#guys..............idk what his accent is i sat here trying to say words like him to understand where the accent hits but idk idek

[nonuify]

ᝰ.ᐟ 🐈‍⬛ — J.WW ; ! soon to be mrs

nsfw is included ! minors do not interact 18+. old money au ! [ smut, fluff & degrading kink oop- ]. idk why inspired by this song lol ꩜. | wc ; 1.8k.

“ who would’ve thought that you were to be with one of the most wealthiest men on earth? but being the wealthiest sure means being the busiest here you are sitting bored in the classiest bar in paris while being on a business outing with your dear fiancé. ”

if you told yourself four years ago that you are engaged to jeon wonwoo of jeon industries you would’ve laughed your ass off.

but now here you are sitting right beside him.

he had displayed his affection to you by holding your thigh with his veiny hands, his fingers brushing slowly on the delicate surfaces of your skin. but he was also giving more attention to the business man in-front of him and you.

now you would bang your head to the wall of boredom but you must admit that it is refreshingly breathtaking to your ears hearing the man talking business with his elegant french accent but you would’ve loved it more if your dear lover was making love to you in the penthouse owned by him.

but of course here he was not giving the attention that you’ve been needing all these two hours. trying squeezing your thighs together to relive some friction but eventually becoming a failed attempt the reason being your fiancé, giving you a blank stare for a moment meaning to warn you but you didn’t give a flying shit anymore you just wanted to get your brains fucked out.

a low sigh escaping your lips from clear frustration following a roll from your eyes which caused the french man to speak up “mademoiselle it must be tiring for being a wife of such a busy man” a chuckle out his lips while taking a sip from his martini, a giggle also left your lips with a response “well if I may say yes it is tiring but wonu always makes it up to me” a wink flew to wonwoo making him smile.

“by making up I’m sure you mean hurting his credit card” a hearty laugh from the client.

“well no, but the answer well… let’s just say it isn’t appropriate for a business scene like this” a smirk forming on your lips, enjoying every moment of this, but as your eyes shifted to your lover you couldn’t say the same, his eyes widened as he almost choked from his alcoholic drink from the words the graced your mouth.

but smoothly saved the awkward silence by saying “I think my darling angel here has had too many drinks” he chuckled but did not mean he found it funny one bit.

instead he was frustrated maybe even abit jealous if he may add he knew that bastard of a client was flushed when y/n said that, not to mention he dared to check his fiancé out too many times for his liking.

“well.. it was nice meeting you mr.aucalir but i think i need to take care of y/n here” he said putting a hand around your shoulder, signaling for you to get up from the comfy space of the chairs you were both sitting in. “ it was a pleasure having a drink with you mr.jeon & certainly a delight to have known soon to be mrs.jeon here” he said kissing you hand while you giggled away also went afar from the business man you just chatted with, coming close to wonwoo’s black porsche 718 spyder RS, his looks weren’t the only thing that was breathtaking but also his taste in cars.

the feeling of the seats leather warmed your skin but once you sat done his hand also warmed the flesh of your thigh once again but this time he gripped it tight, you knew you were in for a ride once you got home.

“wonwon you know i was joking my love?” batting your eye lashes at the male who was driving the car, but unsurprisingly you were meant by silence from him but the car sped faster, wonwoo knew your bratty little tricks and he wasn’t gonna give you what you desperately wanted easily.

after of what seemed like a decade of a car ride you finally stepped into the penthouse you guys had lived into for a short-period stay in paris, the simple yet sophisticated well decor gave the housing unit a warm yet elegant vibe, you’re admiration for the designing of the penthouse was cut short when your fiancé pinned your arms above your pretty little head to the wall leaving no space between your bodies, he wasn’t touching you thoroughly yet your panties soaked when he did the simple movement “nonu I didn’t mean to word it out like that I swear it was only for fun” you pouted, knees weakened as he stared into your pretty trapped hands around his & saw the big diamond rock around your finger, memories flowed when he asked to be his forever, then moved his beautiful orbed eyes and looked at yours with so much lust yet so much love.

“I think it’s about time you shut your dirty little mouth for me how about that doll?” he spoke as he left his lips dangerously close to yours eventually kissing you passionately.

his hands moved letting yours freed but went to your hips grabbing them, you wrapped your legs quickly around his waist, knowing this session was heading to the bedroom you slept in.

your roberto cavalli dress you’d previously had worn was now on the floor as you were on the bed, back on the silk mattress & now wonwoo was on top of you, taking off your classic black little thong a wet spot was felt by his hands causing him to laugh “dumb baby gets wet by anything don’t you?” throwing you a smug smile, “you were the one who-“ you get cut off, your own panties gagging you “that motherfucker” you thought as now you can’t do nothing but whine against the thong that was in your mouth.

“didn’t I tell you it’s time to you shut your mouth angel?” kissing your neck leaving purplish-redish marks against it, you knew he loved marking you, it was a way he would prove to the world you were his and his only.

you would be lying if you said that didn’t make you even more wet, whining & moaning louder as your lover moved from your neck to quickly ripping your black bralette that obviously matched your thong.

he groped one of your breasts in one hand with the other he bit & roughly kissed it.

he knew how sensitive your nipples were and oh boy you were in for a very long night, with each kiss the rougher on your poor nub, “mm those boobs were made for me weren’t they angel” he smiled against one of them as you would only moan loudly enjoying every bit of this moment, wonwoo the moved down to your wet sex, hot breathes against it.

kissing your inner thighs first then eventually after more teasing he sucked on your clit , your hands never moved faster down to his hair at that second, his eyes on yours as he licked & kissed away down there, you could only watch and was helplessly gagged by the panties as even your moans were painfully to let out by that you knew if it made you uncomfy he would remove it in a matter of moments.

but luckily you liked it no. loved it deep down you both know you were a little masochist.

“aww my dumb girl is struggling” he faked a pout then went back to tongue fucking your hole, stretching your tight little cunt out until a knot formed in your stomach feeling an orgasm coming, whining loudly as you tugged on his hair more harder, rolling your eyes you finally you came on his face.

panting heavily till you calmed down a little. momentarily after that he took the panties from your mouth & threw it somewhere around the dark natured bedroom, you begged him “please please nonu please fuck me I promise I’ll be a good girl “ as tears formed falling from your eyes, giving him the best puppy eyes ever “but I let you came no?” disappointed as you began to cry more, thinking of an idea of letting him into fucking you, you got on all fours pressing your ass on his clear raging boner “such a pathetic cocksleeve” but he smiled at how desperately you wanted him he found it cute even.

you heard his belt being taken off, you couldn’t be happier after hearing that you could scream you were getting what you wanted all night long “t-thank you s-so much nonu!!” how cute his cute little angel “always so polite when I give you my cock, I guess you are my good girl” he chuckled kneading the flesh of your ass then spanking each side of your cheeks loving the sight of it jiggling.

teasing you, sliding his dick against your folds, you whined pushing backwards to hope you would get him inside of you quickly, but he answers by grabbing your head and pushing down on the mattress with one hand and pushing his cock in your tight hole with the other.

make-up that took hours for you to finish was totally ruined.

your knuckles turned white from how you gripped at the mattress “w-wonnwon!!” moaning loudly feeling as he stretched you out completely by his big cock, “fuck a-always so fuckin’ tight f’me” he groaned thrusting slowly for you to adjust to his size then picking up the pace, skin slapping & lewd noises was filled with in the room.

“mm fuck this cunt was made f’me isn’t it princess, m’gonna wife you up ” you only muffled a mm! yeah! loudly as a response, too fucked out to respond correctly.

“gonna cum with me angel?” his thrusts sped up feeling his high he moaned and said again “cmon baby come with me s-shit” both moaning in unison riding your high together till he came & you squirted out on his cock.

loving the feeling of his warm seed in you, you whined after he pulled out and lied down on the bed with you “fuck that was really hot baby, squirting all for me” he pushed the hair out your face and leaves kisses all over your face, saying precious compliments on how you did good for him, “mm love you nonu” you hugged him lying with him soon into going into the world slumber “love you more angel” he smiled pulling you close to him.

the tingling thought of tomorrow & the day after & after because what was awaiting is the best life you could wish for as long as it’s with jeon wonwoo.

! 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ this is so bad I’m so sorry- but thank you for reading >ᴗ< !!

[awoogayanderes]

LEARNING ABOUT JAPANESE CULTURE WITH BSD MEN

➪ requests : “Can i request atsushi, dazai and tecchou with foreign gf?” - anonymous

“Hey, love!! Could I request Chuuya and Kunikida (separately) with a gender neutral s/o who isn't native Japanese and struggles with talking Japanese and things like chopsticks? <3 - Anon 🥂” - anonymous ( 🥂 ? )

➪ other notes : these prompts were very similar so i decided why not combine them ! this is actually the first time i get very similar prompts at the same time, but i feel as if i didn’t do this enough justice so i apologize, non edited

Atsushi Nakajima :

- god he’s so patient with you, even if you’re not a fast japanese learner, he’ll always help you out by smiling and gently correcting you

- i feel as if his orphanage offered some type of short term class to learn english even if it was just the basics

- so while he teaches you japanese, you’re teaching him more english

- the first meal he ever introduces to you is chazuke, a comfort food to him that he hopes will also satisfy you

- if you struggle with your chopsticks, he would softly place your fingers where they’re supposed to be, with a pink blush on his face

- when both of you go to festivals, he’ll help you pick out a kimono or a yukata

- even though he thinks you look lovely in every color, his face will always soften when you wear purple, preferably iris or periwinkle

- atsushi tries his best to teach you money currency but will sometimes disregard it since he grew up with no money

- “struggling with kanji?” atsushi said with an accent as he sat next to you

- you nodded, trying to find the correct words to express your frustration in japanese

- you sigh leaning your head on his shoulder, he knows you’re mad so he soothes you

- 9/10 experience with this sweet boy, he has his mini flaws but he’s all around perfect

Osamu Dazai :

- he’s definitely the type of guy to quiz you on japanese and when you get it right, he gives you a kiss as a “prize”

- he definitely knows english, he just chooses to act dumb at times

- he definitely makes you eat canned crab with him but there’s times where he’ll splurge on real crab for you, a purchase he doesn’t regret

- when you’re struggling with your chopsticks, he’ll come from behind you, molding himself against you to fix your hold on your chopsticks

- do not take him shopping for a kimono or a yukata, he’ll make you try on all of them

- i feel as if he’d love to see you in a saphire blue or a french blue, he’d giggle with a coy smile

- he teaches you about money but only when you spend it ( he’d definitely leech off of you and take advantage of your lack of knowledge )

- due to him knowing english, you normally don’t speak japanese with him, but when you do, he encourages you

- “here let me help you,” dazai says in english wrapping himself behind you casually

- he places both of his hand on your dominant hand, fixing its posture

- he places a kiss on your cheek from behind you, lingering onto you as you try your best to say “go away” in japanese

- 7/10 experience, despite his slight lack of care for your money, he’s a sweet guy to be with

Tecchou Suehiro :

- honestly i can imagine him forgetting that you’re not fluent in japanese, like you can be having a conversation and you look at him perplexed and he realizes what the problem is

- i think he knows english but isn’t really fluent but he still tries his best for you

- DO NOT EAT ANYTHING HE MAKES FOR YOU !!! you will get food poisoning from his awful creations of food

- honestly you’d need to ask him to help you with your chopsticks, most of the time he wouldn’t notice it

- but he’d basically demonstrate where your fingers are supposed to go rather than move around your fingers

- due to his work, he can’t really take any time off to shop for a kimono/yukata, though if he did, he’d just follow your every move

- he likes seeing you in kinda like a maroonish color with maybe a yellow sash

- idk what you expected, he’s the weirdest guy in this list who likes random combinations including your clothing

- he doesn’t really teach you about money but if you ask, he’d explain it to the best of his ability

- “i made some food for you,” tecchou said, sounding out the words

- “thank you,” you smile back at him, knowing you weren’t about to eat the abomination of food he just made for you

- 8/10 experience, he’s all around perfect except that you might get food poisoning

Chuuya Nakahara :

- another patient guy like atsushi when it comes to you except that when he gets annoyed, he blows up at you accidentally

- he’s another guy who knows english due to the port mafia, but he prefers not to speak it as he can’t fully show his emotions

- chuuya doesn’t particularly have a favorite meal to share with you, what he does have is expensive bottles of wine that would create the perfect late night date

- but if you don’t really like wine, then he probably provides you with any high quality food, i personally think he has a thing for rice

- if you ever ask for help with chopsticks, he either does what atsushi does and fix your fingers or he would tell you to get a fork

- he would literally order custom made kimonos/yukatas for you, he wants then to be perfect for his beloved

- you cannot tell me he’d love to see you in black, can’t really take out the mafia in this guy

- another person who doesn’t teach you about money because he insists he’ll cover all of your costs, you just need to pay with his cash or swipe his card

- “money ? nah you don’t need to learn about it, i’ll pay for anything and everything you need and want,” chuuya says taking a sip of wine

- “are you sure ? i don’t want to make you feel like i’m taking advantage of you,” you said slowly still learning japanese

- “yeah don’t worry about it,” the orange haired man said inviting you to take a sip of his wine

- 9/10 experience with chuu, he does get annoyed when you don’t understand him the first few times, but he makes up for it

Doppo Kunikida :

- you probably learn japanese the fastest if you’re with him, he quite literally forces it down your throat so you can adapt quickly

- agree with me or not, i think he doesn’t know english BUT he would learn it so quickly to make communication with you easier

- this guy definitely cooks you home made meals, oden being his first dish he introduces you to, something you both thoroughly enjoy

- if you struggle with chopsticks, he’d give you a clear description on how to properly use them

- he also tends to give you books on japanese culture knowing that the more informed you are, the better

- if he has time, he does take you kimono/yukata shopping, often looking for good quality at a deserved expense

- he absolutely loves seeing you in green, typically emerald or basil, his face turning red as if he sees you try them on

- he’s the only man on his list who genuinely teaches you about money and living cost

- “are you sure i need all of these books,” you question as he stacks them up in front of you

- “i want you to become independent as soon as possible in the occasion i might not be here to help you,” he says, pushing his glasses up

- you deadpan but still thank him for caring about your needs more than you even do

- 10/10 experience with kunikida, he’s quite literally the ideal boyfriend in this situation, not leaving you ignorant in a new country

[jackassbrainrot]

could you pretty pretty pls write about ehren? I like the idea of him comforting someone because he knows what it’s like to be not taken seriously or be made the butt of the joke a lot… obvs it’s up to you but thanks for your time!!

uncool as me [danger ehren x gn!reader]

desc: ehren comforts you after a hard day on set

a/n: EHREN MY BABYYYY <33 first time writing him so idk how good it is but I should absolutely write more of him! thank u for the req and hope you enjoy it <3

warnings: hurt comfort, kinda angsty at the beginning but mostly fluffy

word count: 534

You sat behind a trailer, your forehead resting on your knees which were pressed to your chest, hands wrapped around your legs. You just needed a moment to yourself. It has been a long day.

It's not that picking on each other was a rare occurrence on set, for god's sake, it's Jackass. But you felt like every joke today was on you. You couldn't think of one moment when Bam wasn't trying to fuck with you, messing up your stunts, or when Johnny wasn't throwing jabs your way, his sickly sweet southern accent failing to mask the malice in his voice for once.

Hearing footsteps approaching, you try to compose yourself as much as you can. "You're in my spot." Ehren's soft voice surprises you, since you were prepared to be laughed at again. "Sorry." You mumble out, going to stand up before you feel his gentle hand on your shoulder as he sits down next to you. "No need to, I was kind of expecting to find you here." You cock your head to the side slightly, a confused look on your face.

"This is usually where I go when I get it that bad too." He says sympathetically, offering you a knowing smile. "Yeah, I guess it's worse for you, isn't it?" You breathe out, mirroring his smile. "You get used to it." He shrugs his shoulders. "It's not like they really mean it anyway, they're just natural assholes."

Laughing at his comment, you think to yourself that's why it's called jackass. "They don't get it as bad, though." You say somewhat sadly. "Because Bam will cry if you say anything to him, and Knoxville will get Tremaine on your ass, the bastard." That last comment is said so sincerely, you were sure it has happened to him before. "And Preston gets it real bad too! And O had a fish hook in his mouth! And-" You listened to him ramble about every shitty stunt the guys had to do, retelling every moment someone got messed with on set.

As you listen to his stories, you feel your mood getting better, his sincere attempt at cheering you up succeeding. "-and in any case, you'll never get it as bad as me!" He beams as if it's a good thing, his goofy smile making you smile too. "You're such a dork, Danger." You lean into him, your head resting on his shoulder, sides pressed together. You feel his skin heating up, a blush spreading over it at the contact. He sheepishly wraps his arm around your shoulder.

"We're both equally uncool and I think that's cool!" He exclaims excitedly, making you melt and cuddle closer to him. "I think you're cool too, Ehren." You say into his shoulder, wrapping your hands around his waist, hugging him tighly. He hugs you back, arms wrapped around your shoulders, a goofy smile on his face that you couldn't see.

"Where the fuck are those two losers!?" You hear a yell from behind the trailer, causing you both to laugh before getting up and running back to work. Suddenly, everyone's annoying comments were affecting you less, stealing glances at Ehren for the rest of the day.

[trentlvrr]

Best i ever had - TAA

Summary- your friend set you up with a random guy she met at the club. Will he be the one aka the best you’ve ever had or the complete opposite? Keep reading to find out! ;))

Info and warnings: fluff, swearing, a little suggestive and this is my first fanfic so I’m sorry if it’s bad lmao

Word count: idk

Chapter 1: blind date

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*now playing blame- Bryson tiller* ‘I love this song’ I thought to myself as I was finishing up an essay that was due the next morning. I groaned ‘I do not wanna do ts’ I thought to myself. I decided to take a break, I left my room and headed to the kitchen.

I grabbed some snacks from the cabinet and sat down at the kitchen island. I started scrolling through Instagram when I got settled. “Awww, that dog is so cute! Maybe I should get one.” I said as I liked the post. I then saw a call incoming. *FaceTime call from Leia* I answered it. “Heyy bestie” she said enthusiastically. “Hey my love, what do you need?” I asked. “Wdym what do I need? I can’t just call my best friend?” She says. I rolled my eyes. She laughed. “I have something important to tell you though” she said excitedly. “What is it?” I said getting up and throwing the empty bag of snacks away. “Sooo I got you a blind date!” She said, her voice filled with nervousness and excitement. “What?” I shrieked as I swung my head back to look at her, “when?”. “When I went out 4 days ago” she started.

“So I was walking just walking around the club right, cause I was a little bored and I saw this guy sitting by himself so I went up to him”. I slowly nodded. She continued “he was super fine like girl you should’ve seen him, his locs, his lips, Omg”. I laughed. “But anyways” she continued “I went up to him and I was like “hey whyre you sitting all by yourself” he was like “i just don’t know what to do haha, this clubs kinda boring innit?” the way I had to back up a little bit cause his accent surprised me”. I started laughing harder “not you having to back up” I said. “Nah cause I literally had to get myself back together after that but anyways I asked him what his name was, he said “Trent” I was like “ohh nice name” then he said “what’s yours?” I said “leia but you can call me lei” he said “pretty name for a pretty girl” then flashed a smile, the way I almost forgot I had a bf. The way I almost folded. Girl. He was sooo fine omg.” “Bruhh” I said whilst holding my stomach because the way leia tells stories is hilarious. “I’m being so serious, he was one fine man” she said sighing. I laughed “continue continue” I said intrigued. “Okay okay so after that we chatted a bit and I was like “do you have a gf?” He said “no, do you have a bf” I said “yea, sadly”. “Now leia, why would you say “yea sadly” I said trying to hold back my laugh. “Cause a fine man just asked me if I had a bf, I love Toby but Trent, whew. If I didn’t have a man, I would- ykw lemme just finish the story” she said, I giggled. “So after I said that he laughed. “Your bf is very lucky, you’re so leng” he said, I was like “boy stop” but then I asked if he was looking for a gf and he said yea so then like the little light bulb in my head went off and I thought let me try to set this guy up with y/n.” I looked at her curiously.

