#he is back bitchez

[littlexscarletxwitch]

omg!! i have a request! i loveeee mutual pining. so is there anyway you could do something along the lines of the whole “have you seen the way she looks at you? you’d think you’re the one who put the stars in the sky with how much love she has for you” and a jealous love confession from r??

── ༊*·˚⋆ 𝗷𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗼𝘂𝘀𝘆

paring: florence pugh x fem!reader

tag(s): fluff, mutual pining, sexual tension (?), kinda friends to lovers, allusions to sex but sfw

warning(s): mentions of consuming alcohol, smoking (?), grammatical errors, not proofread.

word count: 1.7k

note: I'm back bitchez. Sorry I haven't been posting, I've been lacking inspiration. I apologise in advance if this isn't the good. I hope you like it, nonnie. Let me know if you want a part 2 for what happened next. I'm not a native english speaker, so please let me know about any sort of mistake. Hope you enjoy! <3

requests are open! + check my rules here <3

part 1 | part 2

Your eye twitched as you watched him pull Florence closer to his body. 

She looked so comfortable in his arms, as if she was meant to be there. You felt sick at the sight, wanting more than anything for her to be in your arms, you breathing in her scent, her hand on your thigh trailing small circles, and her burning touch against your skin. 

“Y/n, are you listening?”

Toby snapped you out of your thoughts, forcing you to look away from them. 

“I’m sorry, I was just–”

“Drooling at my sister? Yeah, I’ve noticed.”

“Shut up,” you smacked his arm, afraid Florence would hear the two of you talking. 

But it was almost impossible for you to hear Toby through the loud music, so you figured it would be even harder for her to hear you two. Not that it mattered anyway, she was too engrossed by that idiot.

“Why don’t you tell her?” Toby took a sip from his cup.

“Tell her what?” you tried to play dumb, but he knew you pretty well, you couldn’t fool him. 

“Tell her that you are madly in love with her.”

“I’m not,” you scoffed. 

“Oh, come on. I’ve seen the way you look at her. The eyes, chico. They never lie.”

“Don’t give me that Scarface shit, you twat.”

“Who is a twat?” Raffie’s voice made you jump. 

“Toby.”

“Y/n.”

The both of you replied at the same time, causing Raffie to chuckled and rolled her eyes at the both of you. 

“Yeah, you both are.”

“This twat here,” Toby pointed at you, “doesn't want to tell Florence how she feels.”

“Oh, yeah. She is a twat.”

“Raffie,” you knitted your brows.

“He’s right, you know. Why can’t you just tell her?”

“Just look at her,” you nodded in Florence's direction. She was laughing at whatever that idiot had said. “She clearly likes him. Plus, we’ve been friends forever. I can’t just ruin our friendship. I won’t. I would rather have her as a friend than not have her at all in my life.”

Raffie looked at his brother. The both of them were so done with you and Florence’s bullshit. You two were so dense, always going to either Toby or Raffie to mumble nonstop about each other: “Florence is just so breathtaking,” you would say. “Y/n, she’s mesmerising. She makes my knees go weak, Raffie,” Florence would tell her. “Her laugh is just like a melody to my ears,” Toby would roll his eyes at you. “She makes me so nervous, but I also feel so at ease next to her,” Florence would tell her brother.

They could see the whole thing crystal clear. She liked you, you liked her, simple as that. They never understood how you missed Florence’s hints towards you, or the way she would touch you, or how her eyes would lit up the second you came into the room. But then again, Florence never noticed how you would laugh at her lame dad jokes, or how you would always need to be close to her, or the fact that you would always come up with stupid excuses just to be with her.

Florence felt your burning gaze on her frame, finding your eyes in an instant. She smiled at you, as she would always do just to see your cheeks turning red. But all she received was a tight smile and next thing she knew you were walking away from Raffie and Toby. She could tell something was bothering you. Of course she could tell, she spent every minute of her day watching over your every movement and reaction. She knew when you were sad, angry, happy, scared, worried. And she could tell something was upsetting you. 

“Hey, where are you going?” Chad, the dude she met just minutes ago, asked. 

Chad wasn’t bad, he was just a little too drunk. Florence was too kind to turn him away, but she really had no interest in him. 

“Listen, Chad. I had a good time,” he was so boring, “but I have to go, yeah?”

“Oh.” 

“You know, that brunette over there has been looking at you the entire night. Why don’t you go and say hi?”

“Really?” Chad looked confused. 

“Yeah, just go, buddy. Have fun and don’t do anything you shouldn't be doing,” Florence said before getting closer to where her siblings were. 

“It’s just, you know how dense they–”

“Hey, you!” Raffie cut Toby off. 

“Hey, what happened to Y/n?” she ignored what the two of them were talking about earlier. Right now, she was more interested in knowing what had happened to you. 

“Oh, you know, she just…” Raffie trailed off, looking at her brother for help.

Toby could almost see Raffie’s brain trying to find the right words to say. If he had been a little more sober, his brain would probably be doing the same. But he was a little tipsy, and his brain wasn’t working properly. 

“You know what, fuck it. Florence,” he grabbed her sister by her shoulder, “you need to go find Y/n, and tell her how you feel.”

“You know I can’t do that, she would–”

“No, just listen to me. I’m done with this bullshit. She loves you, okay?”

“Toby,” she tried to say but Toby once again cut her off.

“No, hear me out. Have you seen the way she looks at you? No, of course not, you’re clueless, for god’s sake,” he answered himself. “They way she looks at you, she just,” his intoxicated brain was struggling to find the right words. “This girl is utterly in love with you. You’d think you’re the one who put the stars in the sky with how much love she has for you, Flo.”

Florence didn’t know what to say.

“She’s been watching you the whole night with that dude. She thought you liked him, and she just couldn't take any longer watching you with him. So, you go after her and tell her how you feel, okay?”

Florence could only nod at them, still too stunned to actually speak. Her brain was going so fast thinking the right words to confess her feelings to you. But first she needed to find you. 

She knew you were upset, upset because of her but that didn’t matter right now. And when you would get upset you would always go out to have a smoke. She walked out of the pub, looked to her right then to her left. And that was when she saw you. Leaning against the wall, eyes closed breathing out the smoke. 

She carefully approached you, as if she were to be too loud you would run away from her. 

“Mind sharing?” 

Your eyes opened at the sound of her voice, your heart rate increasing. You passed the cigarette to her, your fingertips brushing against her skin. You watched as she breathed in, her chest puffing up causing butterflies in your stomach. 

“What happened to the guy you were talking to?” you suddenly remembered why you were upset. 

Florence noticed the slight anger in your voice. Was it also jealousy maybe? 

“What about him?” she was now messing with you, wanting to see if you were actually jealous. 

“I just thought you two were getting along,” you shrugged. 

“We were,” your heart shrunk at her words. “Why did you walk out, Y/n?” you noticed she got closer to you, which made you more nervous. 

Florence was also nervous, about you being that close to her, about her heart beating so fast, but she couldn’t let you see that. Not if she wanted to tease you a little bit.

You grabbed the cigarette and brought it up to your lips. 

“I just needed some space,” you breathed out the smoke. 

“Bullshit.”

She took a step closer to you, her feet touching yours.

“I just…”

“It’s okay, you can tell me,” she whispered. 

You could feel her hot breath on your lips. 

“I didn’t want to watch.”

“Watch what exactly?” she knew what you were talking about, but she wanted to hear you say it.

Your eyes moved down to her lips and quickly moved up to find her eyes. 

“I didn’t want to watch you with him. I didn’t want to watch him touching you, is that what you wanna hear? That I couldn’t even watch him looking at you. That you made me go fucking crazy,” 

“And what are you going to do about it?” her lips were so close to yours. If you were to move you would be kissing her. 

You brought the cigarette to your lips one more time, breathing in and then breathing out the smoke on her parted lips. You watched as she breathed in and then out the smoke. Even though your brain was clouded with a bit of alcohol and her intoxicating scent, you then realised that she was teasing you. That she wanted you to react like this. So you did what you hoped she wanted you to do. 

Your lips found hers, putting the both of you out of your misery. You could taste the cigarette in her mouth and the vodka she had earlier. A moan escaped from your lips when you felt her teeth biting into your bottom lip. Your hand went to find her hair, slightly pulling it, causing a whimper to fall out of her mouth, but was muffled by your lips. You were so lost on her lips, and her body against yours that you didn’t notice two figures coming your way. 

“Fucking finally!” Toby shouted, causing the two of you to pull back from each other. 

“Get a room, you two!” Raffie joked. 

“Shut up,” Florence and you said at the same time, which made the four of you chuckle. 

“Are you guys ready to go home?” Toby asked. 

Florence pecked your lips one more time and said, “Hell yeah!” a grin was plastered on her face. 

“Oh, gross. I know that look,” Raffie complained. 

“What look?” Florence played dumb, she knew exactly what her sister was talking about. 

“Just don’t be too loud, okay? I have to wake up early tomorrow.”

“I can’t make any promises,” she said, making her way to the car, pulling you inside with her. 

“We should drop them in a hotel or something,” Toby mumbled. 

Likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated! <3

-M

[myimmortaltribute]

EpIsOdE 1 SeAsOn 1

AN: HIII OMG THIS IS MY FORST TIM WRITING A FANFICTION But I always get compliments from my frienz so I thought why the hellz not! Im gonna publish my bookz on Tumbler! Anywayz. Its based on a RP i started in elementary school with two EX best friends but were not frienz anymore cuz there bitchez so now im writing the story my way. ENJOY

Hi My name is Raven Morticia Lilith Blackrose, But every1 simply calls me Raven. I have long hair the color of a starless night with red streaks in it that reaches all the way to my butt (not dyed there natural, I was born like this) and bright purple eyes because I suffer from a rare genetic condition called Alexadria Genesis (AN:look it up its a real thing). I have pale skin that looks like porceline so I never wear any fundation or concealer and I only wear black eyeliner, black eyeshadow, mascara and black lipstick. What u should kknow about me is that I'm not like other girls, and dats not just cause I'm goth (I wear all black and hate preps) but also bcause ever since I was born I have always been obsessed with dark'ness and blood & death… Idk why. Oh well.

