#tom really said *hold my beer*

[holdfastperseus]

Disney : “You can’t say that Loki and Mobius are in love”

Tom : “All right”

Also Tom : *Proceeds to describe Loki & Mobius’s relationship as love without explicitly saying they’re in love in every interview*

[crookedteethed]

18+ -mdni

ᥫ᭡. eiffel tower me, please.

pairing: rafe x kook!jj x fem! reader

warnings: smut (pinv), language, threesome, oral (m and f receiving), drug usage, a little voyurism (if you squint). porn with little plot (as per usual), dirty talk,

⌞ pt. 2⌝

Rafe's fascination with you took place when he saw you fucking your boyfriend, his best friend, JJ Maybank, in the bushes during a Kook party. 

Rafe had been watching you two all night-- he watched as the both of you couldn't keep your hands off of one another--JJ's hand had squeezed your plump ass every chance it got, while your lips always found a spot on his sunkissed skin to smooch whenever the moment was right--so it wasn't a shocker that Rafe was the one to catch you two sneaking off.

For Rafe, it was disgusting seeing you two being all lovey-dovey and shit, yeah, yeah, yeah, Rafe was happy to see his friend happy and whatnot, but secretly, the boy was envious.

I mean, here Rafe was getting the worst neck by Gums McGee while JJ was getting some of the best piece of ass on Kildare Island. 

It's not like you were a slut or anything--Rafe really hadn't known if you were the best piece of ass on Kildare, but the way your boyfriend talked about your sex life when you weren't around sure made you sound like you were--and Rafe had wanted to know if the legions about you were true--like the time JJ had claimed you wrapped a fruit roll up around his dick and sucked it--or that time JJ said you simply let him cum inside of you--Rafe had wanted that, Rafe wanted that with you, because you were something Rafe couldn't have.

Rafe doesn't know why he'd followed you and JJ out to the bushes-- He'd stopped getting the worst head he'd ever received to be a peeping tom. But Rafe swears his plan wasn't to be a peeping tom; how could Rafe not be a peeping tom when he suddenly sees your bare heart-shaped ass--your mini skirt bunched around your waist--bouncing on JJ's cock, grappling in the bushes. Your slit was so little and displayed for him--it looked like it could barely take the penetration. Your pretty moans serenaded Rafe's ears--leaving him in a trance, like a mermaid's siren. You were alluring; how could Rafe not be a peeping tom?

When Rafe had found himself sprouting a boner, and quickly taking care of it in his car, he knew he was in some pretty deep fucking shit.

"I have a proposition for you." Rafe had told Jay, going nose first into a line coke--the boys had been slumming it up the next day, drinking beer and watching the box all day in Jay's new condo he'd gotten for his 20th birthday. 

Rafe then pushed the coke tray to JJ. "What is it?" he said as he followed in pursuit and did the same as Rafe. 

"I get to fuck y/n for one night, in exchange for my dirt bike." Rafe snorted, causing JJ to laugh. 

"You fucking kidding me?" Jay said, wiping the white powder underneath his nostrils. JJ continued to laugh until he realized that Rafe hadn't cracked one smile, meaning that Rafe Cameron has finally lost his damn marbles.

"You do realize that's the dumbest fucking proposition ever, man? You're supposed to propose some shit that I can't go out and buy myself." Jay said. 

"Last week, you said it yourself!" Rafe rebutted. "You said,' My dirt bike is way cooler than yours' ."

"Dude, that wasn't code for: I want your bike in exchange to fuck my girlfriend."

Rafe had been quiet momentarily, reaching over to JJ for the tray and snorting another line. Rafe had needed to hold his composer because ever since last night, he couldn't get the image of you fucking JJ, and Rafe just needed to see it again, but with his cock barely fitting in your pussy instead.

"Ok, what about this," Rafe said, bringing out his inner businessman. "What if I get to fuck y/n in exchange for my Bently?"

Now Rafe was talking, causing JJ's eyebrow to hitch and ears to perk. 

Let's be honest: JJ's father could fund him the money for a new dirt bike if Jay had wanted one. But a new car? Fuck no. Especially since he'd just gotten a new Porsche this January. 

JJ would be a fool not to take Rafe's new and improved proposition.

"Well, when you throw a Bently in the mix, you have yourself a deal, brother!" JJ had shouted, already getting revved up from the coke (and the idea of seeing his girlfriend taking another guy's cock.). 

"But one thing," JJ continued. "We have to say it's a threesome--make it seem like I'm tryin' to experiment or some shit, because she isn't going to agree to just fucking you alone."

In hindsight, Rafe made a really stupid choice by giving JJ his Bently, but as long as he was able to feel you, he didn't care.

So here you were, standing naked between the two hottest blonds on Kildare Island--supposed to be getting into doggy style to let Rafe Cameron fuck you. At the same time, you suck JJ off, all because your stupidly charming boyfriend wanted to try something new in bed, and you can't say no to him when he uses his puppy dog eyes on you. 

But it's not like you weren't totally against the idea--you'd always wanted to know what it was like fucking Kook royalty, Rafe Cameron--you weren't ashamed to admit that. 

Of course, a couple of lines of coke was snorted to get rid of all of everyone jitters, but that still didn't' help your nervousness.

JJ had done all the talking--since, to your knowledge, he was the one to set this shindig up. And because you were JJ's good girl and didn't know what else to do, you did everything JJ told you to do.

"Good girl, now let Rafe see your pussy, don't be shy, princess," JJ spoke so kindly to you, stroking your head softly as you choked on his cock. 

JJ had been very slowly--but harshly fucking his cock with your throat--ever so often, shoving his length as deep as he could go--until you started to gag--then stilling himself and letting your throat contract--while tears and saliva slid down your face. 

You found yourself obeying Jay's words--arching your back more and pushing your ass out to let Rafe view your sopping wet pussy. 

"Shit." Rafe cursed, his thump finding your fold and pushing it back to view the inside of your cunt. "Jay this all your's?" 

"Ain't she a beaut?" Your boyfriend spoke--talking as if you weren't even here--and pushing his cock further into your mouth.

Your eyes watered as you tried to focus on breathing through your nose, JJ's thick length stretching your esophagus.

You start to feel Rafe's fingers probing at your exposed pussy, spreading your folds and teasing your entrance, sending shivers through your body.

"Damn, she's dripping," Rafe marveled, running his fingers along your slick folds. "You mind if I have a taste, Jay?"

"Be my guest," JJ replied, his voice strained with pleasure. "Our good girl loves to please, don't you, princess?"

You whimpered in agreement around JJ's cock, your hips instinctively pushing back against Rafe's touch. You felt Rafe's hot breath on your sensitive flesh moments before his tongue lapped at your entrance. The new sensation made you moan, the vibrations traveling through JJ's length.

"Fuck, that feels good," JJ groaned, "Do that again to her."

Rafe obliged, swirling his tongue around your swollen clit before plunging it inside you. You cried out again, the sound muffled by JJ's cock. Your whole body was on fire, caught between the two men's ministrations.

JJ's fingers tangled in your hair, guiding your movements as you bobbed your head. "That's it, take it all," he encouraged.

Meanwhile, Rafe's skilled tongue was rapidly pushing you towards the edge. He alternated between teasing licks and deep thrusts, his strong hands gripping your thighs to hold you in place.

"Fuck, you taste good, sweetheart," Rafe lowly said to you, acknowledging you for the first time as a person, and not like your some dirt bike, and for some reason, you were about to come from this nearly. 

