you've been avoiding it. Part of you hoped the problem would solve itself, but it's just made you more and more anxious as time has gone on. You really need to talk about it soon, before it's too late.

You were just nearing the end of the first week of January, currently home alone as the evening rolled in. It was getting really cold outdoors so you were basically walking around the house with the same sweater and the same sweatpants every week. You washed them, of course. They were just the warmest pairs of clothing you had. You didn't like being cold.

Tom wasn't home at the moment. He had left just before the afternoon to take care of things 'for later on in the evening', as he told you. You weren't sure what that meant, but you were eager to find out. You were just scrolling through social media while you waited for him to come home. People were still losing it about your diss at Taylor Swift during one of the many interviews you've done for your movie. You were surprised that whoever had edited the interview had decided to leave that part in, but they made it seem like the interviewer wasn't as offended as she originally was. Most fans of Tom had learned to really appreciate you after that interview, though there were the select few fans of Taylor Swift that had practically flooded your Twitter replies with hate for a couple days. It didn't get to you. You've dealt with worse hate than that, far before you met Tom. You are a female Twitch streamer, after all.

Later in the evening, Tom finally came home. You hopped out of bed and out into the living room to greet him, seeing him with a couple large clothing bags and some tickets in his pockets.

"What's all that for?" You asked, raising a brow.

"Our date tonight.." Tom smiled, moving past you to go to your room. He gestured you to follow, so you did, a soft blush on your cheeks.

"Tonight? I haven't even showered--" You winced with a slight chuckle.

"Then go shower. I can lay out your outfit and such for you while you're bathing.." Tom spoke. "We have an hour to get ready.."

"A-Alright." You shrugged. You really weren't sure where this was coming from. He's never pulled a surprise date like this.

"You'll love what I have in store, trust me." He smiled at you, gently kissing your forehead before gesturing you to head for your shower. You gave a slight chuckle as you exited your room, heading to the bathroom. Your showers aren't long, but you hoped you'd have time to put on makeup afterwards.

After a couple minutes, you came out of your shower with a towel wrapped around your body and one in your hair. You turned off the light and everything and moved back to your room, seeing a long red gown with sleeves that would rest just past your shoulders. It looked similar to classic Cinderella's blue dress, but in red. You and Tom have been binge watching some of the old Disney Princess movies. Tom was surprised that you knew most of the words to the songs from Snow White and Cinderella. You both really enjoy these old movies. He's excited for you guys to watch The Jungle Book next. You know he won't be able to hold back singing 'Bear Necessites'. He sings it any chance he gets.

You did your makeup and hair before putting the dress on. You looked in the standing mirror you had and honestly, it fit you perfectly. It hugged your curves in all the right ways, and the sleeves resting past your shoulders looked a lot better than other shirts with lazy sleeves that you've worn in the past. You really liked it. You looked amazing.

You hear Tom step into the room, turning around to see him in a clean navy blue suit with a black bowtie. It made him look really good. It brought out his blue eyes.

He was looking at you practically the same way you were looking at him.

"You look...astonishingly stunning." Tom spoke with a lovesick smile, taking the time to slowly look over you.

"Oh, come on.." You chuckled a bit, looking down at the dress. "I'm surprised you didn't go with green.."

"Don't want to become too predictable now.." Tom chuckled before fixing his jacket, holding his one hand out to you.

"Are you ready?"

"For what? The date?" You blushed, stepping up to him. "Where are we even going?"

"That's a surprise, darling.." Tom spoke, smiling at you. "I can't spoil it now. There are many surprises to come.."

You shook your head some with a chuckle, taking his hand.

"Alright. I trust you.."

Next thing you knew, you were headed out for the night, getting in Tom's car and driving off. Wherever you were going, you hoped paparazzi didn't hound you. Tom seemed pretty confident that they wouldn't, thankfully.

You looked around as you traveled more into the city. It wasn't a big city, but the stuff around downtown was nice. The lights were pretty to look at. After a moment, the car came to a stop.

"We're here." Tom spoke. You turned to look over to his side, seeing the large building, the large museum. Tom smiled at you before getting out of the car, moving around to open your door for you and help you out. Once you stepped out of the vehicle, you got a good look at the museum. You and Tom walked up the small stairs, your eyes never leaving the large marble building, the only thing lighting it being the small lights below.

"You're bringing me to a museum? Isn't it closed?" You asked, a light blush on your face.

"To the public, maybe.." Tom smirked at you, taking your hand as you moved closer to the door, managing to open it with ease. "I know some people that gave me this opportunity.."

You walked into the museum with Tom, surprised to see some of the stuff on display was still lit up in view, despite no one being in here to view them. This was just like Tom's dream of taking you to a museum on a date. He remembered it.