I was in math class (ugh. ikr). however math class is the class where I can be on my phone the most (which I do anyway in every class bc I'm naturally good at every subject and the teachers never call on me bc they know I already know everything). Anyway. Every teacher just lets me be on my phone during every class because I'm naturally smart like that, all but fucking math teacher Miss Poppy, which I know is just bitter and hates me because she's preppy & has a personal vendeta against goth chicks like me. First of all, shes a christian (duh) and plus she dresses in beiges and pastels (gross) & always gives me dress code violations because I dress in all black (but the principal never punishes me bc she's on my side).

I was textin on my phon when he came into the room: Damon Athame, the hottest goth boy in school. He's super tall like 6'6 and super athletic even though he never plays sports or do gym class (he prefers to sit on the bleachers and write poetry. He's that deep & mysteryous). Anyways he walks in and sits right in front of me, ignoring me… I dont even care tho bc I'm just too in love & I know he probably ignored me because he was thinking about darkness & stuff like that like I usually do to. I was having a conversation with Trixie & Katya, my besties, when the teacher had the NERVE to tell me to shut up! I scoffed and grunted but had to obey ans shut up.

Bitch teacher: RAVEN MORTICIA LILITH BLACKROSE! SHUT UP OR ILL SEND U TO THE PRINCIPAL!

Me: Ugh. Whatever (rolls eyes).

Just when I was going back to doing my oen thing, something out of nightmares happened… there was a huge booming sound and evertone turned to eachother and started asking each other what the hell was going on. Suddenly, the walls started trembling and Damon stood up and turned towards the door with a resolute gaze in his beautiful dark red eyes (which contrasted his whiteish silver hair and his pale skin beautifully.). The teacher yelled at everyone to stay quiet and sit down but it obviously didnt work. At thet point the nightmare intensified: a huge crack opened on the floor and the walls started shaking and cracking even more. Obviously, unlike the rest of my female classmates I didnt scream like a pussy or ran away. Instead i stood still and looked down into the huge crack in the floor, instead of debris and pieces of the building &stuff, on the bottom of it there was a river of lava and flames and thousands of monsters that were trying to climb the walls to get to us. All i could do is freeze, and thats what I would have done if I hadnt felt a hand grab my hand and drag me out of the classroom. I turned towards my savior and I was so surprised when I saw that the person who just saved me was Damon!

Damin: Come on! Run faster! Damnit! Me: This is the fastest i can run!!!

Some rocks started to fell from the ceiling but Damon avoided them while he ran protecting me and making me avoid them at the same time.

Damon: Stairs!! Quick!!

We went down the stairs and got out of the school, then we seeked refuge in the gym together with four more guys: Cory: Damon's best friend. Cory is a bit of a preppy guy and a jock but he's not an asshole and he's funny and hot. He's as tall as Damon and has brown hair and red eyes. Peter and his brother Adam: theyre kinda like twins but Adam is younger so they look identical with blonde hair and blue eyes and Peter is a bit taller than Adam. (Theyre preps and absolutely insufferable.) Sally: a rich, spoiled, snobby preppy bitch who always bullied me…well…she TRIED. (I would never let her put me down.) She had blonde hair and blue eyes (of course… honestly I hoped she had been eaten by the monsters.)

Anyway, we barricated ourselves in the gym after Cory and Damon had blocked the door with some equipment and all the objects they could find. Of course Sally, Peter and Adam did fucking nothing and left all the work to Cory and Damon so I tried to help because I wasn't scared abt breaking a nail or something.

Me: Hey, can I help?

Damon: Get out of the way! I have no time for you now!

I was SHOCKED by his tone of voice. I never heard him scream like that. Okay yea i get it, we were in the middle of the apocalypse but I literally didn't do anything wrong!!!

Me: FINE!

I ran away into the locker rooms to be alone. (like, I was devastated. my crush just yelled at me can u blame me?) Of course I didn't just sulk around cause I'm not a pussy. I looked around into the room to see if there was something I could use as a weapon in case the monsters got inside the gym. Just as I was thinking about that, one of those ugly fuckers found his way inside and got right in front of me. It was hideous, a mix between a man, a bat, a spider and who knows what the fuck else. I got a metal crowbar from the floor and defended myself, hitting it repeatedly. Right when it was about to kill me, it was hit by a bullet coming out of nowhere! It fell to the ground, with acid-like greenish blood oozing out of the bullet wound in his head. I turned around and saw him, Damon, with a silver gun in his hand, still smoking. He saved me again. I scoffed but was grateful.

Damon: Sorry about before… Me: It's ok. Thanks again. Damon: Well… It's my job after all. Me: What do you mean?

Before he could answer the voice of a woman echoed through the whole gym.

Principle: Guys!!! Are you all ok??? Come out!!!

We got out and met the principal, she was dressed completely in black as usual (she's a goth too) with her usual gothik style. She was different from the tyipical principals of other schools. While I wondered how she got in despite the door being blocked, she raised her hands towards the sky and started chanting a mysterious spell in latin. When she was done, all was back to normal as if time had turned back in time: the walls were fixed and there was no sign of monsters anywhere and nobody seemed to remember anything abt what had happened. I was speechless. I was quiet for a while then I started bombarding her with a bunch of questions. (like, I was shocked.)

Me: What does this mean??? What happened??? Am I dreaming??? Principal, r you a witch???

The principle and corey laughed, while Sally, Peyer and adam had an annoyed expression on there faces and began making fun of me (typical. I obviously ignored them.) Damon stayed quiet.

Principal: Come in my office, Raven… There are many things you need to knoe…

[bookishtheaterlover7]

Chris Evans - The View rant and Dodger Appreciation

Wow, do we have a lot to unpack...

So, let's start with his using of his left hand... for the love of God, what is with him needing to show that watch off?

He started the interview with it up, and at one point, you can see him purposely moving his sleeve to show the watch, WHEN HE REMEMBERED.

He also did it again towards the end... So, I'm going to ask...

What is the deal with that watch?!

Let's cool off for a second. I'll get to Chris' overall behavior after this, but can we PLEASE, fucking appreciate the bestest boy ever?!

Also, is that selfie old? I've never seen it before...

Dodger is the star of THE ENTIRE FUCKING SHOW!!! And you can't tell me otherwise 😆 He just looks so happy without a certain she-devil incarnate around 🤭☕

And we're back...

So, to start, he looked comfortable, and oddly normal. Like he didn't look like the crypt keeper (👸's words not mine 😆), and Dodger looked happy and healthy and is hanging around his dear old Dad...🥹 It actually made me melt, and get emotional.

But I noticed, when they congratulated him about his marriage, he took a beat before saying thank you. Like he was waiting for them to add something so that he'd be saying thank you for both, instead of one(I'm probably reading into it too much, huh?).

And when he started to talk about the Marvel movies, he cuts himself off to show Dodger! Not that I'm complaining, but kind of sus that he never finished what he was talking about. Again, I might be reading into it too much, but it caught my attention.

And my favorite part, other than Dodger ofcourse, is that in the mid point of the interview, he was so animated. And he looked and acted like old Chris! It was like he was the guy everyone thinks he is... And then he remembered his leftie, and old Chris was gone in a second...

Honestly, I'm just glad he didn't blow up the Fandom this time. But he might soon, considering the Albitch is still very much around...

So, I'll leave this on an ominous, sad, and then fun note!

I'm sorry, but whoever put "Paid Spokesperson for Jinx" should get a raise, because THAT IS ABSOLUTELY FUCKING PRICELESS 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

And, FUCK YES!!! PAIN HUSTLERS IS GETTING PRAISE AND RECOGNITION, BITCHEZ!!!

[petrichoricarus]

It Was a Translation, Not a Confession (petty imagines #1)

this one’s for all the bilingual/polyglot bitchez out there:

[Y/N is good friends with him, but he’s crushing, hard. So is she]

You’re working on your laptop with him sitting right beside you. He’s listening to music through his headphones. There’s a comfortable quiet between the two of you. Then, all of a sudden, he lifts up one of the earpieces and turns to you. 

“What does [______] mean?” He asks curiously. 

You finish typing something out and glance up at him as you respond. “I love you,” you tell him, without much thought behind your words. 

If it was... :

Sans: “uhh... right. that’s--” He seems to want to look anywhere but you. “i’ll uh. i’ll just use google next time. you--don’t wanna distract you from work,” he chuckles nervously.

“Hey! I’m a way better translator than google, are you kidding me?” 

“yeah no, you’re pretty--pretty handy! but i got it.” The more he explains himself, the less sense he makes, and the more strained his attempts get. Now that the topic’s come up, though... Unfortunately, the way you just casually toss up a date suggestion for the both of you seems to have broken him entirely. The chronically unflappable skeleton is at a loss: a stunned, blue-flushed, blank slate. A glitch in the matrix. This is a win, right...?

Papyrus: “YOU--YOU WHAT? ME? I--WOW. AHEM. WELL, I--”

There’s a lot of flustered rambling you can’t bear to interrupt, despite your face growing exponentially hotter. After much external monologuing, he eventually comes to the very solid conclusion that that it is extremely flattering to be the object of your affections and that okay, potentially, possibly, yes he does seem to have the most curiously strong affection for you as well, and maybe, no, surely, the only solution to all of this chaos is to fix it by promptly going on a date. After your work, of course. You don’t even bother correcting him. The date goes beautifully.

Red: “...and what does [___] mean?” 

You hum thoughtfully, looking back up at him again to answer. “Basically, let’s fu--”

You cut yourself off before you can finish the accidental proposition, blushing hard. “I’m going to punch you.”

“‘s that what it means? huh. what were ya gonna say b‘fore that, though?”

Edge: “.......H-HMPH. WELL. IT’S ABOUT TIME YOU REALIZED.”

“Wait, what--”

“I FORGIVE YOU FOR TAKING SO LONG. I SUPPOSE WE CAN’T ALWAYS BE IN TUNE WITH OUR EMOTIONS. I... I AM VERY FOND OF YOUR COMPANY AS WELL. MORE THAN MOST.”