“so I was like “I have this friend, her name is y/n and I feel like y’all would be cute” he was like “can I see her?” I was like sure and showed him a picture of you “Damn she is gorgeous” he said as he looked at your picture wide eyed. I was like ‘yesss!’ In my head.” My face started getting hot. “What he said that?” I asked. “Yes he was like, “she is mad attractive” I was like “ikr” leia said. I giggled. “So then he was like “I’m down for this date, just give me the time and the place and talk it over with your friend” he said smirking. I smiled. He then gave me his number and was like “here’s my number, call me when it’s all planned and tell your friend to leave her wallet at home, I’ll pay” and that it” she said clasping her hands together. She looked at me with a wide smile waiting for my answer. “Fine, I guess I’ll go” I say. “Yayy” she yells. “Be quiet” I say shushing her. I checked the time. *11:00 pm*. “Damn” I cursed. “What is it?” Leia said. “I got to go lei, I need to get this essay done” I said. “Okay okay, I love you” she said blowing a kiss. “I love you too” I said catching it. I then hung up and went back to my room. I collapsed on my bed. ‘What have I gotten myself into’ I thought to myself.

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4 days later

I put on some rema and started getting ready for the date. *now playing dumebi - rema*. “Dumebi, dumebi” I sang as I styled my hair. My phone started to ring. *FaceTime call from Leia*. I answered it. “Hey lei” I said as I curled my hair. “Hey y/n, how’re you feeling?” She asked. “I’m feeling good and I’m happy he said he would pay cause the restaurant looks very expensive” I said. Leia laughed. “So do you know what you’re wearing yet?” She asked. “No I don’t” I said, quickly looking at the camera then doing a double take. “Lei…are you outside my apartment?” I asked confused. “Yea, let me in!” She said cheekily. I ran to the door and let her in. She Hung up the phone. “Heyy y/n” she said as she hugged me. I hugged her back. “You should’ve told me you were coming!” I said playfully hitting her. “Ow i know, I know” she said giggling. She then started speeding to my room “let’s find you a dress” she said yelling. “Wait for me!” I said running after her.

once we got to my room, she started going through my closet. She pulled out a red satin mini dress. “What about this?” She asked smirking. “Nooo that would be too much” I said. She groaned then put it back. She then pulled out a black body con maxi dress. “What about this?” She asked. “Hmmm” I hummed. “Cmon y/n, it’s cute, sexy and not too flashy” she said “and it shows the perfect amount of cleavage” she winked. “Stop” I said as I giggled. “Fine I’ll wear that one” i said. I got up and took the dress from leia and went to the bathroom to change. Leia clapped excitedly.

I put on the dress and looked at myself in the mirror. My waist looked snatched, my boobs looked good and my ass looked good. “Damn I’m fine” I said. I then walked out the bathroom to show leia. Her jaw dropped when she say me. “Omgg” she squealed. “You are so fine like damn girl you look good” she said. “Thank you, thank you” I said feeling myself. We both picked out the shoes and some jewelry. After all of that was done, I looked in my full length mirror. “Ouuu” I said. I looked good. Leia came up behind me and hugged me from the back. “You look so good y/n. Idk if I want you or I want to be with you”

(Outfit)

she said. We both giggled. She then got a message.

Trent: I’m outside

“He’s here” she giggled. “Who’s here?” I asked. “Trent!” “You gave him my adress?” “Yess” “leiaaa” “it’s okay y/n” she said walking me to Trent’s car. Both of our jaws dropped. It was a black Mercedes’ benz s class, it was gorgeous. “Omg” we said in union. The window then rolled down. “Hey leia” he said looking at leia, she smiled and waved. He then looked at me. “You must be y/n” he smirked. “Yes I am and you must be Trent” I said amused. “Yes I am” he smiled. He then got out and went around the car to open the passenger door. He then ushered me into the car. “Thank you sir” I jokingly said. “No problem gorgeous.” He said. “I’ll take care of the apartment while you’re gone” she said as she smiled. I smiled back. Trent went back to the drivers side and got into the car, we waved at leia and set off.

(Trent’s car)

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Arriving at the restaurant

“Damn” I said as we pulled into the restaurant parking lot. Trent chuckled. The outside was gorgeous. It looked so modern and expensive. Trent parked the car then got out first. He went around the car and opened my door. He look my hand and led me out of the car. “You okay? You look kinda nervous” he asks looking concerned. “Yea a little but I’ll be alright” I said. He smiled then went down to my ear. “Don’t worry baby, this date will be the best you’ve ever had” he whispered lowly into my ear. I blushed then playfully hit him. “Stopp” I playfully hit him. He chuckled then we locked arms and walked into the restaurant

It was as gorgeous inside then it was outside. “Omg Trent” I said astonished. “What?” He said smirking. “This is so bougie omg” I said. “Well had to have the best for my girl” he said. “Your girl?” I asked. “Yup” he said looking down at me. I playfully rolled my eyes. “By the way, you look really gorgeous y/n” he said. “You don’t look too bad yourself” I said jokingly. He smirked. The Waiters then seated us after he showed his reservations.

(Restaurant)

We then ordered and as we were waiting for our food, we just chatted. ‘Fuck his voice is so attractive’ I thought while crossing my legs. I then looked at his lips as he was speaking, imagining those lips on mine, I bit my lip. “You alright?” He asked snapping me out of my fantasies. “Yea Im fine” I say while messing with the utensils on the table. He smirked. I blushed. His brown eyes made me melt and that smile made me melt. “So where are you from Trent?” I asked. “I’m from Liverpool, England” he said. “Why’re you here? Are you on a break or something?” I asked. “Yea something like that” he said. “I’ll be heading back to England in two weeks, some of my other friends from England are here too” he explains. “Mmmmm” I hummed. “What about you? Where are you from?” He asked. “I’m originally from upstate New York but I moved to LA when I turned 19” I responded. “Ohhh that’s cool” he says smiling. “What’s your job?” I asked. “I’m a professional footballer” he says. “Football? Like Super Bowl?” I asked. “No it’s like what Americans call soccer” he laughed. “Ohhh, Sorry sorry” I said, my face turning red. “It’s alright” he chuckled. “What about you? What’s your job?” He asked. “Im a nurse, im studying to be a anesthesiologist” I say. “Ouuu, you’re a smart one” he smirks. I giggle. “We’d make a good team, what do you think?” He asked. “I think we would” I replied. He smiled. Then our food came. The food was so good.

“Damn Trent, this is good” I say. He laughed. “Is it? Lemme try” he said. I pushed my plate towards him and he took some. He opened his mouth wide and put the pasta on his tongue. ‘Damn’ I said looking at his tongue. I then tightened my legs together. “Mmm this is good” he says smirking. “I told you” I laughed. We then finished up, he paid the bill and we headed out.

Once we got outside he told me to wait and went to get something from the trunk. “Here you go” he said, holding out a bouquet of roses. “Omg Trent this is beautiful, but don’t you think it’s too much for the first date?” I giggled. “It’ll never be too much for you” he winked. I blushed and smiled as I took the roses. He then opened the passengers door for me. “Thank you” I said. “No problem” he smiled. He then got into the car and we headed back to my house.

Trent turned on the radio and you by Lloyd started playing. “Omg I love this song.” I said excitedly. “Oh you do? Me too” he smiled. “Can I be for reallll” i sang, looking at him. “This is how I feelll” he finished. We both laughed and continued to vibe to the song. ‘I really like this guy’ I thought to myself while looking at him. He turned to face me and smiled. “Yk this might sound crazy” he started. “But I feel like I’ve known you forever even though we just met” he said looking at the road in front of him. “Me too.” I said smiling. He smiled. We then sat in comfortable silence.

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Back at the apartment

I got out the car with the roses and thanked Trent for everything. He also got out and came up to me. “We should do this again” he says as he gave me his phone with the phone keypad open. “Yea we should” I said smiling as I put my number in. I gave him back his phone and he smiled. He then hugged me by my waist and looked into my eyes. “You looked gorgeous tonight y/n” he said looking at me. he sounded so genuine, I almost melted. “You looked great today too” I said wrapping my arms around his neck. He looked at my lips and back at my eyes. Our faces started slowly coming together til someone interrupted us. “Alright that’s enough” the person said. Our heads snapped to look at the person, it was leia. “Leia” I groaned. She laughed and Trent also started laughing. All of us ended up laughing at the end. “Alright y/n, I’ll get going” he said. “Alright” I said as he walked back to the drivers door. “Call me okay” he said. “I will” I smiled. He smiled, got in his car and drove off.

“So tell me about that date” leia said with a cheeky smile. “Okay okay so what happened was” I started. I then told leia everything and we were giggling the entire time. After that leia stayed over and we kept talking about the date

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That’s it! I hope you enjoyed!

Chapter 2 coming soon!! :))

[tokisguitarpick]

balcony

characters: Pickles the Drummer x Reader

length: 1700+ words

listen this is really self indulgent but pickles’ back story hits me on a personal level. tried to phrase the mom self in a way that even someone with a good mom could see themselves in the reader but s/o to bitches who’s moms stress them out, we see you

You sighed, holding your own hand and staring up at the night sky, sat on top of Mordhaus. About three months into your employment, you had found the perfect place for lunch breaks, sneaking out with a joint mid-shift, anything. Up the emergency ladder, around the smokestacks, and over a large generator, there was a tiny balcony that no one seemed to know about and it was one of your favorite spots on the whole ship. And tonight, you needed it for the clarity it gave you. 

Nails bitten to the quick, you had spent a couple of hours pacing in your bedroom before making your way up here to sit in the peace and quiet and really just be alone.

“Doode, what ahre you doin’ up ‘ere?” Your eyes closed. Of course.

It’s not that you would normally mind Pickles for company. In fact, quite the opposite. Something about the drummer drew you to him and between his chill demeanor and frequent offers of hits off his joint, he was typically your favorite band member. But tonight, any company felt like more energy than you had to spend.

But it was your job to spend energy entertaining, safeguarding, and checking on Dethklok so you fixed your face into a neutral expression and replied, “I like to come up here when I need some fresh air.” 

Pickles swung himself over the generator with ease and plopped down next to you, both of you sticking your legs through the wide gaps under the balcony fencing and letting them hang down. “Oh yeah, me tooh.” As usual, the drummer brought with him the stale scent of alcohol and sweat, as well as the very pungent smell of fresh weed. “You know me, I like to be high.” Pickles chuckled at his own joke as you watched him pull a silver cigarette case from his back pocket but his laughter died on his lips when he met your gaze. “Sam’thin’ wrong?”

Your head tilted as you looked over yourself in your mind’s eye. “What do you mean?”

Slowly, Pickles raised a calloused thumb to your cheek and you felt him wipe away some wetness. Fuck. You hadn’t cried much and the cool night air had dried most of the tears as Mordhaus chugged forward but apparently, there was enough evidence left for him to find. 

“Yah knoow,” Pickles started, his eyes trained on his hand instead of meeting your own, “I’m naht really one for… talkin’ about feelin’s and shit. But ah, uh, I can listen?” His eyes were a deep, comforting shade of green, something you noticed when they finally met yours, his pierced eyebrows raising as he ended with a question. 

Your heart softened and you smiled softly, prompting a lopsided smirk from the drummer as he finally dropped his hand. He fiddled with the cigarette case in his lap until he produced a blunt and held it out for you. “So whaht’s goin’ on?”

Taking the blunt from him and then the offered lighter- a zippo with a dill pickle carved on the side-, you lit up and took a long drag before passing both back to him. The paper crackled next to you with his inhale and you stared at the sky again, breathing your hit out like a cloud in front of you. 

“My mom called.” No longer a happy notification to receive, the information turned your stomach. Ever since you had gone against her wishes and applied for the stressful, dangerous, terrifying job of being a managerial coordinator for the band Dethklok, she had turned into someone you could hardly recognize. Cold, petty, always passively asking for money and aggressively telling you how little you must care about her since you were always too busy to call her when she was free (not when you were, though. She was a busy woman and she couldn’t wait around all day just for a call). You assumed she was angry you hadn’t listened to her and was even angier that you didn’t volunteer those, frankly, sweet as hell Dethklok paychecks to appease her.

You glanced out of the corner of your eye to see Pickles make a sour face, his cheeks puffed with weed smoke. Releasing his hit with a cough, he passed the blunt and nodded. “I know that feelin’. When my mam’ calls, I send it straight tah’ voicemail.”

“Maybe I need to start doing that,” you mused quietly. Puff and pass, you moved your gaze down to watch the traffic passing on the various highways around the house.

“That bad?” Pickles asked, holding onto the blunt for a minute as he tried to fix a run in the burn. You didn’t mind, your high creeping up and the wad of anxiety in your stomach loosening. 

Turning your answer over in your mind a few times, you finally spoke when you realized you had been quiet for an embarrassingly long time. “She’s just different now. I feel like she’s not the same person I knew growing up and the person she is now… I don’t know if it’s a person I like.” You had wondered a few times if she was destined to become this woman but when memories resurfaced, you felt as though your current feelings tainted them and you weren’t sure what the truth was. “I just- I don’t know. Do you ever feel like your family would like you so much more if you just shut up and gave them all your spare cash?” 

This time, Pickles was the one who was silent for what seemed like a long time and when you finally looked up, you were surprised to see he had completely disassembled the blunt and was rolling a joint with the leftover weed on one side of the open cigarette case. It was balanced carefully on his thigh- full of a few dime bags of ground weed and spare rolling papers- but his face was angled towards you. “Uh, yeah. That’s all I feel when it comes to my family.” Bringing the joint up to his lips, he gave you a curious look, furrowing his brow. “Cahn I ask you sam’thin’?”

You nodded.

“Is yuhr mam’ hasslin’ you for money?” Lighting up with a couple of puffs, he passed the joint to you and leaned back on his palms.

That was the long and short of it from as far as you could tell, you mused. You took a deep hit, studying Pickles as you nodded again. Your high was hitting you and suddenly, the terse phone call that had been weighing on you seemed much less important than the physique of the drummer next to you. Long, deep red dreads flowed in the light evening breeze, drawing your eyes down his neck and shoulders. Almost always in a dark tank top, his muscular shoulders and arms stole the show, lithe and wirey from years of being a professional musician. God, he was hot. Sure, he was more than a little older than you, and balding just a little, and maybe unable to be sober for longer than a half hour without complaining. But otherwise, very hot. Your gaze fell to his hands, fingers with blunt nails spread to support himself, and the backs of his palms flexed with large veins.

You were only moments away from poking one when his voice broke your concentration. “Like whaht yah see?” Looking back to his face, Pickles’ smirk was now a full blown grin and he wiggled his eyebrows at you. “Wanna take a picture? It’ll last longer.”

“Sorry,” you chuckled, the heat of a blush finding your cheeks as you puffed and passed the joint, “I’m kinda stoned. Your weed is always so fucking strong.” 

Pickles broke out into nasally laughter and you couldn’t help giggling yourself in response. “That’s why I get it, only the good shit,” he replied, still chuckling. He puffed then snuffed the joint and tucked it behind his ear for safekeeping as he sat up.

Unable to get a handle on the stoned laughter coming out of you, your giggle fit continued and you leaned over, resting your forehead on his shoulder. You put a hand over your mouth as you tried to relax. Pickles shifted under you, letting your head find his collarbone as he wrapped his arm around your waist. He seemed to freeze like that and if you had been sober, you probably would’ve stayed that way, savoring the feeling of closeness with your celebrity crush in such a private moment. There were over a million Dethklok fans who would kill or die for this to happen to them.

But you were high as fuck and didn’t like how stiff the embrace felt. You shifted yourself to lean more comfortably against him without realizing it, until his hand started to fall from your side. Instantly, you grasped his wrist and brought it back to your hip, murmuring, “You’re good.” 

Pickles laughed again, squeezing you and resting his hand on your ribcage. He was so warm, you could feel his palmprint burning through the thin cotton of your sleepshirt, so close under your breast that it made you shiver. “Oh, honey, I could get you tah’ say that a hundred different ways,” he stated confidently. It made your blush burn even hotter, no matter how much you tried to ignore it. Pickles, however, cleared his throat and muttered, “Uh, not like in a sexuhal’ harassment type way, just, uh, yah know… If you were down…”

You giggled again and nodded. “I got you, I got you… I’m down.” You erupted into nervous giggles and covered your face with your hand again. Unable to believe your own gall, you were about to dismiss your words with a quick ‘I’m joking’ but Pickles moved faster, goosing your breast with a bark of laughter.

“I’ll keep thaht in mind,” he said, seemingly to himself, his hand resting once again on your torso. You couldn’t say anything, your body alight with tingles radiating from your breast and your mind slowed, so you simply nodded against him. 

Quiet for a moment, you tried to settle your breathing while Pickles relit the joint and puffed in thought. Finally speaking up, he just said, “Seriously though, Y/N, I think you need to tell your mom to go fuck herself.”

[laylaswriting]

Winterfest Lights

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Pairing: Viktor x gn!reader Word count: 2.9k Warnings: None Tags: fluff, christmas/winterfest, friends to lovers (WHAT ELSE), Request: I merged @ohmybubbletea's and @viktors-lover's request, I hope it's ok loves! ❤

ohmybubbletea asked: Hi! First time requesting 💕 I love your blog and I just saw you're accepting some! What about Viktor trying to invite his crush to look at Christmas lights and visit the cute market? Maybe even a first kiss? 👀 viktors-lover asked: VIKTOR STRESSING IN HOLIDAY SEASON BECAUSE EVERYONE IN THE LAB IS TAKING HOLIDAY BREAK AND HE DOESNT N READER JUST STAYS W HIM DURING THE TIME N HE REALIZES LIKE WAIT WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE ON HOLIDAY ITS CHRISTMAS EVE FOR GODS SAKES AND READER JUST SAYS ITS BECAUSE I LO- CARE ABOUT YOU, A LOT. Sorry i just really need to see some holiday fluff or anything, please..?🥺

A/N: I was working on this for the past few days and idk, I really wanted it to be good for you guys and rework it and rewrite it but idk I got very insecure about my writing all of a sudden so I hope you'll like it! 😳🤧 Also did I do a little edit for my silly little christmas story? of course I did! Enjoy! ❤

Winter has finally arrived in Piltover. At this time of the year the first snow usually fell down onto the city, making everything seem much quieter and more peaceful than usual. The building’s golden accents were now covered in snow, the golden shimmer replaced with colorful festive lights. People were coming and going on the streets, little clouds of their breath covering their face.

In the Academy Park, a big tree was set up every year, decorated with all kinds of lights and colorful decoration pieces, drawing all attention to itself. Students and professors both found it harder to concentrate around the time of Winterfest. One last final effort before the holidays and the new year, then they could go home to their families, their friends and relax together while eating delicious food.

You were walking around the Academy after finishing your last class. You were on your way to Viktor’s lab, a lunch bag in one of your hands filled with delicious (and warm) pastries. You knew he was still working so much despite it being Winterfest. It was just how he operated. Viktor was your friend for a few years now, you met when he was still Heimerdinger’s assistant. Since then, a lot of things have changed – but your feelings towards him didn’t. If you were honest, you felt much more for him than simple friendship. It was so much more: adoration, respect, love. You quickened your steps as your hands started to get cold as you reached his door. One disadvantage of having such a huge Academy building was that it was usually pretty cold in there.

You knocked on the door before you heard his sweet voice inviting you in. You stepped into the room which was unusually bright – all the curtains were open, the sun reflecting on the snow outside made it exceptionally well lit. Yet it seemed way too small when its only occupants were you and Viktor.

‘I brought you lunch.’ You said as you settled onto a chair next to him. Jayce was nowhere to be seen, you assumed he went out to spend some time with his mother. Viktor took the bag from you with a smile on his face, which only spread further after he saw what was in there. The room just got even brighter from it.

‘You know me too well, Y/n.’ He said as he got the pastries out of the bag, handing one of them to you which you gladly accepted. Having lunch with him was the favorite part of your day. You two sat in silence for a bit while eating your food, you were looking out at the window on the snow-covered city while he was seemingly lost in his thoughts as usual.

‘Are you leaving today?’ He asked all of a sudden, eyes still wandering everywhere except you. You raised an eyebrow at him, not quite understanding what he meant, but your heart picked up its pace without your control.

‘Where would I be leaving?’ You replied with a question, genuine curiosity in your voice.

‘You know, on a holiday. For Winterfest.’ He said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Well actually it was – everyone was either leaving or already left to celebrate with their loved ones. However, it didn’t even occur to you to leave for the holidays, because you wanted to spend them with Viktor. With this realization in your mid, you quickly averted your gaze from his face, not knowing what to say. You were getting a bit flustered and he always found it amusing when you did.