"I think our princess is close," Rafe murmured, his lips brushing against your sensitized flesh, his fingers pushing inside you, to feel your cunt convulse. "Should we let her come, JJ?"

"What do you think, sweetheart?" JJ asked, tilting your chin up to meet his, mascara finally beginning to crack, and run down your cheeks, JJ kissed you on the mouth, because, fuck, did you look hot like this.

Rafe had no right to kiss you ( a deal made before you all started, a deal Rafe should respect because JJ is his best friend). JJ's kiss to your mouth only made Rafe more envious of JJ, and Rafe decided to take out his anger on you, claiming you didn't deserve to come yet.

Rafe's fingers slowed their pace, teasing you mercilessly. You whimpered into JJ's mouth, hips bucking desperately against Rafe's hand.

"Not yet," Rafe growled, his voice rough with desire and a hint of jealousy. "You don't get to come until I say so."

JJ broke the kiss, looking down at you with a mixture of lust and amusement. "Looks like Rafe's feeling a bit possessive, sweetheart. Think you can hold out for us?"

You nodded weakly, trembling with need as Rafe's fingers continued their torturous dance. JJ's hands roamed your body, adding to the overwhelming sensations.

"That's our good girl," JJ purred, nipping at your earlobe. "Show us how well you can behave."

Suddenly, you were feeling Rafe's raw wet mushroom tip poking at your entrance--and fuck, did his cock already feel thicker than JJ's.

Your breath hitched as you felt Rafe's impressive length plunge deep inside your cunt—his hands gripping your hips as he slowly bottomed out inside you.

You gasped at the exquisite stretch, your walls clenching around Rafe's thick cock. He groaned, his fingers digging into your hips as he held himself still, giving you time to adjust.

"Fuck, you're tight," Rafe growled, his voice strained with the effort of restraint.

JJ's hands continued their exploration, one sliding up to cup your breast while the other trailed down your stomach. "How does she feel, Rafe? As good as you imagined?"

Rafe responded by slowly withdrawing until just the tip remained inside you, then slamming back in with a powerful thrust that had you crying out in pleasure. JJ swallowed your moans with another deep kiss as Rafe set a punishing pace, each thrust driving you closer to the edge you weren't allowed to cross.

"Please," you whimpered as you and Jay caught your breaths--your body jerking up from Rafe's hard thrust into JJ's mouth, allowing you to breath the same air as him--right when you think you've caught a break--Jay's cock is back in your mouth, while you received backshots from Rafe.

Your mind reeled from the overwhelming sensations as you were filled from both ends. JJ's thick length slid deeper into your throat with each of Rafe's powerful thrusts from behind. You struggled to focus, torn between the dual pleasures.

Rafe's grip on your hips tightened as he pounded into you relentlessly. "Fuck, you're taking us so well," he groaned, his voice husky with desire.

JJ's fingers tangled in your hair, guiding your movements as you sucked him eagerly. "That's it, baby," he encouraged. "Just like that."

The room filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and muffled moans. You felt your arousal building to a fever pitch, your body trembling on the edge of release.

When Rafe's tip found that spongy spot, you made a deep moan in your body that had affected JJ cock, and he found himself cumming in your mouth and on your face.

You were so fucked out of your brain, though, because of Rafe's thick cock; you hadn't noticed when your boyfriend had came, and then left the room, leaving you and Rafe to chase your highs together.

And because Rafe's cock had felt so good in doggy style--you didn't mind seeing how his cock felt when he switched the position to missionary.  

Rafe flipped you onto your back with surprising ease, never breaking his relentless rhythm. His dark eyes locked onto yours as he drove deeper, your legs wrapping instinctively around his waist. The new angle sent sparks of pleasure coursing through you.

From this angle, Rafe could see just how small your slit was in comparison to his cock.

"God, you're incredible," Rafe panted, his muscled chest glistening with sweat. His thumb found your sensitive bundle of nerves, circling in time with his thrusts.

You arched into him, coherent thoughts scattering as the pressure built. "Rafe, I'm so close," you gasped, nails raking down his back.

He growled in response, increasing his pace. "Come for me, beautiful. Let me feel you."

With a cry of ecstasy, your release washed over you in waves. Rafe followed moments later, burying himself to the halt inside of you.

And just as Rafe was cumming, he found himself getting lost in the moment and kissing your rosy red glossy lips, and again, because you were so fucked out, you'd let him. 

As the both of you came down from your highs, Rafe lips stayed in motion with yours, his cock still stuffed inside side you--plugging his and your juices in. He shifted slightly, still buried inside you, and you gasped at the sensitivity.

Your body trembled with aftershocks as Rafe's lips moved languidly against yours. The kiss was rough, passionate, yet tender - so different from your boyfriend's soft demeanor. You found yourself melting into it, savoring the unexpected intimacy.

The kiss between you and Rafe could've lasted forever- if only your boyfriend hadn't walked in, asking his best friend why he was kissing his girlfriend, the last person Rafe should be kissing.

[hippiepowrs]

you really got me

rockstar!eddie munson x rockstar!reader

warnings: gn!reader, fluffy fluff, gareth and jeff being little shits, grumpy eddie

a/n: heres a silly little blurb. i like rockstar!reader and i hope some other people are into it too... bc if so i will post more :3

wc: 655

A comforting warmth envelops you from behind, Eddie’s space heater of a body holding onto you tight. The two of you have been on tour together for the past few months, double headlining heavy metal shows all across the country. As fun as sex, drugs, and rock and roll for a living is, it does get tiring at times.

Eddie’s changing room backstage is quiet and still, the only people inside being you and him. It’s a rare sight, as he’s usually the one to be inviting everyone inside to smoke a joint or have a beer with him. The two of you lay on the couch, simply enjoying the calm before the storm.

Your peace and serenity quickly gets interrupted with a loud knock on the door, followed by Gareth and Jeff simply barging into the room, hefty camcorder in hand.

“…Let’s see what Eddie’s up to…Oh! Here are these two lovebirds. They make me sick.” Gareth narrates, pointing the camera directly at you.

Your eyes slowly open, drowsily looking over to the source of the noise. The boys continue to walk closer, fully putting the camera up in your face, causing you to block it with your hand.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Gare,” your hoarse ��morning’ voice squeaks out, “What the hell is this for?”

“We’re making a tour video. Tom said the fans would like it.” The mention of Corroded Coffin’s manager clicks everything into place. Of course he’d want them to record behind the scenes footage of the tour.

Eddie, the rock of a sleeper that he is, is still fully conked out behind you, his arms trapping you onto the couch.

“I look like shit right now,” you mumble, “can you get that thing out of my fucking face?” Any perceived aggression is recognized as playful between you and the other band’s members, but you do seriously want him to get that damn camera out of your face. Looking down, you remember you’re only wearing one of Eddie’s muscle tees, specifically the Judas Priest one he cut a little shorter than he intended a few years ago.

The show isn’t supposed to start for another few hours, as the bus somehow had no mishaps and got you guys to the venue earlier than normal. Gareth has decided to record whatever the hell he feels like in this time, so now he’s walking around Eddie’s dressing room and pointing out all the gross shit on the floor.

Finally, Eddie starts to stir, nuzzling his nose into the back of your neck. A few soft groans sound from behind you, and this quickly alerts Gareth.

“There he is! Thought you were dead there for a second.”