You flush a deep red as Edge pats your head with affectionate stiffness. That’s not a misunderstanding you even want fixed, at this point. Continuing work has never been more difficult.

Blue: “[_____________],” he responds, with perfect pronunciation. You gape at him. Was he always.... Fluent? Either way, you definitely can’t go back to work, not after you’ve just been enthusiastically confessed to like it’s any other day. Blue seems content to flip his headphones back on and gives you such a beaming smile that you can’t help but splutter at the audacity. You can’t just--What just happened?

Stretch: “and with you as well... comrade.” 

You blink at him. He blinks at you. A lot of blinking ensues. Something about the distinctly chill nature of the skeleton is off this time, disturbed like a ripple in a pond. Work’s hard to focus on when you feel like he keeps glancing over. You can’t catch him in the act, though, so...

Slate: “......thanks.” He seems satisfied. You go back to work until he asks again. He’s forgotten what it means--you should probably remind him a few more times. And then a few more times after that, too. 

Basil: “I LOVE YOU TOO!”

“What? No, I--No--” This panicked backtracking is really not helping your case.

“NO..?” Oh my god. You can’t just leave him looking at you like a kicked puppy.

“I mean--yes!!! Yes, I.. I love you.” 

And that’s that. Leave it to Basil to melt through your defenses with pure affection. 

Wild: “NO!” 

You jerk back from your laptop, startled. “What the fuck, Wild?”

The misunderstandings get worse from there. It’s really only resolved when he sets up his perfect confession to you later to make up for the ill-timed, inadvertent one. Whew! His plans were nearly ruined. Good fast thinking.

Cash: “we haven’t even had our first date yet.”

“Har har, very funny,” you retort, rolling your eyes.

“so this friday, then.”

???

“our first date. grillby’s. i’ll pick you up at 4.”

???????????????????

“fine, fine, you’re really pullin’ my femur here, but... it’s on me.”

“I, I, that, okay, but--Cash, what th--”

“perfect. don’t stay up too late thinking of me, babe.”

..............You’ll try your best, you guess..?

[frozenmoonshine]

Is it just me, or something about about TR anime at this point just feels... idk, kinda off? I mean, aside from all the discrepancies with manga, and the scenes they skipped for no reason. 😑 But somehow, even the opening feels like the song and the video do not match, it looks more like an amateurish YouTube AMV, than an anime opening. Weird. 🤔

And the pacing of this episode was just off. Randomly switching from scene to scene... I'm just getting uncanny vibes, can't really put it into words.

But in any case, the hype is real, I'm still super happy Tokyo Revengers is back, cause my life feels like it finally has a purpose once again! 🥹

I legit let out the nastiest squeal of fangirling when KokoNui showed up in that cringy opening! And I'm sooo excited to see Haru finally getting some real screentime!!! I just hope the studio does justice to his character and presents him the way he should be presented. 'Cause I am livid with the fact that that poor excuse of a failed Wednesday Addams cosplay was given some serious beauty filters, and even the "pretty boy" voice. Such a damn waste... 😑 (Yes, I am aware how much hate I'll get from all y'all Hoetani stans, but I just organically cannot stand them cowardly bitchez!)

Anyhow, we'll see how this season goes... There's still so much to look forward to! 🤞

[postalmodernist]

back when god was creating the earth he saw visions foretelling of a future in which i, rae, existed and as he watched me throughout my life he ended up loving me so much that he invented marijuana as a gift for me and that’s why the clocks are always set to 4:20 down here. bitchez

[rawrmeansilyindinosawr]

THE L GOT YASSIFIED N GHANDI IS AT 14TH ST UNION SQUARE!!!!!!?!??!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

the L stawped being a cunt on the weekendz w it’s fuckin delays n got individual seats that don’t clap back when u sit down ! Altho i am a “clap back “ advocate (Let ur cheekz Speak if they must ) i do wonder why

why is it always so awkward to hit on someone on public transit ?

we sit across each other staring each other down n i wish u were clumsy enough.

to leave a bag or your phone or wallet on the seat so i could say something to you but nothing is scripted here on this island of a city. there are only real moments. and this includes the pain in the people watching cuz sometimes we just end up watching them live their lives so much so in admiration we watch them leave.

I wrote dat ab some rly long white person with a maroon jumpsuit. N i don’t hav the energy to post a misc connection on Queer craigslist /LEX soooooo. Whut eve.

Dis week i hav been severely depressed n isolative besides for the day that the pilgrims decided to say it wuz the day that wuz gonna b ab slaying n giving . i ate sum dead bird n made sure even their bone marrow life mattered n cartilage cuz post veganism n peta rites advocate type beat a life is a mf life . Hoe .

Mi boss at union square Market s@id she saw her nekked neighbur whilst walkin around the duck truck. whut wuld u do if ur nekkid neighbor came to ur place of werk n every1 sais he is a rly nice person but he had a big SSHLONG. Now i kno whut ima wish 4 on my wishlist. No this isn’t 4 other bitchez . Nor is it for sshlong reveal. I wish some1 wuld notice meh as the nekkid neighbur at the union Square holidey market.

I whuhz almost in luv w a gurl who luved big patty wattyz n raised awareness for autism via tiK tok last yr n also i hate lex now!!!!!!!!!!! 2 many ppl wanting to give out their used sheets n Service tops who dont wanna Host . But i do thoroughly enjoy when Ppl wanna give their free concert tickets out . So lex gonna b the new ticketmaster to me but anarchist - community fridge version Without the food . Smfh . Y it gotta take watching perks of being a wallflower to realize we regret picking the boy w the eyebrow piercing when we culdve picked the 1 who got hit by a car butt still ended up pullin up to bossa limpin .

Im in luv with club E n gave them my tiara cuz they r a tucking princess and cuz their music reminds meh of myspace era sheit. Also they name is ren like me TWOOOOOO. twinnem:-] <3

As car seat headrest sayz in its only seggs i think bc of his demisexual cusp of asexual self .

“

OK, so I've been reading all the sex blogs

And they all talk about how OK it is to be gay

And straight and bisexual and asexual

And have sex however you like

But I don't care about hundreds of hypothetical people

And their hypothetical sex deals

I care about me, and my sex deal!

What about my problems?

Baby, my body

Constantly betrays me

I try to betray it

I only hurt myself

Yeah, yeah

I can't tell you if I like it, I like it

What happens if I don't like it? I like it

I can't tell you if I like it, I like it

What happens if I don't like it? It's only-

It's only sex

It's only

It's only sex

C'mon, sexual desire, speak! “

My brain is too fried from vyvanze dependence to decipher n explain it all right meow . I jus kno i luv those lyrics n i luv when post club - post party we all come back to mi lil floor mattress in mi tiny room n we kuddle puddle!!!!!!

Saw a Zyn nicotine ad omw to my lobotomy apt at callen lourde this mornin n i miss the dude who gav tht to meh while me werkin this japanese restaurant once n holy sheit i wuz shaking n shitting n crying my entire shift . I miss werking there cuz i made $400 a shift n lowkey I could get any vacation hours i wanted. Now im like a finance bro who goes to reggae bars in the city N gets pussy on hinge . v_v RIP!!!!!

i havnt been to saint vitus penus yet but thts Ok cuz i heard someone saw pee pee juice n eyeball juice on the bathroom mirror once n ill just stick to duffz if i wanna find a punk goth giorl to destroy my Third hole . Im crying a lot these days super fragile as well as today being a significant date for me N i missh ketamine so damn much butt i refuse to sniff anymore cuz i nvr kno how to dose w the diff german strainz n i always get sickie or khole n see myself on a train n being someone’s mutha . Weird!!!!!!!!!!’

Idek if i givin up on life or life givin up on meh but im just mf done . N i kno dis cuz im in my candle era yall . Where i lie n say i’m “running errands “ but sniffin diff candles at target n burglington ALONE . all dis for some mf seratonin biotch ????!!!????? Alsoo last randomo thot but i luv one of my good friendz from nyu n they were ganged up on bc of some DUMB RUMORS n i gots to say i kant stand a fucking bully or ppl who kant extend grace to others cuz it just feels v cliquey n stupid . Lik if we rly gonna believ rumors n gossip n not see someone’s character or try to understand i don’t see how ppl can b ok wit the ppl they hav to be with when they r alone with themselvez at nite . We r constantly evolving and it’s wrong to hold things against people esp in this age and this goes for me as well. I hope to receive the grace and love and empathy that I extend .

Soooooo many more fuckin thots n ramblingz like how i wish there was a poll i could start somewhere outside of instagram ab who wuld fuck G Eazy post halsey (Cmon , “tumblr girls”was an AMAZING song!!!!!!) N how much i luv egg by the garden but. Til nxt wk Babez.

Xx , ketaminechic NOT CHICK who doesn’t do ketamine anymore but kant put the energy into changing it then changing it on all platforms cuz omfGGGGGGGggg who cares that deeply ab this social media Bullsheit anywayzzz , Renny baby <3 :-] visit me at union square market Booth c20til Xmas eve !!!

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# rewrite bitchez

I decided to rewrite this bc I had no cohesive thoughts writing this the first time, and also shout out to @readers-posts for requesting more (back in October lol).

Anyway, it'll contain most of the same warnings, maybe some smut eventually if motivation allows me to write more.

“Fuck” you mutter to yourself as your fingers numbly fumble with your keychain. Screw the northeast for being so cold and damp this time of year. Finally, the proper key slides into place and you lock up the doors to Nelson & Murdock Attorneys at Law. A glance at your too-bright phone screen tells you it’s around one in the morning, and you’re already regretting staying late to catch up on organizing files for the firm. Someone clears their throat behind you. The person you’d least expected to see was standing before you in the dim light of the hallway, but you could make out those dark, ominous eyes and the shocking pattern of scars over his face. “Billy,” you breathe the word, talking to yourself more than him. “Hey doll,” he smirks at you but his eyes look furious under the shadow of his hoodie. You step back unconsciously, pressing yourself against the door you’d just locked.