‘No, I don’t think I will be leaving. I was thinking about spending time here for the holidays.’ You finally said, smiling at him. He let a small smile find its way past his lips, it was like if he wanted to hide it from you. You didn’t attribute any meaning to the motion, but your heart started to beat heavily in your chest. You thought you could handle being near Viktor after all these years, but you really couldn’t. He somehow made you so happy and sad at the same time it was maddening. You wished to stay away and be close to him at the same time, feeling light headed when he smiled at you or touched you, like a spark igniting your whole body. He had no idea about the effects he had on you and you had no intention to let him know either. While you were lost in your thoughts he leaned back in his chair, legs comfortably crossed and he drummed on the desk with his fingers.

‘Why? Everyone, all your friends will be leaving and spending their time with their loved ones.’ He said, not looking at you, it was like he was thinking out loud. Somehow you felt like he was teasing you. Was he teasing? It was probably just your mind playing games.

‘You are not leaving. And you are my friend, Viktor.’ You replied, smiling at him. Little did you know that every time you did his heart filled with happiness and love. He smiled at your words, a small, loving smile which you knew all too well. Your heart swelled at the sight as you leaned back in the chair as well.

‘So, you are staying for me?’ He asked and only looked at you when he said the last words. For him. You laughed out loud to hide how flustered he made you. He was definitely teasing.

‘Is that so bad? I can always leave if you want.’ You replied to him, matching his tone. You knew he didn’t want you to leave. Not because he didn’t like your company at least. He would probably want to try to convince you to go but only because he wouldn’t want you to miss out on anything because of him. His smile faltered for a second before he continued. He was playing with a pen on his desk, and you could see him thinking so hard that you could basically hear his thoughts.

‘I was thinking about something else.’ He started, looking at you with his sweet honey eyes, his expression was uncertain for a second before he continued. Your heart was pounding in your chest, and now it was your turn to be afraid that he could see it under your academy jacket. Giving away your feelings. You almost missed his words because of the deafening sound of your heartbeat in your ears.

‘Would you want to visit the Winterfest fair in the city? With me?’ He finally asked and for a second you felt like your heart stopped beating altogether. This was no big deal. You two visited plenty of places before. But just the thought of being with him under the holiday lights, wandering around the fair seemed so magical you could hardly imagine.

‘I would love to.’ You finally answered, your voice much calmer than you expected and you were happy that you could keep your excitement to yourself. Or at least you thought so, because he clearly noticed it, and acknowledged it with a smile to himself.

He walked over to the coat hanger near the door and put his coat on, before wrapping a big fuzzy scarf around his neck. You couldn’t help but adore how he looked – his lean figure wrapped in the long coat and the warm scarf covering his mouth, only letting his nose peek out from under it. When his amber eyes met yours, you quickly averted your gaze, chuckling a bit. You put your own coat and scarf on, crowning it with a cute hat. He opened the door and stepped aside so you could exit the lab. He looked down on you as you passed him, the scent of your sweet perfume filling his nose. He closed his eyes in attempt to steady his heartbeat, but with no luck. You could basically feel the heat radiating off his body as you passed by him an inch too close than it was necessary, and a tingling sensation ran through your spine as you did. You couldn’t deny it but loved to tempt fate with touches just a bit too long, interactions just a bit too close.

You walked in a comfortable pace around the city, headed towards the big square where they held every big celebration in Piltover. The streets were neatly decorated with garlands and lights and colorful ornaments. Merchants were standing outside their shops, trying to lure people inside, bakers, toy makers, jewelers. The smell of cinnamon lingered in the air as you approached the fair.

On the big square there were different small tents and pop-up shops, all filled with delicious food, drink and all kinds of trinkets and merchandise. In the middle you saw a huge tree, decorated to the last inch, twinkling and glowing beautifully as the sky got darker. From the top of it several strings of lights were led to every side of the square, creating the illusion of the roof of a tent. When you looked up the twinkling lights mixed with the light of the first stars. It felt magical. You felt a touch on your back and it startled you for a second before you realized it was Viktor.

‘Gorgeous, is it not?’ He asked, looking at the lights with you. His honey eyes seemed even more golden than usual because of the glow around the two of you. You looked up at him in awe, he seemed even more beautiful than he was in your dreams. You felt like your heart could burst at any second. He looked down at you, smiling into his scarf. Your breath got caught in your throat as his eyes met yours. He gestured towards the fair with his arm, then nodded to you.

‘Shall we?’ You nodded to his question, smiling wide at him. He could swear your smile was the most beautiful thing to ever see. You walked peacefully in the whirlwind of people, families were walking around and chatting, kids running around, couples slowly pacing between the stalls and tents. You couldn’t help but let your thoughts wander to the idea that you could be one of those couples. A little nudge to your side snapped you out of your thoughts. It was Viktor, holding out a steaming cup of liquid towards you.

‘Something to keep you warm.’ He smiled and handed it over to you. His fingers brushed yours as he handed the hot drink over, and your heart fluttered. Such small things could drive you crazy. You were head over heels for this man. ‘Y/n, your hand is freezing!’ He exclaimed, genuinely shocked by how cold your hands were.

‘Oh yes, I left my gloves in the dorm.’ You replied casually as you took the drink away and wrapped both your hands around it. You smelled it cautiously, it was your favorite tea. You looked up at him with the widest grin.

‘Thank you so much.’ You said, sipping into the drink. You felt it warm up your body and the contrast between the cold of the world and the feeling of the warm drink sent a shiver down your spine. He was standing so close to you it felt like the whole world just got smaller. His arms occasionally brushed against yours and even though it was the most innocent thing in the universe it made heat spread over your body. You stood there for a while, peacefully drinking your tea when an older woman approached the two of you.

‘May I offer some roses darlings?’ She asked in a raspy voice, a basket full of beautiful clockwork roses on her arms. She held one out towards you and you felt the hotness creep up your body, your heart slamming against your chest.

‘N-no th-‘ you wanted to refuse her offer but Viktor interrupted you.

‘We would love one, thank you.’ He said quickly and took the rose from the woman’s hand and paid for it. She thanked him for being so generous and slowly walked away.

‘Happy Winterfest!’ You heard her old voice call out to you, but your attention was focused on the rose he held out in front of you. It was gorgeous – its petals looked like they were made from little cogs, the whole rose was a beautifully forged piece. You looked up at him while taking the flower away, his golden eyes twinkling with anticipation and he had something else in his eyes you couldn’t quite pinpoint.

‘It’s beautiful.’ You said, letting out the breath you didn’t even realized you were holding. He opened his mouth for a second then closed it, like he wanted to say something but changed his mind. “Thank you, Viktor.” You added, holding the flower close to yourself.

“Walk with me.” He said, looking at you like you were a riddle, a mystery. The most precious thing on earth that he had to figure out. His simple words made your heart flutter and you nodded, stepping next to him and following. Your mind was racing and went blank at the same time. You could only focus on the rose and think about the implication behind it. Its metal touch felt cold under your fingers and it sent a shiver down your body.

“Can I give you my gloves? Your fingers must be freezing off.”

You shook your head quickly, looking up and down between him and your hands.

“I’m fine. You really don’t have to. And if you do your hand will be the one that freezes off!”

You already left the loud noises of the fair behind yourself. You were standing in a quiet little street; only faraway discussions could be heard and the lights weren’t so bright here. They were glowing on Viktor’s face, drawing a soft halo on it.

“At least let me hold it then.” He said, the sentence is a statement and the question at the same time. You blinked up at him a few times before your brain caught up with his words, but by that time he gently took your hand into his, the warm touch of his palm was the total opposite of your cold hands. He took his gloves off. Your head felt light from the contact.

“Better, is it not?” He asked and all you could do was nod furiously and smile. He chuckled at your enthusiasm, and looked into your eye. You wanted to avert your gaze but you were drawn to him, like a starving man to his first meal.

“Y/n.” He said your name like it was a prayer.

“Yes, Viktor?”

“Did you really stay because of me?” He asked and your insides turned into thousands of butterflies, all fluttering in your chest, trying to escape. Was there a point in denying it? Did you want to deny it at all?

“Yes.” You breathed out and his eyes and smile both grew wider.

“Why?” He asked, but you were 80% sure he already knew the answer. You just weren’t sure if you wanted to say it.

“Because I lo-“ You started but caught yourself, stumbling with the words and correcting them. “Because I care about you, and I didn’t want you to spend Winterfest alone.”

Viktor let go of your hand for a second and gently moved it up to your cheek. You could see him smile under his scarf and your heart skipped a beat from his touch. He gave you a knowing look before he started to speak again.

“I am flattered.” He pulled you closer to him, his body and face dangerously close to yours and you were afraid your knees were going to give out any second. “I also wanted to spend the holidays with the one I love.”

The gears in your head turned to a halt as his lips pressed onto yours. You felt like your body completely froze, you couldn’t process the feeling of his soft lips. After a second you returned his kiss as relief, happiness and excitement washed over you body. You wrapped your arms around his neck, tugging his scarf lightly as you pushed yourself closer to him. His palm moved from your cheek to rest on the back of your neck as the top of his tongue brushed your lower lip and if not for holding onto him for dear life you knew your knees would’ve betrayed you already. Every bush of his tongue against yours sent a jolt through your body. You’ve never felt happier.

He broke the kiss and smiled to himself, resting his forehead against yours. You closed your eyes and let out a low chuckle, still processing what just happened.

“I love you, Viktor.” You breathed out, burying your face into his chest. He moved his hand to your head, caressing lightly as he wrapped his other arm around you, still holding his cane. You’ve never felt this warm in your entire life. “This has to be my best Winterfest.” You chuckled and he let out a low laugh as well. You’ve never seen him so relaxed before.

“I have to outperform myself next year then.” You smiled at the implication of his words and looked up at him, pressing a soft kiss on his lips.

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Night Life

Hey guys!! I randomly wrote this idk how I feel about it but I thought I was fun so why not ! Let me know if you like it :))))

Synopsis~ you’re a bartender at a random dive bar. While the jackass group is traveling around for their movie they’re in town for a little bit. They stop by the bar one night and things get a bit interesting.

Warnings: only thing I can think of is reader smokes a cigarette. (Don’t smoke y’all I only write it bc I like the aesthetic I know you know what I mean)

Word count -1.3k

Every night for you was the same. The usual drunk idiots, the fights, the chaos. Though you never wavered in your choice of this life. Until it got too much. Now here you are. Cleaning the top of a bar you hated more than you ever thought you could. But then something pulled you from your deep over contemplation of every decision you’ve ever made. It was laughter and you were immediately drawn in.

A large group came in, you soon recognized most of them to be the Jackass crew. You weren’t a fan, you didn’t dislike them either. It just wasn’t ever something you watched. But you could spot Bam Margera and Johnny Knoxville from a mile away. You realize you have a few of your regulars demanding your attention at the bar. Most of the large group settles by a few pool tables the rest dispersing throughout the bar.

You get sidetracked doing other tasks and completely forget about the group. You assume the other bartender must’ve helped them while you were in the back so you don’t worry too much about them not being served. You’re finally done with the other things you had to finish up for the night and settle back behind the bar.

You notice the bar isn’t too busy other than biggest friend group you’ve ever seen. I mean come on who has that many friends? You therefore decide to take advantage of your managers one drink a night rule. You grab a glass pouring a generous amount of whiskey. It was nearing the end of your shift after a long day and you needed it.

“Steve-o!” A surprisingly southern accent called out across the bar grabbing your attention. You saw Johnny Knoxville playing pool leaned over one of the tables. “Could you be a doll and get me a beer?” He asked, steve-o wasn’t doing much just chatting to a few of his friends.

It seems he obliged because he’s now heading your way. He slumps down and plops his elbows on the bar In front of him. He looks up to find the other bartender. His eyes meet yours for the first time and you swear things went in slow motion for a second. You can instantly feel your face flush. He continues to stare, you could only assume he’s passed the point of no return and just trying to formulate a thought, through his drunken haze.

But you’re shocked when he sounds almost completely sober. “ Hey uh” his voice is more gravelly than you realize and your even more curious about the brown eyed boy in front of you.

“What can I getcha?” You say hoping maybe if you spoke up he would finish his order and stop gawking at you. He looks away smiling and clearing his throat, sitting up a little higher In the seat.

“Just a beer” He responded looking back to you.

You nod and grab a cold bottle from the fridge popping off the lid and hand it to him. He grazes your fingers with his, never breaking eye contact. You can tell by the look he gave you before walking away, that it was intentional. He was now sat back in his original spot in the corner of the bar.

The night is is slowly ticking by, so you decide to go out for a smoke break before leaving for the night.

You step outside in front of the bar leaning against the brick wall. The neon sign lit up the dark parking lot.

Suddenly you hear the front door swing open and look up to see the roughly spoken boy from earlier.

“Hey” he smiled at you sliding his hands in his jean pockets

“Hi- were you like looking for me?” You question resting the cigarette on your lips inhaling deeply.

“Ya know I hear those things are bad for you.” He said walking over to lean on the wall next to you.

“Can I bum one?”

“But I thought they were bad for you.” You ask mocking his previous statement.

He shrugs “I tend to like things that are bad for me.”

You aren’t sure what that means, but you can’t ignore the chill it made run up your spine. You brush it off pulling another smoke from the carton.

“I’m Steve-o” he said sticking his hand out, blowing smoke out of the corner of his mouth.

“Y/n” you return the hand shake

“So?” You question him after a long period of silence.

“So what?” He questions back chuckling slightly

“Were you looking for me?”

He laughs leaning off the wall now walking in tiny circles.

“Uhh” He took a long drag scratching the back of his head like he was trying to collect his thoughts

“I was” he said nodding slowing his pacing, now focusing on you.

“Why?” You ask you can’t help but have a shit eating grin on your face.

“Well I Uh was” he was abruptly cut off by the sound of laughter as we both look over to see a guy in camo pants curly brown hair. He’s the first to bust out of the front door. He’s followed closely behind by Johnny with his arm around bam. They all started flooding out one after the other all of them in their own random conversations.

“Heyyy!!” Chris comes up to steve-o sliding his arm up to rest on his shoulder.

“This is chris.” He says looking back to you, he looks annoyed but you find it slightly amusing.

“Hi” you reply softly, waving to him.

“Hey” he says in a deeper voice now all his attention on you. He is absolutely wasted, as stumbles around still holding on to steve-o somehow. There’s a long awkward silence until chris blurts out “My friend here thinks your sexy.” Pointing to his friend next to him.

“Christ dude!” Steve says now trying to peel the drunk boy off of him.

“Aannnd you should give him your number.” He smiles wholesomely now pointing at you.

You laugh watching as they start fighting slightly. steve-o is still trying to get Pontius to stop touching him. They go back and forth for a few minutes, you’re still completely entertained by their idiocy.

He looks up realizing your attention is on them and that you didn’t walk away minutes ago, like he presumed. “Shit stop dude.” He says whispering now swatting at chris to stop.

“I’m sorry about him, he uh says crazy shit.” He says scratching the back of his head like before.

“Oh it’s ok” you reply

There’s a moment of silence before you speak up again “So you don’t think I’m sexy then?” You ask putting on your best doe eyes.

He gets choked up completely caught off guard by your question.

Chris laughs at your response giving you a high five. “I like this one!” Still laughing he walks away back to the rest of the group.

“I do think you’re sexy.” He admitted quietly, his eyes darting from the ground to yours.

“Well good then this shouldn’t go to waste.” You hand him one of your cigarettes with your number on it. When the two boys were goofing off you had ruffled through your purse and quickly wrote it down knowing you already you were going to give him your number.

He ducks down sweeping your hand up in his, rubbing the back of it gently with his thumb.

“Goodnight” he says dropping it, softly, now running over to the people screaming for him to cmon and that they were leaving without him.

“Goodnight!” You called out after.

You watch as they all pile into their cars driving off. Now heading over to yours plopping in and throwing your bag to the passenger seat. You sigh dropping your face into your hands.

This boy was not going to leave your mind anytime soon.

~ hope the cigarette moment wasn’t too cheesy I couldn’t pass it up. ~

Thank you for reading you’re my favorite xoxo <3

[letthefrogsbe]

remember when I was gonna write that parkner fic?

cool so I've decided I'm gonna, but because I cannot write for SHIT and I hate my writing every time I see it, ill just share my outline of what I have so far. its not coherent. sorry. 

Section one: aunt may dies. It’ll be like “it's been 3 months. 3 months since May was shot. 2 months and 3 weeks since she died.”

Something like that idc. Basically this section will base around peter living tony, because he’s not doing well, and he is only 17- which is not actually old enough to be on your own after something like this. Setting is established, with cameos from dr strange (who tony is dating and lives with (yeah bite me, this is my fanfiction i can make it what i want.) it will be made obvious that this takes place after endgame, which also means that tony is Not going to die. I’m not that mean lmao. The avengers are like largely together, there was not as much death in this as there was in endgame. Whatever. Everyone is very nice to peter because they know that for him its either this or him becoming a ward of the state so like.

Section two: harley gets kicked out. His mom finds out that he’s gay (from gossip sources idk) and kicks harley out. Im not going to write them having a big fight like in the moment, but harley will recount what happened somewhat to tony in this section, and then more to peter later in the story. Gay ppl trauma dump, we know this. Okay anywaysss so harley calls tony literally sobbing and like freezing fucking cold. IM SORRY IM BEING SO MEAN TO THEM I PROMISE THEY'LL GET A HAPPY ENDING. Okay. harley explains how his mom kicked him out. Tony asks why, harley says something like “she didn’t agree with my lifestyle choices” like bitterly. Tony is a good person in this (i know, im really taking some character liberties) and he’s in the mood for collecting strays apparently, so he has happy send over the quinjet. He can’t make it himself bc hes in fucking japan or something for the next few weeks,, but. Yeah! Tony also calls peter, who is presumably in bed and feeling depressed. “Hey pete. How ya feeling? Any better?’ ‘Not really, tony. Sorry.’ ‘you don’t have to be sorry-’ ‘damn tony you sound like my therapist.’ “sorry pete, but i do have something to tell you- you know harley?’ ‘only from what you’ve told me about him, but yea. He was the tennessee garage kid, right?’ ‘i mean. Yes. so- he’s gonna come stay with me for a while too- it might not be permanent but it will probably be a bit. He’s about your age, and he just has no where to go (just like u). He’s not going to stay in your room or anything, but with bruce and thor here, he will be in your apartment area.’ ‘okay tony.. Will i have to talk to him a bunch?’ ‘not if you don’t want to- i already warned him about you, so it should be okay. I wouldn’t worry so much pete- you guys are so similar in a lot of ways that i wanted to introduce you two long before he called me.’ ‘okay tony, i trust you. Thank you again for letting me stay with you :)’ (yeah that kind of got away from me)

Section 3: build up. this is a shorter section. Harley and peter are gonna meet in section 4. This section is harley’s jet ride (with an intuitive happy) and harley’s nerves about how he really isn’t worth this (i mean hes pretty intimidated tony sent a private jet just for him) and happy like reassures him. Hes still insecure though. Peter is also nervous bc what if harley doesn’t like him? What if he doesn’t like harley?? Tony did say they would get along, but peter hasn’t really been himself recently, so who knows? Yeah lots of that. I do want to emphasize though- peter is not completely unhealthily coping. Like he has a therapist and he has been reaching out to ned and mj, but its still an open wound for him. Obviously. He still has a sense of humor though, but its to cover these deep insecurities. Like the first month or so that he was with tony, he was reallllyyyy trying to not get close to him bc he sort of thinks he kills everyone around him. Like logically he knows this isn’t true, but he does really think the that non superheroes that he surrounds himself with are very at risk if they know about his spider-man-ness. The only people who know now are ned and mj (may knew too).