You looked around together, viewing the different kinds of art and monuments on display. You could only stay in the main hall, but what was shown was still fascinating, and you're normally not really a history kind of person. It was just interesting to see all the different types of work, reading the history behind them. Tom loved it, too. His love for old history shines through as he explained the different pieces you came across. You listened to every explanation he gave. There was something deep down in your heart telling you that your days being able to hear him ramble were numbered. In Feburary, he'd be heading back home to the UK. You'd have to separate. You wanted to enjoy your limited time with him while you still can.

After about an hour of exploring the different sights, you exited the building with Tom.

"This was...really amazing, Tom.." You spoke with a soft smile. "It was a really eye opening experience. Thank you so much for bringing me here.."

"The night isn't over yet, my dear.." Tom spoke with a warm smile, moving back to the car with you. "There's one more place I'd like to take you.."

"Oh?" You blushed and he helped you get back in the car before getting in the driver side, starting the car.

"You're in that dress for a reason." He spoke with a little wink before driving off, getting back on the road.

The next location was a little harder to figure out. The building you parked in front of was deeper downtown, and loud music was coming from it. It didn't seem to be some sort of generic American nightclub. It looked a little old school. That got you a little excited.

You got out of the passenger side on your own this time, meeting up with Tom at his side as he got out from the drivers side. He noticed your eager smile, gently taking your hand.

"You're really going to like this one.." Tom spoke, giving you a smile before opening the door, walking in with you. You walked downstairs a bit, hearing the music get louder and louder the closer you got to the larger door. Before's you'd go in, you were stopped by a security man, who asked for your passes. That's when Tom took out the tickets and handed it to the man. The man let you through the next door after examining the tickets, politely telling you to enjoy your time.

Once you stepped through, you finally got to view the large underground diner. On one side were little diner tables where you could eat and listen to the live folk band on the stage nearby. On the other side was the dance floor, where you could dance with friends and family along to the music. Some couples were already dancing. It really reminded you of the dance scene from Snow White. You had mentioned during your time watching it that you've always wanted to goto a dance like that. You definitely preferred it over the bland pop/techno beats you hear on a loop at night clubs.

"Th-This is amazing!.." You grinned, looking around like an excited child at an amusement park. "Th-That's a real band!"

"Would you like to dance, darling?" Tom gave you a smile, kissing the back of your hand. Your cheeks went pink, giving a little giggle.

"It would be an honour.."

You smiled at him, seeing him grin as he kept your hand in his, leading you to the dance floor. You've seen Tom dance in some clips, but you've always wanted to experience that thrill in person, and tonight was the perfect night for it. You were able to keep up with all of Tom's steps, even holding your dress up like a princess as you tapped and pranced around the room. At some point, you and Tom had the whole dance floor to yourselves. You had the whole diner clapping along with you, as if you really were Snow and Prince Charming. He really was your charming. You had this big grin on your face the entire time. Tom was the same way. He hasn't danced like this in ages.

Eventually, exhaustion had hit the both of you. After one final jig, you moved to the tables to have a little snack before you'd head home for the night. Some of the diner's customers applauded you, which felt amazing, and the live band was now playing relaxing music. It was nice.

By this time, however, you realised you hadn't taken your medication. It's been quite a few hours since you were supposed to take it, but you were just having too much fun to have it slow you down now. You didn't want to end the night off being sluggish. So, despite 12am rolling by, you chose not to take it. Not until you'd go home. Tom hadn't mentioned it, either. He probably figured you had taken it before you left.

You got to have some tea and biscuits at the table, deciding to take this time to thank him for such a wonderful night. This really all meant a lot to you.

"Tom, this was...this was amazing.." You smiled warmly at her. "The dress, the museum, the dance. I-I never thought I'd get to do anything like this in my life.."

"Would you say this was quite a successful date, then?" Tom asked you, returning the smile.

"It's definitely been the perfect date." You replied, gently taking his hand. "I-I'll remember this day for the rest of my life."

"I'd like to have more times like this with you.." Tom admitted, gently caressing the back of your hand with his thumb. "In the future.."

Your smile faded some. You would really like that, too, but he's going back to the UK in less than a month. You'll be separating.

"I wish we had that time.." You admitted, looking down some.

"Why can't we?" He asked, tilting his head with slight confusion.

"You're going back to the UK in a month.." You replied, looking back at him. "For your play. After this month, you're leaving the country.."

Tom gave a little smile, looking down at your joined hands for a moment before looking back up at you, looking into your eyes.

"And what if I said I'd like for you to come with me?.."

[daddyimmaru]

If You're Cold, So Are They. Don't Do Crimes in the Cold.

