#loudly groaning and knitting with the speed of light just to get to the heel

[ninoochat]

knitting socks be like

cuff: boring, let me die, when's the good part, ugh maybe i can just do 10 rounds fuck it it'll slouch

leg: awful, can't focus on the pattern, is this even good idk it takes forever to even see the pattern emerge, get me out of here i beg

heel flap, turn and picking up the stitches: talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show stopping, spectacular, never the same, totally unique, completely not ever been done before

gusset decrease: im gonna fucking kms

foot: eh at least the sole goes fast??

toes: ah shit i fucked up my decreases because im tired of this bullshit OH WELL nobody will know

kitchener stitch: baby. baby boy. you've done nothing wrong and i love you

[dashesofink]

Remember

Drabble: 15.” You called me, remember?”

50.” Where am I?”

27.” Your heart is pounding.”

Pairings: John Mitchell x Reader

Word Count: 1423

Warnings: mentions of injuries, slight blood mention, mention of panic attack, alcohol mention

Main Taglist: @legolaslovely @naniellesworld @t00-many-th0ughts @fizzyxcustard @c4ts4ndstuff

When you finally regained consciousness the whole world was spinning. Your eyes were foggy and the room around you seemed to spin and swirl together as the pounding in your head increased. A groan pushed passed your chapped lips and you quickly squeezed your eyes shut when the lights overhead shone way to bright in your sensitive eyes. The whole world seemed to blur together, and even though you could feel a presence beside you, and you could feel them hold on to you hand as they spoke, you couldn’t quite piece together what they were saying. The room smelled vaguely of bleach and the lights above you seemed way to bright, even through your eyelids they blared down on you. It wasn’t until you moved your arm to block the light did you feel a tug against your elbow, shortly followed by a stinging pain.

Only then did the world around you become clear. Your eyes shot open and you found yourself lying in a hospital bed. The rhythmic beeping of your heart monitor was steady until you looked down to the IV sticking out of your elbow, and it was then that you saw the big ugly cast that wrapped around your left leg. The monitor began to speed up as fear filled your body. Yet when you felt a tug against your right hand you snapped your head to the side, and immediately you were greeted with the concerned gaze of a familiar face.

“M-Mitchell?” Your voice was hoarse, and an ache was quick to build in your throat before you let out a cough. He already had a small cup of water in hand and he offered it to you, yet you didn’t quite take a sip of the liquid as you looked to him. “W-Where am I?” You knew you were in the hospital, yes, but you didn’t know how you got there. The monitor next to your bed began to beep quickly again as your anxiety and fear grew, and Mitchell’s eyes blew wide before he reached for your hand again, his lips brushing the skin of your bruised knuckles before he sandwiched your hand between his fingers.

“The hospital.” He informed you, eyes dancing with worry when he looked between the cast of your leg and to your face. You guessed by the way his eyebrows knitted together that you must’ve looked quite horrible, and judging by the ache in your brow and the pulsing of your bottom lip you assumed you were right to guess that. “You called me, remember?” You didn’t. You didn’t remember calling him. In fact, you couldn’t seem to remember anything passed waking up moments ago. The pounding in your head and the ringing in your ears had dulled to a low ache, yet a sharp pain settled in the back of your skull whenever you tried to remember what had happened the night before, but you couldn’t. “Your heart is pounding.” Concerned filled his eyes when he listened to the sudden raise in your pulse, and he gave your hand a small squeeze before scooting his chair closer to yours. “Y/N, what’s wrong?”

“I-i.. why can’t I remember?” Panic set in and your eyes blew wide as you looked to him. “Mitchell, why can’t I remember anything?!” Tears stung the back of your eyes as you looked to him in fear, and suddenly the air in your lungs seemed nonexistent. Once again the monitor besides you went off, beeping rapidly and loudly as your breathing became erratic and uneven

Mitchell’s eyes widened as he watched you crumble in terror while you gasped for breath. He tried his hardest to calm you, to reassure you that everything was alright and that you were safe, but you didn’t seem to hear him. Your face soon grew red from lack of oxygen and the panic and absolute fear was clearly seen in your eyes as tears streamed heavily down your cheeks. Soon enough Mitchell climbed into the bed next to you, wrapping his arms tight around your body and pulling you close to his chest. His fingers smoothed over your knotted hair as he held you close, whispering sweet-nothings and words of reassurance softly in your ear to help you relax. The raising of your heart beat must have notified the doctors, as he saw Nina and two other nurses hurry to your room but she froze upon seeing him with you, arms tight around your body like a protective cocoon. He merely shook his head at her, and she gave an understanding nod before spinning on her heel, ushering the others with her to follow.

“It’ll be alright now, Y/N.” Mitchell’s lips pressed softly against your burning skin as you cried into his shoulder. It pained him to see you so weak and so fragile, all because of one stupid night out you had been planning for weeks. “I’ve got you now, you’re safe.” His arms tightened around your body and he pulled you close to him, maneuvering you to be as comfortable as possible while keeping your broken leg up where it was supposed to be. Though your breathing had become easier for you he could hear the way you still struggled to draw air into your lungs. Your tears soaked the front of his jumper, and your fist creased the fabric as you held on to him. Moments passed and soon enough you pushed past your attack, but even as your tears stopped and the heaving of your chest slowed he held onto you.

Mitchell was absolutely astonished and almost terrified when you had called him the night before. Your voice was heavily slurred, and the way your heels clicked against the pavement in the background as you spoke to him over the phone made him nervous. He had told you to stay put, or to find someplace safe to sit down so he could come get you, but you merely laughed. The alcohol in your system was almost too much to handle, and when your shoulder collided with a brick wall as you stumbled, you laughed again. Mitchell was quick to grow frustrated as you kept interrupting him, and he was about ready to hang up and go look for you but when he heard voices in the background of your phone he froze. The voices grew closer and his fingers tightened around his phone. He felt helpless as the men that approached you taunted you, their words sounding like poison to his ears when they began making crude comments about you and your body. He grew hot with anger when your pleads for them to leave you alone slurred through the speaker, and within moments he was out of the door and on the streets looking for you.