Section 4: the meeting of harley and peter. Keep in mind peter has been living in this apartment/area of stark tower for about 3 months now. He actually moved in while may was in the hospital because he couldn’t stand to be alone in the apartment when he knew why may wasn’t there. And um. Yeah. so peter is like comfortable in this space, basically. Also- the reason theyre in the same apartment is because stark tower was not really created with the idea of housing broken orphans in mind, so it only has a certain amount of residential space. Thor and bruce are currently staying there together (although no one really knows if theyre together, or if theyre just best bros who went through some extreme trauma together and are now inseparable. Hmmm wonder if thats gonna come up later) and theyre using one apartment, and happy lives there with his own apartment, and tony and stephen are currently sharing the penthouse, even though thats not public knowledge. Really only the people close to tony know that he’s dating stephen. So. this leaves just the one other 2 bedroom apartment for peter and harley. It has one bathroom, and the bedrooms are connected by a door but theyre pretty big so like. Theres a kitchen, a living room with a fancy ass tv, and a really pretty view (with a balcony bc <333). May died in march, peter got leave from the school in april, and it is now the middle of june btw. Tony is now peter’s official guardian (he was before may died anyways) and now has sole guardianship over him which he has fully accepted, even though peter and him both know that there are going to be times where he has to go out of town bc he does own a company after all. Times like right now. Harley is pretty nervous that tony isn’t going to be there to greet him and that he is going to have to like introduce himself to peter and everything. Cmon, theres no reason to feel like that, he’s the one intruding after all, he should at least be able to handle himself. (<--- harley’s thoughts). Yeah so theyre insecure super cool. A n y w a y s so peter was stressing about harley as he arrived, and so when harley walked in they were both complete bundles of nerves. Harley walks up but knocks. Peter actually jumps (bc spidey sense okay whatever) and goes to get the door. Oh my god these awkward teenagers i hate them so much (i love them). Peter kinda looks like shit, sorry king. He was a little bit crying earlier, then tony called and he switched into stressed out ball-of-anxiety mode. Distractions are good, its okay. Peter opens the door for harley and they like introduce each other all awkward (again sorry) and peter shows harley where he is staying. Harley doesnt really have muchhhh bc he was kicked out and all. He just has a suitcase full of clothes, his favorite blanket, his favorite stuffed animal (yeah whatever bc ofc he does) and his phone/charger. He sets all his stuff down at once. He thanks peter for letting him stay in his apartment and also said sorry. First thing peter noticed was harley’s accent. Stfu. peter asks why harley’s here- ok. Harleys had a long ass day. Too fucking long. He- he breaks down. He tells peter a lot. About how his mom found out that he was gay, and how she told him never to come back. Yikes. Anyways, this is establishing the beginning of their relationship as friends. Peter is there for him even though he doesn’t know him at all. Peter sees some of himself in harley in this moment, even though he’s not talking about himself yet. Eventually harley does ask about peter, and they really just get to know each other really quick. They have these deep scarring individual traumas, and neither has nearly recovered, but they find comfort in just knowing that theyre not alone in their suffering. At least for now. At least in this moment.

Section 5: the next day. Peter and harley spent that whole night talking about what they were going through. Peter said good night at around 5 am (there were no adults around they can do what they want to) and they both got good sleeps. In peter’s case, one of the first solid nights he’s had in a while. Harley was kept up a little longer after peter left, however, because he just couldn’t shut off his mind. It was really cathartic for him to just lay everything out there and for someone to just accept him. Peter told him he was bi, but he was.. Lucky. He had accepting people in his life. May was accepting. God, harley couldn’t fathom having lost everyone in his life, everyone he ever cared about, and still having the heart to sit and talk with the dumbass anxious gay kid who can’t go home anymore. His problems felt so small compared to peter’s, and all he could do was admire peter’s resilience and how he was seemingly able to bounce back from anything. God, peter was something. He couldn’t wait to get to know him more. With that thought circling in his head, he finally went to sleep at oh shit 6:30 am. Peter woke up around 1. Harley at 2. When harley woke up, peter was watching tv and eating cereal on the couch and he just sat down next to him. No words, just sleepy children being sleepy. They stayed like this for like an hour when someone knocked on their door. Enter stephen strange!!!!!!!!!!! Get excited people. Hes just coming in to check on them bc tony told him to, and he didn’t get the chance last night bc he was _busy_. K so now he’s here and hes awkward and he just wants to make sure these boys r okay bc theyve both been through too much recently, and it would be just the cherry on top if they didn’t get along. Him and harley had never actually met before so he like introduced himself and all that. Offered like if they needed anything he was there, and its only gonna be a few days until tony gets back (did i say a week earlier? Im retconning that bc i cannot find it in my writing so it is now retconned). Peter and harley just have to sort of explain to dr strange that theyre getting along gREAT and there is no need for concern….. And peter was even thinking about showing harley around the city a bit that night (something he had not yet told harley, but wanted to make it seem like he was doing well and not acting too depressed in front of Dr. Strange) so dr strange is like yeah !!!!!! do that, that sounds super fun petey !!!!!! and so now they have evening plans

ok ps I wrote this like 2 weeks ago and completely forgot I posted something on Tumblr about this fic idea, and so this is literally just how I talk to myself. was not gonna ever post this but then I decided to because I'm bored. there are more sections but I'm not gonna post them rn because this post is really fucking long already!!!!

[tomdiddlyumptious]

Can u do a Tom Holland x black model reader

And she’s zendayas friend and she introduces Tom to her and they hit it off he ends up seeing her outside they have a sentimental talk about what it’s like being famous and they end up kissing maybe smut at the end and they wake up the morning after 😩😩😫

I MIGHTVE GOTTEN....YA KNOW TAKEN AWAY BUTTTTT

warnings: terrible fans, sadness, annoying papis, and I guess heavy smut but idk 🤷🏽‍♀️ NOT PROOFREAD, PROBABLY TERRIBLE ✌🏽

a/n: REEEEE I HATE MYSELF

You sighed as she grabbed your hand, pulling you, “look you have nothing better to do, so you do this or keep watching re-runs of Harry Potter and trying to shift, which isn’t gonna work” she rolled her eyes at the idea, looking at your scrunched up face.

“Well whatever, so much for getting a spell book” you huffed in loss, zendaya laughing at you as she let your hand go and opened the door “for my princess please” she dramatically said, her hand pointing inside the restaurant.

“We couldn’t have taken a walk-“ “y/n shut up and sit down please” you giggled as you walked slower to let her infront of you and guide you to a seat, next to her but also next to a nice, brown haired, of course skinny lean white boy.

And how did you know that? You checked him out without hesitation. As you looked back up at him you found himself with a cocky ass smirk. “Don’t flatter yourself” you chuckled only leaving him doing the same.

“Hey a pretty girl like you how could I not?” His hand lifted and ruffled his hair some, leaving you with a smile. “We all know who we are right?” Daya said, not wanting to introduce anybody when your all basically famous. “Yes?” The group said.

You knew Tom of course but not officially, your brother made you watch Spider-Man because he’s two years older then you and loves to debate that tobey Maguire is the best, which you have to agree, its only by the way he swings. Your brother also thinks tobey can play Batman but he is like 46, he will have a heart attack.

As you all ordered your meals and passed around plates Harrison and Jacob talked, zendaya and her brother talked, which left you and Tom.

“Hi I’m tom” he said, lifting his hands wanting a handshake, orrr possibly a hug, what’s the damage?. “Well hello Tom, my name is Y/n” you said, taking his hand in yours, also noticing you can’t even shake his hand because of his hand size, it basically devoured your whole hand. Tom chuckled as he looked at your small fingers.

“Compare?” He asked, “oh what are we in fourth grade?” You giggled but agreed, he put his hand up flat and open and you did the same, touching hands you noticed your hand was small, or his hand was big, who knows. “I should call you robin!” He chuckled.

“You are really a child, teen titans really?” You bursted into laughter but only Tom could really hear. “Hey I have to do something to keep me satisfied right?” He shrugged, “and tough talked for a woman with small hands”.

You playfully gasped as you hit his shoulder “no you just have large hands, above average, so leave me alone, and tough talk for a guy who’s 5’8, my brother was that height at like 14” he only left his mouth open as you laughed, his eyebrows raised as he said “touché, but you’ve been doing some research on me havent you?”.

“Eh, something like that” you shrugged, getting chopsticks and trying to set it up but failing, of course Tom hysterically laughed at you “fuckin chopsticks” you mumbled to yourself, still trying to get them in between your fingers but utterly confused.

“Here darling, let me help you yeah?” Tom said in his slick British accent,

leaving your stomach to drop to your ass but you agreed, forgetting what he was helping you with.

He took your hand softly and fixed it, staring at him in awe before-

snap

You both looked over and seen a photographer running away, leaving Tom pissed but you could only laugh. Everyone around the table noticed and started to feel bad about being “famous” because it does take away your private life.

As they all looked at you both you continued laughing, leaving them all confused “did you see the way he ran?” You only busted out laughing more as Tom could still see him, looking at the way he does run and starts laughing after.

“Your right!” Everyone starts to catch on as zendaya pulls out her phone to record him, putting it on her instagram story with text of “running to his casket” (I KNOW THIS IS MEAN BUT I COULDNT HELP IT)

As you all as a group ate your food, well you ordered a fork, and talked you all giggled, and got to know more about each other, when he found out you were a model he only smiled more because, you deserve to be one, your beautiful in so many ways anyone could see that, not just Tom holland.

You cracked open the cookie and grabbed the paper “I wanna see!” Tom said, scooting closer and resting his head on your shoulder as you read it “hop on a ride but you won’t go outside, lucky numbers 11,9,10,20” tom furrowed his eyebrows, “I don’t get it” he whispered in your neck, platonically. But he got your sweet spot so you bit your tongue some. “What makes you think I do? You do yours!”

He sat back up straight and grabbed his, opening it. “Hmm, take your time, try to wine and dine, same lucky numbers as you” he looked at you while your lower lip was puckering out, confused but not gonna stress yourself out about it.

“Aren’t they just beautiful” daya quietly said, recording it and putting it on her Snapchat instead. Harrison agreed as they all started at both of you but you didn’t take any sense to notice.

“Who’s paying?” Tom said. “Split” you say back, everyone taking out their credit card and placing it in the middle.

About two days later you went out for shopping, mostly for yourself but you did think about buying daya matching Harry Potter mugs.

You looked at Victoria secret, looking at all the options you could get, but you got white lingerie, lacy white lingerie. You had about 3 bags in your hands, all clothes as you found yourself hungry, you checked the time and noticed it was about five thirty but daylight saving so it was darker then usual.

You found yourself at a Chinese place at the food court, ordering what you wanted as your phone blew up from the events of yesterday. “Y/n?” You heard a familiar voice, you turned to see-

“Thomas?” You smiled at him as he smiled back, coming up close and seeing ‘foot locker’ and ‘Nike’ bags in his hand. “Hey!” He came over and reached out for a hug which you accepted, and you smelled so good, like no one else. He knew once they started to publicly date he would have to point out that you have this magnificent smell.

“Hey babe how are you?” You ask looking at him, letting him go as his hands were still on your arms. “My phone won’t stop blowing up” he sighed and rolled his eyes “eh same here” “what are you doing?” He asked, you pointed at the title of the food place “Chinese food” “your trying again aren’t you?” “You know what- shut up” you laughed making him join along.

He decided to join you at one of the tables, both with hats on and black tinted sunglasses. “This is humiliating” you sighed, playing with the noodles. “What?” He asked looking up at you. “I shouldnt really have to hide because I just want to eat alone” you let out a distant chuckle and let the food alone, looking at the table.

“Yeah I know it does suck, but atleast we have killer fans right!” “Yeah but then they want to turn on you because you wanna make a point or a decision for yourself” he only sighed in defeat at your point, nodding in agreement. “I mean I guess it’s what we signed up for” “I just really want to do what I love but then there’s the pros and cons, people loving my body and people hating my body, telling me I should lose weight and that I should just kill myself-“

“Well you shouldn’t, people tried to cancel me because I didn’t vote? I can’t!” He grabbed your hand and that made you look at him “and your beautiful, so beautiful, don’t take only my word but everyone else’s, and whoever is telling you to kill yourself has a problem with their body image, they want to be you!” He gave you a smile, you gave a weak one back. “Hey love, darling, trust me. There’s a lot of people out there that support you! Why do paparazzi want to take photos of you? To let everyone know hoe your doing at the moment!”

“That wasn’t a good one Thomas” you laughed which made him giggle, he reached over and let go of your hand and places his thumb on your chin, the coldness of his ring on his pointer finger as it’s under your chin.

“Your really fucking beautiful, princess, fame is annoying celebrity is a annoying word but guess what? Isn’t it worth it?” “Yeah I guess, because I met you” you smirk, he tilts your head up and looks at your lips, looking at your eyes for approval and you nod your head.

He presses his lips on yours, pulling you closer as he wants to climb over the table and just take you there, his lips on your soft delicate ones is heaven, feeling your hand raise up to his cheek as you let go for a longer one-

“Hey get out of here! It’s like 7, stop sharing your cootie germs!” The janitor says with his strong Indian accent which makes you both laugh while your lips are still pressed together.

“Hey I really mean it!” You both let go as he shouts a thank you and you didn’t even notice it was that dark, he didn’t either. “Wanna get out of here?” He asked, you nodded as you both grabbed your bags and threw away your food.

You both couldn’t keep your lips off of each other, he slammed you against the apartment door, leaving you to moan as he focused on your neck, grabbing the key from his poket and shoving it in the door, opening it as he twisted to nob you fell and he feel ontop of you, well on your stomach.

You both laughed out of breath as he got up to close the door, thankfully there was a door stopper that didn’t allow a mark on the wall, he came back down and helped you up, taking the bags from your hand and throwing it on the couch, the boxes of shoes falling out of the bag and on the floor.

You quickly took off your clothes, leaving you in your underwear with Tom just admired you, your sweet brown skin just shinning of cocoa butter lotion and body oil, smelling so intoxicating as he walked up to you, his hand softly placed on your waist as he whispered in your ear “help me” you giggled and unbuckled his pants while he unbuttoned his shirt, quickly only in his-

“Really? Spider-Man? Your such a narcissist” “your ruining the moment” “whatever kiddo” he took your hand and ran into the room, falling on the bed from the jeans around his ankles, you got comfy on the queen bed with the silky black sheets and blanket, your legs open waiting for him as he kicked off his jeans.

He looked at you and your legs, crawling over to kiss your shins up to your thighs, his lips so soft on your skin as if he doesn’t want to break it.

“You such a pretty girl” he purred, kissing up to your stomach, to the middle of your breasts to you neck. “Touch me please tommy” you sighed in relief as he went down to your underwear, pressing your clit and trailing down to see you soaked. “I’ve barely touched you princess, do I make you wet like this?” He talks mostly to himself, not expecting an answer but you do “yes you do, fuck you make me so wet tom, watching your hands move, you mouth-“

“My mouth huh? What do you want me to do princess? Eat you out? Make you come then I fuck you and don’t miss a beat? Make everyone hear my good girl?” He asked, making you moan at the scenarios “I want to you to be on top of me, I want to you fuck yourself on my dick until you make me whine” he comes up to your ear and whispers “which I don’t do”, you whimper as he unclamped your bra, the cold ring and Rolex on your back as he gets it off.

You smile as he just stares, reaching down and taking a nipple in his mouth, moaning as he punches the other. “Fuck Thomas your really good” “shh now, remember what I want you to do f’me okay?” He asked looking up at you, you nodded as he reached down in between your thighs, pushing the underwear to the side.

He puts a finger inbetween your folds, his fingers rather warm and he rubs right over your whole while he continues to kiss and leave hickeys around your neck and inbetween your breasts.

He pushes in his finger and you let out a whimper, his fingers way bigger then your own “your so tight around my finger, fuck your gonna feel so good around my cock, just let me make you come first” you nod at him and give him a open mouth kiss as he goes down, taking off your panties and lifting your thighs and putting them inbetween his head.

He pumps is finger in you slowly, my the third time you suddenly let out a “oh” as your breathe starts to get heavy, “don’t give up now darling” “get to work and I’ll see what I can do for-“ you moan as he wraps his lips around your clit, kitty licking.

“Don’t talk down on me, darling” he says, before adding another finger, his long slender fingers finding your spot as he rubs over it, shaking his head from side to side around your bundle of nerves, your legs raise into a butterfly just asking for more.

Your hands reach down to his hair and you pull it, ruffle it and whimper as his fingers press hard on your spot “ah!” You let out a high pitched moan, he makes eye contact with you as his tongue continues to run miles, infinity signs, even his own full name on you “I’m so close” you whimper, he already knew by how much you were clenching around him, he sped up his movements, licking the slide of your clit, bucking your hips and pulling his hair making him moan on you, high pitch moans, the sounds of his fingers in your wet slopping whole is just enough to make you come, “Aw please! Fuck tommy!” Your eyes roll back as you cum, your back arching more as your fluids let loose and your stomach a pit of fire.

“You tase so good, Mmm” he licks you clean, savoring your tase as he licks his lips and comes up to kiss you, sharing tongues and humming at the taste on his lips.

And it was your time for the deal, he turned you both so you were on top. His hands already behind his head as he enjoyed the view already, you grabbed his member and pumped it a few times making him groan, you swiped him between your folds and cried at the overstimulation.

“Fuck y/n” he moaned feeling of your wetness looking down and seeing his spit and your arousal connected to the tip of his member, you both moaned at the feeling of his member getting in you so slowly.

You started to move your hips against his, seeing him so comfortable and watching every single move you make could make you come right there, you started to bounce and you sat up straight, moaning as Tom took a hand of his and licked his thumb to roll your nipple “faster” he said, as you did it.

“Fuck tommy your so good” “oh no it’s you babygirl, fucking yourself on my dick like I told you to, I don’t have to do any-“ he groaned “work, your such a good girl, my princess” he praised making you whimper and lean down. In this moment he could stay there forever, your ass on display as you bounced your whimpers in his neck right on his sweet spot. “Shit y/n”he moaned, letting his hands go to your ass and lift his legs to thrust into you, “no tommy” you say weakly, pushing his legs down “I get to fuck myself on you like you said” you hit back a moan.

“I did princess- fuck” he let out an ‘uh’ as you clenched around him, his eyebrows furrowed as his mouth opened, you leaned back up to kiss his neck, his sweet spot and made hickeys with no hesitation. You moved faster and placed your hands in his chest and hearing your ass on his thighs, the slickness coating all over his member and trailing down his thighs “fuck!” You come, “don’t stop-please! Don’t stop” he practically begged, thats more than a whine and you were willing to take it, it was all so good, so good.

His hands left your ass and went up to your neck, looking down at his darkened eyes as he bit his lip “fucking yourself so good on my dick, fuck!” He came and shot his load up you “yes Tom!” You whimpered and arched your back coming with him. He painted your walls as you ride it out, him massaging your thighs and biting his lip as he watched his cum trail down your thighs and on his dick.

“You tired?” You asked, throwing yourself over, he looked over “yeah” he reached over to kiss you and wrap his arm around your shoulder and pulling you into his chest, he turned off the light on his night stand as you lifted your leg over his thigh, both on the left side of the bed and taking in each other, drawing patterns in his chest. “So does this mean-“ “yeah of course”

You woke up in the same spot, looking up at Thomas and finding him already looking at you. “Hey princess” he smiled, taking his arm and drawing circles on yours. “Hey bubs” you kissed his chest. You only admired each other before having to clean each other up, sharing a shower, nothing happened but giggles and soft rubs on the butt, of course until you put on the lingerie that you bought yesterday.

[g0ldengubler]

chapter 7~instant crush

A/N: aaaaaa this chapter is so/so???? i guess it gets better at the end??? idk, i’m starting to get back into that “i’m not a good writer” mindset that i was in at the beginning of nauseous. i’m hoping to start writing another chapter super soon! i’m just stuck in rut and it’s showing in the chapters. i’ll work harder to make them better, but no promises. also listen to the song that the chapter was named after here. it’s literally one of my all time favorite songs on the planet lol. ok, i apologize in advance but i hope u still enjoy :)

Category: fluff

CW: smoking weed, mentions of toys and smoking tools and pieces

Word Count: 2680

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After what felt like days, you and Spencer had finally made it to your father's cabin. You hadn't been up north in years, all because you were so focused on getting your dream job. Driving down a dirt road, the smell of the trees mixed with rain had you feeling nostalgic, triggering memories of when you were a little girl, reading Charles Dickens under a tree or on the rocky shores of the lake. You couldn't wait to share these new memories here with him.

When you arrived in Michigan, you made sure you got all of your favorite goodies like Better Maid potato chips, Faygo's Rock'n'Rye, Vernors ginger ale, Superman ice cream, and you even made Spencer stop at your favorite pizza place, Buddy's, so you could get your favorite salad and a cheese pizza with light sauce and a crispy crust. He chuckled at how plain you like your pizza, but it was something you and your grandmother shared a loved for. You wanted Spencer to have as close to the Michigan experience he could because while you weren't in love with your home state, the small things you grew up with gave you joy.