“What do you want Bill?” you questioned, forcing yourself no to shy away and look him in the eye. A cold smile grows over his face as he steps toward you. You slide to the side, heading away from him, not wanting to turn your back to the man you once trusted, but even with your guard up Billy is 10 times the fighter you are.

“I just want you, babydoll. Come back to me, huh?” He tries for a reassuring smile, and you don’t know if it’s the brain damage he suffered, facial injuries, or your complete lack of faith in him but you see right through the mask.

“I’m sorry Billy but – hey!” He’s not listening as he grabs you by the arms, pushing you in front of him towards the door at the front of the building, narrowly keeping you from falling down the stairs in your struggle. One of his big hands moves to cover your mouth to muffle your yelling, his other arm easily taking you along with him. You both step out onto the wet sidewalk to see a car idling out front, presumably for you. Billy pushes you into the back seat before he grabs a rope from the seat and calmly ties your clammy, shaking hands to the handle, making sure to child lock the doors once he’s satisfied with your restraints. He coolly walks to the driver’s seat and gets in.

“Don’t worry sweetheart, I’ll be taking good care of you now.” You couldn’t help the shiver that went down your spine at his words.

Matt Murdock/Billy Russo dark!fic

heyo, so I've had this saved for a while and never got around to adding any more so figured I should just post it to maybe drum up some inspiration to continue. It would be considered a dark! fic, probably more so in theory but...

Warnings: kidnapping and all that that may entail (handcuffing, being put in a trunk), being kidnapped by an ex, non con - No Smut though. Let me know if I missed something - it's been a hot minute since I've read this, I just try not to cringe and post and never look back.

This is meant to be a reader x Matt Murdock/Daredevil but also kinda reader x Billy Russo.

“Hey, we’re heading out now,” you look up as you hear Foggy’s tired voice coming from the door of the office you’re sitting in. You can see Karen standing behind him pulling her long coat on over her shoulders and picking up her purse from where she sat it on a chair near in the waiting area of the office.

            “Oh, okay,” you say as you glance up at the clock ticking away on the far wall, realizing you’ve been at work way longer than you meant to. “I’ve still got a bit I’d like to get done here; I’ll lock up tonight. See you guys tomorrow?” Foggy gives you a small nod and you bid each other a good night before he and Karen step out into the hallway, closing the door behind them, leaving you alone in the small, dingey office. You glance back down at the bright screen you’ve been staring at for hours now, suddenly noticing how tired and dry your eyes have become. Taking a step back – or rather, wheeling yourself in your chair a few feet backwards – you try to stretch a bit and try to wake yourself up for another couple of hours of painstakingly filling out various legal forms.

            You decide you’ve done your fair share after just over an hour since your coworkers/friends left, and start packing your things up, shaking your legs awake as you walk around to gather your laptop cord, bag, coat, and keys for your walk home. It’s just after you’ve turned the key in the lock that you get that hair-raising feeling on the back of your neck. Your stomach tenses up. Something is wrong. Just before you get to turn around you see a flash of movement in your peripheral. Then it goes dark.

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Darkness. That’s all you can describe it as. Your left temple is pulsing with pain and you’re still so out of it and you can’t lift your head without wincing. Your arms flail out to get any sense of where you are, feeling that you’re closed in a small space, a rough carpet under you digging into your exposed skin. Suddenly there’s a jolt and your head lifts and smacks back on the ground, flaring up your already blazing headache. You realize you must be in someone’s trunk.

     Who the fuck’s trunk am I in?

The cogs in your brain are slowly starting to turn again. The car smells clean, maybe a rental, and there’s not much of anything that you can grab or make use of. You feel around for a handle or something to pop the lid open, or a way to unplug or knock out the taillights, but this person or people must have planned ahead. All your fingers could find was hard plastic fitted and screwed onto every surface but the floor. As a last-ditch effort, you start kicking, punching, and scratching at any place you thought might be a weak spot, before your foggy brain comes to the realization that at some point your captor is going to take you out of this trunk, and here you are wasting your energy trying to beat up a hunk of plastic.

So you lay your head back down, and listen. For a while there isn’t much noise other than the sound of the engine and the wheels hitting the pavement below you. You can’t hear any music playing, but there is sometimes some muffled muttering from the other side of the wall separating you from the cab. You wait, counting the turns as you feel yourself sliding around on the rough carpeting. Left, right, right, left. You’re trying to remember everything you’ve learned from watching crime tv shows and how to hopefully not die.

The car comes to a harsh stop, and you’re flung up against the wall again. You hear the engine turn off and one of the doors slamming shut, and you wait to hear footsteps approaching, but they don’t come. You don’t know it you’re more relieved or worried that they haven’t immediately come and taken you out. Who is this? What are they planning? Why me? Time passes, the throbbing in your skull doesn’t help in the struggle to stay awake, and just as you feel yourself on the edge of consciousness, you hear the crunching of boots of gravel heading in your direction. Your eyes widen in the darkness, and you push yourself as far back in the trunk as you can, preparing for a struggle. The lid unlocks, and you hold your breath as you wait to come face to face with whoever it is that’s taken you. The trunk pops open, and pale fingers find their way under the lid as they lift it open. You let out that breath you’ve been holding, you never expected to see the face of your ex looking down on you framed by the confines of a car trunk, but here you are.

“Billy,” you breathe, feeling your chest tighten at the sight of his scarred face. Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. This couldn’t be good. The last time you saw that face, it was bandaged up in a hospital room, staring confusingly at you as you walked out on this person who not only didn’t know who you were anymore, but you could barely recognize him yourself – not necessarily from the wrappings or the scars, but it had been revealed to you just what Billy did to deserve those scars. Seeing him now did leave a twinge of something in your chest, something you wouldn’t let yourself examine just yet nor even had the time to, given your situation.

“Hey pretty,” Billy said lowly to you, an unsettling smile coming across his shadowed face. You flinch back as he reaches down to grab a hold of you by the arms and drags you up outside of the car.

“Billy what- what are you doing?”

“Just wanna talk, sweetheart, I missed you, where’d you go on me? Hmm?” He said in an increasingly unstable tone. He’s pressing your body close to his as he almost carries you into the back door of an industrial-looking building, metal door slamming shut behind you, flickering incandescent bulbs and broken chains hang from the high ceiling above you. You stagger past a group of intimidating men, not seeming very interested in the kidnapping occurring right next to them, who continue their game of cards and drinking cheap alcohol.

Billy brings you to a room downstairs far away from the others. It’s sparse; a few rusted old chairs pushed into the corners and a metal radiator protruding from the wall a few feet right of a sunken egress window. He pushes you into the room, shutting the door firmly behind the two of you. You spin around to look at him, able to get a better look at him from the yellow streetlight filtering in through the window. His hair is growing out from being shaved, the same with his stubble. You haven’t seen Billy since you left him in that hospital room, and now you look over the light pink scars crisscrossing his handsome face. The two of you stand like that for a moment, taking each other in after not seeing the other for so long.

“What do you want Bill?” You ask, trying not to let your voice shake. He silently steps closer to you, that dark look in his eyes. You step back to keep the distance between you two, inadvertently bringing yourself closer to being cornered by him.

“I just… want to know,” he says after a pause, that confused look coming back over his face. “I don’t, I don’t know what I did to deserve this,” he says gesturing to his face, “to deserve you leaving me, right when I needed you most.” The sad, kicked puppy look in his black eyes almost got to you - would’ve had you on your knees begging to do whatever he wanted, or wanted to do to you, once upon a time. Now it makes you nauseous. The affect this killer has on you.

“I…” you trail off, “I don’t think I’m the right person to ask, Bill. You did something, something terrible. Maybe I should’ve stayed there for you, after you forgot everything, but I couldn’t even look at you after finding out.” His hand reaches up to touch his own face, a hollow look in his eyes. He doesn’t say anything for a while, the two of you standing in the near silence of the room, the echoes of the men’s laughter upstairs making their way down to you. You glance around, gathering a greater sense of the room, the rough crumbling concrete of the floor and walls, the small pool of stagnant water in the far corner, the painted shut emergency window. When you look back, he’s staring at you and you can’t help but feel unsettled with how his gaze is familiar but at the same time, it’s the gaze of a stranger.

He approaches you again, this time reaching behind his back for something, and then he’s pulling out the glinting metal of handcuffs. Your breath stutters in your throat, “Billy please- “. He cuts you off with the cold metal closing around your right wrist.

“I’m sorry darling,” he murmurs lowly into your ear before he pushes you back against the wall until you’re next to the radiator and refuses to look into your wide-eyed look once he fastens the other cuff around one of the bars. He ignores your pleas and still doesn’t look at you as he stalks back to the door, finally glancing back at you with an almost guilty look as he shuts the door; for the second time that night you are left alone.

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Dark Markiplier and his cute emo eyes

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What's popping.

