#green street hooligans

[vinnieswife]

Patching him after a fight.

Pete Dunham x reader

words: 680

author’s note: How much I love this prompt omg!

It’s well past midnight when you hear the familiar sound of heavy boots on the stairs, slow, deliberate, like each step costs him something. You’re already waiting by the door, nerves twisting in your chest, a first-aid kit sitting on the small kitchen table of his apartment.

When the soft knock finally comes, you’re quick to put your hand on the doorknob, unlocking the door and pulling it open.

Pete stands in the dimly lit hallway, looking exactly how you feared he might, his face bruised, blood trickling from a split lip, and his knuckles torn and raw. His favorite jacket hangs loose from one shoulder, stained with dirt and some blood r.

“Hey, love,” he says with a faint, lopsided grin, trying to play it cool like always. His voice is rough, worn from shouting or maybe just exhaustion after the fight. You can’t help but sigh, both relieved and frustrated. “Jesus Christ, Pete.”

You move,and he steps inside, letting the door close behind him, his body sagging slightly now that he feels safe. He winces when he moves, confirming what you already suspected, he’s hurting more than he shows.

“’S not as bad as it looks, I promise,” he mumbles, but his eyes soften when he sees the worry etched across your face. “Didn’t mean to wake you.”

“You didn’t. I was waiting for you.” You guide him towards the worn out couch, helping him sit down carefully. He doesn’t resist,too tired and too sore to protest.

You grab the first-aid kit and sit on the small coffee table in front of him, your fingers already reaching for his bloodied hands. His knuckles are bruised and swollen, skin split. He watches you quietly as you clean the cuts with gentle, practiced hands, his breath hitching when the peroxide stings. “Hold still,” you murmur, as if he’s about to bolt.

“Ain’t used to someone fussin’ over me,” he says softly, almost amused. His lips twitch into a faint smirk, but there’s something tender in his gaze, something vulnerable he can’t quite hide.

“Maybe someone should,” you counter, wrapping a clean bandage around his hand with careful precision. “You’re not invincible, Pete.” He huffs a quiet laugh, letting you continue your work in silence. You tilt his chin up next, inspecting the gash above his eyebrow. It’s shallow, but it’s still bleeding a little. He watches you closely as you dab at it with a damp cloth, his eyes never leaving your face.

“Did you win?” you ask after a moment, breaking the comfortable silence, trying to sound casual.

“Course we did,” he says with that trademark cockiness, but his voice is softer, almost like he’s trying to reassure you. “Not a scratch on the boys.” You roll your eyes but can’t help the sense of pride warming your chest. “Idiot.”

His hand suddenly covers yours, stilling your careful movements. His fingers are rough, calloused, but his touch is warm, grounding. “I’m alright,” he says quietly, as if sensing the storm of worry still swirling inside you. “I swear.”

You nod, swallowing the lump in your throat, and press a soft kiss to his bruised knuckles, how could the same hands that fight so fiercely, hold you so gently. His breath hitches again, “Come here,” he murmurs, tugging you up and into his lap despite his injuries. His arms wrap around you, pulling you close, as if holding you is the only thing keeping him anchored.

For a long moment, you just sit there, your hands resting against his chest, his heartbeat steady beneath your fingertips. His grip tightens like he’s afraid you might slip away, even though you’re right there, safe and solid in his arms. You grab the damp cloth cleaning the blood on his lip, also cleaning the trail of blood down his neck. “I hate seeing you like this,” you whisper.

“I know.” His moves closer as his lips brushed against your temple. “But you’re here. That’s what matters.”

And in the quiet of your small apartment, bruised and sore but still standing, he found peace.

[laurfilijames]

On Sundays

Pairing: Pete Dunham x reader

Words: +500

Warnings: Pure fluff.

Summary: Cuddles on the settee with Pete watching football leads to an unexpected nap and is undoubtedly the best way to spend a Sunday.

A/N: Rather than working on any of my other WIPs, I decided to go ahead and write something no one wants or asked for to try to get me out of this little rut. Once again, I'm indulging in sleep intimacy with my favourite man. (I also know it's not Sunday. Whatever.) No tags because it's just silly and I'm sorry I have nothing else ready that was promised.

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You didn’t think you were even tired, but the longer you laid on the sofa with Pete watching the match, the more your eyes felt heavy and sleep threatened to set in.

The whole combination was bliss and the perfect recipe for lulling you into a dream; laying on top of Pete, your head resting comfortably on his chest, his hands languidly rubbing up and down your back beneath your jumper that kept lifting up with each pass, the sounds of his breaths and strong heartbeat pulling you in and keeping your focus even when he shouted out a complaint at the referee or one of the players.