“What the fuck are you doing in here?” Eddie murmurs, rubbing the sleepiness out of his eyes.

“Makin’ a video.” Gareth turns the camera around to his own face and gives it a big thumbs up.

“Do that shit later, man. Jesus Christ.”

“Someone’s got their panties in a twist.” Gareth giggles, panning the camera over to Jeff, who starts to laugh along with him.

“Get out of my damn room.” Eddie even sits up halfway to send the message, taking an arm off of your waist to point them to the door. Gareth recognizes that Eddie doesn’t want to fuck around right now, so he quickly scurries out with Jeff in tow to find another person to bother.

Turning over to face him, you giggle softly at his moodiness. “He wasn’t wrong. You are pretty grumpy.”

“Can a man not be allowed to cuddle with his partner in peace?” He groans, flopping back down onto the couch and brushing a few strands of hair behind your ear.

“You look like a mess, you know.”

“Shut up. Cuddle me.”

You oblige, wrapping your arms around him. His messy mop of curls falls over your head, his serious case of bedhead being the last thing he’s thinking about.

[thollandneedy]

hiii can you make something inspired by the video of tom protecting zendaya from the paparazzi

Worthy- Peter Parker

A/n: Peter being protective, ugh (give it to meeeeee). Btw, thank you for the request babe 🥰

Warnings: Mentions of death, swearing, mentions of vomit, anxiety attack symptoms and aggressive approach

Don’t forget to share, like, comment and leave your ideas here

Bellah’s Masterlist 🪻

It was no surprise to anyone that Peter Parker was dating Tony Stark's daughter, but it was the first time they had appeared publicly at an event together. After some catastrophes caused by the Avengers after their last mission in Berlin, in order to redeem the act of motivating violence towards young people, Stark decided to hold an event to fund social support groups.

Y/n was used to having the eyes of the media, mainly because of her beauty, but Peter hated the media. As well as distorting many of Spider-Man's actions, calling him irresponsible and selfish, there would always be people who would point out the slightest of his mistakes in order to get 'likes'. The girl, on the other hand, had several controversies involving her name, but she never let that get to her. Her father had taught her to always ignore people who spoke badly and pointed out mistakes, because if they were strong enough, they would talk in person rather than hide behind a screen in a dark room with a deplorable life.

“Aren't you nervous?” Peter asks, finishing lacing up his black shoes.

“No. I just didn't want anyone coming up to me asking me about my sexuality again because I said in an interview that I'd kiss Madison Beer.” Y/n says, looking at herself in the mirror as she finishes fixing the pair of earrings on her ear.

“What if they ask me something? What do I say?” The brunette gets up from the cream recliner at the end of the king-size bed in his girlfriend's room, heading towards her.

“Just be yourself, love.” The girl turns to her boyfriend, who places his warm hands on her waist, pulling her close in one smooth movement. The girl opens an affectionate smile, allowing her pink lips to meet Peter's. “And don't get involved in any controversy. It's not enough that people suspect you of being Spider-Man. My father will kill you if anything happens, especially during the party.”

“You look beautiful, you know that?” The older man commented, looking at the girl from head to toe with a sideways smile. The dress was tailored, with long sleeves that were almost transparent and her body shaped by the wine velvet until it dragged on the floor with a small neckline, but one that emphasized her breasts.

“I know it.” Y/n laughs, making Peter roll his eyes and walk away.

Two knocks on the white door are heard, drawing the attention of the young couple who head towards where the sound was coming from, then open the door. The image of Pepper in a black dress comes into view, apparently impatient with how long they were taking in the room. The blonde put both hands on her waist, saying:

“Really? 10 minutes to put on an earring and get your bag, Y/n?”

“We're ready.” Peter defends. “Come on, sweetheart.” The dark-haired man in the black suit and gray tie holds out his hand to the younger woman.

“But my bag.” Y/n turns her body to the side, looking out of the corner of her eye for her bag, which had mysteriously disappeared.

“This one?” Peter holds out his other hand with the handle of the white bag positioned on the tip of his index finger, drawing a surprised smile from the girl.

“Come on, you two.” Pepper warns, stepping into the middle of the couple and closing the door behind them.

(…)

“How many minutes until we arrive?” Y/n asks the driver, at the same time as his eyes are focused on his cell phone camera so that his gloss doesn't get smudged in the photos that will be taken later.

“Less than 5” he replies, looking at her through the rearview mirror.

“Do you want me to go out holding your hand or do we go out one at a time?” The brunette asks, swinging his legs as a way of relieving the anxiety trapped in his chest.

“Relax, Pete. Let me go out alone first. I know some of my followers will want to take pictures with me since I told them I'd be at the event.” Y/n says, closing the transparent gloss and putting it in her handbag. “I don't want the same thing to happen that happened in January.”

“You turned down photos because you had a viral infection and put your organs out in the back of the car in that KFC bowl” Peter reminds her, placing one of his free hands on the girl's back.

“And they still called me an unsympathetic diva,” Y/n mentions, taking a deep breath and closing her eyes to catalyze the feeling of discontent after remembering the hate the media threw at her.

“We're here, Miss Stark,” the driver warns, opening the automatic door and showing the group of fans and paparazzi who were waiting for the couple at the entrance to the event.

Peter got out of the vehicle, being called by several people and blinded by the flashes of the paparazzi who insisted on putting their cameras in his face. The men with their caps back and big cameras asked

“Are you really Spider-Man?”

“Does Stark approve of your relationship even though you're poor?”

“Is it true that Stark Enterprises is related to the death of your parents?”

Peter clenches his jaw, takes a deep breath to himself, and walks past the men with his face closed as he hears these questions. Y/n, on the other hand, got out of the car with a smile on her face like a princess. The girl put her hair back and got out of the car without the protection of the security guards who were at the door of the event. The group of followers who were waiting at the railing to take a picture with the youngest girl held out their cell phones so that she could take a picture with them. Y/n waved to the fans who were a little further back, allowing them to be noticed too. The girl took the cell phones, snapped the photos and thanked them with a smile, and this was the key to the paparazzi taking advantage of the situation to punch her with questions and photos that were too close.

“Are you dating Peter Parker out of pity?” One of the men asks.

“I'm not,” she replies, as she takes pictures with the people clinging to the low railing.

Peter stands in the doorway, watching from afar how his girlfriend will react. Thanks to his powers, he could hear Y/n's heart and sense when she was threatening to have an anxiety attack. Her mouth might lie with a smile, but her eyes would never lie about her being. The brunette turned on his heel as soon as he heard the first question, turning back the way he had come.

“Do you regret realizing that what happened in Berlin wasn't deliberate? The damage was done by your father's group. People died.” Another says.

The group of photographers was getting too close.

“I have no regrets. That's why my father is promoting the event. To help those who are hurt.” She replies, finishing taking the last photo.

As soon as she lowers her head so that she can go to meet Peter, she is cornered. Several white lights take over her vision, and she finds herself dazed by so much movement. Her frightened eyes searched for Peter, but she couldn't find him. Everything around her was getting too hot from the sweaty bodies that were increasingly trying to get in touch with the girl in the red dress.

“Your father killed innocent people.”

“We already knew she'd be just like her selfish father. She's just a good girl in disguise.”

“Did you cheat on your boyfriend with actor Drew Starkey at your best friend's party in Los Angeles last month?”

“She looks like she'd do that.”