[sheaqueous]

How I think the crows would text

Kaz: Capital letters and full stops. Perfect grammar. Deletes any incriminating messages. Types for hours. Sends essays. Only on about 3 group chats. Takes hours to respond, unless it’s Inej, heist or kruge related. Forever the only admin of the group. Will leave you on read. Uses tone tags. “Jesper I swear to Ghezen if you mention Milo one more time I will cut your eye out. /s”

Inej: lower case letters, lots and lots of commas, emoticons o(^-^)o, you forget she’s there until she speaks, short, sharp, messages, laughs like a millennial 😂, perfect grammar, forgets capitalisation, :) :] <3 :0, “at least i don’t have to climb an incinerator this time :)”

Jesper: ALL. CAPS. DJSKSLDKEUF Y’ALL- MISSPELLIVM. MEMES AND GIFS. TEXTS BACK INSTANTLY. WILL TEXT AT ANY HOUR. PLS 💀 RANDOMLY CALLS THE GROUP AT EVERY OPPORTUNITY. SO. MANY. EMOJIS. VINE ENERGY🔫 🃏 🎩 🎰 “STOP IM PHOTOSYNTHESISIMG 💀”

Nina: Heeeeeeeey, eloooongated text. Will text EXACTLY like she talks. @everyone take a look at my selfie. LMAO LOL, defo abbreviations, ikr!! But tbh bae, idgaf, 😍🤩🥳🥵👹 anytime Inej texts. Her phone is connected to the Kooperom WiFi- she’s always there because of the waffles. Makes edits of them all and pictures of Kaz with a cutesy filter on and sends it to the group chat “what’s up bitchez 😎 +Mattias 🥺”

Mattias: Rarely has his phone on him. It’s definitely a blackberry. Thinks emojis are viruses, yet still falls for so many scams on the internet. (Nina sends them to him) Can’t figure out how to private text or Google so his searches get sent on the chat. Texts on the chat about once every few weeks, grumbles about spam but secretly reads the messages. “Twitter.com/Facebook.com”

Wylan: Has an app that reads out peoples texts. Jesper set it to Hatsune Miku’s voice and he doesn’t know how to change it. Sends voice messages only. At first they were short, ended with sooo…yeah. But then they got longer and more confident. Sometimes they’re just him laughing. Those are Jesper’s favourites. One time, he fell down the stairs and caught it on a voice recording. You can hear Jesper yelling from downstairs

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Just a Pint Part 3: Let's See Where This Goes

In which you are a new bartender @ the Crown and Anchor after moving across the pond from the States to escape an abusive ex. Ted is your first customer. First time writing in a bit, didn’t pay much attention to editing so- here we are. 

Chapter Summary:

Continued from Part 2: Read it here

Tags: Ted Lasso/You, Ted Lasso/reader No Y/N used - envision whatever you want :) 

Chapter Summary: Ted comes over to your place...we'll leave it at that.

Story wide trigger warnings: Mentioning of abusive situations both physical and sexual.

Didn't take too much time to edit, so excuse any errors!

🚨Smut alert!!🚨 The end of this chapter gets....spicy. This is my first time writing smut in awhile so...be kind to me haha

Despite the theatrics outside of your apartment, Ted was the perfect gentleman. Knowing your inebriated and vulnerable state, he offered to help you inside.

Turns out having an emotional breakdown after a night of whiskey sodas and crying on Ted's shoulder really wore you out. You passed out as soon as your head hit the pillow.

You cracked your eyes open and were greeted with sun peaking in through your window shutters. Rolling over, you noticed a note propped up against a glass of water and a bottle of pain relievers.

Hey sleepy head- Left some medicine on the nightstand in case you need it. I'm always here when you need me.

—Ted

You groan reading the note, and reach for the much needed medicine. God. Shit got real last night.

A whirlwind of emotions crashes over you: embarrassment, vulnerability, relief...

He hadn't run away when you told him about your past. He didn't hesitate to take you into his arms.

He told you that you looked beautiful.

Surely this was too good to be true. He was too good to be true. Men like this don't just come into the picture. Things like that don't happen to people like you.

You roll out of bed, still dressed in your tastefully slutty dress from last night. Shrugging out of the material and throwing on a t-shirt and bike shorts, you reach for your phone on the nightstand.

You: Thanks for everything last night.

Before you can place it back down it pings with a response.

Ted: Of course. Practice is ending around 5 tonight — nothin' heals a hangover better than a good movie and takeout. What do you say?

You: You read my mind. Come over at 7?

Ted: Sounds like a plan, stan.

You smile and head to the bathroom to brush your teeth, smiling at your disheveled self in the mirror.

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It was 5pm and you were officially freaking out. The butterflies in your stomach were swarming, and you knew the only thing that could help was a stiff glass of wine and moral support. After texting both Keeley and Rebecca in your group chat (appropriately named Boss Bitchez), you were feeling a little better.

You were in the middle of fluffing a couch pillow when a loud knock at your front door startled you. Dropping the pillow, you quickly walk towards your door, heart rate accelerating. Ted wasn't going to be here until 7. What if Nick had found out where you lived? You had been sure to block him and remove your location tracking.

"OPEN UP BABES! SPECIAL DELIVERY!" Keeley's voice shouted through the door.

You breathed an audible sigh of relief. "Coming, coming!"

You threw the door open to see a very smug looking Keeley holding a gift bag behind her back.

"Keeley—what's up?" You say, looking confused.

"Well, Rebecca and I thought you might want some um, options for tonight." She smirks, pushing past you and into your apartment.

"Options?" You asked confused.

"You're netflixing and chilling babe, thought you'd want something to get the mood right."

Your heart beat quickly. Was this a hook up? Maybe? Is that all Ted wanted from you?

"Oh uh, I thought it'd also be kind of like..." You look to the floor embarrassed, "a date?"

"Duh. This is Ted. Of course it's a date. But like, knowing how hot you are, and just seeing how badly he wanted you last night, you should feel confident if you decide you want to..." She raises an eyebrow.

You look at her skeptically and point at the gift bag, "I'm nervous to see what you have in there."

"I wanted to go full out, but Rebecca reigned me in," She rolls her eyes. "It's just a few matching sets — look!"

You breathe another sigh of relief when you see that it is, in fact, just bras and panties. Nothing crazy. You reach for the black lace, it was subtle but beautiful, you had to admit.

"We'll start with this. Next time you're going crotchless!"

"Keeley!" You playfully shove her, now officially bright red.

"Oh stop. Ok try it on." She pushes you towards your bedroom.

"You really think I can pull this off?" You ask in disbelief.

"If you don't get in there and try this on right now, I will be smacking you across your stunningly gorgeous face." She says holding your eyes in a glare.

You put your hands up in surrender. "Okay, fine."

You stare at your reflection in the bathroom mirror, trying to summon up the courage to step out in front of Keeley. Surely if you can't show Keeley you definitely wouldn't be able to show Ted.

The bra hugged your breasts in a flattering way, pushing them up and leaving little to the imagination with the sheer black lace. The panties were high rise, also black lace. Letting your hair down, you realized that, for the first time in your life, you felt confident.

"Okay. I got this," you murmur to yourself, opening the bathroom door and facing Keeley who was waiting patiently on your bed.

"Holy fucking FIT!" She shouts loudly, causing you to grab your chest in fright.

"Jesus. You scared me," You laugh.

"I'm sorry, you just look," She stands up and grabs you in a warm hug, "So fucking beautiful and I'm just so excited about all of this."

You laugh, turning to put your jeans and tank top over it, "Well, thank you. I must say I am feeling a bit more confident."

She claps her hands, "Ok I'm leaving. But if I don't get a full report by tomorrow morning I WILL be back."

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There's a knock at your door at 7pm on the dot. You smile at his punctuality and quickly swing it open.

"Hey there!" He smiles at you warmly, holding a bag of takeout in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other.

"Welcome back," You joke, leading him into your apartment.

He smiles, setting the food down on your counter and you grab two wine glasses from the cabinet.

"How was training?" You ask, reaching for the bottle opener and opening the wine.

"It was good," He smiles, "The guys are looking really good. The winning streak definitely helps with morale."

You nod, handing him a wine glass, "That's awesome. I can't wait to see how the next game goes."

"You'll uh, you'll be there won't ya?" He asks, looking over at you as he takes a sip.

"Oh, of course." You laugh, "Rebecca, Keeley and I are practically tied to the hip these days."

Ted smiles, nodding, "A wonderful trio full of powerful ladies."

You lead him to the couch, and the two of you eat takeout and scroll through movie options. You laugh when you realize Ted's historical knowledge of rom coms is extensive.

"All I'm sayin' is that the end of the Notebook gets me. It gets me every single time."

The look on his face is so earnest it makes you laugh until tears come to your eyes.

"Hey now," he scolds you playfully, "I'm over here rejecting toxic masculinity and you're laughin' at me?"

"I'm sorry!" You say between spurts of laughter. "You're just so sweet, I can't help it."

Well...that slipped out.

He smiles, looking down at his lap. "What's that now?"

"Shut up." You mutter with a smirk.

"You think I'm sweet?" He says nudging you softly with his elbow.

"Maybe."

"Aw, darlin' don't go getting all embarrassed on me." His fingers tilt your chin up and you're met with a soft smile.

Your heart skips a beat at the pet name. Darlin'. The way it rolled off his tongue made your insides melt just a little bit.

Your gaze floats from his eyes down to his lips and then back to his eyes once more.

He seems to notice your pause, and his eyes look at yours in question. He's testing your boundaries, making sure you're comfortable.

You nod your head and lean closer to him. He smells like Old Spice and faintly of wine. Ted meets you half way, his lips meeting yours softly.

You feel your heart pound against your chest as you reach up to loop your arms around his shoulders. His mustache tickles against your top lip as you part your mouth, inviting his tongue to touch yours.

He lets out a soft moan at this, and you feel yourself growing hotter by the second. Throwing your leg over his hips, you move to straddle him on the couch, feeling him hard against your thigh. "Is this," you pant, "Okay?"

His lips move to your neck as he reaches for your hips, pressing you harder against him, "More than okay," he says in between kisses.

"Bedroom," you whisper, and he quickly grabs you as he stands up, carrying you to the bedroom and placing you down on the bed.

You pull him down to you and he trips over his own feet, "Oh, sorry 'bout that," he mutters nearly falling on top of you.

You laugh as you pull off his Richmond sweater, and reach to unbutton his shirt. Pulling his shirt off his shoulders, you reach up to take off your own.

He takes you in, and watches you like a hawk as you shrug off your jeans.

He swallows, running a hand through his hair, and reaches for your hand, pulling you up to stand.

Turning you around in a small circle, he drinks you in, eyes dark and full of lust, "Baby," he whispers, "Believe me when I tell you that I feel like the luckiest man in the world right now."

You smile, looking down, "You don't have to say that."

"But I mean it," he says reaching for you again and bringing you closer for another smoldering kiss.

Ted backs you up until you're sitting on the edge of the bed, and he kneels in front of you. "Now," he says running his hands down your sides and parting your legs, "I know you haven't been treated right. Breaks my heart knowin' someone like you hasn't been taken care of. So I'm gonna take care of you, honey." He leans down to place a kiss on your center, his hot breath fanning over the lace.