You swore you would be productive today, knowing how quickly a Sunday turned into Monday and the rush of the week would make you regret not better preparing yourself, but when Pete requested you watch the match with him and have “a quick snuggle”, there was no way you could say no.

Your cup of tea was left half-drank on the coffee table beside Pete’s can of Foster’s, the warmth it provided nothing compared to his body heat, making you melt into him more and more with each second that ticked by.

Just a couple more minutes, you had thought to yourself, thinking of all the things that still needed your attention that suddenly weren’t anywhere near as important as cuddling up to your hooligan.

Each jolt of his body and low rumble of his voice through his torso only aided in you opting to spend the rest of your day lazily, and with one last glance at the telly to check how much time was left in the match, you smiled that it wasn’t even half-time yet.

You took a deep inhale as you allowed your eyes to close, breathing in his scent of woodsy body wash and the warmth of his bare skin, your fingers idly tracing the outlines of the West Ham crest on the right side of his chest.

It took a moment for your eyes to adjust when you opened them, the flat darker than when you had fallen asleep as the day was absorbed into night, the fluorescent glow from the t.v. harsh in the otherwise dark room.

Pete was asleep below you, his soft snores and slow, deep breaths indicating how soundly he was sleeping, and as much as you didn't want to have to move from this blissful resting spot on the settee, you knew bed was the best option at this point.

With his legs still securely wrapped around yours, you remained in place, settling your chin on his sternum to better look at his peaceful face, and carefully moved your hand up to trace over his alluring lips. Unable to help yourself, you reached forward to bring your mouth to his, kissing his sleepy lips only once before he began to stir.

A groggy moan sounded from him, but he managed to return your kiss, his hands readjusting on your back to hold you closer to him and smooth down over your bum and back up again, and as his kisses grew more eager, you knew you wouldn’t be leaving this spot anytime soon.

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[honeydewwboo]

My fictional men fixing my hair while I go on about my interests and likes while they look me dead in the eyes like I am the most precious thing to ever walk the face of this earth.

Have a great Monday!!

That's all. :)

Feel free to add your loves to this. 🤣

[skellabelle]

some non-pacific rim Charlie Hunnam for my lovely moot @laurfilijames

[she-wolf09231982]

Not that this is really important enough to post to any social media platform…but because this is Tumblr and I know some of you are just as weird as I am and would possibly appreciate this…

I’ve been waiting for months for my first Ross McCall dream. He finally arrived last night and not only did he show up, but I also shared a passionate kiss with him that felt real enough for me to instinctively slack my mouth open to allow him to intensify the make out session while actively moving forward in my bed to find his lips 😮‍💨

(I’m a very active dreamer 🤣 and yes, I do talk in my sleep as well)

Ross McCall dreams are now my most favorite dreams. 💚 Best…Dream…Ever

As you were ☺️🫡

[rybkina]

[mrs-goodlifeee]

Green street Hooligans

[charliehunnamsgf-character-ai]

PETE DUNHAM || I just watched green street and…

[casual-american]

Done by me

[lehoeing]

Bovver Collection

[vinnieswife]

Pete Dunham headcannons.

Pete dunham x gn! reader

words: 545

author’s note: it’s been a long time since I wrote anything, and this movie has been my hyper-fixation since last month. Language is not my first language sorry if there are any grammar errors.

- Pete is loyal to a fault. Once your are close to him, in his inner circle he would do anything to protect and support you, wether in a fight or when you are having an emotional crisis.

- He is protective, really protective, but not controlling, he knows you are strong and that you can handle things on your own, but he is always keeping an eye on you.

- He struggles with letting you see his vulnerable side, he doesn’t open up easily, and when he does it’s really intense.

- He’s not fond of pda, however he is a big fan of protective touches, his arm around your shoulders, holding your hand, or his hand on your lower back.

- Behind doors he is a whole different person, having his hands on you all the time, having long cuddle sessions after a long day at work.

- quality time = pub time, he enjoys being at The Abbey, being with you and his friends at the same time, seeing his friends being so open and warm towards you brings him joy.

- He is a simple guy, not the type to do big things but the one who remembers little detail about you, how you like your coffee, the cup you prefer for your tea, a song you like… I think that he would bring you flowers on special occasions, or because he thought that you deserved then that day.

- He can be hot-headed, especially if someone is crossing the line with you, anyway, he tries to be reasonable when it comes to arguments between the two of you.