The last errand you made before moving up north was to a dispo in Ann Arbor. Spencer couldn't go in with you, so you left him in the car (even though you wanted him to come in with you, he didn't have his card so it wouldn't work). Walking in, you showed the security guard your med card and continued your way through the store. Jars of bud covered the shelves on the wall. Glass showcases were filled with wax. Each strain (no matter what form) had labels in front of them, giving information about it and what it could do to help with any specific problem like joint pains or body spasms. You never really had a preference on what strain was best, nor got too picky if it was an indica, sativa, or hybrid.

You talked with a staff member and asked what they suggested. You ended up getting some Cherry Pie flower, joint papers, hemp blunt wraps, and a mini bbq lighter. Once you grabbed the goods, you headed out to suddenly notice a store that was at the outdoor mall next door. A smile grew on your face as you ran back to the car, set your bag down behind your seat, and grabbing Spencer by his hand and pulled him with you to the mall.

"Silly girl, I thought we were done with the errands?" He asked.

"One more stop," you said eagerly, "I promise. Plus, I think you'll get a little kick out of it."

A small building appeared as you made him stop in front of it. You saw him look up at the sign, looking a little confused. "There's a store with the same name as me?"

"Wait till you get inside." You giggled.

Those who weren't familiar with the store would think it was an edgier Hot Topic, but once you showed him what was in the back of Spencer's, you saw his jaw drop and couldn't hold in the laugh that was brewing in your throat. "Told you you'd get a little kick out of it."

"Well I thought you meant because of the fact it's called Spencer's, not because of all the...toys...they have."

"Are you getting ideas, Doctor?"

He straightened himself out and fixed his sweater. "I cannot confirm, nor deny your question."

"Dr.Spencer Reid," you giggled, slapping his arm softly, "naughty boy."

"Are you getting idea's, Agent L/N?"

You were quiet for a moment. "...maybe." you mumbled.

Spencer just laughs at the little banter you just had. "Let's save it for when we're home. It'll give me time to really think about it."

As you're left there speechless, your clouded mind is interrupted by the look on his face as he looks at the dick shaped candy they had.

"Ok, ok," you giggled, "let me go find what I'm looking for and then my errands are done. I'm ready to just sit back on the couch, put a fire on, and relax."

From there you went to the middle of the store, where you grabbed a green rolling tray with a panda on his back smoking a joint, a hot pink grinder, and a game controller ashtray before going up to the cashier to pay. You then headed back to the car and headed off to the cabin.

The cabin hadn't changed a bit, with its Christmas lights still hung and the skeleton that was sitting on the porch chair. You thought maybe your dad did all this while you two were on your way, but whatever the reason, you could tell that Spencer was already in love with it once he saw the skeleton. You forgot how big the cabin was. It wasn't small like a fairy's cottage, but you could say it was smaller than Rossi's mansion.

The smell of pine needles and fire smoke filled your head with nostalgia as you entered. You dropped your bags and plopped on the couch. You felt at home, and with Spencer, the feeling was stronger than you could've ever felt. You let out a big sigh, smiling as you hold one of the couch pillows to your chest.

"If your father built this cabin, he's the genius not me." Spencer joked as he moved your legs over so he could sit down next to you. He let your legs rest on his lap, rubbing your legs awkwardly, giving you that awkward white guy smile.

"How about you put the bags in the bedroom and then we'll go exploring," you said as you adjusted your position, using the armrest as support, "I haven't been here in years and I'm feeling very nostalgic."

"Sounds like a plan!...um..." Spencer looks around the living room, trying to find the bedroom.

"Oh, sorry! It's straight down that hall on your left." You pointed over to the hallway next to him. Once he saw the open doors to the bedroom he grabbed your bags and sat them down. You got up as he walked to the room and started exploring. You started in the kitchen, looking back on the times you'd bake the most gooey chocolate chip cookies as your dad cooked the family stew. Your father always had a hobby for making food, didn't matter if it was a meaty dish or a beautiful dessert. You thought nothing could beat your father's cooking, and that became especially true when you went to college.

As you were walking to the hall, you noticed Spencer admire the artwork that was hanging on the walls. "Did you know that the first log cabins that were built in America were emigrants from Sweden and Finland?" He asked. "They had been building them for 1,000 years, prior to coming here."

"That's very interesting," you said loudly as I walked to my old room, "I didn't know that." Something you always loved was to listen to people talk. Spencer was known for rambling about something when he should've been keeping it case related. He'd start off with giving them what they wanted to know, but then get so excited that he kept going on. It was something you did, too, but only around those you were comfortable around and that was very rare.

As he continued to ramble facts about the paintings, you looked around the familiar room that felt a bit distant. Your dad had turned your old room into an office. All the bright lilac walls had turned to gray, and your bed with a matching white desk were replaced with a black leather couch and a black, very sophisticated desk. Pictures of the two of you mixed with Red Wing merchandise hung on the walls and sat at his desk.

"Uuuuhh, Y/N?" Spencer called, "you might want to see this!

With a confused look on your face, you walked out of the office and back out to the living room where you see him hold a ziplock bag. Inside was a small stash of something similar that you bought that day.

"Where did you find all that weed?" you asked.

"I was looking at the books on this bookcase and as I took one out to explore further, this fell out with it."

You start exploring on your own. It had to be here. It'd make complete sense.

"What are you looking for?"

You ignore him for a moment before finding it. That son of a bitch.

You show Spencer the glass piece you found, the light in the room making its blue accent glow.

"Is that a erlenmeyer flask?" He asked, looking puzzled.

You couldn't help but laugh at his innocence. "You're cute," you said, "but no, it's a bong! My dad's a sneaker bastard. I never knew he smoked-" you stopped in your tracks for a moment, thinking. "...I don't know how I feel about that information."

Spencer chuckles as you go through your mini life crisis. You notice his eyes then move in different directions. It took you a minute to realize what he was looking at. He would look at you, then look at the bong, then at the bag of weed, and continue the cycle. A grin fell upon your face, making Spencer grin a evil, yet goofy smile.

"Let's get comfortable first," you propose, "I'll heat up our pizza's and grab the salads, you grab the rock'n'rye and then we'll get to smokiiin."

Without a second thought, the two of you rushed to get into pajamas. You both had decided that Christmas pajamas was the way to go with how cold it was going to be. Coming out of the bedroom as Spencer came out of the bathroom, you both laugh at the fact that you pretty much had the same theme going. While Spencer was wearing a red long sleeve with the vintage coke'a'cola Santa Clause, you wore a white fitted shirt with the coke's'cola polar bears on it. Your pants were pretty much the same red and black checkered flannels, but while Spencer wore just regular slippers, you had on Rudolph the red nose reindeer fuzzy socks.

After heating up the pizza and pouring the drinks, your grab your food and went for the couch. You sat it on the coffee table in front of you before grabbing the bong, along with the bag and your grinder. As you began to grind the flower, you looked over to Spencer, who seemed to be really loving the pop through the nervousness on his face.

"Are you sure you want to try smoking out of a bong, Spence?" you asked, "Because you don't have to if you're too nervous."

"No no, I do want to! I'm just getting excited that's all."

"You're ok with your mouth being on the same place mine has?"

He was quiet for a moment. "No spit will be on this," you explain, taking the look on his face as a maybe, "but we have our napkins if you want to wipe."

"Ok, good!" He sighed out of relief.

Once the bud was grounded, you took some out with your fingers and packed it in the bowl, rubbing your fingers together to get some of the sticky stuff off. You then put on some music from you groovy playlist on your phone, connecting it to the bluetooth speakers that surrounded the room.

As you put your mouth on the top, lighting the bowl, you move the flame over half of it, letting Spencer have the other half. You felt eyes burning on you as you took the bowl out and inhaled. You held the smoke in your lungs for a few moments before a cloud formed in front of your face.

You handed the bong and lighter to Spencer, showing him what to do. You reminded him to inhale as he held the flame to the bowl. You watch as he did exactly what you did, copying your movements from memory. When he exhaled, the cloud of smoke was a bit bigger than yours was, you were shocked that he didn't have a coughing fit afterward.

He sat it down on the coffee table and sat back on the couch, letting the sensations take over his body. You grabbed the bong again and took another hit, handing it to Spencer afterward. He surprisingly took it from your hands and took another rip. You ended up doing this a few more times until your grinder was empty. You took the last bong rip, setting it back down and slouched on the couch.

By this time, the munchies had kicked in. You both devoured your dinner in a matter of minutes. But the tingles slowly left your body once you finished, so you grabbed the bong and your grinder again. This time, you took the bottom part off, looking at the leftover bits of the bud that turned into almost a powder form. You then grabbed your bag from the dispo that was sitting on the table next to you, and grabbed the flower you had bought. You took the cherry pie bud out of its container and ground it up.

You looked over to Spencer, who was just feeling the music. He looked very much relaxed, staring at the ceiling fan that hung above them.

After taking a huge rip from the bong, you coughed out a bit as you sat it back down. Without even realizing, you sneaked your way under his arm, laying your head on his chest. He put his arms around you, letting you snuggle into him.

With the light of the moon now being your only source of light, and the song Instant Crush playing in the background, you felt safe in his arms. Nothing could've ruined this moment. All you wanted was him and him alone.

"You're like a beautiful dragon, Y/N." You heard Spencer say.

You look up at him with a confused look on your face. "What do you mean by that?"

"When you exhaled. When I exhaled, even. We were like dragons blowing fire. It was so cool."

He was definitely gone, it was pretty obvious. But hearing him babble on and on about being dragons made you smile and giggle. It was contagious, making Spencer giggle with you, and then you couldn't stop. Your stomach and cheeks were hurting at this point.

Once the giggling calmed down, you looked up at him, as he looked down at you. Without a thought in mind, you both leaned and kissed. Your lips hovered over the other for a moment, before leaning back in, your lips melting together as your tongues attacked the other. His right hand in your hair, and his left cupping the side of your face.

After a minute, Spencer broke away and spoke. "I don't care what we are right now," he said, "we can talk about that another time. Right now, I just want you."

You smiled and went back in. He smiled through the kiss, letting tongue go back to where it belonged.

And there you stayed, kissing here and there, taking a few more hits before you both passed out on the couch, your arms still around the other.

[p0gue420]

~Live a little~ (Pogues x reader) Part 1.

 Series Masterlist

Part 2 / Part 3

Summary: Y/n Y/l/n is always ready to run,from the cops,towards trouble,on an adventure,whatever she can get an adrenaline rush from.

Pairing: Pogues x Platonic!Reader

Warnings:Cursing,Etc. that comes along with the show.Mentions of cleavage

Word count?:1206

Contains:Platonic relationships,fluff,innocent flirting through reader and the rest of the Pogues. (Y/n is basically a girl version of JJ)

A/N:This is my first time writing (Please don’t judge,if there is something you think could help with my writing please let me know,I enjoy corrective criticism..),and I would like to make it a regular basis type thing ,so feel free to request for any of the characters you’d like.I also don’t see many platonic fics and I feel like I would enjoy making fics that don’t always have to be romantic(as well as some that are).I really want this to be a series to carry on all the way through season one and if it does okay,then maybe continue it in season two.

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 “That's what,a three-story fall to the deck?” Pope questions watching the brunette haired boy dangle his right foot off the edge of the house.I watch from aside Pope ,but quickly move directly under John B. 

”Jump bro,i’ll catch you!” I giggle making a cradle type shape with my hands. He sticks the tip of his index finger in his mouth sticking it in the wind to see which way it was traveling.“Hm-Should I do it?” Still with his  foot sticking off the ledge.

  “Yeah,jump.-I’ll shoot you on the way down.” Pope begins, pointing the drill at the other boy shutting one of his eyes,pretending to aim.

 “oh you’ll shoot me?” the other boy uses his fingers to mimic Pope,a playful smirk on his face.“No balls!” I shout at the dark haired boy,

 “you won’t,do it.”

 ”Oh and you will?” JJ finally chiming in.

”Yea,you wanna see.” I playfully bark back.Attempting to climb the bars to the top only reaching the first bar as Kie comes out of the house after exploring what is built of the house.

“Get down bub.” Kie says as she jokingly smacks my ass. 

“They’re gonna have Japanese toilets with towel warmers.”

I jump down wrapping my arms around her neck from behind her as she walks.

“Of course.Why wouldn’t they?” JJ rolls his eyes.

“This used to be a turtle habitat ,but who cares about the turtles,I guess.”

I squeeze her cheeks from behind her, mushing them together as I lean on her shoulder. “Sorry about the turtles,babe.” still with my hands on her face as she swats at them.

“Are you though?” JJ’s eyebrows raising knowingly.“Well...I can’t have cold towels, that would just be despicable!” Fake British accent coming out...Very bad one might I say.

Taking a quick glance at John B ,I notice he’s still balancing on one foot,with a beer in his hand. “Yo! Don’t drop that beer dude!” I climbed up to where JJ was sitting, getting behind him taking his hat. 

”I’m not giving you another one.”JJ says, directing the statement at John B , “He tickles my sides as I try to give him a wet willy. “chill..chill.” I mutter trying to catch my breath from laughing,while I place his hat on his head. 

I sit down beside him and lean my upper body in his lap as he begins playing with my hair.

”WOAH-Oh ,shit!” John B  dropping his beer.”Of course you did-smooth.” JJ waves his hands dramatically “Right after you said it too.”I laugh loudly.

“Hey!”

“Hey,uh,security’s here.” Pope says almost as if it weren’t a big deal.

 “You’re early today ladies!”I yell out to the security guards climbing down after JJ slowly.

“Lets go humpty dumpty.” the other boy climbing down after us. “Is that you, Gary?”I call out laughing maniacally at the fact that I could recognize the man. 

JJ grabs my sides rushing me to jump down the railing.“Gary good to see you, man!” I yell teasingly. Kie playfully ruffles my hair nudging me in front but I stay in place next to JJ. 

“You’re just asking for it Kid.”JJ bumps my elbow with a wide smile.

”Lets go!” I yell running in front of Kie,making me behind JJ. Laughing and loud wooping comes from us as we run from security feeling free.Moments like these are ones I cherish.

Having fun with my friends,and feeling on top of the world as the adrenaline pumps throughout my veins.We run down the stairs hollering out random noises playfully.At the end of the stairs JJ and I run towards one of the guards unknowingly.

“Hey!Stop!” 

JJ dodges the man twirling around him heading back towards the rest of the bunch,me hot on his trail.  “Not much of a hugger,man!” JJ laughs dodging another man,

“But,I am!” I jump on The man's back causing him to spiral before I jump over his head following JJ.

“They’re going out front!”

“Go, Pope!” 

”GO!” 

I pick up my pace ,catching up to the two boys.Pope jumps over falling onto his stomach in a coughing mess, JJ jumps over after . “Get up Pope.”

 JJ helps me over the fence as I look back “Fatso’s coming!” I grab Pope’s collar and pull him up as well as JJ’s wrist to get them to start running.

“Come here you little pricks!”

John B intercepts our running ”Bus is leaving.” he states in a monotone voice. JJ and Pope jump in quickly.

”Yo I wanna have some fun.”I skip backwards watching as the twinkie begins driving forward.”Get in!” Pope yells annoyingly but I tell John B to drive a smidge faster

.”C'mere boy,Come on! you’re so close,Yes you are!” I yell out to the man acting as if he’s a puppy as he runs behind me out of breath.

”Ight slow down!Coming in for the landing captain!” 

I run faster up to the sliding door.I take JJ’s outstretched hand,he pulls me up effortlessly.I wrap my arm around his waist, the both of our bodies hanging out of the van teasing the man before tossing him a beer.

”They don’t pay you enough bro” I laugh watching the man finally stop,”Y/n,stop.Stop.

”Kie says.I lean down kissing her cheek before sitting down beside her as JJ shut the sliding door.

  “Oh, come on. That sort of initiative is just begging to be punished.”

“Initiative’s a big word. Surprised you used it correctly.”I giggle having fun teasing the blonde boy.

“whatever.”JJ laughs laying his head on my stomach. “Get up real quick”I pat JJ’s cheek.

“Kie,My beautiful friend,my love,my favorite person in the world?” I smile looking at the girl as the boys playfully scoffed knowing I was only playing around.

“Yes,Y/n?”She looks at me questionably as I scoot in between her legs, sat on the bench behind the driver's seat.

“Can you pwetty pwease, braid my hair?”I give her puppy dog eyes ,shifting my head to see her face behind me. “Yes.”she says as she begins combing her fingers in my hair.

“Okay,you can lay back down now” I grab JJ’s arm pulling him to rest his head back on me once again.This time he lay his head on my chest,I play with his hair absentmindedly while Pope stares amusingly. 

“You’re boobs are comfortable...” JJ says while closing his eyes.I shove him off me, pushing him away with my foot; 

A chorus of “Dude”,and “really,JJ”’s being heard inside the van.”What?What’d I say” JJ asks, looking at everyone before trying to lay back down on my chest,failing as I pull his head into my lap instead laughing at the boy.

A/n:This was kinda short in my opinion,The other parts will be much longer considering how much you guys like it (If you even see it.:)I ended it kinda awkward ,idk give me advice please,about anything and everything. 

[kiwi-bitchez]

Ahoy-hoy. Yo so I got cheated on and TBH I can't smile. Idk if you're taking requests, but maybe write me a revenge-fuck sort of story? Sorry if you're not taking asks.

Hello! Don’t apologize, my asks are always open!! Thank you for sharing this with me, my heart really goes out to you. I’ve been cheated on before so I know how shitty you must feel. Sending you lots of love and also this fic. Not sure if I really captured the spirit of “revenge fucking” cuz this ended up being kinda #soft… but I hope you like it!

Manual Labor

Coffeeshop!AU / Carpenter!Tom

Word Count: 6.4K

Warnings: smut, the usual, oral, swearing, cheating, ex-boyfriends being shitty, lots of tea

Summary: After being cheated on you can’t seem to see the brighter side of things. That is until a familiar British carpenter comes into your work to fix some things. You bring him tea and things go a little better this time…

Dating in your twenties can be difficult. Everyone is at different stages in their lives, and everyone wants different things. Some people are looking for commitment, others just for hookups. So when you find someone who sticks, who wants the same things as you, it feels really nice.

Well, it feels really nice until they cheat on you after a whole year of dating. You would be foolish to say you thought he had been “the one,” but you really thought the two of you had clicked on a deep level. You were both mature, career-driven, hardworking, and caring people. Right? Well, it seemed so at the time.

But somehow you find yourself buried under seven layers of duvet blanket, bawling your eyes out on a Tuesday afternoon. It had all happened so fast, you hadn’t even had time to be emotional about it until it was all over. You kept running through your head what you had done wrong, what you could have done better.

Thursday rolls around and you realize its about time you show back up at work. Thankfully your boss is a sweetheart and told you to take all the time you needed. You tried to go into work the day after it all went down and ended up crying into someone’s coffee order.

You had cried all your tears and ate all your ice cream, and decided it was about time to rejoin society. Rolling out of bed you throw on your typical work outfit, black jeans and a t-shirt. You look in the mirror and try to splash some cold water on your face to kill the puffiness under your eyes.

Some mascara helped, and a little bit of lipgloss never hurt either. Once you were presentable enough, you make your way over to your job at the local coffee shop. Your coworkers all greet you with big smiles and empathetic hugs. It was obvious what you were going through, but you appreciated their support. You just wished everything would go back to normal.

“I never liked him anyways,” your closest work friend Margret admits, “I always thought you could do so much better.”

“Thanks Marg,” you don’t bother to look up from the pastry labels you were making, trying to signal that you really weren’t in the mood to talk about it.

Everyone kept telling you the same things, “He wasn’t good enough for you,” “You can do so much better,” “Fuck him.” Although you wanted to believe everyone, to be the badass independent woman you thought you were, you couldn’t help but well up with tears every time someone brought him up.

You manage to get through the week. Each day consisting of a little less crying and a little less binge eating, you slowly get back into your regular routine. Well, your regular routine excluding him of course.

It’s a slow afternoon, only a few customers dotted the coffee shop, most on their laptops doing work or having private conversations. You had zoned out, thinking about your schedule for the week, balancing school and work, as you stood behind the register waiting for another lonely customer to come in.

Your hand pressed into your cheek, leaning your weight onto your hand, you mindlessly stared at the wooden floor.

“Excuse me,” a strange accent asks from behind the counter. When had someone come in? Why hadn’t you noticed?