Peter stepped into the middle of the paparazzi, pushing them hard with the sides of his body, throwing his cameras to the ground every time he saw one of them being placed in his girlfriend's face. The older man seemed to have fire in his eyes, even capable of burning someone with his fury. The girl's heart was racing, and then a strong hand found her, pulling her close and taking away the whirlwind of questions and comments spewed at her. Her chest was heaving, feeling her lungs regain air, and pressing her hands against her chest. Peter hugged her close, running his hands down her back and directing her towards the door of the event decorated with gold, white and red balloons

“She always does that. Leaves when she can't answer something we ask. Classic spoiled bitch.” One of the men picks up his camera from the floor, wiping the lens on his gray blouse.

At one moment, Y/n was standing next to Peter, and the other she was being abandoned again at the door of the large party building. With strong, hurried steps, Peter spins his body around to throw a powerful punch at the man who made the comment, causing him to fall against the other gossip channels who were on duty at the scene to capture any slip-ups. The photographer grumbled, putting his hand to his lip and realizing that blood was coming out. With a startled look on his face, he glares at the brunette

“Call my girlfriend a bitch one more time, and I'll make you swallow your fucking tongue.” He says through his teeth, stepping out of the crowd again and into the building with hurried steps.

Y/n had her hands over her mouth, stunned by what Peter had just done. Her heels tapped against the lobby floor as her boyfriend patted her shoulder, trying to comfort her from what she had just been through. Parker was followed by two security guards, who, only after seeing the situation, decided to protect Y/n.

“You irresponsible bastards. Stark will find out about this.” Peter says loudly to the two men in black, who were now following them to the elevator.

“My father!” Y/n says in astonishment. “Peter, my father's going to find out about the punch you threw at the guy outside! Fuck, we're fucked. He's going to kill you. Shit.”

“Don't worry, darling. Anything to protect you is worthy.” The brunette pressed the elevator's ‘up’ button, hugging his girlfriend tighter against his chest.

[mysticficti0n]

HELLLOOOO can you write about the reader being at a house party (she's like 17-18 ish) and Toms her ex and uno CUT on Youtube and they play beer pong with the dares, so Tom and Georg are in a team and Y/n and make a friend up are in a team and when Y/n makes their cup the dare is 'French kiss your opponent" and Tom sits her on the tables and stands between her legs making out with her 😀

thank you bebe 😏

L-O-V-E

(and I saw your other request do add that the still love each other so don't worry 🤭)

Beer Pong romance

(all my attention will be back soon but I'm taking time to do some request as I have so many and all you guys have such good ideas!)

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warnings- swearing, drinking

words- 1.5k

"Y/n come on you've been getting ready for like fucking hours!" Lilly cried storming around my room "you look sexy now lets go!" I loved Lilly but she was a family friend- and those friends you can't get rid of...

"will you give me a fucking second I'm doing my lipstick and then we can go alright-" I snapped back seeing her huff "thank you" I finished my make-up and got up from the desk, my jeans clung to my hips just covering my heals, my tube top strapping around me, hair ironed and make-up as perfect as I could get it I was ready "come then" I said thudding down the stairs hearing her follow closely behind "Bye dad- be back soon" I waved seeing him just blow a kiss

"come on we need to hurry-" she began as I started my engine "its on Burns street" I nodded pulling from the drive and making our way to the party, music blasted through the car and we sung along to every song we knew until we finally saw the house "fuck thats lot more than what Henry said their would be"

"no shit-" I parked up and locked the car, Lilly and I walked in smiling to people we knew and made a bee line for the make-shift bar

"Y/n! Lilly!" a voice shouted over the music that was booming everywhere, we looked to find Henry the man himself holding a bottle of vodka loosely between his fingers along with a cigaret that wasn't lit

"hey babe" Lilly smirked walking over and pressing kiss to his cheek "thanks for inviting us" he held her waist whispering something into her ear making me roll my eyes as I poured some liquid into my cup

"I'll let you guys do whatever this is and I'll find you later alright" the girl nodded but I knew she wasn't listening, she was always so all over Henry it was repulsive, I moved through the crowd until I saw a familiar face smiling to me "Kira!" I hugged her, Kira was a friend that I just loved being around, she was just pure but dirty all at the same time

"hey hun! where's little Lilly?" I pointed back to the bar and she nodded "shagging her playmate?"

"of course" we laughed hitting our cups and taking a swig "who are you here with?" I asked leaning closer so she could here me

"oh I came with ..oh Georg! Georg come here!" Georg and Kira were like brother and sister but just not related and had a lot of sexual tension.. so not really like brother and sister but you get the gist. I watched was the long haired boy wondered over winking at a few girls until he reached us

"hey y/n" I smiled "looking good" he was always a flirt "anyway wanna come play a game of beer pong? we need two players" I looked to the girl who nodded grabbing my arm and dragging me as we followed Georg through a sea of sweaty teenagers, people shoved and yelled as we walked past and all I did was spit curses at them until we made it to the kitchen where the island had been made into a ping pong table, I saw Georg fist bump a boy and my eyes met with his

"fuck" I spoke seeing Tom- he was different now though, hair In long, black braids, bandana around his head and a huge coat covering his body

"oh- I forgot to mention he's with us" I fluttered my eyes agreeing to her words finishing my drink and putting the empty cup to the side "okay who's starting"

"ladies first" his voice hit my stomach, it shouldn't have had made me feel so uneasy, Kira grabbed the ball and went to throw "and and also you have to do a dare for every cup the other team make" of course, Tom couldn't play any game without some sort of consequence

"fine" she through the ball and it missed the table "shit" I laughed as she stomped her foot on the ground, Georg picked it up and through it straight into our cup "you're joking- whats the dare?" the boys looked to each other and whispered a few words before agreeing

"drink the cup at the same time" me and Kira rolled our eyes grabbing the cup and putting it between our mouths, beer spilled down our chins, rolling down our chests "nice view" we pulled the cup away and Kira chucked it at the boy

"perv" it was my turn, I lifted the ball and moved to the middle of the island, lining my hand up and with a small count down it landed in the centre cup "Yes Y/n!" Tom took it out looking to me waiting for me to speak

"take off that god awful coat Tom- and Georg you can drink" Tom huffed slipping his coat off revealing his toned arms against his black shirt and Georg didn't hesitate to drink. The game carried on until we both only had 3 cups to go, me and Kira were now stood in our bra's and I had Tom's bandana around my thigh, the boys however had no shoes on, Georg's hair was tied in a bun and Tom was having to have a bow in the end of his braid, I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned to see Lilly looking sweatier than before and lips redder "hey!"

"ohh beer pong!" she cheered

"were doing it with dares, wanna do the dare if Tom makes this shot, she hummed standing between our sides with a face that screamed she'd just been fucked somewhere in the house, Tom flung the ball and it landed in our middle cup

"woo!" he clapped watching as I took the cup to my lips, chugging the beer until it was empty "whats their dare?"

"erm... ah- Y/n French with Tom for...3 minuets!" my stomach dropped, head snapping to her "come on!" I looked back over the table waiting for Tom to interject but he wasn't there

"wha-" I felt hands go under my thighs and lift me onto the island, I looked down to see Tom stood between my legs looking up to me "are you crazy?"

"sure... come on you lost and the dare is you've gotta kiss me, not me kiss you" I sighed thinking through ever decision I ever made, that being becoming friends with Lilly and agreeing to come to this party

"come on Y/n you've got this!" Kira called standing next the Georg who came to watch "at least its your ex not a total stranger!"