- Football is something important to him, the same way you are, so he will try to include you in it, taking you to a West Ham game, without getting into a fight of course (only because you were there)

- Endless nights cleaning the cuts and bruises on his body, patching him up gently, kissing his broken lip.

- Expect spontaneous walks through London at night after a long pub night, talking about nonsense, what you were gonna do for dinner, how our future house will be decorated, and some gossip ofc.

- Handwritten notes. He will put them around the apartment, wishing you a good day at work, simply saying I love you, or even cheesy ones.

- It might take Pete a while to admit he wants something serious with you, but once he does, he’s committed for life. Date to marry. You’re his person.

- He is someone who might be (is) rough around the edges but would make you feel deeply cherished and protected.

- He quietly dreams about leaving the hooligan life behind one day and settling down.

- He’s always checking in on you in subtle ways—“You eat yet?” or “Call me when you get home aight.”

- On lazy days he loves holding you while laying on the couch, resting his chin on your shoulder or tracing circles on your back.

- He might not be overly expressive, but when he does he speaks from the heart, even if he struggles to find the words.

- Sometimes he doesn’t need words at all. Just sitting next to you in comfortable silence, holding you, or pressing a soft kiss to your temple.

:)

[laurfilijames]

Rain

Pairing: Pete Dunham x female reader

Words: 600+

Warnings: Intense make out session outside The Abbey that is suggestive to leading to public sex.

Summary: Not even the rain can stop you and Pete from keeping your hands to yourselves.

A/N: I have at least four other WIPs I should be working on but this happened and here you go.

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It smelled like rain.

It was about to downpour, but you didn't care.

The cold wind rushed around you, pushing you closer to Pete and his endless warmth, your hair whipping out and then back against your face again, only to have him card through it with his long fingers in an attempt to keep it out of his way.

He never lacked passion, his barrage starting long before you had even made it through the doors of The Abbey, not paying any mind to who bore witness to the things most people would wait to do in private. His hands had been all over you while inside, lingering and teasing, and stepping out into the freedom of the open air only seemed to encourage him more, the one that had swept your hair away slipping down to land on the column of your neck where he applied enough pressure to make you suck in a deep breath, deepening the reach of his tongue in your mouth as he did. His other hand skirted along your waist, grazing your skin in a playful manner that almost tickled and made you squirm, the difference between his two touches and the varying sensations effectively intoxifying you.

“Pete,” you breathed, his smile looking blurry as you tried to focus when he parted from you, and now you were the one clawing at him to bring him back to you. Gripping at his tan trenchcoat, you crashed against him, exchanging the smell of the oncoming weather with his skin and the last pint he had downed, swallowing his chuckle as you explored his mouth with your tongue eagerly.

Any amusement he found in this was quickly rid of, his moans reverberating through you when you ground your hips against his, not feeling shy in rubbing yourself on his hard bulge as if there were no clothes separating you.

“Fucking hell,” he huffed, pausing as if deciding whether it would be better to stop before going too far or simply abandon any decency he had left, ultimately choosing the latter as he looked down at your kiss-swollen lips and touched them with his thumb, moving his body forward to force yours back against the brick wall behind you when he captured you in another claiming kiss.

His lips needed yours, a desperation transferring from him to you that made it seem like if he didn't kiss you enough, the skies would open up from the power of his fury alone.

Heavy drops of rain pelted off his coat, the sound almost able to overtake that of your wet and frantic kisses, and feeling the rain start to bead down your faces only seemed to add to the frenzy, like Mother Nature was encouraging you to let all inhibitions go.

The wind picked up again, passing through the limited space between your bodies, your nipples pressing against your shirt in a pleasurably painful way as they peaked into hard pebbles, increasing your arousal to a level that had you whining into Pete’s mouth while finding it difficult to continue breathing.

The assault of the biting cold contrasting to Pete’s warmth along with the pummeling of rain on your exposed bits of skin had you dizzy, the excitement and anticipation of how far both of you were willing to go standing outside the pub adding to your overstimulation, and when he dove down to kiss your neck, you knew there was no way of getting out of this now.

You closed your eyes, tearing at his body under his jumper, begging with your hands for him to give you everything right then and there, your fingers acting on their own and instinctively finding the button on his jeans as he continued to nip and suck at your wet skin.

It was raining, but you didn’t care.

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[raven-gillians]

finally got to meet Charlie Hunnam again this past weekend 🥹🫶🏼 he’s the most sweet, humble celebrity and I love him so much.

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Green Street Hooligans directed by Lexi Alexander