“Nina’s gonna have to come in to see how you’re doing.” Mitchell’s lips were pressed to your temple when he spoke again, and his eyes were squeezed shut as you cuddled closer to him. He could still see the blood from your wounded body splattering against the pavement and around you when he had first spotted you. Your leg was twisted at an ungodly angle, your face was swollen, bruised and bloodied, and the cuts that littered the rest of your body made everything seem worse. “Just a small check-up, nothing too bad.” He was terrified when he found you, and though the tingling sensation that ate away at his throat when he smelled your blood was hard to push past as he neared you, the worry and horror in his veins seemed to keep him under control for the time being.

“Y-you’ll stay here, right?” Your hands tugged against his jumper again, and when he met your gaze his eyes softened. Your lips were trembling still and he could see that you were on the verge of crying again. Your body ached in places you didn’t even know were possible, and even though you knew that you were safe in the hospital, you couldn’t seem to shake the dread that loomed over you at the thought of being alone again. “Please, Mitchell.”

His thumb brushed over the skin of your bruised cheek to swipe away any tears that fell, and his lips formed into a comforting smile as he nodded. “Of course, love,” You cuddled into his chest again after he placed a kiss to your forehead, and when his arms circled your broken body again you relaxed into his protective hold. “I’m never leaving you again.”

[bapyess1r]

Amphetamine

WARNINGS: SMUT

CHAPTER 12

Talia’s POV

We sat in the boat in the middle of the water, music playing softly from the boat's radio as I tended to his wounds that had yet to be treated. “Why didn’t you get patched up before you came back. You were literally leaking when I saw you.”

I nagged as I sat up on my knees to clean the wound on his forehead and nose. He smiled shyly at me as he twirled the champagne flute between his fingers.

“I had other priorities…” he said simply. He just looked at me, waiting for me to blush. Which I did a bit.

“I’m serious, Sam. I’d understand if you didn’t come tonight.” I said as I put some ointment on a q-tip and ran it gently over the scar on the bridge of his nose.

“Why wouldn’t I come?” He said, grabbing a hold of my wrist gently for a moment. His eyes never left mine, no matter where I looked. I didn’t have an answer. So I changed the subject.

“Did your nose get broken again?” I asked, poking around the slight bruise that began to form.

“You should see the other guy.” He chuckled, wincing at the pain a bit. I forced a laugh. It was truly amazing how he found the time to joke about anything.

“Does it hurt?” I asked.

“Nah. This? This is nothing. The guy hit like a bitch.” He said jokingly, reassuring me that he was fine.

“I don’t know what I’d do if someone broke my nose…” I said, naively. He laughed at my sudden innocence as I took a sip of champagne.

“You’d probably break their face. Your anger is absolutely unmatched.” He laughed and I punched him in the arm with a giggle. He hissed, grabbing his shoulder and I completely regretted hitting him.

“Shit are you good?!”

“I’m fine, sweetheart. Really! Just a little sore.” He told me but that still didn’t make me feel any better. I pouted. “Hey now, stop all that. C’mere.” He gestured for me to come over and I sat next to him, tucked under his arm. I rested my head on his shoulder as he stroked my hair. “Did you change your hair?” He said, pushing a strand behind my ear. I bit my lip and nodded. “It’s different… I like it.” He smirked, drawing his finger beneath my chin to bring my lips to his. The kiss grew passionate and hungry. He pulled me into his lap and I let his hands wander. I caressed his face with both hands and nipped at his bottom lip, grinding into his lap with very little fabric separating us. “God, I’ve missed you…” he breathed heavily, kissing my cheek and down my neck. I laughed, absolutely flustered by the attention he was giving me.

“Oh yeah?”

“God yes…” he moaned as I kissed his neck.

“Show me.” I whispered in his ear.

Something animalistic escaped his lips as he gathered up my hair in his hand and sucked at the exposed skin above my blouse, his free hand groping my thigh. He found a soft spot on my neck and continued to suck there until I was writhing in his lap. It wasn’t long before his hard-on poked at me from beneath his slacks. As he slipped his tongue into my mouth, I fumbled with the buckle of his belt and he fiddled with the buttons of his shirt. I didn’t even bother to take it off, he looked so good in it. He lifted my blouse over my head and groaned when he noticed the bra I wore.

“You wore your sexy set without telling me.” He grunted as he trailed kisses above my bra. He pushed my hair off my shoulder and left kisses in the crook of my neck again before swiftly laying me on my back. He pulled off my skirt and stood to drop it somewhere on the boat, leaving my heels on my feet. He leaned on the side of the boat with a wicked smirk as he stared down at my body, relishing in the moment. “Look at you…” he began as I sat up to look at him, posing a bit. I crawled towards him before kneeling in front of him to unzip his pants and free his length. The cool air blowing off of the water made me shiver a bit as I ran my hands up his thighs, licking the tip of him. He let out a slow groan, gripping the railing of the boat as I allowed him to slip down my throat. “So really missed me, huh princess?” He said darkly, pulling my hair out of my face. I sucked and licked him to the edge satisfaction, torturing him with the sensation of release. He held my head with both hands and pulled himself from between my lips with a gasp. “Slow down, baby, you’re gonna make me cum… and I still have… so much I wanna do to you.” He said, dangerously, rubbing his thumb across my lips as he kneeled in front of me.

He wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me into his lap, unhooking my bra with his free hand before taking a nipple between his lips. The feeling of his lips on my body causing my back to arch. He clawed at my back in the process of lavishing my chest. Then he laid me down on my back and I stared into the night sky as he trailed hot kisses down to my pantyline. His lips knew my body best so I was in for it. I was literally about to see stars and I knew it. I squealed as he bit between my legs making us both giggle. “I’m gonna make you scream.” He stated confidently. And, goddamn, I believe him.

“Don’t talk about it, be about it.” I managed to get out as he left sloppy kisses and nips to my inner thighs. With a Cheshire smile and lust swirling in his hazel eyes, he pulled my underwear down over my legs with his teeth, tossing them somewhere.

“God, I missed you…” I growled before giving my pussy a long, deep lick. I threw my head back as the sensation shocked my core. Throwing a leg over his shoulder, I dug my fingers in his hair as he worked with his tongue. He bit into me suddenly and I squirmed with a light scream attached to it. “Let me hear you, princess.” He disappeared below me and did the same thing again. My breathing was beginning to come out of pattern. He began to pick up speed, lapping up my juices as he went and just when I was feeling myself come undone, he stopped. Hastily, he kicked off his pants, boxers and shoes. He crawled up to me, latching his lips to mine, his tongue darting between my lips forcing me to taste myself. I could feel him teasing my entrance as he peppered my face with sweet kisses. He wrapped my hair around his hand and eased himself into me with a shuddering sigh. He began pumping in and out shamelessly and my eyes closed as my head fell back. He slammed into me alternating his pace as to draw out my orgasm and I began to lose feeling in my fingers. I let out a whine as I slapped the floor beside me with my palm.

“I'm gonna fucking cum.” I said, rather surprised that he achieved his goal so early. The stamina on this man was truly incredible. He could last for hours and normally so could I but it had been too long since I had his body on mine. He threw my leg over his shoulder, his brows knitted tightly in focus as he picked up an almost demonic speed. I teared up a little as that familiar feeling grew in my gut. The stars above me were growing brighter and brighter... I was a whimpering mess as he drove into me. A few grunts and moans slipped from his lips as he put my leg down and pulled me closer. His lips crashed into mine, never slowing down. We moaned into each other’s mouths loudly as we approached a shared climax and he pulled out quickly, releasing onto the floor.

“Fuck me!” He cried breathlessly, his damp forehead pressed against mine. A single tear fell from my eye in satisfaction and he wiped it away with his calloused thumb. “Are you ok?” He chuckled.

“I’m…. More than ok.” I responded with a giggle. He smiled at me and pushed my bangs off of my face as he searched my eyes for a moment of seriousness.

“I love you….” He said. And suddenly there was nowhere else I wanted to be than by his side. I pushed the stray hairs off of his forehead and caressed his face.

“I love you.” I stated with a small but genuine smile.

“Whadd’ya say we head home and watch a movie? I picked up some A&W on the way home…. probably cold now.” He said as he helped gather our clothes. He took off his white shirt and wrapped it around me.

“Totally worth it.” I smiled up at him as the glow from the lights played on his face. I pushed some hair behind his ear before kissing him deeply again. With that, he scooped me up and put me in the passenger seat of the boat before speeding off into the moonlight

[s-ultry]

i’m speaking to your boss - joe mazzello imagine

[ CEO!Joe ]

A/N: heyo my fellow bad bitchesss, so yeah here’s one i’ve been desperate on writing and completing. + its my bday so like why not bless yall with this fucking dADDY. hope you guys enjoy! REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

WARNINGS: JUST YOU BEING A TOTAL BADDIE! + teasing lol why not.

SUMMARY: Your boss has been nonstop bothering you about your work methods, and your late (but in reality early) arrivals. Joe noticed your stress and decided to talk to your boss, your boss not knowing you’re actually married. ;)

It was yet another morning of torture, you had just arrived to your desk when you heard your boss scream your name from her office. Her voice was loud, as your desk was a hallway away from her luxurious office. 

You scrambled to her office with her morning ginger and espresso shots, which was a very weird mixture right at the break of day. Being an assistant wasn’t very easy, especially Mrs. Cordelia. Your dream was to be a fashion magazine art director, for your name to be known for your hard work and creativity.

But, you were stuck with an assistant job.

“Y/N?!?! Where have you been! I have been waiting all day!” The blond haired lady frantically screamed at you as she was typing on her smartphone. 

“Mrs. Cordelia I-,” you tried to explain, but she cut you off. “No, Y/N. Save it! I am too nice to you by letting you come in at 10! Be here tomorrow at 9:30! I have a visitor and I want to make the best impression, do you understand?”

“Yes, Mrs. Cordelia.”

“And buy some new work clothes, the black button up makes you look fatter, which is impossible cause the colour black makes you skinnier,” she sternly judged glancing at your normal work outfit.

“I’ll get right on it, madam.” You internally huffed closing her office door behind you. 

After what felt like a light year, you were finally done with work and decided to head to the mall to get some new clothes for Mrs. Cruella De Vil. You bought new shirts, which were white and made of silk with a matching black pencil skirt.

You drove to your shared house with your husband, Joe. After the success with his recent movies with his 3 best friends, Joe built an empire and is now the CEO of a fashion company. 

Of course, he offered you a job. But, you wanted to earn your spot rather than get it out of pity. You finally drove up to your driveway and thanked the universe for getting away from the epitome of the devil, you couldn’t wait to change out of your clothes and cuddle with Joe.

Your shared home wasn’t too big, but it was the perfect size. You had a small library connected to the office, an underground gym, and two floors. It was perfect for a family, which you were hoping to consider soon.

You removed and placed your heels by Joe’s loafers, running up the stairs you rushed to your room and kept the bags on your grey couch that was in front of your king sized bed. 