"oh yeah because that makes anything better!- fucks sake" my hands came to cup his jaw and I leant down "we never speak of this again alright?"

"just get it over and done with sweetheart- it's only me" he smirked and before I could even looked at his shit eating face anymore I pressed my lips against his and everything came flooding back- every kiss, hug, every time he held me, every time I slept between his arms, I felt locked and I never wanted to let go Tom's arms curled around my stomach pulling me closer, I finally let myself relax into him, hugging his neck. I felt him smile as he took a breather before diving back in again and I couldn't help but smile back, it felt.. nice being so close to him again

"Time!" Lilly called hitting my leg but I didn't let go, and nor did Tom "hello! guys you can stop now"

"I think they may need to have a few moments" I herd Kira laugh and she was right- I'd missed Tom so much, everyday I'd look back on all our photo's, the videos, the times I went to his concerts, when he came to the airport to pick me up after not seeing him for weeks, I missed him too much. The group had walked away leaving me and Tom still intertwined with each other the kiss came to a natural end, our foreheads knocked together while we both panted for air

"I- I love you" Tom spoke through breaths making my heart flutter "we shouldn't have broke up, it was so stupid- I need you in my life Y/n" I couldn't speak, words wouldn't form and my head was cloudy of his voice saying he loved me "nobody has ever compared to you, and they never will"

"I love you too" with the mix of alcohol and adrenaline my whole world seemed to brighten when Tom smiled, not one of his side smiles or smirks, his real smile "kiss me again" his hand held my jaw loosely as he leant up to kiss me again, our lips fit like puzzle pieces, it all felt so right

"come here" his voice was breathy as he lifted me off the counter and to the floor, I forget sometimes how tall he is- he was towering over me, I craned my head up to meet his again, before I could reach he pulled off a little, his big brown eyes looked into mine before he spoke again "be mine again?....please"

"of course" I wrapped my hands around his back and slid my hands into his pockets dragging his body closer to mine, our faces met and a soon as they did our lips were attached again... maybe this party wasn't so bad after all

[have-you-seen-my-sanity]

Just friends

Santiago Garcia x fem!reader

Content: The boys being sweet and dorky, teasing Tom, no established relationship between reader and Santiago, only friends.

Summary: You and the boys got invited to Santi's house.

"Ey Santi, is she staying too? Nobody says no to pizza after all." William asked, opening his beer, watching Santiago flop down in his seat.

"Yeah." Santiago replied, opening his beer.

Tom took the seat next to Santiago, Frankie sat on the other side of the coffee table and Benny and William were on the couch.

You walked in couple minutes later, carrying the stack of takeout Pizza, stopping at the door. "Boys where's my seat?"

They all just looked at you for a second, Santiago scratched the back of his neck, Frankie looked a bit lost, William and Benny looked at eachother and Tom had his hand casually on his mouth.

"Uh here, let me help you." Frankie offered, standing up to take the stack of pizza from you and setting them down on the coffee table.

Meanwhile Tom leaned in close to Santi so only he could hear him. "On your lap."

Santiago had to suppress a laughter, kicking Tom in return, making him wince. "Wouldn't that be more comfortable?" he chuckled.

Benny and William were kind enough to scoot to the side, both patting the middle spot at the same time. "You can sit with us. Please?" Benny smiled.

"Thanks boys." you smiled back, sitting down between Benny and William on the couch.

Frankie handed everyone a Pizza, half of their drinks and beers were already empty, so you went to get more.

"Hey boys, I'm gonna go get more drinks."

They all thanked you as you went to the kitchen.

"Santi really manages to get the beautiful ones." William whistled, grinning.

"Aww! She's so cute!" Benny grinned, clapping his hands together.

"Jackpot, Santi." Frankie looked at him, giving thumbs up with a cheeky laugh.

Santiago on the other hand, didn't pay much attention to them as he went to take a big bite of his pizza just as Tom leaned in again.

"So... are you two going to... fuck?"

Santiago got caught off guard so much, he choked on his pizza.

"Jesus, Tom." Frankie scolded.

"Woah easy there Santi." Benny clapped his back.

"Man, fuck you Tom." Santiago rasped, smacking his shoulder.

"Alright, alright, maybe not tonight." Tom defended, raising his hands in surrender, laughing.

"For fuck's sake, Tom, calm down." William laughed.

"Tom I swear I will bury you alive in my backyard." Santiago laughed, shaking his head.

"Hold on," Tom raised a finger "A proposal, buddy." he paused for effect. "How about you bury something else somewhere else entirely?"

Benny snorted, having to cover his mouth, Frankie leaned back in his seat cursing and laughing, William laughed, "Holy shit, you can't make this up."

And Santiago raised his eyebrows, trying to catch himself but ended up laughing aswell.

Tom just grinned like a little shit, proud of himself.

The boys soon stopped with their shared laughter, just in time as you returned with the drinks.

Handing everyone a drink, they all thanked you.

"Thanks!"

"You're such a sweetheart."

"Lovely!!"

"Thank you!"

"Thanks."

You sat back down between Benny and William on the couch, going for your remaining Pizza as Santiago turned on the tv for some much needed background noise as they cracked jokes with you and laughed.

After everyone was done with their pizza and almost about to fall asleep, you got up to use the toilet, giving Tom his opurtunity to speak up again.

"So uh, Santi, is she gonna stay here tonight or will she go too?"

"Dios mios..." came Frankie's reply, knowing exactly what Tom's intentions are.

"As far as I know she'll leave too." Santi said.

"Seriously pal, ask her if she'd like to sleep here. It's already late at night. Or you drive her home." Tom replied honestly.

Frankie looked over at William and Benny, who were almost falling into their food coma. "Let's all sleep here tonight then." he joked.

You already came back, slumping down on the couch and leaning back, looking as if you're about to fall asleep.

While the boys focused on the tv, they didn't notice you already asleep between William and Benny, who was asleep too.

William was the first to notice. "Aww! Look! They're asleep." he smiled.

"Alright, Santi where is your guest room?" Tom asked.

"Wait what?" Santiago questioned.

William had already gently picked you up without you waking up. "Where to?" he whispered.

Santiago showed him the direction to his guest room. "William if you bonk her head I will bonk yours too." he smiled, giving a mock warning glance.

Inside the guest room, William gently placed you down on the bed, tucking you in and closed the door softly behind him.

With you tucked in safely, William returned to the living room, shaking Benny gently.

"Five more minutes..." he mumbled, shifting to rest his head on the armrest.

"Guess we will stay a bit longer then, boys." Tom announced.

As the boys got comfortable, they all fell asleep in their seats after the fun they had with you with their drinks and pizzas.

[sidekick-hero]

Emotional Motion Sickness

Written by @sidekick-hero Art by: @arimakes Written for the @strangerthingsreversebigbang

While he's lost in thought, absentmindedly sipping his beer, he doesn't notice someone sitting next to him.

"You look like you're about to ride into battle, soldier."

Steve whips his head around at the sound of a deep voice on his left and finds a man sitting on the bar stool next to him. His tone is teasing, but not in a mean way, just curious, and he wears a friendly smile on his full lips that matches his tone, while mischief dances in his dark brown eyes.

The man is beautiful and the realization takes all the words out of him, leaving him unable to do anything but stare at him with wide eyes.

When the silence stretches like a big cat after a nap in the sun, the guy clears his throat and says, "Sorry, man, didn't mean to offend you or anything."