Your eyes roll back and you press your palms into the mattress, holding yourself up in a sitting position. "Fuck, Ted." You moan, hips raising automatically to meet his mouth.

His fingers hook onto the side of your panties and he drags them down, kissing your legs as he does so. "So beautiful," he whispers.

You gasp loudly when you feel him lick up your heat, his hands reaching up to grasp your chest.

"God, Ted. Please." You don't even know what you're begging for. Your body feels like live wire and you can't stop bucking your hips against his face.

"Easy there," he chuckles slightly, moving his hands to hold your hips down, "Just wanna make your feel good." His tongue finds your entrance as his finger makes its way to your clit, rubbing slow tight circles while his tongue prods you. His rhythm is consistent and you feel yourself already start to unravel.

You gasp loudly, "Ted. Ted, you're going to make me come. Please," he shifts his fingers to your entrance and curls them inside of you, tongue flicking quickly against your throbbing clit. Your vision starts to blacken, and you feel yourself tipping over the edge, crashing backwards on to the bed, no longer able to hold yourself up.

He works you through your orgasm, moaning as he feels you clench around his fingers.

"God you are just," you stutter out, "Fucking incredible." Your breathing is heavy as you scoot further up the bed to lay against the pillows.

He laughs, moving to hover over you, "Didn't think it was possible for you to be any more beautiful, but guess I was wrong."

"Ted," you whisper looking at him. Something about him pleasuring you so fully makes you desire him even more. Your eyes convey all he needs to know.

He smiles, making quick work of his pants and then kissing down your chest. You sit up to remove your bra, and gasp when his tongue circles around one of your nipples. Still overly sensitive, you arch your back against him and rub against him. He's hard and ready. "Do you have a uh,"

You cut him off, "Birth control. I'm clean," he nods.

"Me too. Well, alright," You feel instant relief as he pushes into you, reaching for his shoulders.

He presses his head between your neck and shoulder, breathing you in as he starts to move faster.

"Shit," he mutters. Your stomach flips hearing him swear, "God you feel so good."

You push him off of you and move to straddle him once again. He sits up to lean against your headboard. Bracing your hands on his chest you ride him quickly, "Fuck, I'm not going to be able to last much longer," he grits out, holding you closer against him. You feel your vision once again blacken and you start to shake as another orgasm takes over you.

"Fuck, Ted. I'm coming," You groan against him and he only drives into you faster.

"Where, where should I..." he looks at you in a mix of pleasure and urgency, and you pull him out of you, stroking him as you quickly place him in your mouth.

He groans loudly as he spills onto your tongue. His hands come up to run through your hair.

You swallow, moving up to lay your head on his chest, both of you breathing heavily.

"Hey," he says, fingers running light patterns up your back, "That was somethin' else."

"It was, wasn't it?" You smile, looking at him.

He returns the smile and pulls you closer to him. "Gotta tell you somethin'," he says as he shifts slightly, "I don't want you thinkin' this was the only reason I came by here."

You shake your head, "I don't think that, Ted."

He nods, looking at you once more, "I'm still figuring this stuff out, this dating stuff. I wanna be there for you in more ways than just this," he motions to the two of you in bed. "But if you don't wanna waste your time with an older guy like me, well, I understand darlin'. I'd never hold that against ya."

"Ted," you sit up turning to face him. "No one has ever shown me so much attention and compassion before...or honestly made me come that hard." He laughs and you grab his hand and bring it to your mouth, placing a soft kiss on his palm, "I wanna see where this goes."

He smiles looking down at you, "Well alrighty then. Let's see where this goes."

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You watch him drift off next to you after cuddling and finally deciding on watching The Proposal in bed because, "That Sandra, she really sells it, doesn't she?"

Kissing him softly on the forehead, you reach for your phone. You: Lunch tomorrow. Lots to talk about.

It buzzes immediately.

Keeley: You TOTALLY did it you sexy minx!! You did it, right?! I'm in.

Rebecca: KNEW IT. Well done, love. See you at the usual spot, 1pm?

You: I don't kiss and tell...over text. See you at 1.

[heartofholland]

tom recs <3

hi guys! here is a fic rec list i made of all the fics i’ve loved. personally, i consider myself an avid fic reader so i have read a shit ton of fics. these are just my highlights. let me know if you want more like this! and if you do end up reading any of these please make sure you REBLOG them to spread the goodness. these writers work their ass off and deserve all the credit in the world. enjoy! <3

SERIES

riding my by @worldoftom this fic is barely started but i love everything this writer puts out. very smutty, very hot. innocence kink check!

breaking curfew by @wazzupmrstark ASSHOLE TOM! my weakness. enemies to lovers but make it FWB. what I wish my summer camp was like instead of my thighs sticking to chairs and lice outbreaks.

eighteen by @angelic-holland corruption/innocence kink! basically all smut but damn do i want bad boy tom.

the situationship by @fairytelling can’t say enough about this fic. the definition of falling in love with your best friend. if my relationship isn’t like this i don’t want it.

happiness is a butterfly by @blissfulparker soft mob!tom and they’re forbidden soulmates! updates are WELL worth the wait!

i only feel you by @stuckonspidey the first time i read my watch thought i was working out for how high my heart rate was. shit keeps you on your toes. there is a sequel fic but just a heads up you will want to unstan tom on multiple occasions.

make me love you by @mrs-hollandstan frat boy player tom turned soft. mans does a whole 180. fuck dom.

perfidy by @peeterparkr couldn’t be more obsessed with this fic. they’re both so fucking stupid but too afraid to get hurt. also the social media posts are so fucking cute and crucial to the story 

eloped by @worldoftom getting married to tom in the most beautiful vacation spot? sign me the fuck up

you. by @txmhoelland i think there’s definely worse men to be set up with as a PR stunt.

erotas by @farfromparker i have definely read this fic for more days than i’ve been on this earth but every time i lose my goddamn mind

dare you to move by @starksparker-archive the best version of FWB tom is when you’re his roommate…

gone by @dahliaspidey this one… hurts. but i just know it will bounce back.

take me out by @angelic-holland warning this one is really dark. like serial killers. but it was so fascinating i am completely obsessed with the psychology of it all. jake is featured and please don’t imagine the mr. music the entire time like i did </3

single all the way by @heyhihellowhatsup0 i read this whenever i need a lil christmas pick me up

sweetener by @keepingupwiththeparkers cute awkward relationship. it is so real i feel like it could actually happen to me.

ex on the beach by @heyhihellowhatsup0 THE ANGST GIVES ME LIFE

SMUT

bartender by @t-o-m-holland tom happens to own your favorite bar. your subtle flirts aren’t working. the banter between reader and the fam makes me wish i didn't have social anxiety.

siren by @rosyparkers don’t get me wrong i will scream ACAB til the day i die but police officer tom could definitely get it.

best of three by @mrs-hollandstan one of the 3000 threesome fics i have saved. imagine not getting one of the hottest men but TWO.

roommates by @hollandbaby what a coincidence we both want to fuck each other! this checks all the kinks my man. i’ve read this probably no less than 100 times.  

that was that by @moorehollandplz dom!tom but something flips and he’s never been more gentle. mans got both sides of the playing field covered.

know your enemy by @angelic-holland short but sweet. hate sex is always hotter behind the scenes.

wasabi by @angelic-holland literally everything about alice is phenomenal but this is on of my faves. when i read this it makes me feel smarter. also body shots.

say good night by @madmadmilk this writers work never fails to blow me away but this time she managed to encapsulate my entire life. (minus the execution with a very hot and experienced best friend).

buwygf-ib by @hholyholland just ignore tomdaya for a sec and take in the hottest dom!tom i’ve ever witnessed.

cocky by @sykoxartist yeah he’s an asshole but he’s your asshole. at least that’s what he thinks.

sovereign by @farfromparker sub!tom is so hot. man will beg for DAYS.

summer vacation by @kidney9-9  when is hate sex ever like…. not hot as fuck?

ride by @tomhollandsstan face riding. period.

coincidence by @starshinebucky actor!reader and tom fuck… at least they’ll have good chemistry next time.

skin by @hollandbaby dom!tom is not ok with being a sub. unless it’s for you.

you can bet on it by @kiwi-bitchez all of this writers smut makes my pussy throb. this is my fave. just wait for the twist.

a rose blooms by @cornacopicimagines prince!tom drives me wild. but wait til he finds out you’re not a virgin.

begging by @raewritesfiction tom makes you beg for it.

self reflection by @stuckonspidey this is actual proof tom has a praise kink.

minor inconvenience by @angel-spidey toms an idiot but at least he can get you off.

flesh by @starshinebucky cocky tom kills me.

keeping him nice and warm by @marvelouspeterparker mob!tom the gif itself to sends me.

after hours by @cornacopicimagines never had sexual tension with a teacher but this will do.

ANGST

josslyn by @multiharlot messy situation but reader handles it like a champ. if your heart isn’t broken enough, the last line will make sure it’s unfixable for days on end.  

moral of the story by @kelieah listen to the song while you’re at it to make your cry sesh take a turn for the worst. 

cherry by @xoluvx this one hurts real bad. so does the song. 

a complicated love story by @samhollandssweaters an emotional rollercoaster for real.

he dies in the end by @allfandomxreader ignore the title and just cry your eyes out with me.

eighteen by @fancyxholland you’ll be confused why it’s in the angst category but trust me.

all the lies by @peteywillproceed getting cheated on but the girl is toms gf, how do you tell him. 

memories by @nycparkers i sob to this whenever i need a good cry. 

don’t be a fool by @nycparkers breakups that dont end messily make me so fucking jealous.