You promptly entered your walk in closet and changed into an oversized knit sweater with matching knee high socks. Those pants were unbearable, so you decided to let your legs breathe without wearing anything.

You headed to Joe’s office where you can hear his fingers tapping quickly on the designated letters, you lightly knocked letting yourself in. He looked up and saw the tired look on your face, without any words, he ushered you to sit with him. Well, on him.

“What’s wrong, my love,” your husband weakly smiled combing his fingers through your hair. Joe then pulled you closer to him, with your legs draping across his thighs. 

“Mrs. Cordelia,” you huffed as you snuggled into his neck. His scent intoxicating you, you whined as his hands smothered your body with love and affection.

“It’s okay, kitten. She’ll be better,” he whispered into your ear as his hand trailed closer and closer to your inner thigh. Your whimpered as his hand past by his most prized possession, making its way to your neck. 

Joe gently grasped your throat forcing your gaze to meet his, you knew that he was going to say something that’ll make you orgasm on the spot. The way his eyes were hooded with lust and dominance, he was a CEO after all.

“No one overworks you, sugar. Only I do,” he growled. Your breathing got heavy, you loved it when he teased. But, you were an absolute mess above and under him. 

He then gently grabbed you closer, placing his plump lips against yours. Yes, it’s year 2 of your marriage, but damn you always had explosives in your stomach when he placed his lips against yours.

“Go sleep, my love. You’ll be needing your energy for another day with her,” Joe sincerely announced carrying you to your shared room. 

“It’s only 10!” You squealed as he tickled your sides when you were gently put onto your bed. The brunette then tucked you in lovingly, placing a kiss onto your forehead.

“Goodnight, babygirl,” his words ran down his lips with warmth, making your heart flutter as he turned off the lights. Your sleepiness then made its attack as your eyes closed quickly making you fall into a dreamless slumber.

It’s the next morning, and you wake up groaning into your pillow. It was 7, and Mrs. Cordelia demanded you to bring coffee for her and her visitor, apparently they booked for an early meeting.

Glancing to your side, you realised that your lover was not snoring lightly like he always does. But, a note was there instead.

Had to go to an early meeting, see you when I get home. I love you.

- Joe

You read the words a loud, you smiled in content because he knew how much you worried about his departures. Especially when he got to work from home, which was most of the time. 

You then walked into your bathroom getting ready for yet another gruesome day, basically everyday. You decided to elegantly curl your hair, seeing that you have the time in the world. 

You mainly focused on your eyes with makeup, just winged eyeliner and a light brown eyeshadow shade. With your face, you always went for a glowy look, but not too obvious. 

You were done with getting ready, and now it was time to get changed. You were going to go for the set that you recently purchased, but thought about a black turtleneck with the black pencil skirt paired with red heels. A chic yet not too vibrant look.

You ran downstairs when you came to the realisation that it was 5 minutes to 9, and the coffee shop was far from the office. You saw that your husband made a to go bag, and you couldn’t be more blessed with this man. 

You hurdled to your car, racing out you made your way to the coffee shop to get your boss and her guest two macchiatos. You speeded your way through the cars and into the parking garage, you ran to the elevator and prayed that you weren’t even a minute late.

9:29 AM

You basically fell over your desk with the coffee cups in both of your hands, you also got scones because you knew she’d scream at you if you didn’t get her guest “something to eat”.

Your alarm buzzed as the time struck 9:30 AM, you sighed in relief as you made your way through the cold hall towards a cold blooded snake. 

You faintly knocked on the door, hearing her reply for you to enter, you made your way to her large meeting table and placed the order down. Looking down, you didn’t realise the visitor until he coughed loudly.

You glimpsed at the man with the black suit, his white dress shirt unbuttoned to buttons down revealing skin. His brown hair fluffly tossed around. his cufflinks shining as the sun hit it, and his extremely large hands. 

Hands that you were oh so familiar with. There he sat, your husband in all his glory as he glanced back at you. Your cheeks were greeted with a deep red tint as you stood by Mrs. Cordelia.

“Oh, Mr. Mazzello, I forgot to introduce you to my assistant,” the blond announced staring daggers into you to introduce yourself.

“Hi, Mr. Mazzello. I’m Ms. Y/F/N,” you smirked shaking his hand. Joe knew the exact game you were playing, using your maiden name instead of your shared one. And, you definitely knew you were going to get punished for this, but who cares, right?

“Nice to meet you, Ms. Y/F/N,” the CEO weakly smiled at you. “Oh, you’re so kind. Joe,” your boss laughed touching your husband’s arm, stroking it gently.

This is when you were furious, no one could touch your husband. Well, Ben can cause they’re stuck together like glue, but other than him. No one. 

Your heart escalated, Joe knew exactly what you were going to do, and he didn’t mind watching a show. 

“Y/N, get me next week’s issue so I show Mr. Mazzello a sneak peak,” she fakely smiled at you demanding you to get her the files. The desk wasn’t that far from the meeting table, so you could hear their conversation.

“Mrs. Cordelia, I’m flattered. But, I have a wife,” your husband spoke sophisticatedly. 

“I don’t see your wife around,” Mrs. Cordelia seductively teased. This is when you sharply turned, you growled as you saw your boss’ hand riding up Joe’s thigh. 

You then strutted to the meeting table, throwing the files onto the table you slapped her hand off of your property.  

“How rude, Y/N! Hitting your own boss in front of her guest! Would you want me to fire you,” she shouted grasping her hand as though she was hurt.

“Why are you touching him, he has a wife!”

“Why do you care so much, huh? She’s not around! I bet she’ll love talking to me about her creative, sexy, and smart husband,” Mrs. Cordelia smirked standing up to reach your height.