"You didn't," Steve replies, his voice embarrassingly breathless. At least he found his ability to speak again. "I was just surprised, is all. A little lost in thought." He tries to smile himself, while his brain is still doing its best to get back on track.

"Yeah, you sure looked it. You were staring at Big John over there like you forgot your safeword and he was about to whip you." The man chuckles, and Steve realizes with horror that he's been staring at people who were just trying to have a good time, like he was some kind of weirdo. Or worse, like his father. Like a judgmental asshole.

He hastily throws up his hands and tries to explain himself. "I wasn't judging or anything, I swear. It's just... I didn't... My friend sent me here and I wasn't expecting..." Steve groans and buries his head in his hands, annoyed with himself. He sounds like an idiot, but everything he can think of to say sounds wrong to him.

A warm hand rests on his forearm. It's unexpectedly comforting.

"Hey, don't hide that pretty face. Kink Night can be a little overwhelming, especially for a newbie, there's nothing to be embarrassed about now."

Peeking through his fingers and earning a dimpled smile at the gesture, Steve asks, "Kink Night? I thought it was," and here he takes his hands off his face to put air quotes around the words, ‘Alternative Lifestyle Night?’

It feels like a stupid thing to say, but Steve is glad he said it anyway, because the man throws his head back and laughs in delight. It gives Steve a chance to look at him closer without getting caught staring again.

The longer Steve looks at the other man, the more beautiful he finds him to be. In addition to his warm chocolate eyes and wickedly full lips, he has a really cute nose, round and distinctive. His skin is paler than Steve's, with a slight stubble and a jaw that Steve wants to bite. The dark curls that spill over his leather-clad shoulders look soft and Steve thinks how perfect they would be to bury his hands in and hold on to as he licks into the man's tempting mouth.

Well, if nothing comes out of tonight, at least he leaves with some new food for his jerk-off fantasies.

As his laughter slowly subsides, the man looks back at Steve, his mouth still smiling and his dimples still teasing. "Sorry, you just looked so cute with your air quotes and all. I told Tom that ‘Alternative Lifestyle Night’ was a stupid name because what does it even mean, y'know, but nobody ever listens to my genius. It's a curse I must bear with grace and dignity."

Read the rest on AO3

[pizzaqueen]

single / taken / pining

The third part to the one where Steve tells some flirty girls Eddie’s married

This part is around 1.3 k, the fic as a whole is 4.4k / rated T

Part one / Part two

Now also on AO3!

Cocktail sits on Steve’s passenger seat, almost seeming to taunt him. Just because you finally figured out that you want Eddie, that you really really like Eddie, it doesn’t mean Eddie feels the same, it seems to say.

Maybe Eddie’s not into guys, maybe he’s not into guys who are Steve. Maybe he’ll laugh in Steve’s face if he tries to make a move. Or worse.

Fuck. Steve’s head falls back against the headrest and he groans. He might strike out with the ladies every now and then, but at least he knows where he stands with them. The copy of Cocktail seems to agree. Jesus. He should have picked a different movie.

Then again… Eddie did say to bring it. Even if it was a joke, Steve can pretend he’s going along with it. And Eddie will groan and kick up a stink about having to watching a Tom Cruise movie, which Steve always has fun with.

A small smile creeps across his lips without him noticing; he shakes his head and gets out of the car, grabbing the tape as he goes. It’s just a movie.

He hops up the steps to the trailer and raps on the door—shave and a haircut—only waiting a moment before it swings open and Eddie is there. He looks a little flushed and his hair is damp. He’s dressed the same as always, but something is different. Or maybe Steve’s looking at him differently, now that he knows how he feels.

“Hey,” Eddie says, one hand braced on the jamb.

Steve presses his lips together. “Hey.”

Something strange hangs in the air between them and Eddie stares at him a moment, then steps aside to let Steve in with a sweep of his arm. “Welcome to my humble abode,” he says, as though Steve hasn’t been here a hundred times before.

Steve snorts. Eddie’s a strange dude. But, then, Steve really likes him, so what does that make him?

“You want a drink?”

“Sure, thanks.” Steve follows Eddie to the kitchen, saying, “I brought Cocktail,” his heart skipping a beat.

Eddie turns from the fridge to look at Steve, brows raised. “The movie?”

“No, I made us some actual cocktails and brought them in my invisible thermos.”

“No need to be a wise guy.” Eddie crosses his arms, lips pursed against a smile.

“You’re telling me not to be a wise guy?”

“Hmm… Yep. That’s what it sounds like.”

“Whatever.” Steve rolls his eyes. “I meant the movie. You said to, so…” He shifts his weight and shrugs. “And I know how much you love Tom Cruise movies.”

“Mm.” Eddie’s lips twitch. “I mean, Top Gun was okay. At least it got you in that flight suit last Halloween.” His gaze flicks down the length of Steve’s body.

A tiny spark ignites under Steve’s skin. “You liked that costume?” When Eddie gives a nod that somehow manages to be noncommittal and enthusiastic at the same time, Steve adds, “Oh, so that’s why you made fun of me for it all night?”

“Hey, you gave as good as you got. You always do.”

And, yeah, Steve did. He does. It’s fun. He shrugs one shoulder, drops his voice just a fraction when he says, ���So I’m told.”

Eddie blinks, cheeks pinking, then he grins. He turns back and grabs a beer from the fridge, saying, “I bet I can do that cocktail thing,” then throws it up in the air, trying to catch it behind his back.

Miraculously, it doesn’t fall, and Eddie catches it a split second before it hits the ground.

“Not as easy as it looks, huh?” Steve says.

“Hey, that was pretty damn great for a first attempt.”

“Oh, sure.”

Eddie sighs, all faux-long-suffering, and thrusts the can of beer toward Steve.

“I don’t want that one, now,” Steve says, “it’s all shook up.”

“Oo-ooh hoo,” Eddie says, wiggling his hips like Elvis.

“Just...” Steve barely holds back his laughter. “Get me another beer, you dork.” He shoves Eddie toward the fridge, hand tingling at the contact with Eddie’s skin as it slips under the sleeve of his shirt.

Eddie grabs another beer from the fridge, handing it to Steve, then pops open the can he’d thrown around for himself. Beer fizzes up, spilling over his hand, down his wrist. Eddie licks a stripe from his forearm to his thumb, then fits his mouth over the opening of the can, and sucks.

Heat rushes Steve and his mouth goes dry. He pops his own can open and gulps down the beer, but it doesn’t really help.

“So,” Eddie says, lips shining, “movie?”

All Steve can do is nod.

Eddie takes the tape, puts it in the player, and they settle onto the couch, side by side. He fast forwards through a preview of Who Framed Roger Rabbit and a behind the scenes featurette for Heartbreak Hotel—“My Elvis impersonation was better” “Yeah, sure”—and then the screen reads ‘feature presentation’ and Eddie hits play.

As the movie starts, Steve considers how to make his move. There’s a shift between them, tonight, which Steve is pretty sure isn’t only on his side. But he still feels like he might need to play it a little more subtly, just a little while longer. Feel Eddie out before he feels Eddie up (hopefully). Jesus. Keep your head in the game, Harrington.