“Is Anna around? I’m the handyman here to fix the countertop,” his voice was like red velvet cake, and brought you right out of your trance.

“Anna’s right in the back, I’ll get her for you,” you answer his question instinctively before taking a moment to recognize the familiar face in front of you. You recall him from a few months ago, he was a carpenter who had come in to do some renovations over the summer.

His name was Tom. That you couldn’t forget. It had been a blistering hot summer day and he had come in to take a look at some part of the shop, something that had needed fixing. He went to the same school as you but worked part-time for a local carpenter.

He had assessed the damage and assured your boss Anna that he could start right away, only needing the rest of the day to fix up what needed mending. He had been wearing a white t-shirt that clung slightly to his body with sweat from the heat. He was good looking and certainly attracted the attention of most people in the vicinity, especially as he worked with the tools from his belt. You couldn’t help but stare for a second.

But only a second. Your boyfriend, ex-boyfriend, often spent his time in between classes at the coffee shop visiting you. He always sat at the table closest to the counter so you could talk to him when business was slow. That’s why you stared for only a second.

After around two hours, you decided to go over to him. He had been working tirelessly, and the exhausting heat must have been getting to him.

“You drink coffee?” you ask, causing him to stop drilling at whatever he was fixing.

“I drink tea, darling,” he responds, causing you to notice his thick accent.

“How do you take it?” you blush a little, as his dark brown eyes looked directly into yours as he answered your question. You figured you were just being nice, he was working really hard and looked like he could use a break, that’s all.

You quickly made your way back behind the counter, whipping up a cup of tea and a blueberry muffin that he hadn’t asked for but you were sure he’d appreciate.

“Thanks love,” he said appreciatively as you set it down on the table closest to him.

“On the house,” you smile back at him, “for all your hard work.”

You hadn’t thought too much of the interaction, just a nice gesture you felt like doing. Your boyfriend had thought otherwise, however.

“What the fuck was that?” he hisses at you, barely above a whisper from the other side of the counter.

“What?” you ask back, fully not knowing what he was angry about.

“Were you trying to make me look stupid?” he says a little louder this time.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” his tone worried you.

“You’re just gonna flirt with that guy right in front of me, do you think I’m an idiot?” his voice was rising in volume and you were starting to get nervous that the people in the café could hear you.

“Babe, I was just being nice, he’s working really hard,” your voice is back at a whisper, trying to encourage him to do the same.

“No, you always do this, you think you can make me jealous by being a fucking slut and flirting with every guy you see. Stop it, it’s not cute and it doesn’t work y/n,” his tone was abrasive and you could feel the eyes of everyone staring at you. You could feel tears well up in your eyes as his words burned into you.

“It wasn’t like that,” your voice cracked, “I promise it wasn’t like that.”

“Yeah, whatever you say,” he responds loudly and sarcastically as he slams his laptop shut and shoves it in his bag.

“Guess I’ll see you later,” his voice was still sharp.

You watched him stomp out of the small shop, tears threatening to spill from your eyes.

“I’m sorry,” Tom had mouthed to you as your eyes made their way to him in the doorway.

“It’s okay,” you had mouthed back before running to the break room and begging Margret to cover for you as you cried in the bathroom.

This memory hit you like a ton of bricks as you saw Tom again, standing at the counter. Your ex had always been jealous like that. At the time you thought of it as “protective,” and “loving,” rather than seeing it as “possessive” and “manipulative.”

“She should be right over here,” you say a little slowly, your eyes not leaving his face. You were taking it in, the curve of his jaw and the angle of his smile, the same warm look he had given you all those months ago.

“Hey Anna, the carpenter is here,” you pop your head into the back room.

She shuffles out and greets Tom, shaking his hand quickly before showing him over to the area that needed fixing.

You sit blankly at your register, tending to the few customers who came in, somehow without taking your eyes off of Tom. Seeing him just reminded you of that day, reminded you of how your ex had humiliated you and made you cry, how he had been so rude and controlling.

Seeing Tom made something switch in your brain. Everyone was right. Fuck him. Fuck that guy and fuck what he had done to you. You were done crying over someone who would cheat on you, over someone who clearly didn’t love you the way you deserved to be loved. Everyone who was spewing clichés at you was right. You did deserve better.

Somehow through these thoughts, your hands had taken over while your mind ran in circles. Before you could even realize what you were doing, you were standing in front of Tom with a cup of tea and a blueberry muffin.

“Um,” you stutter out, not entirely sure what you were doing, “If I remember correctly, this is how you take your tea.”

His attention is pulled from the countertop, brown curs slightly pressed to his sweaty forehead, biceps filling out the sleeves of his shirt perfectly. Those perfect brown eyes boring into you once again.

“You remembered,” he said with a genuine smile, “that’s amazing, thanks a bunch love.”

You set the tea down next to him and stare for a second, not wanting the conversation to be over.

“You should hurry back though, if your boyfriend is here again,” he says quietly with a bit of concern.

“Oh,” you were taken aback, the implications of your action hitting you, “Oh, um, he, uh, we… aren’t together anymore. He doesn’t come here.”

“That’s a bit of relief then,” Tom says, putting down his tool belt and picking up the tea to blow on it, “that guy was a bit of a prick if I do say so myself.”

“Yeah,” you laugh a little, looking down at your feet, “bit of a prick.”

“This may be a bit out of line,” he takes a short sip before continuing, “but I didn’t like the way he spoke to you.”

“Not out of line,” you shake your head, “he was being an ass to you too, I’m sorry you were put in that awkward position last time you were here, I wanted to apologize.”

“Don’t apologize for a thing love, you’re much better off without him,” although he was essentially a stranger, his words seemed sincere.

“Ever since he cheated on me I feel like that’s all I hear,” you say with a laugh, your breath hitching in your throat when you realize what you had said. You weren’t really thinking, and this boy made you a little nervous, it had just slipped out.

“Oh, I- I’m sorry to hear that,” he said with a softer voice, “I-”

“Sorry,” you cut him off, “that was weird of me to say, you don’t even know me, sorry I’m like, dumping my personal problems onto you.”

You laughed nervously, wanting to clear the air. He looked at you with genuine sympathy. He had experienced first-hand how much of an ass your ex had been, and you seemed so sweet, remembering his café order and bringing it over to him when you truly didn’t have to.

“Thank you for the tea,” he said, taking another sip, “you smile a little brighter without him around.”

Your cheeks grew hot at his comment and all you could do was grin at him and scurry back to your position at the register. You bury your face in your hands, running through the conversation you just had over and over. You felt so stupid, yet at the same time strangely confident. The way he looked at you, smiled when you smiled, made your heart flutter. Were you imagining this? Was he just being nice?

You kept stealing glances over to where he was working. He would occasionally catch you and smile back, his eyes crinkling at the corners and his cheeks pink. You held your breath every time, wanting to go back over to talk to him. But you were at work, and so was he. So you continued to make lattes, and he continued to fix the countertop.

You start to clean up, throwing out old coffee filters and wiping down dirty tabletops. You start counting money in the register when you’re startled by a figure in front of the register.

“What do I owe you for the tea,” he asks, your face gets hot even before looking up at him.

“Come on, you know it’s on the house,” you respond with a smile.

“Now this isn’t fair,” he starts playfully, “you’ve given me two free drinks now. The gentlemen in me feels it's my responsibility to buy one for you now. It’s the least I can do.”

“You can make me a cup of tea anytime,” your response slips out before you can even filter yourself.

“In that case, let me know when you’re free. I’ve got jasmine, mint, earl grey, English breakfast…”

“I’m more of a chamomile girl,” you were completely unsure where this flirt was coming from, “you know, sleepytime tea.”

“In that case my flat is right around the corner,” he laughs.

“My shift ends in ten if you’re willing to wait around…”

“Yes, yeah, of course, I’ll be right outside,” he gestures out the door and hurries to gather his work tools.

Your eyes grow a little wide when you process what you had just said. Where was this found confidence coming from? Where the fuck could you find some more? And fast???

You finish cleaning up and hang your apron on the hook, giving a shout goodbye to your coworkers as you hurry out the door. Part of you hopes this had all been a joke and he would be nowhere to be found, the other part of you desperately looked for him in the parking lot.

A thud in your heart comprised of half relief and half panic hits as his hand waves to you from his car.

“Hey, you,” he calls over, “you still want that cup of tea?”

You jog over to his car and lean down to his open window, “I’m not sure London boy, I work at a café, I can make a pretty good cup of tea for myself,” there it was again, the flirty courage.

“Oh, but you’ve never had tea made by a real Englishmen, have you? You don’t know what you’re missing out on.”

“You make a compelling argument. Can I follow you to your place?” you nod over to where your car is parked.

“Sure thing, it's not too far from here.” He gives you a cheeky smile that makes the corners of your mouth turn up.

You can’t stop smiling as you hurry over to your car, starting it and not even bothering to pick out music before putting it into drive. Your mind starts whirling a thousand miles a minute as you follow his black car to his apartment. What the fuck were you doing? You barely even know this guy. But god, he’s so hot. And nice. And funny. Fuck.

Suddenly you’re parked next to him, turning the key and stepping out of your car in front of his building.

“Made it alright?” god, that accent. This boy was going to be the death of you.

“I’m Tom by the way,” he flashes you another one of those perfect smiles as you walk side by side to his building entrance.

“I know,” you realized how weird that sounded, “um, I know because you’re the carpenter we always hire,” you try to laugh it off, “I’m y/n.”

“Lovely to formally meet you y/n,” he opens the door for you, “I really appreciate all the free snacks you’ve given me. I always love doing business at your café. For more reasons than one.”

He presses the elevator button and stands close to your side as the two of you wait for the numbers to count down. You step into the small elevator, looking over at Tom as he presses the button of his floor.

“I’m sure you’re tired of hearing this,” he turns to you, “but that guy was a real dumbass for letting a girl like you go.”

“Thanks,” you can’t help but stare at the floor, “I’m not tired of hearing it as long as it’s coming from you.”

He laughs a little at your comment. He has a certain way of making you feel comfortable, of reassuring you with a laugh or a smile when you think you’ve said something stupid.

The elevator dings at his floor and he saunters out over to his apartment door. Your heart rate begins to pick up as he opens the door, not knowing what to expect. You walk in and take off your shoes and put your bag down on a coatrack.

He walks into his small kitchen and immediately puts on a pot of water. Part of you is relieved. He actually wants to make you tea.

“I moved to the states a little over a year ago,” he starts to rummage though his cabinet, pulling out boxes of tea, “everything is pretty nice here, except there isn’t really anywhere to get a decent cup.”

“Hey!” you protest, “I make alright tea.”

“Your tea is alright…” he jokes, “but its nothing compared to home.”

“That’s not fair,” you sit down on a stool across the kitchen from him, “it’s like apples and oranges.”

“Why can’t fruit be compared?”

You fall into an easy back and forth with him, finding the same things funny, laughing at each other’s comments and jokes. You can’t help but stare at his arms as he pours the hot liquid, at the way his tongue pokes out between his teeth in concentration.

“Here you go love,” he hands you a cup, “one genuine cup of tea made by a real Brit.”

You hold the cup in your hands but pay no attention to your own tea as he takes his first sip. You hadn’t flirted with anyone in so long. You didn’t have a reason to. This all felt strange and foreign to you, like you were thirteen again.

“Thank you,” you say quietly, still watching the curve of his jaw as he sipped his cup.

“What do you mean ‘thank you,’ you haven’t even tried it yet,” he gestures to your full cup.

“Not for the tea,” you bring your eyes to meet his, “but thank you for that too. I mean thank you for being so nice to me. For listening to me even though I’m so all over the place. I just… I just haven’t had anyone treat me like this in a really long time and I just wanted to say thank you.”

“Hey,” he brings a hand up to your knee, making you shiver a little, “you can thank me for the tea, but you don’t have to thank me for the common curtsey of being a decent person. You deserve to be listened to and taken care of, that you don’t ever have to thank me for.”

You feel your heart jump into your throat. You had never thought of that, of holding yourself to that standard. Your ex had been an ass to you time and time again, and you always came up with a reason as to why it was your fault. Even when he cheated, your mind went to what you had done wrong or how you could have been better. Fuck that. There was a boy right in front of you who was showing you what your worth was. Being treated like a true human being shouldn’t be rewarded, it should be expected.

“I-” your voice was caught in your throat, “you’re really nice. And cool. And you make really good tea.” You laugh, and he joins you.

“I would very much like to kiss you,” he brings his hand from your knee up to where your hand is placed on your cup, “I also think you are really nice, and cool, and although it is hard for me to admit, you make some good tea too.”

You lean over to him, tentatively waiting for him to meet you halfway. His hand moves up your arm to the side of your face, the skin of his palm was rough and warm against you. Your eyes slowly shut as he pulls your face to his, soft lips meeting yours.

Kissing him for the first time felt like the brisk ocean water hitting you with a wave. Sucking you under and pulling you back up, ice cold yet exhilarating. You pull away from the kiss, letting the wave roll back out to sea, the next wave close on the horizon.

You had never felt such a breath of fresh air, his lips meeting yours again and pulling you back in.

“Is this okay,” he whispers into you, hands cupping either cheek, tea long forgotten.

“Yeah,” you respond, wanting nothing more than to kiss him again, “more than okay.”

You can feel his body shift as he stands up from the stool, his chest coming closer to yours, his face leaning more into the kiss. Your hands make way up his arms, the perfect biceps that you had admired from afar in the coffee shop more than once before.

You press deeper into the kiss, addicted to the feeling of his lips on yours. You were getting pulled further and further in, and you couldn’t bother to look back. You let his tongue slip into your mouth as your hand dances up to his neck, playing with the curls that framed his face.

“Can we go to your bedroom?” you find yourself asking with eyes still closed, lips barely released from his.

“Mhmmm,” he mumbles into your lips, reconnecting them once again, seemingly as addicted as you, “only if that’s what you want, if you’re sure.”

“I’m sure,” you respond a little too quickly, “I’m so fucking sure.”

His strong hands grip underneath your legs that dangle off the stool where you sat, slowly lifting you up to meet his height, legs wrapping firmly around his torso. Your lips never detach as he carries you down the hall, your tongue rolling against his in perfect harmony.

He places you delicately on his bed, cool sheets beneath your skin causing goosebumps to rise. You can’t get enough of the feeling of his hair tangled between your fingers. You run them up and down his scalp, gathering his locks in your hands as you go. He kisses you like he means it.

“I want you to know,” he whispers in your ear, a deep gravely tone, different and sexier than his speaking voice, “that I want to make you feel good, so much better than that guy ever made you feel.”

He juts his hips into yours, causing a moan to catch in the back of your throat.

“Please,” is all you can manage to say before lurching forward, meeting his open mouth with yours again.

His hands are rough and strong, feeling amazingly foreign as they make their way up your legs, dancing underneath the hem of your top. He presses his palms down into you, causing your back to arch into him as you kiss.

You take initiative to remove your top, to show him that you really want him. You toss it over your head, not bothering to notice where it lands. His lips dip down to your jawline, training kisses from the corner of your mouth down to the soft spot on your neck. His thumbs continue to rub soothing circles into the flesh of your torso, slowly making their way up.

You mimic his actions and detangle your hands from his hair to feel underneath his t-shirt. His skin was tight and warm and smooth under your hands. He was taking his time with you, moving slowly but with purpose.

You tug at his shirt, signaling that you wanted it off. He got your message and pulled it off by the back of the neck. You couldn’t help but stare with gawking eyes, you had truly never seen a body this nice so closely, let alone touched one.

He had a cocky smirk on his face, knowing well how hot he is. All you could do is bite your lip and laugh a little, completely unsure how you ended up in this amazing position.

“Manual labor does a body good,” he says with a chuckle before leaning back down to your chest, resuming his trail of wet kisses that were now dipping into the valley of your breasts.

“You’re telling me,” you comment back as your eyes flutter shut a little, feeling his thighs tense up underneath your legs.

He looks up at you for permission before pushing your bra up, kissing and nipping at your skin. He left red blotchy marks that caused a pool to form in your panties. Your hips continue to buck and roll into his, feeling his hardening cock press through his pants onto your leg.

He continues his journey south, taking pit stops to suck at the skin around your ribs, on your stomach, above your hips.

“Can I?” He asks before hooking his thumbs under the waistline of your jeans. You lift your butt to help him slide them off, head in a complete daze. His hands run up and down your legs as they had before, less barriers between you this time. He continues to kiss at the skin on your hips and down into your thighs as his hands slowly spread your legs open for him.

He spent time teasing and licking around your underwear, never quite moving in to where you wanted him most. Leaving a purple hickey on your thigh, he soothes it over with his tongue as he brings his hand up to your underwear, stroking up and down your slit through the fabric.

You cant help but twitch under his touch. He was moving agonizingly slow, and you could feel the dampness in your underwear soaking through to his fingers. Unexpectedly he licks a stripe up the cotton, mouthing at your lips through your underwear.

A breathy moan leaves your throat as your head rolls back, begging him to take them off. He slides a finger around the seams and runs it through your slick folds, loving the way you were already so wet for him.

He follows the row of red marks he had left down your leg again with his tongue as he slowly pulled your underwear down. Every time you looked down at him you felt yourself clench around nothing in anticipation.

Finally, you feel his warm tongue run from your inner thigh to your core, licking wide stripes up and down before dipping into you. His name leaves your mouth mixed with heavy breaths, your hands searching for his arms or his hair, or anything to grip onto as he licked slow circles around your clit.

“Holy shit,” you choke out as he slips a finger into you, curling it upwards perfectly.

You feel him smirk into you, knowing the effect he was having on you. You like his confidence, and the way he was taking his time, building your orgasm up slowly. A second finger joins the first curled up against your walls and your hips drag against his expert tongue.

Any worries you had were melted away, all your stress, your anxieties, your negative thoughts that seemed to haunt you more often than you would like, suddenly sunk away and all you could think was his name, over and over.

You feel your thighs push back as he presses his face deeper into you, licking and pushing his fingers in a perfect rhythm. He could feel your walls tighten around his fingers, knowing that your high was close.

“Fuck Tom, I’m-” you couldn’t even bear to finish your thought as your orgasm crashed over you, that perfect wave of pleasure pulling you out and pushing you back in. He knew just when to speed up and when to pull back, letting you ride out your orgasm on his face, lapping up your juices and kissing back up your thighs, finally meeting your face, two fingers remaining inside your pulsing opening.

“Holy shit,” you giggle out, “you’re really fucking good at that.”

“I told you I wanted to make you feel good,” he kisses into your neck, finally dragging his fingers out of you and running them softly up your skin, “and how can I not when you look so gorgeous like this.”

You manage to swing your shaky legs over him, moving on top to press your chest flat against his. Now it was your turn to leave open mouthed kisses all along his neck. That perfect jawline begging to be sucked on.

Your hand snakes down to his hard member, fiddling with the button of his pants.

“You don’t have to, if you’re tired,” he mumbles into you as you feel around in his pants.

“I’m yours, if you’ll have me,” you whisper back into his ear, finding his cock fitting perfectly in your hand.

He kissed you with a new hunger and passion, hands gripping at the roots of your hair and pulling your face into his as you slowly jerk him off. Low guttural moans growling in the back of his mouth as your tongue swirled around his.

He kicks his pants off, and you push the band of his boxer briefs down as well, exposing his perfect cock. It was pink and dripping precum, begging to be sucked on. You run your thumb over his tip, loving the way his body tensed under your touch.

You find yourself down between his legs, licking a long stripe up the underside of him. You swirl your tongue around his tip while making eye contact with him, his head tossing back once you finally sink your mouth down onto his length.

He had teased you relentlessly, so you decide to tease back. You jerk the base of him off slowly as you run your tongue in all sorts of patterns clockwise and counterclockwise around his sensitive tip, only sinking back down when he bucked his hips up into your mouth.

“Fuck, y/n,” his voice was weak, “can I fuck you, can I please fuck you.”

His eyes finally focus back down to meet yours, the sight of your lips wrapped perfectly around his cock make it twitch.

You detach your lips with a pop and give him a nod, taking your swollen lip in between your teeth. Suddenly his hands are on your shoulders, pressing you down into the mattress as he kisses you hotly, sucking onto your bottom lip.

He rubs circles on your clit with one hand as the other fumbles over to his bedside drawer to find a condom. You lay back with your legs pushed up for him, back arched, fully ready and open for him. He runs his rubber tip up and down your soaking folds a few times, making you beg for him before slowly pushing into you.