“I don’t think she will,” you hissed crossing your arms so you wouldn’t throw a punch at her jaw.

“And why is that?” Your boss cackled as she stepped closer to you.

“Because,” you smirked evilly as you pushed her hair back gently. Your lips made their way up to her ear, the silence spoke louder than the both of you.

“You’re talking to the wife,” you whispered with venom laced around your words, and a smirk plastered Joe’s lips as he saw you dominate someone else who’s twice your size.

“Sit down, Cordelia,” you spat making her sit down. She wasn’t scared at all, which made your blood boil even more.

“Listen up, bitch. I get that my husband is creative, sexy, and smart. But, the last time I checked, I have the rock on my finger. You’re too fucking blind to notice my last name is Mazzello, and not Y/F/N,” you then moved to tower her fragile little body that you broke with just your eyes.

“Plus, you were touching MY property. Oh! I totally forgot! You have a husband right? What if I told you that you made a move on his ally, ruining his company and making ours strive higher.”

“Y/N, I can fire you. Well, you’re already fired for threatening your boss,” she smugly replied crossing her legs.

“That’s a threat to you? I feel sorry for your enemies, that’s a threat? Let me tell you a threat. Lay a finger on my man again, and trust me the only thing that’ll be going down that throat of yours is your last paycheck,” you growled as you felt a hand wrap around your waist.

“And, Cordelia. I talked with your bosses, as of now, I bought the whole company. Don’t you dare insult my wife, ever, you understand,” his voice now deep and dominant.

You couldn’t help but squeeze your legs together, your arousal to his voice created a knot in your whole body.

“Leave my office, and don’t think about your stuff. We’ll have someone send it for you, with your paycheck wrapped around a tiny dildo, maybe that’ll make you cum faster,” you barked as Joe’s grip grew tighter onto your waist.

“Behave, little girl,” your husband huskily growled in your ear as your former boss left the room in tears. She deserved it, after years of torture, you finally got your revenge. 

“What if I don’t want to?”

“Then, I’ll have you over my lap with your perky ass up in the air for me. You’ll get spanked so hard that you won’t be able to walk into your new office that I just got for you, or wear that tight little skirt that you’re wearing right now,” he placed both of his hands on your waist and slapped your ass lightly.

You whined as you glanced up at him with your innocent eyes, you pecked his lips and fluttered your eyelashes.

“Take me home, and fuck me.”

“What’s the magic word, baby.”

“Please, Joe,” you whimpered as his breath fanned over your clothed neck.

“Your wish is my command, doll. But, you’re getting punished for being a bad girl,” he whispered in your ear as you made your way out of the office.

And that was when you couldn’t wait to go home.

[independentauthor]

Breathless Reality Tom Holland X Original Character

Multi Chapter

Full summary: 21 year old Sydney is just trying to make dreams come true by touring the world, creating music, and making unforgettable memories. But some dreams you can’t make come true, they just happen on their own. Tom Holland falling in love with her was the most unexpected dream come true of all.

Warnings for full fic: Fluff, angst, mentions of sex, mentions of past trauma, and smutt  (please let me know if I miss anything!)  

Chapter summary: Tom being a supportive boyfriend and asking more big questions

Chapter 11

Tom followed silently a few steps behind me. I was walking up and down the aisles of the stands. When I had explained that I was going to do my walk around he had shoved his hands into his pants pockets and nodded for me to lead.

He said nothing but his eyes were burning a hole into my back.

I couldn’t stand it anymore.

“Tom I’m sorry!” I started to say as I turned around, only to find him inches from my face. He reached his arms out to steady me as I almost fell backwards in surprise. Then he wound them tighter around my waist, pulling me into him. We were almost eye level as I was on a higher step.

“When are you going to start to trust me?” he asked angrily.

“I . . .” but I didn’t know what to say.

“What have I done to cause you to distrust me?” he demanded.

It was time for the truth.

“Nothing,” I said, looking down from his eyes, “You did nothing.”

He gave me a slight squeeze.

“Then what is it?” he asked.

I took a deep breath.

“It’s about my past,” I said looking into his eyes. They were so intense.

“What about it?” he prompted.

“I haven’t had the best history with guys in the past. Specifically one guy,” I admitted.

“The one you and Ali were referencing in the car,” he said. It wasn’t really a question.

“Yes,” I answered, “It’s the only relationship I ever had and it didn’t go very well and ended even worse.”

Tom exhaled and touched his forehead to mine, looking down. But I was watching him.

Somehow he pulled me even closer.

In my opinion it was still not close enough.

Softly he kissed me.

“Sydney,” he started, “I promise I’m not going to hurt you, but I need you to trust me.”

That was just the thing. It had dawned on me last night when I had gone to sleep that he had so much ability to hurt me because I liked him so much.

“It’s not about trusting you,” I said, “It’s about me being afraid of how much I like you and how easily I could get hurt because of that.”

Once again he kissed me.

“Sydney,” he said looking into my eyes, “I will never, ever hurt you. I promise. All you have to do is trust me.”

He was so beautiful and so genuine. I couldn’t help it. It was like he put me under a spell.

“Okay, yes,” I said, nodding my head.

He smiled. I couldn’t tell if he was just happy that I’d said I would trust him or that he had been able to convince me to.

“You had a panic attack in the bathroom,” he said. Once again it was not a question.

“Yeah,” I grimaced, “Yeah I did.”

“Why didn’t you tell me, or let me be with you?” he asked, “I could have helped.”

I raised my eyebrows involuntarily.

No one had ever offered to help with my panic attacks before.

“I didn’t want you to have to deal with that, or think it was your fault that I panicked

about dealing with us in public.” I admitted.