He’s considering a few options when, beside him, Eddie yawns. It’s a little loud, but Steve doesn’t think anything of it. At least, not until a warm weight settles behind him on the couch and Eddie’s fingers brush his shoulder. Did Eddie just…

Steve glances at Eddie’s hand, resting by his shoulder, then over to Eddie. He’s not looking at Steve in a way that’s too resolute, and his cheeks are flushed. And Steve can’t help it, he really can’t. Laughter bursts out of him, loud above the sound of the television; it startles Eddie and he jerks, starts to draw his arm away.

“What?” Eddie says.

Steve grabs Eddie’s wrist, turns to Eddie. It wraps him up in his own embrace, which is a little awkward, but he wants to keep Eddie’s arm around his shoulder, as ridiculous as this is. “Did you just pull the yawn and stretch move on me?”

“No, I—” For the first time in a long time, Eddie looks lost for words. “I mean, I yawned, and I had to stretch my arm out. It just happened to be at the same time.”

“Man, I haven’t pulled that since I was, like, sixteen,” Steve says, ignoring Eddie’s protest. God, Eddie is cute.

“I wasn’t pulling anything.” Eddie tugs his arm out of Steve’s grip, folds it over his stomach. He looks genuinely embarrassed, and, beneath the amusement and the fondness, Steve feels bad.

“Hey,” Steve says softly. He waits until Eddie looks at him to add, “You know, I heard Cocktail is a good date movie.”

Eddie’s face scrunches up. “Yeah, you literally said that to those girls earlier…” His brows raise. “Wait… Are you—”

“Yeah.” Steve rolls his eyes, but his pulse is hammering. “Were you?”

Eddie nods.

Steve smiles. “So, I guess we should…”

Eddie gives him an expectant look and Steve finally leans in, brushing their lips together. It’s not much of a kiss, not yet, but then Eddie presses forward, and Steve tilts his head, hand coming up to cradle Eddie’s jaw, and it ends up a hell of a kiss.

When they part, Eddie says, “I guess Jeff was right.”

“What?”

“Nothing,” Eddie says, “I’ll tell you later,” and he kisses Steve again.

They miss the movie, but Steve doesn’t care. He’s seen it before, and, anyway, kissing Eddie is so much better.

(And there’s a bonus fourth part over on AO3)

Tagging some people who (I think) wanted to be tagged (if you didn't please ignore this)

@steve-the-hairrington @shrimply-a-menace @kokoshka67 @thegingervulcan @theystoodandplayedwithsilence @artiststarme @faery-god @justrandomfandomstm @lovelyscot @brassreign @iwouldsail @criticalbeesknees @swimmingbirdrunningrock @rhaenyyras @straight4joekeery @nonbinary-eddie-munson @homosexual-having-tea @sidekick-hero @thereindeerlady @djosephqueery @spectrum-spectre

Sorry if I missed anyone! I'm not good at this tag list thing

[retnym]

WORLD TOUR- .05

"You aren't denying it."

Tomorrow will be our last show in our home country and due to that, we’re going to run some errands for the tour. Like getting food for the bus. Unfortunately, Bill and Georg can’t come. Bill has to do some voice lessons for my songs so he joins me in on stage. Due to my higher range, he needs a little bit of help with it. Georg is just visiting family before he leaves. They have a lot going on so they demanded they saw him.

So it’s just going to be me, Tom, Gustav, and Johanna. Jace wanted to come but I had to straight up tell him it’s just for the group and it’s okay if we spend a few hours away from each other. Ever since I got drunk he’s been overly clingy and I don’t know how to tell him to stop. In the same breath though we are leaving for about a year so I understand. I don’t exactly remember what happened the night I got drunk all I remember is smelling like beer and Tom following me to the bathroom? Then he was gone and Jace was there hugging me.

Bill told me Jace spilled beer on me and that’s why I stormed off to the bathroom but he never said anything about Tom joining. Why would he even go after me? 

This is why I don’t get drunk I hate not remembering things clearly. 

Jace keeps texting me but I’ve been ignoring the messages, I get he’s trying to make this work but he was right in the beginning, distance is not going to work for a year. If he really wants me and I want him he will wait. What sucks is everyone is getting along with him super well. He’s even growing on Tom. Tom of all people! 

But this day is not about Jace, it’s about errands that I need to run with the band members, plus Jo. 

Speaking of Jo, we’re currently driving to a food court before doing our actual errands.

“Is there a specific place I need to park?” I speak up, my eyes flickering around the area. “No, just the front with the sign.” Jo shrugs, pulling out my phone because she’s going to have to call Tom who was being a victim of Gustav’s driving. 

Even though we dislike each other I would never wish for someone to be a passenger to Gustav. Jo puts the phone up to my ear and it only rings twice before someone answers. “Hello?” It was Tom, I don’t know why I didn’t know that. 

“Hey, we just parked. Meet you inside?” I ask him, I actually just pulled into a spot but he doesn’t need to know every single detail. Taking the phone properly from Johanna. “Yeah, what are we eating?” 

“Mexican… I thought that’s what we agreed on.” I remind him, “Oh yeah, right. See you then.” He tells me and I just hum in response, ending the phone call. “That wasn’t awkward at all.” Jo laughs as we both unbuckle and get out of the car. 

We got inside and ordered everyone’s food, Johanna went to find a spot as I waited for the food to be ready. And of course, I know their orders, we’ve known each other practically since birth having to hang out so much you just tend to know things. “Hey, need help?” A voice rings out behind me, almost scaring me as I was holding a large tray with all the food on it. It was just Gustav with a lopsided smile, trying not to laugh at my face that obviously showed I just had a mini heart attack. 

“Yeah, you ass. Take the drinks.” He does as told and we make our way through the tiny crowd, getting to our seats where Tom and Johanna sat. I sat next to Jo and Gustav sat across from her. That left Tom in front of me. He was on his phone, quietly mumbling a thank you to me for paying and getting the stuff.

I watched as Gustav and Johanna were talking and laughed together. It made me so happy that they were getting along… maybe even having something more than that. Thinking about that brought me back to Jace sadly. 

I don’t know what’s stopping me from being with him. We were happy together for a year, it didn’t end on bad terms and he obviously really likes me. But something… something is just pausing all that and not letting me be happy with him. 

“[Name]!” Johanna taps me, and my body shivers as I lost the trance I didn’t even realize I was in. “Gustav has to leave. I’m going to drive him with his car.” She informs me and I raise a brow, confused. “Something happened with my brother, I don’t think it’s a good idea to drive.” He explains further, I just nod my head. My eyes scanned between the three of these people. They’re leaving me with Tom.

“Did you really not hear anything?” Tom questions me, I give him a look. “Obviously not.” I roll my eyes, looking back at the two who stood up, taking their food with them. “Um, I hope everything is okay. Be safe.” I stand up to hug them goodbye. We haven’t even been here for twenty minutes and they already got to go. They didn’t even waste a second to get out of there. I turn to Tom but he was already back on his phone and eating so I just continue to eat my own food as well.

As I finished up I started noticing all the fans around us, sneakily taking pictures or just freaking out about us being in public like we aren’t people too. Ignoring it I just put my napkins in the box with the little food left. “Want me to throw yours away?” 

His eyes look up from his screen and he looks down at his trash then just nods. “Cool, love not being answered with words.” I stand up, picking up both our things and then throwing them away. Once I walk back he was up and putting his phone away. “What’s first?” He asks.

“Dry cleaners for our one outfit for tomorrow and then this dark-looking store Bill needs something in.” I lead the way, he walks beside me and I bite my bottom lip, picking off the skin as I think about this situation. It’s mainly awkward but I’m nervous we’re going to blow up into an argument and I punch him again. 