FLUFF

kiss currency by @madmadmilk borderline smut. confused and oblivious harrison. dialogue inspires me to talk to males.  

plank all over me by @waitimcomingtoo FILRTY TOM! THE BANTER! i really am a whore for well written dialogue. there’s additional parts but i won’t spoil.

 playing cupid by @marvelobsessedteenager you set everyone else up but wait a damn minute how did you forget about tom?

 little flirt by @webslinger-holland oh to flirt with tom while he’s sweaty from intensely dancing for the lip sync battle.

pour it out by @rhapsodyparker i don’t know what it is but famous!reader going on talk shows or having interviews and they ask the reader cheeky questions about tom might be one of my many kinks…

hubby by @t-holland2080 it’s the small things that make me want to bawl my eyes out for being so lonely.

going live by @redrebecca the dialogue makes me cry of happiness! tom doing a live (what a concept).

paddy’s crush by @tom-holland-is-spiderman jealous tom but of his younger brother.

 wannabe by @sailingintothenight the cliffhanger at the end demands a second part.

flawless by @missnxthingg  tom is a simp.

you and me by @sunshinehollandd best friend tom makes me soft.

dick appointments. web shooters. the duality of a man. by @porterporker  it gets a lil steamy but man is “web shooter” a funny name for a dick.

best day by @thollandss dad!tom gives me baby fever even though i am a virg.

 tom asks your dad by @blissfulparker can i just skip through the bad boyfriends and just marry the love of my life already.

baked chicken by @waitimcomingtoo there isn’t a category for awkward but if there was this would be in it.

lover boy by @starshinebucky  tom being so oblivious you like him that you need to call for backup.

afterglow by @wickedholland i wish someone would treat me like this when im drunk instead of leaving me to hold my own hair back.

[hollandsrecs]

smut masterlist (1)

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—minors dni with these fics—

a golf lesson by hollandcrush

aftercare by dlwritings

summary: not everyone cares about their first time. some people just wanted to get it over with. you had always wanted it to be special. a special time with a special guy. but after ages of never finding that guy, you decide to just get it over with. tom helps with the aftermath of the disaster.

all i need by marvelouspeterparker

summary: you’ve noticed that tom’s really been on edge lately. when you ask how you can help, he knows the perfect way. 

best friend’s brother by angelic-holland

summary: you’re harry’s best friend. so tom’s off limits. besides; he’s older, he’s constantly got girls trying to hook up with him. there’s absolutely no way he’s be interested in you. right?

body by toms-gf

summary: tom waking you up really isn’t as bad as it seems

breathe life into me by angelhaz11

summary: tom feels far away from himself when he’s away from you. when he’s home, it’s an entirely different story.

cheers, darling by tomsrebeleyebrow

curiosity bit the cat by spidey-sophie

summary: at the biggest halloween party of the year you meet a mystery guy dressed as spider-man. you haven’t even seen his face, but somehow you just can’t get enough of him.

dirty little joy by farfromparker

summary: tom used to do porn, you’re more than interested when you stumble across one of his old videos.

dirty truth or dare by keepingupwiththeparkers

enjoy the show by hollandcrush

excited by tommybaholland

summary: the one where you and tom try to experiment with your sex life; an unexpected accessory catching your eye...

feel your love by angelic-holland

summary: they say when you take away one sense, the others are heightened… tom really likes to be blindfolded during sex.

good by flower-cage

summary: you just want to be good for him.

grab it hard by tomsrebeleyebrow

summary: what could go wrong when tom decides to post a video on his instagram story? pretty much everything. and now, one single thought runs into your head: taking advantage of it fully.

highway to heaven by ptrbprkrs

summary: just you and tom on a road trip having the time of your lives. kisses, intimacy, and motel sex included.

hold back by flower-cage

summary: tom’s shooting a movie and you can’t stop bruising him during sex.

home alone by ballyhoobarnes

summary: you come over for an innocent movie night with tom.

impatient by thirsttrapholland

summary: tom has agreed to accompany you to a dinner party, but he is getting impatient.

into the woods by rosyparkers

summary: it’s not easy to pretend you’re not in love with your best friend and don’t want to jump all one hundred and seventy-three centimeters of him. it’s even harder when it’s just you and him, stuck in a remote cabin in the woods, after your other friend bails.

irreconcilable differences by bi-writes

summary: “…he was still playing games, but he was no longer the player.”

is it time? by creatively--challenged

summary: tom is finally home and y/n needs to tell him how she feels. she’s buried it for so long but it doesn’t want to stay buried any longer. tom is finally home and he needs to tell her how her feels before he misses his chance and finds her unattainable. 

just can’t get enough by marvelouspeterparker

summary: you and tom have been doing this friends with benefits thing for a while now, repressing your feelings, playing this twisted, toxic, jealousy fueled game. but when will you both just accept the truth and be honest with each other?

let me show you by hollandcrush

summary: tom breaking down your walls to show you how much you finally mean to him. physically.

love on set by selfcarecap

summary: you’ve never kissed anyone while filming. actually, you’ve never kissed anyone, ever. now you have to have your first kiss on set for the latest film you’re acting in, with tom holland no less. but luckily he’s there to practise with you beforehand, or at least you hope you can gather the courage to ask him.

make you feel better by pensivepeter

summary: you’re on your period, and your wonderful boyfriend helps you relieve some of the discomfort in the best way.

manual labour by kiwi-bitchez

movie night by ballyhoobarnes

summary: a movie night leads to more than planned when you discover just what tom gets ups to after you’ve left.

no bottoms by starkissedparker

summary: one of tom’s favorite things in the world was to come home to you smiling in the kitchen or lounging on the couch, but most of all his favorite thing was to come home to you in bed. 

no knock knocks by madmadmilk

summary: tom, your sweetie pie stupid roommate, has a bad habit of walking into your room unannounced.

no nut november by wazzupmrstark

summary: tom takes the no nut november bet with harrison leaving you confused as to why he’s acting so strange.

no knock knocks by madmadmilk

not just a fantasy by worldoftom

summary: “tell me your fantasy, i’ll tell you mine.”

on the house by hollandcrush

summary: after a hard day, tom goes to a small countryside pub to relieve some stress.

one track mind by ballyhoobarnes

summary: loving, whole-hearted tom smut.

prosecco courage by 2018shawn

summary: the one where prosecco made you needy.

risky insta live by terrifictomholland

summary: what happens when you decide to give your boyfriend a little treat during his instagram live? 

safe with you by hufflepuffhollander

summary: as an a-list celebrity, there can be a lot of threats out there. luckily, you have a bodyguard that keeps close by, in more ways than one. but always being watched comes with its own problems.

seventeen minutes in heaven by pensivepeter

summary: tuwaine can’t set a timer to save his life and your relationship with tom - already teetering on the edge of friendship and something more - comes to a head no pun intended, creating a recipe for an eventful game. 

sneaky by softspideyboy

summary: tom and reader get heated until harrison comes home early.

something new by starktonyx

summary: you surprise tom by deep-throating him for the first time.

thick(er) by tommybaholland

summary: the one where you acknowledge how good your man looks right now while beginning to shoot the spider-man sequel.

true reflections by uglypastels

summary: tom shows you why he loves you, even when you don’t see it.

unexpected by angelic-holland

summary: you didn’t know your best friend feels the same way about you, until you’re forced to share a bed in a hotel one night.

web shooter by heyhihellowhatsup0

summary: you see tom in his new spider-man suit for the first time and decide to take advantage of it.

welcome home by thirsttrapholland

summary: tom’s been gone for three weeks and you want him to know how much you’ve missed him.

why it’s fun to be a tease by lousimusician

“you heard me. take it off.” by keepingupwiththeparkers

summary: what’s that tom? you want to get freaky under the table in the middle of a restaurant? okie dokie.

you up by thirsttrapholland

summary: you had told yourself that you would just ignore him this time; that this would be the time that you wouldn’t give in.

[littlekatleaf]

Be As You've Always Been

Back on my Roadrat bullshit, bitchez. (As always, I am bitchez.)

When all the worst we fear lets fall its weight When the gyre widens on a window, wave breaks ~ Hozier, Be

“It’s ridiculous,” Roadhog grumbles into his mug of coffee. His voice rasps and he clears his throat irritably. It doesn’t help, and neither does the sip he takes, as the liquid burns his throat instead of soothing the ache. Fucking cold.

Junkrat shrugs, doesn’t bother responding or even looking up from where he’s stuffing a few more grenades into his rucksack.

“It’s barely a plan. And to go off without me… no backup. It’s insane.”

“So ya keep tellin’ me,” Junkrat replies, clearly unconcerned. “Don’t know why ya think it’s gonna be different this time.”

“Guess I thought maybe you’d listen for once in your life.”

“An’ what fun would that be?” Junkrat zips the sack closed and finally looks over at him, eyes shining with that particular glint that means shit’s about to get lit. One way or another.

Roadhog sighs and relents. What else can he do? He doesn’t have the energy to try and hold Junkrat back now. It’s gone too far. As usual. If he could walk more than three meters without needing hogdrogen, if he could take a full breath without coughing hard enough to lose a lung, if he were well, he could protect Rat from the worst of the fallout. Since he can’t… “Promise you’ll comm if,” - when - “shit goes sideways.”

“Ain’t gonna go no ways other than what I want.” There’s an edge in Junkrat’s voice, the promise of violence. Then his mood shifts, mercurial as always, and he laughs. “But if it does, ‘course I will. Gotta give ya a chance to earn your keep, ya bloody bludger.”

Roadhog snorts. “Number of times I’ve saved your skinny arse more than makes up for the pittance you’ve given me.”

“Pig’s arse!” The door slams on Junkrat’s laughter, the sound trailing behind him.

Roadhog rolls his eyes - fucking terrible pun. Even so… even so he huffs half a laugh. He can never resist. All too quickly, though, silence swallows him. Usually the quiet left in Junkrat’s wake is a relief, a small island of solitude, a hint of before. Before he blew in like a cyclone and upended Roadhog’s life.

There’s no ease in it today. A hint of electricity in the air raises the hair on his arms and even from his seat at the table he can see the bank of cumulonimbus piling up in the west. His joints ache, like the fever just passed but deeper. Cold front. Like to be a storm. By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes… He shakes his head, pushes himself to his feet. Not going to sit and wait for it. He turns his back to the window and begins to wash the dishes.