“Sydney,” he almost groaned, his eyes closing, “You have to talk to me okay? You have to communicate with me. I don’t know why you’re so afraid of me.”

“I’m just afraid you’re going to disappear,” I said, smiling at him.

He shook his head, smiling in spite of himself.

“I’m not going anywhere love,” he said, holding me tighter still.

He leaned in to kiss me but suddenly someone called my name through the microphone.

Tom smirked.

“Go on love,” he said releasing me.

I grabbed his hand and pulled him down the steps with me.

Sound check went fairly well, despite Tom staring at me the whole time.

I was getting really excited and determined to give an amazing performance later that night. I couldn’t believe it was the end of the tour. In a way it had been long and grueling but mostly it had been wonderful and went by so fast.

Again my life was beginning to feel very unreal.

After sound check we quickly went back to the bus to eat and get ready. I was starting to get ready when Tom stole me away for a few moments.

“Come on!” he said, bringing me to the back lounge and closing the door, “I want to ask you something.”

“What?” I said, laughing. He seemed in a much better mood than before, almost like a child on Christmas morning.

“I want you to come to England for my birthday,” he said smiling at me, but he seemed unsure, “Will you?”

“Come to England?” I repeated, not completely sure I had heard him correctly.

“Yes for my birthday, and to meet my family,” he said, nodding, “So will you?”

“Tom, that’s next week!” I said, trying to grasp what he was asking, “Like literally a week from today!”

“Yes I know,” he nodded again, laughing, “I’m fully aware of when my birthday is.”

“And you want me to come? And meet all of your family?” I clarified.

“Yes, of course,” he said.

“Don’t you think it’s kind of soon?” I asked, trying to brace myself for his answer, “I mean I’m sure your family has already planned something and not expecting me, I don’t want to crash . . .”

But I stopped talking.

The look on his face nearly broke my heart.

“You don’t want to come,” he said softly.

“No! That’s not it I swear!” I said, trying to pull him closer to me.

“Then what?” he asked, irritably.

“I just worry it will be too soon, and that your family will think  . . .’

But he cut me off shaking his head and wrapping his arms around me.

“It’s not too soon if we say it’s not. And my family is already excited to meet you.”

“Oh,” I said softly.

“Yes, ‘oh’,” he said impatiently, “So will you?”

“Yes,” I said looking up at him before I used my hand to pull his face down to meet mine, “Yes I will,” I said, connecting our lips.

I felt him smile against my lips as he started to knot his hands in my hair. I ran my hands over his back, pulling him closer to me. No matter how close we got, it never seemed to be enough.

His kissing started to speed up and I could barely keep up. I was having trouble breathing and I was getting light headed. He ran his tongue over my bottom lip and I shivered. Again I felt him grinning against my mouth. He was getting another level of pleasure out of this. It would have annoyed me but I was starting to get really dizzy. I must have made an involuntary move away from him to try to get some air because he nearly growled at me and held me tighter.

It was clear he didn’t like me moving away.

“Tom,” I sighed.

I was really having trouble breathing.

He only seemed to move faster.

It was lucky he was holding me so tight or I would have collapsed.

Someone knocked loudly on the door, startling us.

“Guys! Let’s go!” Harrison’s voice called.

I groaned slightly, squeezing my eyes closed as my legs started to give out under me.

“Woah!” Tom said, preventing me from falling, “Are you okay?”

“You . . . made . . . me . . . dizzy,” I huffed.

“What?” he said laughing, “I did not.”

“Did too,” I grumbled.

“You’re serious?” he asked, still chuckling.

I glowered at him.

“I’m sorry love,” he smiled at me before kissing my forehead.

“I suppose I can forgive you,” I said sarcastically, as he helped me get my footing, “Come on, I have to finish getting ready.”

“Hey,” he said, grabbing my hand before I could walk away, “Have you noticed a pattern?”

“What pattern?” I asked, my brows knitting together.

“The one where I have you like this,” he said pulling me into his arms so that he could softly kiss my neck, “And we get interrupted.”

“Mmm,” I hummed, unable to completely focus.

He laughed as he pulled away to look at me, shaking his head.

“Just you wait until I actually get you alone darling,” he said with a devilish grin.

My breath escaped me and my heart skipped a beat.

“Come on,” he said pulling me out of the room.

Tom was very patient and quiet while I got ready.

I tried to be as focused as possible and go through my pre show routine with his eyes on me.

I got dressed, Toby did my makeup and hair, and I pulled on my studded high heeled boots.

I received a double take from Tom for my outfit but he said nothing.

Then I put on my giant head phones and followed along with my vocal exercises, ignoring everyone else on the bus. I did a few stretches, let Ali do a final look through, and I was ready to get off the bus.

I took Tom’s hand in mine and led him off the bus.

The guys, Ali, and Harrison all followed me out.

I had created this very confident, moody, bad ass façade that I wore almost constantly. Around Tom it seemed to completely melt away and I became putty in his hands.

But now, dressed and ready for the stage, I felt it slink back on like a second skin.

He seemed speechless as I led him into the back of the venue. All he did was stare wide eyed at me.

“Okay you guys ready?” Ali asked me and the guys as she handed me the microphone.

Everyone nodded and murmured in agreement.

I stretched my arm out and curled my hand into a fist. The guys circled around and did the same.

“One, two, three, ROCK!” we said in unison.

The guys lined up, ready to walk on.

Tom was still holding my hand, looking somewhat nervous, still wide eyed, and slightly pale.

“Take a breath babe,” I said with a smirk, “You’re going to need it.”

I winked at him before stepping back and letting go of his hand.

I turned and followed the guys.

One by one we entered.

I waited and counted.

Then I stepped out.

The roar of the crowd was like being welcomed home.

No matter how many shows I did, and how often I did them, it always felt like I was on cloud nine.