You moan into his neck, biting down on his shoulder to silence yourself as he bottoms out inside you. His slow movements give you time to adjust to his size before you meet his lips again with yours, telling him to fuck you harder.

One hand takes place on your inner thigh, pressing your leg into the mattress to angle you perfectly for him to fuck into you, the other remaining on your clit. He picks up his pace and starts thrusting deep and hard into you, properly fucking the shit out of you.

You could tell he liked it when you moaned his name and told him how good he was making your feel, always thrusting a little deeper when you would make noises. It wasn’t long before you felt the pit on your stomach grow hot again, threatening to spill over at any given moment.

“Please don’t stop,” you whine, “you’re gonna make me come again, fuck.”

Your eyes scrunch shut as he rubbed a little harder onto your clit, causing your walls to flutter around him, gripping his cock with every muscle you had. Your eyes roll back into your head, his mouth hanging wide open as he watches you come and writhe underneath him. He doesn’t let up on his pace, fucking you thoroughly through your second orgasm.

Your face was flushed and your jaw hung slack as you felt the waves of pleasure crash over you again and again, abdomen tensing up and letting go over and over. The look on his face could have easily made you come again, watching you intently as you shook with pleasure.

He moves his hand from your throbbing clit up to your face, cupping your cheek as he kissed you deeply, teeth grazing over your bottom lip. You felt your sweaty forehead press into his, eyes open and staring directly into his as he continued to pump inside of you.

“Tom,” you manage to say above a whisper, “fuck me harder, please, fuck, please.”

He leans back onto his knees, and with a swift motion, pulling out of you, he flips your leg over and places you on your stomach. Hands gripped tightly on your hips pulling them up slightly to meet his. He easily slips back into you, hitting a new spot inside you this time. You cry out into the mattress, moans silenced by his pillows. Your hands grasp tightly at the sheets, pushing back onto him as he takes you from behind.

One hand on your lower back and the other gripping at the flesh of your ass he fucked into you with incredible stamina and power. You couldn’t even imagine the fucked out expression on your face as he buried himself into you over and over.

You could feel his cock start to twitch and swell inside you, his thrusts becoming harder and more purposeful. With a final push, he presses hips flush to yours as he spills inside the condom

“Oh my god, y/n,” he groans out, rolling himself into you slowly as he continues to reach his peak. All you could do was press your ass back onto him and feel his warmth inside you.

After a few more profanities, he pulls out and discards the condom. He reaches down and helps you up, bringing your body to lay next to his, spooning you with an arm draped over your sweaty form.

You lean your head back onto his shoulder, looking back up at him through tired eyes.

“That,” you start to giggle, “was really fucking good.”

“Yeah,” he buries his face into your neck, taking in the smell of your hair, “I thought so too.”

He continued to hold you in his arms for a few minutes, allowing you both to relax into the post-sex bliss.

“I think… our tea is probably cold.”

You laugh at his comment and roll over to face him.

“Want me to make another pot? For real this time?” He asks, fingers still dancing up and down your skin.

“Sure,” you smile at him, “I’d like that.”

He gets up and throws his underwear back on, giving you a full view of his perfect body standing in front of you.

“You should pee and get cleaned up,” he suggests, “bathroom is just down the hall.”

You take a moment to stretch out and toss your shirt and underwear back on, making your way down the hall. You can hear him moving in the kitchen, and can’t help but replay the events of what just happened over and over in your head.

Slipping quietly out into the kitchen, you take your seat back on the stool, looking much more disheveled than you had when you sat on it earlier.

“You’re beautiful,” he says with unwavering confidence as he hands you another cup of tea. You blush at his comment and look down at the cup in your hands. You take a sip, letting the hot liquid coat your throat, dry and sore from moaning his name.

“Thank you,” you look up at him, “for the tea.”

“You’re welcome,” he laughs, “I very much like you, and would like to see you again. If you want.”

You smile and nod at him, happy that this wouldn’t be the last time you saw him. He rifled through a drawer, pulling out a pad of paper and scribbling his number down. He folds the paper in half and hands it to you over the counter.

After finishing your tea you get dressed and gather your things. He walks you to your car and kisses you before you open the door, lips lingering on yours.

“You’ll call me?” he asks, you assure him that you will.

“I’ll see you sometime soon,” you wave as he walks back to his building. You cant wipe the smile off your face the whole drive home, head on cloud nine. You twirl around as soon as you enter your apartment, dancing around to get rid of all your pent-up happy energy. You put your stuff down and go to get a glass of water, your cabinet creaking as you open it.

You didn’t want to seem desperate, but you immediately take out your phone, entering his number into your contacts. He had scrawled his name under the number with a little heart, making your smile spread wider across your face.

Hey, my cabinet door is squeaky: looking to hire a carpenter, know anyone good?

You hit send, hoping he thinks your message is funny and not desperate. Your stomach does a cartwheel as the three typing dots pop up.

Tom: I may know a guy… he can be over your place tomorrow at 6?

[joelthedinosaur]

Ridin' High | Part Two

Joel Miller x OC

Part one here

Warnings: angsty old man, language

Word count: hella?? idk man I wrote this in July and then didn't get back on this blog until a few weeks ago...

Cat awoke the next morning to find Joel asleep next to her. Naked. Soft light filtered in through the window as twilight faded.

She groggily rubbed her eyes and pushed herself up off the floor. Embarrassment at what they had done enveloped her.

How could this happen? Fear and shame rose up in her. She barely knew this man.

As she rose, Joel opened his eyes and rolled over. His body stretched languidly on the floor of the cabin.

"Mornin'". He grinned sheepishly at her, a glitter flashing in his hazel eyes. "Sleep well?".

"Joel...". Cat didn't even know where to begin. They had fucked like animals with abandonment. She had never felt so deliciously confused - or sore - in her life.

She averted his gaze and hastily gathered her clothing from the floor. Slipping into the other room, she dressed and attempted to avoid him.

--

Joel sat up from the floor, stiff from lying on the hard ground, and disappointed that Cat seemed ashamed.

Damn, he ought to be ashamed as well. He just fucked a girl half his age. He was a father before this girl was even born.

With a groan, he pushed himself to his feet and dressed. The girl had already rushed out of the cabin to the horses by the time he grabbed his pack.

"Cat, I...". He followed her out onto the porch of the cabin and called out to her. He gently grabbed her shoulder and turned her towards him.

There were tears in his eyes. A tightness gripped him and his heart fell. He still desperately wanted to be close to this girl. Had he hurt her? Did he misread her signals? Hell, she seemed as eager as he the night before.

"I'm sorry. That shouldn't have happened". She choked on her words and tears began to fall from her eyes.

"Hey, hey. Shh. Don't do that". He pulled her to his chest and held her tightly. She went limp against him and sobbed. "Don't apologize. You didn't do anything wrong."

Cat continued to cry into his chest until he tipped her chin up so her eyes met his gaze. "Darlin', that was amazing."

She grinned feebly but the smile was gone as quickly as it had come. Her brow furrowed. "It shouldn't have happened. I'm sure you have someone. I see the way other women look at you". Cat pushed out of his arms and slung herself up onto her horse. "We have a long ride."

Joel sighed heavily. This girl drove him insane. A swirl of emotions filled him and he felt the same electricity from last night fill him again as he stared at her on the mare. Shaking his head, he said no more and mounted his own horse.

Cat made sure to keep a decent distance between him as they rode back to Jackson. She never said a word, and he didn't dare speak up. She rode silently ahead of him and kept her eyes forward.

To his disappointment, she didn't speak to him once they arrived back at the town. She left her mare at the barn and stormed off, stone faced.

Joel led his horse slowly into the barn, brow furrowed. One of the men tending to the horses chuckled softly. "What'd ya do? Piss her off?".

"Guess so," Joel replied.

He didn't see her for the rest of the day.

--

Two weeks went by and Cat managed to avoid Joel almost entirely.

She managed to swap her patrols so they weren't sent out together. Joel hadn't seen her since she stormed off from the barn.

He hoped half-heartedly that she might see him at the dance hall or perhaps walk by his home. His body ached at the thought of her and it hurt him to think that she might be disgusted at what they had done.

A dance was scheduled for later that night. He typically didn't enjoy going, but Ellie asked him to attend. Joel hoped he might at least spot Cat there to see if she was alright.

Music flooded out from the dance hall into the night air. People clapped and swirled around the dance floor in time with the music. Joel sat off to the back against the wall chatting with Tommy and Maria.

He noticed Ellie, Dina, and Jessie across the hall but no sign of Cat. Ellie waved and he raised his glass in greeting to her.

Finally, Cat walked into the dance hall. She stayed far away from him and never met his gaze. She busied herself talking to friends for a few hours. Joel watched as she talked and laughed with the younger men.

He shifted uncomfortably, not even pretending to listen to Tommy talk anymore. His focus was on her.

--

Cat could feel his eyes on her from across the dance hall. Her heart pounded in her chest. She knew he was watching her, but she was too afraid to meet his gaze.

She tried to hold a conversation with the other girls standing around her. Guys her own age milled about, attempting to impress the group of girls with smooth talk or jokes in between drinks.

One guy whose name she honestly couldn't remember was trying his best to impress her with a story about some stunt that he pulled out on a patrol.

She tried to listen politely, but she honestly wasn't interested in whatever he - maybe it was Chad? - had to say. Cat tried to end the conversation and step away but the poor guy wasn't taking no for an answer.

"Hey, why don't you and I go somewhere quieter?". Chad reached for her arm and attempted to pull her towards him.

"No thanks". She tried to pull out of his grasp but he held her firmly. He reeked of beer and a bloom of panic started to spread throughout her stomach.

"Come on, bab-"

A thick southern drawl cut his words off. "I think the lady ain't interested". Cat turned her head and saw that Joel had strode across the room to stand next to them.

Compared to the younger man, Joel was several inches taller and much stronger. A dark scowl furrowed Joel's brow, and his jaw was clenched tightly.

"This is between me and her, old timer". Chad smirked smugly at Joel.

Cat shrank at his touch. She didn't know what was more embarrassing. The fact that she couldn't get away from this creep or that Joel was trying to intervene.

"I'd suggest you back off, boy". A crowd had begun to form around the trio and Tommy began to walk towards them, intending to stop his brother from any fights. "I don't want to repeat myself, son". Joel and the younger boy stared one another down until he finally removed his grasp from Cat and slunk off.

Joel's face never softened as he watched him walk away. He turned his smoldering gaze to her. Whispers spread throughout the crowd around them and Cat's face flushed as people stared. They had only ever seen Joel this protective of Ellie before.

Sighing in frustration, she turned without a word and hastily fled outside leaving Joel standing in the center of the crowd.

--

Joel's face fell as he watched Cat leave the dance.

White hot anger had surged through him when he saw the younger man touching her. He practically had her cornered across the hall.

Joel could see the distress on her face. He had always been a gentleman and didn't mind protecting women from dicks like him, but a hideous pang of jealousy and anger filled him as he had watched the other men around her.

Tommy clapped him on the shoulder after the standoff. "What the hell was that?".

"Nothin'." Joel shook his head and brushed off his brother's hand.

Joel exited the dance hall quietly and scanned the street outside for her presence. He jogged past a row of houses until he finally caught sight of her heading towards her home.

He called out to her softly and the girl stiffened with her back turned to him in the middle of the street. They were standing in the empty street now with no one else around, the sounds of the dance hall faint behind them.

The furrow in his brow calmed slightly as concern clouded his face, but his tone remained gruff. "He had no right to keep touchin' you".

"Joel, just stop". Cat began walking briskly away from him once again.

"I was tryin' to look out for you!" He couldn't help it, but his face was flushed with frustration and his tone rose slightly in defense. "Did you just want me to stand there while he hung all over you?". He stomped after her, his accent sharpening as his temper flared. He was letting his anger show.

"I can't do this, Joel."

He threw his hands up in the air. Women could be so difficult. He was frustrated at how much he cared for her and how distant she seemed.

"This," she turned and gestured her arms between them, "it's unhealthy". She ran her fingers through her hair haphazardly as she met his gaze. Tears pricked the corners of her eyes.

He stepped closer to her. They were on the street they shared now. His house was close. His face softened at the emotions contorting her beautiful face. He lowered his voice, almost sighing as he spoke. "Look...I just want you safe, girl".

She screwed up her face in frustration and groaned. "You need to stay away from me". She threw her hands up in the air. A look of pain and desperation crossed her face.

Joel was quiet for a minute or two. He felt the last bit of anger leave his body and the twinge of disappointment he felt was almost unbearable. "It ain't that easy, darlin'".

He closed the distance between them until he could feel her breath on his face. Tenderly, he took her face in his hands. "I can't handle how much I want you."

Joel pressed his lips to hers and Cat eventually gave in, gently knotting her hands in his hair. "Trust me, you have no idea," she breathed in between kisses.

[euphoric-melloncollie]

little things - t.h

Pairing: Tom Holland x Female Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: angst, swearing, mentions of death, just sad stuff

A/N: idk why I got so inspired to write something so dark but here I am, I'm just happy to post something so let me know what ya think? <3 (it’s a little personal so sorry if some things are oddly specific.) + flashbacks are in italics 

It was the little things.

It was the way he would sit in his car after dropping you off and wait for you to get inside safe.

Even if he was angry at you for slamming the door in his face after screaming at each other for hours in the shell of his car.

It was the way he would sit with you every time you cried, telling you that no matter what happened, no matter what you went through, that he would be there.

Even if the reason you were crying was because of him, he was there for you.

The way he would listen to you talk hours on end about things completely irrelevant to his life, just to hear your voice and know that he was important enough to you to entrust him with your thoughts.

Even if he had heard you talk about it multiple times prior, he always promised to listen.

How when you were feeling down about yourself, he would never fail to remind you of how beautiful, valued, and loved you were.

How when he was away filming, he would never forget to call you every single morning and every night just to tell you he loved you, or keep you up to date on what he was doing.

Even if he was on set for 14+ hours and wanted nothing more than to fall into bed and get as many minutes of sleep as possible before he had to wake up and do it again.

How he not only kept track of your cycle, but knew exactly the off-the-wall cravings you had, the products you preferred, and the way you needed his warmth to help ease your aches - to make sure you never were always well stocked and well cuddled.

How he knew all the lyrics to all the songs from your favorite bands.

How he would memorize all of the cheesy quotes to all of the cheesy rom-coms you repeatedly made him watch just to recite them back to you later when he knew you needed to hear them.

How when you don’t remember to get your regular maintenance done on your car, he takes it in for you so you won’t get pulled over and fined for it later.

Maybe they weren’t little things.

Maybe they were huge things, but you didn’t realize it and that was the issue.

But it was too late.

All the little things, all the big things,

Every single god-forsaken thing that this man was and did for you had consumed you.

The way his tongue would push to the side of his mouth and the way his brows furrowed when he was asked a question that he was trying to process and answer with thought and the utmost of certainty.

The way the wrinkles on the sides of his eyes would appear every single time you made him smile with your puns and obnoxious noise making, or when he’d seen you naked for the first time.

The way his eyes lit up when he would talk about his passions, his aspirations in life, and you.

God his eyes were always as bright as every dying star in the sky when he would talk about you.

What you wouldn’t do to see his eyes light up like that - just one more time.

Just one more time is all you would ask for, because you know you didn’t deserve even that but you would give anything.

You’d give anything to hear his voice one more time. Just once.

The way he would practice his different accents in preparation for a new role. His ever so popular-in-the-bedroom Queens accent. It was always an inside joke between you and your friends, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t a real thing you two dabbled in once or twice.. Or maybe more than you could count.

The way he’d sing to you when your mind wouldn’t shut off long enough for you to fall asleep. Or the way he’d sing with you when you would drive around late at night when the power would go out at your apartment and you couldn’t stand being home.

And god, did you miss his laugh. You would never fail to remind him how his laugh is what made you fall for him in the first place. And how, in return, you making him laugh is what made him fall truly, madly, and deeply in love with you.

But what does all your time together matter now when this happens?

They all mean nothing now.

What does you telling him how much he drove you crazy when he would forget to respond to his work emails, or how he would leave a trail of dirty clothes everywhere - or any other stupid little things you guys would fight about - matter when he finally left you?

It doesn’t matter.

All the little things, all the big things,

They do not matter.

And now you’re left here, completely alone next to a headstone yet to be engraved with the man you once loved’s name and you can’t help but get angry.

Angry that he lied.

Angry that when he said he would be there for you no matter what, no matter what you meant through - that he lied.

Angry that you wasted all of those minutes, hours - days even - hammering him with all of the stupid things in life that shouldn’t matter.

Angry that now you’ll have to walk inside of your home with no one watching you get inside safe.

Angry that you have to cry, grieve, and mourn the man you once loved completely alone.

Furious that you wasted so much time selfishly rambling about irrelevant bullshit, instead of telling him how much him listening to you ramble meant to you.

Furious that you’ll never again hear him say, “I love you. Always and forever,”

Livid because no matter how much you loved him, no matter how much he loved you, that it didn’t matter because he’s gone.

Tom was gone.

The love of your life was gone.

Your best friend, your protector, your partner in crime, your Tommy was gone.

And the last thing you had ever said to him was how you wished you could take it all back because it hurt so much anytime you would think of it all.

Why would you say that?

Why would you say you’d take it all back?

You would do anything to have the constant bickering and long nights back if it meant he was alive and with you.

Your last words to him were eating you alive because you can’t even wrap your head around why you would say them.

But what was even worse than your last words to him were the words he last said to you,

“Why are you doing this?” he had said, a crack in his voice and tear filled eyes, “why are you pushing me away when all I ever try to do for you is make you happy?”

You can’t take this anymore, you remembered thinking to yourself. “Because you’re you, Tom,” you had sighed, fingers scraping tirelessly through your hair, “and I’m me.”

“What the fuck does that even mean Y/n?!” He had never yelled at you like that before that night.

““I love you so, so much. Have I not proved that to you time and time again?” he sounded tired, exhausted from yelling.

“I”m tired of this!!!”

You broke him, you were broken, you could’ve fixed it but you were too selfish to know how.

“I wish I could take it all back, it hurts too much, just erase it all so we weren’t in this situation right now, Tom.”

“I would die for you, Y/n.. You know that right? I wou-,” but you cut him off. You had shoved the door open with your fist and slammed it before running inside, away from his words that you were too afraid to hear.

Those were the last words he had spoken to you before you once again, slammed the door in his face. Right before he had sat, once again, and watched you run into your house making sure you were safe. Right before he had sped off recklessly in his car, the image of the girl he loved most in the world clouding his mind.

And now you’ll live forever in guilt, knowing you couldn’t even let him finish his sentence, his real last words to you.

And you’re sitting there next to the untouched granite telling yourself, those are the last words you deserved.

You didn’t deserve the words you have waiting for you on your phone, on the unopened voicemail marked with his name and the heart he had placed next to it after your first date.

You didn’t deserve to hear his voice again.

You deserved the empty feeling of not knowing what he had to say.

[hyperfics-ation]

(6 Underground fic. idk what to call it. shameless oc insert.) *Police brutality mention*

Films: 6 Underground 2019

Word Count: 1,752

Pairing: billy!four/oc

Description: You were Arianna's first friend in New York City which is why One helped you fake your death when you get into trouble. It's never stated in the story but that's why.

Without anywhere to go, he gives you a home at the base while he assembles his team. Eventually you meet Four and he makes "dying" worth while. 

When One cut all ties to his old life it was because he had a mission. A purpose to fulfill. Same goes for the rest of the team. Each member was handpicked.

Except for you.

You were never part of the plan so you didn't get a number.

Obviously this made introductions a little complicated when One introduced you to Two.

The CIA spook, already dubious about One and his motivations, raised one eyebrow and sized you up quickly.

You smiled awkwardly, sensing that a formal handshake was out of the question. "Just call me Zero," you joked halfheartedly, trying not to fidget under Two's critical gaze.

Just as you broke out in a nervous sweat, Two finally looked away and motioned for One to follow her out of the trailer. It didn't take a genius to figure out what she wanted to discuss privately.

Did One seriously believe it was a good idea to involve a civilian on what was most likely going to turn out to be a suicide mission?

What did a nobody like you really bring to the table, skill-wise?

You didn't have a good answer to either of those questions and honestly neither did One.