Kraken n Maestro fluff since even i didn't escape the arctic revenge and am expecting 12 to like, 36 inches of snow god help me-

Maestro knew from the moment he woke up his day was going to suck. His room was frozen- He was certain he had left the window open when he had staggered home last night, and the wet towel over the puddle on the carpet proved that- and he made a reminder to thank Kraken for closing his only defense from the cold. He stumbled into the bathroom, and cringed at the mess in the mirror. His hair was a mess; last night he had lost his hairtie and it seemed leaving his wet hair to the forces of nature left behind a mess that he didn't want to deal with. The hero spent a good hour bent over the tub with the showerhead and a hairbrush before he managed to fix the mess his dreads had become, then another to dry his hair before he could braid it back into it's usual style and find another tie. The entire time, he was hissing quiet curses and cringing, both at the biting chill in the air and the resistance against his brush.

The next sign was the fact he had slept in far later than he had intended and would most definitely not be making it to the cafe 'date' he had been set up on by some friends to meet his 'number one fan.' (He doubted that, but had agreed if just to be left alone to his business.) Now, however, he had no doubt he would be receiving some negative feedback from the press, which would result in negative feedback in the public and in his small group of personal friends. Another glance in the mirror told him that the black lipstick he usually wore on his top lip had smeared in a dark streak over his cheek, and had gained a near drip effect from the water that had run over his face. That meant there would also be marks on his pillow, which led to another half hour of gathering clothes in his room and tearing the bedding off his bed for laundry. An hour and some toast later and the dryer was steadily humming while Maestro gathered his suit. He looked outside; it had stopped snowing once nature decided his floor was wet enough, but there was still a thick layer of powder over the ground marked with the shoes of people running from the cold.

Maestro's luck turned, even if only slightly, when he noticed that Kraken had left a sweater in the closet. Ah, pleasant surprise that made up for the wreck this had been so far. Once he had tugged his pastel yellow suit on and stumbled his way into dark blue stretchy jeans, he tugged the grey shirt over his head and let out a loud, contented sigh at the added warmth settling over his frame. His matching blue coat came next and then he tugged his mask over his face, (struggling a moment to tug his hair through the gap in the fabric he had put in specifically for when he did up in a ponytail. Final touches- bowtie and headphones, before he bounded out the door into the snow.

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Maestro was right when he decided today wasn't his day. It seemed with the colder weather, more bad guys decided it was time to get into action while most spiders were hiding from the frigid temperatures. He was out far later than he had intended, karma for sleeping in, he supposed, and toward midnight it had begun snowing again. Deciding that was enough, Maestro cut his final patrol off early and returned to his apartment with little doubt that Kraken would have left upon seeing he wasn't there.

Entering- (falling)- through the window, however, Maestro blinked in confusion when a metal claw sprang from the darkness to shut the window behind him. The lamp on his nightstand flickered to life and Maestro couldn't hide the small curve to his eyes when Kraken gave him a rather questioning look. The spider sprang up, taking only a moment to notice that his bed was somewhat made, before he collapsed half on top of the villain currently in his house. Kraken released a sound of disapproval, but the metal arms responsible (at least, Maestro believed) for his name seemed somewhat pleased to see him. "You're cold," Kraken hissed, pushing at the smaller without much effort. Maestro, in return, shoved his frozen hands under Kraken's shirt to press them against his sides and laughed when he squirmed away and cursed at him. "Go get dry before you soak everything!" He ordered once Maestro removed his hands, shoving a handful of clothes at the spider and pointing to the door. Maestro pouted even as he obeyed, more than eager, if he were being honest, to be warm and dry again. He never was much a fan of cold, and he worried about his headphones. Stepping into the bathroom and making quick work of settling into the given pajamas, he took the time to run a towel over his hair and clean up his face a bit. His house(apartment) was warmer than he remembered, and he took a moment to enjoy that Kraken had given him his favorite crocodile pajamas. (The villian knew him far too well, according to a few other spiders. Maestro was just happy that Kraken knew he hated coconuts and never brought him candy with it.)

Flipping the light off and grabbing a drink, Maestro hummed a quiet tune to himself as he nudged his way into the bedroom again. The light was still on, though Kraken looked on the verge of falling asleep again. The hero set his cup on the stand beside the lamp, before falling into the bed again with a low purr of approval. Kraken gave him a glare, though not in any way heated, and the arm that shut the window tugged the blanket until Maestro moved to let it throw the comforter over his frame. "You took a while tonight." Maestro hummed at the words, shifting until he could neatly tuck his frame into Kraken's side and take a deep breath. "Also took my shirt. Not cool." That didn't receive any answer, and it took the villian a few moments to realize Maestro had dozed off in the short time between sentences. He snorted quietly, his metal arms retracting before he reached out to click the lamp off and fell back into the pillows. It didn't take long before Kraken had given in to sleep as well, sighing softly as he left a mental reminder to keep all his shirts in check before he left in the mornings, knowing if he didn't they would be gone when he returned.

[Bad ending i know but this took longer than I expected and I'm tired. It's been snowing a lot lately (we've almost been in like, 3 accidents,) and there's a lot of drama happening in my fam so i busted this out to make myself feel better. Kraken is @angerydj 's, whom you should all go follow, bc he's a Cool Cat 🐊 Stay warm y'all!]