I felt powerful on stage. In control. It was like nothing else in the world. Every performance I tried to give 110%. I wanted to give every person in the audience everything I had. It was my way of thanking them for this amazing career and life they had given me.

Despite every eye in the audience being on me, I couldn’t help but notice Tom watching me. I caught glimpses of him smiling, cheering, clapping, and even filming with his phone.

Somehow the show, like every other one, was over too soon. Despite being out of breath and drenched in sweat, I was exhilarated and wished I could keep going.

But the show ended and we walked off stage.

Tom had his arms around me in seconds.

“You are astonishing,” he whispered in my ear.

[avengeultrons]

Title: Escape the Night II (Stark! Reader x Peter)

Summary: The twisted dinner party continues with a coffin, a piano in the woods, and...mannequins? It’s a thriller, and not the good kind.

Word Count: 2296

A/N: I LOVE LOVE LOVE THIS SERIES ALREADY! I really hope you do, too! Enjoy:)

PART 3

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My life was taken in order to hide the artifact from the living. To find it, you must find my coffin, exhume it from the earth, and release me. You must also find the key that unlocks the chain that seals it. The path that leads to the key starts at a fork beneath the weeping tree.

“The Weeping Willow, outside!” you shouted, speed walking to the door as the clue was passed around the group. At least you were good at puzzles, they kept your mind from wandering and spiraling down a rabbit hole of negativity that almost felt inevitable here, “Let’s split up, half find the key and half find the coffin.”

You were leading the pack out of the front doors of the house and down the gravel road to the eerie tree in front, its limbs hanging down as if being pulled to the grass by an unknown force. Tony ran forward and walked beside you, gravel crunching under his feet, “You shouldn’t be in charge of this suicide mission, Y/N,” he said, his face contorted in worry.

“Someone has to be,” you said, repositioning the flimsy cloche hat on your head, “If you must know, it makes me feel better, more in control,” Peter started waving his hands violently from his spot near the base of the tree. You gave your dad one final shrug before running as best as you could in your heels to where he was standing, bent over another clue.

Peter picked up a large red stone and another note, “Go to the tree twenty-seven paces from here,” he read the scribbled handwriting aloud. You stared ahead and glanced wearily at Peter; there were so many trees that you weren’t sure which one to choose. Surely finding a coffin wouldn’t be that hard.

“Well, it’s gotta be where that creepy piano is,” Natasha said, leading the way to the large piano in the trees, almost hidden by greenery, “Seriously, Tony? What is this place?”

You sighed and watched as your father became wracked with more guilt, turning his gaze to his feet as you kept walking. Natasha’s comment was meant to be harmless, but you could tell that it stung, “Let’s just focus on getting out of here. Look, there are two missing keys in the piano,” you said, prying the top of the instrument off. Steve helped hold it open while you grabbed the key you needed, “I think we have to dig over there. Judging by the fresh pile of dirt and the shovels, that is definitely where the coffin is.” “I can’t believe we’re exhuming a coffin out of the ground. We’ve fought robots and aliens, but dead people?” Clint was bitter as he dug, the shovels creating a rhythmic scraping sound.

Digging a grave was hard work. Your face was covered in sweat and specks of dust, your hands cramped and burning. Hoisting the coffin out of the ground was the worst part. There was a dead body in there, after all! Your mind went to all of the worst possible outcomes. All you had to do now was wait for the other half of your party, “There they are with the key for this chain!” Pietro shouted, jumping up from his resting spot on a pile of dirt.

Wanda held the large key, her hands shaking as she unlocked the chain and threw it off of the coffin. You squeezed your eyes shut, your stomach filled with anxious butterflies as they tossed the lid off of the coffin to open it.

“There’s...just a letter?” another one of the partygoers, dressed as a mobster, snatched it up and ripped it open like there was no tomorrow. Which, tomorrow wasn’t a given just yet.

I can feel your presence near, my spirit will soon be free. There is only one more task ahead of you. The hiding ritual is used to conceal the artifact required and unwilling soul to be buried alive and it was mine. Now another unwilling soul must be buried alive to reverse the spell. Only then will the artifact rise from its unearthen tomb.

The letter sent a shiver down your spine. You crossed your arms over your chest to keep from shaking, a scowl present on your face. You were already sick of this house’s games, “We have to vote for someone to die? Again?”

“I vote for Mr. Tony Stark. It’s his house, after all, that got us into this mess! He’s probably working against us,” the same partygoer, which you then found out was named Tim, jabbed a finger at your father.

You gasped and shot a glare at him, turning to Tim, “It’s not his fault! Why are you people always trying to turn the group on someone?” you asked. Tony put his hand up, begging you to stop. He looked rather terrified, standing there like a lost puppy, “Let’s vote, then,” you said. You obviously voted for Tim, even when a pang of guilt rooted itself in your stomach, sinking its teeth in and not letting go.

Tim tried to run when his name was called. The groundskeeper, Mark, stopped him and pulled him back to the group. Tony shooed you and Peter back to the line of trees, trying to conserve your innocence for some time. Both of you couldn’t help but watch for a minute; it was like a car crash that you couldn’t look away from. Like a horror movie that you watched at a slumber party once; none of you really wanted to watch it but you did anyways. You didn’t sleep on that dreadful night.

A gasp escaped your lips when the group put the man in the coffin, you couldn’t watch anymore. You turned your head into Peter’s shoulder and shut your eyes, trying to drown out the sounds of your group screaming and the poor victim’s screams. There was blood on all of your hands now.

“Let’s go,” Sam stepped past you, another one of the pyramid shaped artifacts tucked under his arm. He was speed walking to the house, Steve and the rest of the group following closely behind.