Anyway, faking your death had been an experience™ and the adjustment period after had been hard. One hadn't been the most sympathetic. Not outwardly. After all, you were never a part of his grand plan. You were the wrench that got thrown in the plan. You felt kinda bad about that sometimes. 

···

When One was ready to go recruit Two, he thought it best you stay behind. 

"Sure. I'll be fine," you reassured him with a soft smile that didn't quite reach your eyes. 

The expression on his face made it very clear that he did not believe you. But he said nothing, already behind schedule. 

You woke up the next morning bracing yourself to face the next couple of weeks on your own. Except you weren't alone. A big ass dog sat patiently at your bedside, tongue wagging and panting softly with a note tied to his collar. 

Take care of the dog while I'm gone. P.S. Don't let him eat my stuff.  -One. 

You named the dog Wally. 

···

Three's arrival was really something. 

He was the complete opposite of Two. His easy going nature actually reminded you a lot of One. They were alike in a lot of ways, but maybe that's why they did not get along very well. Honestly, you could only stand the both of them in the same room for so long. 

But he was nice. And he talked to you. Your conversations weren't anything particularly deep. One's rules forbid any of you from revealing personal details about your old lives. Mostly you discussed movies and TV shows. 

Regardless, you lived for those benign conversations. They provided a brief intermission to the insane turn your life had taken. 

···

One could tell you were struggling. 

Wally the dog was only so much company.

You were adrift with nowhere to go, no one to turn to. 

Your old life was gone and the only people left in your life was One, Two, and Three. They all had their own issues and it wasn't like you had any shared life experience with the older adults. 

So maybe One had an ulterior motive when he recruited Four. 

The first day the Skywalker showed up with his still healing bruises and luminous blue eyes, you laughed until your face turned red. 

"Skywalker? We're not seriously going to call him that are we?" you wheezed in One's direction, swiping tears from the corner of your eye.

One opened his mouth, the perfect retort poised on his tongue before you swiftly cut him off. 

"Is he a fucking Jedi? Are you are Jedi?" 

Your raucous laughter had faded into barely stifled giggles as you looked at Four. 

He sighed. "Are you done? I need a drink." 

He brushed past you as you were still reeling from the spine tingling deep tenor of his voice paired with that accent. Now your face was flushed for a different reason. 

"Hey, be easy on him. He just watched his own funeral, which was somehow more depressing than a normal funeral should be," One told you, making you feel like a dick. 

···

Five was a godsend. Though, if One ever heard you admit it, you were sure his ego would explode at being compared with a god. 

You were just happy to be around the closest thing to a civilian. 

“You like him, don’t you? Number Four?” she asked you with a knowing grin. 

Almost immediately your face went red. “I don’t know what you mean. Who? Me?” 

Wow. Real subtle, you thought, cringing. 

Yeah, you weren’t fooling anyone, especially Five. You wondered if any of the other ghosts knew about your crush on Four. 

They did. But no one said anything. 

···

Six figured it out within hours of meeting you and proceeded to tease you relentlessly. 

So much for millennial solidarity.  

The longer he was around, though, he  became like an older brother to you. You couldn’t imagine what life would be like without him.

···

With One’s team of ghosts finally assembled, Two insisted on a mandatory training exercise to assess how well everyone worked together. You had no fucking idea why she wanted you to attend this exercise. One had already made it very clear that you were not part of the mission. But you suspected she was actually trying to do you a favor. 

The self defense pointers were useful, you supposed. Being paired with Four was… embarrassing and definitely Two’s idea of a joke. 

On the other hand, you were finally seeing a different side of Four. A more arrogant, carefree side that made you laugh not to mention pine a hundred times harder than you were before. 

Just when you were starting to have fun throwing Four around on a mat, Two steered you towards a makeshift gun range.

It had been a while since you held a gun and considering what happened the last time you did…

Needless to say you were pretty shaky afterwards, teetering on the verge of spiralling into a flashback and Four couldn’t help but notice. 

···

Later, when you were hunkered down in One’s office mindlessly rewatching Leave It To Beaver episodes Four surprised you by joining you. 

He didn’t say anything for a while, content to just sit and watch the little TV as you tried to ignore him. 

"So how did you get pulled into all this, really?" he spoke up, finally as the credits started rolling. 

You took your time answering. That was the billion dollar question that One had repeatedly forbid any of them from answering. Except, you wanted to tell someone if only to justify being a ghost. If you could get anyone on the team to believe that someone as unremarkable as you wouldn't be here if you had a choice. 

You steadfastly avoided looking into his curious green eyes. 

"I grew up in a small town. I was fairly popular in school. Got good grades. I was accepted into a good University in a big city..." 

Oh boy, you were veering into monologue territory and you could feel the old wounds tearing open. 

"There was… this cop. At a protest. He assaulted me and it was... bad. I woke up in the hospital with this guy telling me to keep my mouth shut. He… he threatened me. For weeks. Him and his buddies. Painted me as a criminal even though I didn’t fucking do anything wrong.  Finally I just said 'fuck it' and made a whole video about what this asshole did to me. Which turned out to be a mistake. Shocker, I know. He cornered me the next day and he was drunk-" 

You bit your lip hard, desperately fighting back tears. Four’s gaze burned where you could feel it on your face. God, what was he thinking right now? You wanted to know. He had been silent so far, listening intently as you told him about the worst moment of your life.

“Fucking pigs,” he muttered under his breath, his lip curling in disgust. 

Swallowing the lump of emotion building in your throat, you continued, "I defended myself. And that's how One found me. Over this cop's dead body. I was going to go to jail because who would ever believe I killed a cop in self defense? So, One helped me fake my death and gave me a second chance. To this day, I still have no idea why he was there when I needed him the most. It wasn't even to recruit me. He just helped me because he could. The whole Turgistan thing came later."  

At last, you glanced at Four from the corner of your eye to see his reaction. 

His brows were knitted together and he had a serious expression on his face you weren’t accustomed to seeing him sport before. 

“I’m glad One was there to help you or I might not have ever met you.” 

This boy was too good to be true. 

“I'd like to get to know you better, if that’s alright.” 

You were quietly crying at this point, but you nodded, smiling through the tears. “I’d like that.” 

Read Part II here

[wkemeup]

A New Start

summary: Woken from a nightmare plagued with memories from his time in Hydra, Bucky finds himself standing at a mirror at 3am holding a pair of scissors, determined to cut away the strongest connection he has left to that time. His hair. 

pairing: bucky x reader

word count: 3.2k

warnings: mild torture/humiliation (in the nightmare), PTSD 

authors’s note: so clearly I saw the new falcon and winter soldier poster 😅and I am # team short hair Bucky because cutting his hair is symbolic AF !! I wrote this in like an hour and idk if its any good but I was inspired by a text post so... here we are lol. do you guys have thoughts??

The soldier didn’t know his own name.

He didn’t know memories from stories or his mother’s face or where he came from. He didn’t know how he got here or if this was all he ever was, if maybe he was something else before the mask and the silver arm and the rifle they shoved into his hand.

He only knew Hydra.

He knew the cold, dark room they kept him in, and he knew the coffin they’d shove him inside where the air crystalized around him until he was ice and he lost years under.

He had no memories of something kinder to draw on when his handler of the week would walk through the door of his cell carrying a weapon in effort to assert dominance. He was prepared for the beatings, knew they were coming because it was what every handler did, each with a need to prove that they could control the soldier. It bolstered their ego to believe the soldier submitted to them willingly, like it was because of their emboldened strength that he followed orders and not because of the punishments that followed if he didn’t.

This time as the door opened, it was a man he recognized. He couldn’t remember much beyond the long baton the handler kept gripped tight in his right hand and the electric shock that sparked on the end when he’d press the silver button. He’d used it on the soldier twice before when he failed to complete his mission. What the mission was, he couldn’t remember. He only remembered the sharp sting of the electric current and the violent spasms in his muscles. He remembered pain.

The man crossed the room, stalking his prey, and the soldier tried to keep steady. He knew better than to stand. That intimidated the handlers. It gave them a reason to fear him, reason to punish him. So, he stayed on the ground, kneeling, because he’d learned to make himself small. They liked it when he was afraid.

“I’ve got an assignment for you,” the man growled, thick German accent and a slur of his lips. The soldier smelled alcohol and wondered if this man was meant to be in his room at all. From the door, he spotted two men stumbling in, holding onto the wall for support and laughing amongst themselves. One carried a brown bottle in his hand.

A boot was stuck out in front of the soldier’s face and he raised an eyebrow questioningly.

“Kiss it,” the handler taunted, a sickening smirk curling up on his lips.

The soldier didn’t move for a moment, just staring at the shoe before slowly drawing his eyes back up to the handler. The man’s cheeks were flushed red, his lids drooping lazily over his eyes as he turned back to his friends with a hearty laugh echoing the room.

The soldier didn’t have many memories to draw on, but he knew humiliation when he felt it. He recognized the sharp ache in his stomach and the heat in his face. He knew these men were off the clock and they saw an opportunity to assert their power over the soldier because they knew as well as he that he wouldn’t retaliate, that he had no choice but to comply so they could do with him as they pleased.

Slowly, the soldier leaned forward, closer to the shoe and giving into this man’s demands to in hopes to avoid whatever punishment he had in mind if he didn’t, but then suddenly, a wicked burn on the side of his face stung out as the boot collided into his cheek.

The soldier fell to the concrete, his hair shielding over his eyes as he gripped at his face. He’d had worse before, but this stung no less. He could already feel the welt forming, the area sensitive to the touch. The laughter in the background as he pushed himself back up to his knees made his stomach twist into knots.

“Look at that! He’d back for more!”

“Do it again, Wagner!”

“Teach ‘em a lesson!”

The soldier remained still. His hair fell into his eyes as he bowed his head, a layer of protection for only a moment before harsh hands gripped into it so tightly he felt pieces rip from his scalp. One of the men shoved him around to the ground, holding him by his hair as another kicked at his ribs. The baton filled with electric current plunged into his ribs and he screamed.

His voice was raw and rough with lack of use and it only spurred on the drunken laugher. He fought enough to put on a show, to give his body some reprieve from the pain of lying still and taking it, but he was keen enough to avoid using the full of his strength.

The soldier could have taken all three men down without much of an effort but he knew the consequences he’d face when others found out. So, he let them yank on his hair and kick at his ribs and pour beer on his face, because it was better than the chair, better than Hydra taking away the little memories he had built since the last time he’d been stuffed into the coffin of ice.

It wasn’t the first night it happened and the men came back for more again and again.

Some days a hand would curl into his hair and hold his head back as they poured bottles of vodka down his throat. He’d choke on it as he spilled over his lips, tears in his eyes as it burned on the way down and ran up his nose.

Other days, they’d dump their bottles onto him and his hair would reek of stale beer for days until the smell became so bad, one of the scientists finally allowed him a few minutes to shower. Even then, he couldn’t scrap the filth from his scalp.

The worst was when they came into the room carrying weapons and tools just to experiment on which instrument made him scream the loudest. They tied him down on those days.

The soldier was mostly thankful for his absence of memories. He didn’t know how long this had been going on or if the first night he remembered the drunk men stumbling their way into his cell was the first time it happened. They became a blur and he could feel the sharp tug on his scalp whenever he thought of it. Hands gripping harshly into his hair; dirty and falling into his eyes.

He ran his fingers through the strands to find them unpleasant to the touch. Thick and greasy and smelling of the last bottle of alcohol the men dumped on him. He revolted at the touch. He was about to close his eyes in hope of sleep when the door opened again.

Three men entered.

***

Bucky woke to sweat dripping down his back and harsh breathes shoving their way from his lungs. Hand scrambling over the side of the bed towards the nightstand, he gripped onto the alarm clock to find it was nearing three in the morning.

He sat up quickly, trying to catch his breath and letting the sheets drape around his waist, the bare of his chest exposed to the cool air of his bedroom. A breeze came in from the window and swept a shiver up his spine.

Slight movement on his right accompanied by a familiar, gentle hum and Bucky looked down to find you sleeping soundly next to him. You curled your hands under the pillows, nose scrunching as you adjusted your position and Bucky smiled softly. He ran a hand down your spine, reveling in the way you seemed to draw closer to him, seeking his embrace, even in your sleep. Slowly, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead before gathering a deep breath and heading to the kitchen.

It wasn’t a plan he though out very well but it was one he thought of most nights he woke from memories of his time in Hydra. He rummaged through the kitchen drawers until he found what he was looking for.

Searching through piles of saved ketchup packets, junk mail, coupons, and three different wine openers, his hand finally curled around a pair of scissors thrown in amongst a series of misplaced utensils. The silver reflected off the pale light of the moon outside as he studied them. He ran a finger down the side to find they weren’t as sharp as he’d like, but they’d do.

He wasn’t going for something intricate.

He just needed it off.

Bucky made his way back into his room to find you still asleep on the bed. He’d gotten better about waking from his nightmares like they were harmless dreams. There was no more screaming, no more violent thrashing, no more accidentally hurting you when he couldn’t get a grip on where he was, even with his eyes open.

It meant you slept through the night these days. He’d tell you in the morning when the nightmares came to him and you’d kiss his shoulder and whisper sweet apologies in his ear, telling him you’d wished his woken you. He’d smile at that and say he felt better knowing you were there with him and he didn’t want to bother you. You’d argue with him, trying to convince him again and again that he was never a burden to you, and it would end in a kiss that made Bucky’s heart swell until the next time when it happened again.

Clicking on the light in the bathroom, Bucky carefully closed the door, leaving it open just an inch so he could listen for you. He wasn’t the only one who got nightmares, after all.

He set the scissors on the sink, hands gripping onto the edge of the counter as he felt his heart start to pick up in pace again. With a cautious breath, Bucky slowly lifted his head to face himself in the reflection of the mirror. It wasn’t something he did often, didn’t exactly like staring into the face of a man who had caused so much pain to people whose faces haunted him in his sleep.

He didn’t look like himself, not that he had a great idea of what he was supposed to look like anyway.

Steve had shown him photographs and he’d seen the images in the Smithsonian, but even the man in those pictures looked like a stranger to him. This hair that shielded down around his face, while it was clean and soft and flowing down in waves, tied him to a time he saw too often in his nightmares.

He ran a hand through his hair, pushing it back, and it was smooth under his fingers. It wasn’t like how it had been under Hydra, he reminded himself. He had tried to distance himself from what Hydra made him to be, tried to take ownership of what had simply become Hydra’s negligence of the soldier, but every time he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror, he only saw the soldier.

You’d told him countless times that you loved his hair. It gave you something to run your fingers through on movies nights and play with when you were bored. You liked how it pulled it up into a bun and how easy it was to grip when he caged himself between your thighs. Truthfully, he only liked his hair when it was your fingers combing through it.

Bucky took a deep breath, clenching his jaw as his right hand curled around the scissors. He didn’t know what he looked like most of the time as the soldier. They didn’t allow him the luxury of a mirror and he supposed that was for the best.

But he could remember how dirty his hair had felt, how tangled it was at the nape of his neck, and the long chucks of hair that had knotted together and the roots caked in grease. He remembered the hair that fell into his eyes when his handlers beat him. He remembered the harsh hands that gripped at his hair to keep him still and the burn at his scalp when they’d rip pieces out in the struggle.

As he studied his reflection in the mirror, he looked over the nicks of scars along his eyebrow from the assailant he’d defeated in Brussels and the faded bruising he sustained on a mission with Sam a few days back. He watched as his hair picked up in the breeze as it filtered in through the bathroom window and flowed delicately by his shoulders. It wasn’t inherently bad and he knew you found him attractive, told him as much as many times as he could stand hearing it.

But when he looked in the mirror, he didn’t see the healthier, happier version of himself he’d grown into since joining the Avengers and falling in love with you. He saw a black mask covering over the bottom half of his face like a muzzle. He saw hands with dirt caked under the fingernails snatching at him from behind, yanking on his hair because it was enough to get a solid fist full and hold him steady while someone beat him with a baton. He saw grime and filth and Hydra.

He saw the winter soldier.  

Carefully, Bucky lifted the scissors, slipping his thumb and pointer finger into the grips. He parted the blades and held to his hair, slipping a thick strand between them. Watching in the mirror, Bucky took a deep breath as he lifted the blades further up the side of his face, trying to find the right length. He’d sort out the details in the morning, maybe see if Steve had a barber down in Brooklyn who could help make sense of the mess he was about to create, but for now, this was enough.

A strand of hair fell to the floor as the blades of the scissors ran together in a satisfying snip. Bucky let out a heavy breath, already feeling hundreds of pounds lighter and he grabbed onto another strand.

He stood there for only a few minutes, cutting off pieces of his hair until he could no longer feel it on his shoulders or the base of his neck. He cut it until he didn’t sweep down into his eyes. He cut it until hands couldn’t grasp into it in fistfuls but the gentle draw of your fingers could brush through it. He cut it until a weight fell off of him heavier than the hair on his head.

When he was done, he set the scissors down on the sink. His breaths were heavier than he realized and he leaned over the counter for support. Looking up into the mirror, he realized his eyes were red, swollen, like he’d been crying. He reached up and touched his cheek to find it wet.

“Bucky?”

He froze, shoulders stiffening as he heard the bathroom door opening.

You were already slipping inside, leaning against the wall before he could find the courage to turn and face you. You could see his reflection in the mirror, see the hair scattered on the floor. You could see what he’d done. He didn’t need to turn around for that, but he felt a heat of shame press up into his cheeks.

“It’s a little late for a haircut, don’t you think?”

Your voice was light, airy, and he could hear the smile behind your words. It helped to ease the sudden anxiety he felt.

Slowly, Bucky glanced up into the mirror to find your reflection as you crossed your arms over your chest, the smile he had been imagining present on your lips. Your hair was messy from sleep, imprints of the pillow on your cheeks and Bucky almost forgot why he was cutting his hair in the first place.

“Y-yeah, I… I guess I…” he sighed, finally turning around to you and leaning against the sink, “I needed a change.”

You nodded, like you’d been expecting it and you stepped closer to him. “May I?”

Bucky narrowed his eyes, unsure of what you were asking, until you grabbed the scissors on the sink. He swallowed, sitting down on the toilet seat cover and giving you the leverage to work. Your hands ran over his scalp, nails pulling shivers from his spine.

“You did pretty good, Buck. It’s almost even,” you said sweetly as you clipped a few pieces on the back of his head. 

He sighed, closing his eyes and memorizing the feeling of your hands in his hair.

After a few minutes, you set the scissors back down on the sink and kneeled down in front of him. Bucky opened his eyes again as he felt your hands tracing patterns on his thighs, the soft curl of your nails raking along the thin fabric of his sweats. He was met with the most beautiful smile he’d ever seen, but he always thought that when he looked at you.

“I’m really proud of you sweetheart,” you said as you ran your hand through his hair, short strands and still just as soft but hundreds of pounds lighter, a lifetime lighter. 

“Do you like it?” he asked nervously, almost embarrassed.

You leaned forward and kissed him chastely on the lips. “Bucky, you will always be the most handsome man in the room to me, no matter what you do with your hair. I want to know if you like it.”

He paused, carefully reaching up to run his fingers through it. It felt odd, like something was missing that should be there as his hand naturally searched for the long strands, but it was freeing.

“It’s different, but,” he sighed, nodding as a gentle smile tugged on his lips, “feels like a new start.”

“I can show you how to style it differently than you did in the forties,” you offered and Bucky’s heart just about melted. You knew better than most how hard it has been to find his own identity not only outside of the winter soldier but also the man that Steve knew. “You used to part it to the side, right? We can try just pushing it back? I know Scott and Clint have some pomade you could borrow. Or--” 

“Why don’t we worry about that in the morning?” Bucky smiled, standing and pulling you up with him. You giggled softly as he lifted you into his arms, stepping over the clumps of hair on the floor he’d take care of later, and carried you over the bed.

Your fingers snaked up into his hair, playing with the short strands at the nape of his neck and brushing out the loose pieces of hair. You kissed his cheek as he lowered you to the bed and hovered over you for a moment, just taking a moment to remind himself of where he was, that even in the worst of his nightmares he woke up grateful that it all led him to you.

“Get some rest, love,” Bucky whispered, kissing you sweetly before crawling over to his side of the bed.

As he closed his eyes, he felt your fingers brushing along his hair, pushing it back and trailing down the sides of his face and swirling your fingers around the hairs at the base of his scalp. When sleep pulled him under again, he was met with warm smiles and new beginnings, dreams of who he could be, and who he was becoming.

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