He’s just putting the last pans into the cabinet when the storm breaks, rain lashing against the cabin. Wind howls around the building, whining down the chimney and in the edges of the sound there’s an echo of her voice calling, calling him - “Daddy! Daddy!”

He closes his eyes for just a moment, sucking in a breath and letting it out slowly. Not going to go there this time. Not going to… He leans his forehead against the wood. Stay in this time, in this place. His hands fist at his sides, nails cutting into palms. The pain grounds. Need music. Something to drown the sound of the storm. Just as he reaches out for the vid screen lightning flashes, there’s a pop in the distance, and power cuts.

“Goddamn it,” he says out loud and the hoarseness of his voice pisses him off. Fucking fuses. Now he’s going to have to go out in the rain, when he’s sick, and fix the fuse box. Damn Junkrat anyway. He should be here taking care of it, instead of pulling some stupid asinine caper by himself like a complete idiot. And what if something happened to him? What if he’s trying to comm right now but can’t get through because the power’s out? What if he’s hurt? Or worse… and he doesn’t have anyone at his back? “Damn him.”

Feels like he’s caught in one of Junkrat’s steel traps. If he had the first clue where the Rat was, he could get on the Harley and be there and fuck the consequences, but he doesn’t so he’s stuck here. In the dark. In the silence that’s too damn loud. Completely unable to settle anywhere, he paces.

A crack splits the sky and the concussive blast that follows nearly knocks Junkrat from his foot. He staggers for a second, but even though he can’t hear himself through the ringing in his ears, he laughs. Mine might’ve exploded a fraction of a second earlier than planned, but the resulting gout of flames catches the suits even as they flee. None left to tell tales, not even the Queen’s favorite dealer. Killing him would hit her where it hurt - an unexpected bonus, on top of the bag of dosh they’d dropped when they ran. Victory’s sweet and if he’d listened to Roadhog, he’d have missed it. Gonna give him so much shit.

He shoulders the bag and winces when the strap hits a bruise on his chest. It’s possible that Roadie might - just might- have a point about taking a job alone when he’s coming down sick, though. Brain feels slow, thoughts foggy - not good for specific trajectory calculations. Mine went off a second sooner and he’d end up short another leg. He imagines himself trying to walk on two pegs and laughs again.

Ain’t gonna mention that picture to Hoggie, though. Bloke’s got no sense of humor when it comes to things like this, for some reason Rat can’t fathom. Not the worst beating he’s taken and nowhere near bad enough to disturb the Hog when he’s just getting over being sick. Not looking forward to the walk back though, way his leg’s aching and his head, too.

Instead of dwelling on that, or the annoying tickle that’s beginning to build somewhere between his sinuses and the back of his throat, Junkrat focuses on remembering the way the flames shot up and out of the mine, the way the explosion shuddered his heart in his chest.

Every now and again a breeze kicks up, swirling tiny cyclones of dry leaves and dust. He coughs, knuckles his nose, but doesn’t look up. Lost in reverie, he doesn’t notice the gathering clouds. He misses the first the rumble of thunder in the distance, the sound fits so seamlessly into his memory.  But the first drops of rain are cold enough to startle him back to himself. He rubs his hands over his bare arms and shivers. Bollocks.

A tongue of lightning licks down from the sky and the roll of thunder that follows reverberates his chest more intensely than the mine. Fuck - Roadie’s alone in the cabin. Hadn’t even thought to look at the weather before heading out. Maybe Roadhog had… maybe that’s why he was trying so hard to call off the heist. Such a fucking idiot, just like Hog always says. Junkrat ducks his head as wind whips rain against him and, ignoring the cramp in his thigh and the building congestion, he walks faster.

By the time he finally reaches the cabin, he’s completely soaked, out of breath, and shivering hard enough that his teeth chatter. Doesn’t matter though. He’s back, he’s got the money, and he fucking did it all by himself.

The wind catches the door as he opens it and slams it back against the wall with a thud. “You’re never gonna believe what happened, Roadie,” he says, sniffling a little. “The Queen’s fuckin’ dealer was there! Blew him an’ the other fuckin’ drongos sky high, before the sky opened.” He giggles, slams the door closed and drops the bag onto the floor.

Roadhog, of course, isn’t saying anything. Just standing there in the middle of the room like a statue, watching him.

“Ridiculous,” Junkrat sniffs, yanking open the zipper to show off the haul. “Who’s ridiculous now?” He rubs his nose with his wrist, but a sudden sneeze crashes over him. “Huh… R’issshew! Shit.” There’s a spatter of raindrops on the floor.

Roadhog cocks a brow.

“Don’t even… heh R’ussshew! Fucking… say… Ahshhhuh! … anything.”

“Are you finished?”

Junkrat shrugs, both because he’s not completely sure and also because it’ll irritate Roadhog.

“Do you have any fucking idea how stupid you were?” Roadhog yanks the dish towel off its hook. “It’s one thing to rob a couple of low level dipshits pushing some penny ante dope. It’s another thing entirely to go up against one of the Queen’s people, by yourself. What were you thinking?” He closes the distance between them before Junkrat can back up and starts rubbing the shit out of his hair. “I told you…”

“Don’t you come the raw prawn to me,” Junkrat interrupts. He ducks away from the towel, and pokes Roadhog in the center of the chest. “I’ve been taking care of myself for fucking twenty years, mate. Not incompetant.” “No?” Roadhog brushes his hand away, like it’s nothing. He crosses his arms and studies Rat. Carefully. Intently. Like he can see every bruise, every scratch, even in the dim light of the storm.

Junkrat sets his jaw, resists the urge to shiver as a raindrop traces a path down the back of his neck. He yanks the towel out of Roadhog’s hands and wipes his own head just as harshly. “If this is incompetence, I’m fucking fine with it,” he says. “I mean, what’s competence get you? Fuck all, that’s what. Sit around here on your fat date. How ya gonna pay for your fancy motorcycle parts? How ya gonna pay for the chemicals for your hogdrogen? Think all that shit just magically appears?”

“Junkrat…”

“So yeah, I’m a little banged up. Little sore. But so the fuck what? I got what we need and not only that, but I fuckin’ stuck it to that bitch. She ain’t gonna be quite so,” he snags a gasp on a sudden need to sneeze again. “Huh… R’issshew! Usshhew!  At’chhh!” He tries to cover but is shivering too hard to do a proper job of it. God damnit; hard to prove he’s not a mess when he keeps acting like one.

“Rat...”

He sniffles, trying to stave off another set of sneezes. Gotta get it together. “Don’t start. I’m fine. Ju…just… Hut’chhuh!  Isshh!  Huh-at’sshuh!  Just cold,” he manages to say. “Ain’t gonna cark it.”

“Jamie.”

There’s an unusual warmth in Roadie’s gravelly voice and it startles Junkrat into silence.

“Did a good job.” He wraps a blanket around Junkrat and it’s surprising enough that Rat just stands there and lets him do it. He’s still gaping when Roadie takes the towel from him and dries his hair again, but gently. “Just… shoulda been there for you.” His tone is still weird, a little shaky.

“Sound like you were the one freezing yer sack off out there,” Junkrat says. “What’s…” A flash of lighting illuminates the cabin, thunder claps simultaneously, Roadhog flinches, and Junkrat suddenly understands. “I ain’t that bad off,” he says, more quietly. “And ya said it yourself, it’s my own stupidity, rushing in when I’m a little…” He sniffs, then sneezes harshly into the blanket. “It’s not your fault.”

“Shoulda…” “Shoulda nothin’. Everything ain’t under your control, Hog. Strong as you are, can’t stop some shit from happening. Just the way of the world, fucked as it is.” Junkrat shrugs. He tugs a jacket over himself, blanket and all, and heads for the door. “I’ll have the fuse fixed in a tick an’ you can make dinner. ‘M starved.”

Roadhog lets him go back out into the storm just long enough to get the electric back up. He knows it’s Rat’s way of apologizing. And for his part, by the time Junkrat returns, he’s got the shower running hot. He scrounges up enough ingredients for a halfway decent chicken noodle soup that Junkrat appreciates, even though it’s barely better than the tinned shit his daughter loved when she was sick. For a second, he wonders whether Junkrat’d ever had someone to make him soup - back when he was always Jamie. And whether he’s thinking of them when he gazes blankly into the steam curling up from the bowl.

A silence hangs between them. Rain hammers against the roof. Thunder still rumbles, though farther away now. The room feels full of unspoken presence. The hair at his nape prickles, his shoulder muscles tighten anticipating a touch, even though Junkrat’s sitting right across from him at the table. “Rat,” he says, even though he doesn’t know exactly what he wants to ask. His voice sounds near as strangled as when he’s wearing his mask.

“Huh-isssh! Isssh!  Ah-shhuh!” Junkrat sneezes suddenly, and even though he manages to cover with the blanket he’s got draped around his shoulders again, it’s loud enough that Roadhog startles. Which, of course, cracks Junkrat up so he’s giggling even as he’s gearing up for another set of sneezes. “Jumpy,” he says, when he can finally catch his breath.

“Well you sneeze louder than the fucking storm.”

“Fair point,” Rat says and slurps the last of his soup, then yawns. “Bloody knackered.”

“It’s early yet.” Roadhog wants to unsay the words even as they leave his lips. He sounds too fucking needy and he hates it. But if Rat goes to sleep now, he’ll be alone in the silence again. He grabs the empty bowls and takes them to the sink.

Junkrat hums a considering noise. “Heard they’re streaming the mech battles tonight. Think Wrecking Ball’s gonna be fighting. Wanna watch?”

The excitement of the battle keeps Junkrat awake long enough to watch Wrecking Ball demolish the other competitors, though his cheering is somewhat muted by the hoarseness of his voice. As the night wears on, he slowly fades until he dozes off, head pillowed on Roadhog’s lap. The rhythm of his snoring is oddly comforting and Roadhog finds himself relaxing as the rain slows to a steady patter. He picks up his novel and begins to read.

Maybe he dozes too, because a whisper threads through him. Not your fault. Can’t control everything… and when he blinks, there are tears on his cheeks.