Tony stepped past you, another clue in his hands, “Idle? That’s all it says. Peter, Y/N, look for clues while we try to figure this out,” you were being treated like the mystery gang in Scooby Doo. All you needed was a Great Dane who talked.

“What's that car doing over there?” Peter asked, pointing ahead at a 1920s automobile sitting in the middle of the gravel road. You shrugged and ran ahead, crawling into the car without even thinking about the dangers that could be inside.

Peter threw his hands up, “What are you doing?” he asked with a sigh, sliding into the driver’s seat, “I don't think we should be in here,” he said. You rolled your eyes and pushed open the glove compartment. Another note, a small piece of paper with tiny writing, slid out, falling onto your lap.

“Slow Down,” you read it out loud, your eyebrows knotting together in confusion. You and Peter turned to each other, light bulbs going off in your heads as you spoke in unison, “The brakes.”

Peter reached his hand down on the brake, his head resting against the wheel. His eyes lit up as he held something above his head, “A key,” he said. You smiled and gave him a high five; the two of you probably worked better than Mystery Incorporated.

“What do you think it's for?” you asked, turning to look out of the back windshield. Peter watched you think; your eyebrows knitted together and lips pursed, the cherry scented lip gloss you had on shining from the moonlight in front of you. He really had to stop thinking about your cherry lip gloss.

“The trunk!” you clambered out of the car, Peter following you with the tiny key in his hand.

He unlocked the trunk as you squeezed your eyes shut, “I can't look, what if it's a dead body? Well, another one,” you sighed when Peter tapped your shoulder, “A mannequin?” It was a child sized mannequin, its arms and legs tied together with rope.

The two of you scooped it out of the car and carried it up to the house where the rest of your teammate were.

“We found something!” Peter shouted, hoisting the mannequin up above his head. Wanda called for the two of you from the dining room where four other mannequins were set up at a large mahogany dining table.

The group was trying to follow a picture to set up the mannequins in real life, but they were missing one, the small child sized one, “What kind of freaky game is this?” you asked, dropping the mannequin into the open chair.

“Look, another clue,” Tony announced. He pulled a small postcard out of the jewelry box on the table.

My employer,

I have hidden the artifact given to me as you requested in the new art installation on the second floor. I'm afraid it can only be visited by two guests selected by a vote. They should be prepared to play party games.

You groaned loudly, following the group back to the common area to vote yet again. Voting never brought anything good in this house. Especially not when Tony and Wanda were chosen for the party games, “Are you kidding me? These people are just trying to wipe us all out,” you glared at the people sitting on the couch opposite you. Tony sighed and kissed your forehead promptly before following Wanda up the steps, leaving you to fester in your anxiety.

“You're the ones killing off all of us!” the man across from you shouted. He wore a giant crystal watch that matched his pretentious attitude towards the whole situation, “Who’s to say that you're not the puppet master of this whole thing? You and your boyfriend? Think twice before pointing a finger, you little bitch,” when your least favorite word on planet earth rolled off of his tongue, Peter was first to jump up with his fists clenched and raised as if he would punch the face of the 20s gangster.

You jumped up and grabbed his arm, “Woah, woah!” Pietro was quick to pull Natasha back to the couch before she charged as well. Your face was burning bright red as you pulled Peter back down onto the couch, looping your arm through his, “You're lucky we’re holding them back.”

“I'm sorry,” Peter said quietly, sighing a shaky sigh. You looked up at him from your slumped position on the couch. He looked down at the ground like a puppy dog who was just in trouble for something, his hair, which he fixed on the way to the party, falling in front of his eyes. You smiled a painful smile and lay your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes briefly.

His eyes widened as you did so, a small smile creeping onto his face that he tried to hide from the rest of the party. Wanda caught his eye and smiled adoringly resting her chin in her hand as she watched his face turn pink.  

A scream made you jump up, your eyes widening in shock as you watched the woman, dressed as an heiress, in front of you fall to the ground and die almost instantaneously. You could practically hear a pin drop as all of you stared at her, not knowing what to do or say next.

Your mouth fell open as you gaped at her, your stomach dropping to the floor. Creaking of wood could be heard as Tony and Wanda ran down the steps, joining the rest of you in the living room.

Living rooms were typically supposed to be full of lively conversations and comfortable seating, not dead people and silence, “Every time we do a challenge, someone will die,” Natasha said dryly, trying to read the look on Tony’s face.

“I think so,” Wanda nodded, her lips pressed into a thin line. Another artifact was tucked under her arm, this one just as creepy as the last, “We have the third artifact; though. One step closer to getting the hell out of here.”

You sighed and tried stretching the fatigue and exhaustion out of your limbs. There was still a long night ahead of you, “So, what did you have to do?” you asked, taking a glass of water from Arthur as he passed them out.

“We had to play Spin the Bottle with a bunch of mannequins. It was...weird,” Tony and Wanda shared a glance, chuckling lightly, “Let’s hurry, we only have one artifact left.”

He unfolded the note and opened is mouth to read it out loud when a loud roar from outside shook the whole house, the glass vibrating and shaking. Peter’s glass slipped from his hand as he jumped, “Sorry,” he said as he stared down at the broken glass.

“What was that?” you stared out at the courtyard, trying to find whatever made the noise.

The room fell completely silent as Arthur stood at the window, talking to all of you as if he was telling a ghost story, “The evil of the house. It knows someone wants to imprison it. It's unleashed its guardian to make sure that it doesn't happen.”

You raised an eyebrow, an uneasy feeling taking over. Peter glanced over at you nervously, gulping as he narrowed his eyes at the window. You were hyper aware of your hands touching, your cheeks burning with a pink blush, even as you blinked your eyes to keep the exhaustion out. All you wanted to do was fall asleep and escape your problems, “What's going on?”