“What’s wrong?” He scrunches his nose, looking at me up and down. “What?” I shrug my shoulders, not understanding what he’s saying. “You’re biting your bottom lip. You do that when you’re nervous about something.” He points out, pressing his lips together as he showed he was basically just stating the obvious. 

“Right, I’m thinking about how today is going to go. How it’s just you and I.” We get back to my car, we’re on either side of the vehicle now and we talk over the hood. “Nothing will happen on my end if that makes you feel better.” 

“How do I believe that?” I laugh. 

“Swear on Bill that we both won’t?” He sticks his pinky out over the hood and I go to take it but my arm is too short. We both snicker and just get into the car. “I swear,” I tell him as I start the car. “See.” He shrugs. 

We went to the dry cleaners and the darker store for Bill. It was easy in and out but the supermarket is where we’re going to take years in. 

“Wanna split up?” I face Tom after getting a shopping cart but his eyes just widen as he stares at me. “I’m going to take that as a no?” We start walking through the doors. “I don’t even remember what we’re getting.” He whines causing me to laugh mainly to myself. 

“Food, drinks, toiletries,” I say, we go into the fruit and veggies section first. His hand held onto the cart even though I was walking it. It was like he was a lost child having to follow me around. “What food are we getting?” 

“Well, Gustav and Jo want some fruit so that’s what we’re getting first. Do you want any?” I ask, stopping the cart in front of the berries, he hums randomly picking up a bag of apples to inspect it for some reason. I shake my head, trying to find specific cherries for Gustav. “Uh, I’ll just throw things in if I want it.” He tells me. 

“Ah alright, and you’re paying for said stuff with your own money?” I smirk to myself as I check out the cherries making sure they’re mainly not bruised and all that good stuff. He snaps his head my way. “I thought we had Bill’s card?” He brings up. 

“Yes but for his stuff.” I toss the cherries into the cart. “And I have all the boy’s cards.” 

“Why?” He quizzes, he was still holding the bag of apples but paying attention to me as I look at the other fruit. “They trusted me with them. They asked for specific things.” I enlighten him as he was acting like he was offended that no one trusted him with the cards. 

“Are you upset, Tommy?” I pretended to pout, he just flips me off in response causing me to laugh. “How are you so trustworthy?” He places his hands on his hips after putting the apples in the cart. I take a deep breath, looking up at him from the fruit. “How are you?” I rebuttal in defense.

“How am I not?” 

“You’re acting like a child Tommy.” I toss a few more things into the buggy, starting to walk to another section and Tom follows suit. He stays silent for a few moments and so I just go back to putting some vegetables into the baggies they give out not paying attention to the dreadhead anymore. 

Next thing I know he has a cucumber in my face. “You need this?” He waves it around and I just stare at him as he laughs. “Oh wait, you got Jace for that now.” He goes to place it down but my silence alarms him so his eyes are squinted as he looks up at me as if he knows so much already. “Are you guys not good anymore?” He picks the same cucumber back up.

“We’re fine.” I laugh, shoving the vegetable away from me. “I don’t know, your face is telling me otherwise.” He takes a baggy and puts it into there. I take a deep breath and try walking away from him but he just speeds up his pace to stay next to me. “Hey, it’s cool if you’re having issues.” He starts smacking the bagged cucumber on his hand. “We aren’t. And why would I replace him with a vegetable?” I keep the same fast pace and he started struggling to do the same as he grabbed onto his pants to keep them up. 

“Ah, you got a lil something in your drawer?” He smirks again, playing with his piercing. I just playfully gag, shoving him away from me. “You’re gross, Tom.” 

“You aren’t denying it.”

“Fine,” I stop by the deli section now. “I don’t have a dildo. I’m not replacing Jace he’s just a little much right now.” I inform him, grabbing some sandwich meat for Georg. 

“A little much?” He raises a brow.

“A little clingy.” I sigh, I can’t believe I’m talking to Tom about this out of all the band members. Of course, he’s not going to say anything to them but still. “Clingy?”

“Stop repeating what I’m saying by shortening it a little bit.” I snap and he puts his hands up in defense. “My bad, but what’s so bad about clingy?”

“Remember how he left me at 16? Since I traveled so much and everything?” I remind him and he nods. He wasn’t exactly around during that time but also Tom and I started our hatred for each other a few months before Jace came around. Which was when I just turned 15. 

“I remember.” He nods, “Well, the night of our first show he told me he wants us back. And As excited as I was to see him before the show, it made me think back to the actual very beginning.” I exclaim, tensing my hands around the bar of the cart. “Him leaving was too hard. I’m not doing it again. Honestly, I don’t want the same thing again.” I overly explain at this point and it makes me just want to shut my mouth right away but his response made me want to let the words flow like a stream.

“You have every right to how you think but you should let him know before we leave. Or ghost his ass on tour.” He tells me and I start chuckling. “I can’t do that.” 

“I mean nothing is stopping you.”

“My mind.” I point to my head dramatically.

“What’s making you keep him around?” He throws a cereal box into the cart along with bendy straws that are around it. I give him a weird look but just ignore it. “Can I get deep with you?” I bite at my bottom lip, staring at him. I don’t know what I’m doing. We hate each other and all of a sudden we’re in a store talking like we’ve been friends for the past three years. 

“I won’t tell anyone we got along if you won’t.” He sticks his hand out, stopping in the middle of the aisle like I did in the deli section. I glance down at his hand and then back at him. “Deal.” I shake on it. 

“I don’t think anyone else could love me as much as he does. I don’t want to lose that.” I laugh awkwardly, it feels weird saying it out loud. Again… to Tom. “Don’t think like that. His love is phony young love. You could definitely find something better.” He throws a few more things in the cart and at this point, his stuff was overpowering everyone else. If anything I’ll put some on Bill’s card and I won’t tell him. 

“You don’t know that though.” I remind him. “Dude, there’s guys around the world who would just love to fucking poke you. Trust me there’s someone.” He says a bit harshly but I had to give it to him, he was right.

Guys getting even eye contact from me to blow their minds. But I don’t want that. I want someone to want me for me not for because they knew me from my fame. “I am pretty great.” I gloat.

“Ah, don’t get too ahead of yourself.” He shakes his hands in my direction and I roll my eyes. “Like you aren’t?” We enter the toiletry area. “I am simply humble.” He says and I lift my eyebrows giving him a certain look and he starts laughing. 

“Okay.” I stretch up to reach a certain toilet paper and as I was grabbing it I didn’t see but there was one above about to fall. “Woah, be careful.” He comes right behind me, catching it but accidentally bumping me so his hand is on my waist to make sure we both don’t fall. I quickly turn around and apologize profusely. “Dude, you’re good.” He laughs, putting the toilet paper not where it was beforehand and then taking the one I held and putting it into the cart. 

The rest of the time was pretty simple, once we got to the register we had to make a bunch of different payments for each member, along with a few things for Johanna. Tom’s stuff took the longest and I’m surprised we even fit everything into one cart. 

Leaving together he took the cart this time and I just walked beside him. It was a more comfortable silence now. 

“Today was pretty good,” I said after we put all the stuff into my car. He looked at me, tilting his head. “Surprisingly… Yeah, it was.” He agreed. 

“Maybe we don’t have to hate each other anymore?” I laugh and he takes a deep breath. “That’s gonna be pretty hard.” My mouth goes into an ‘O’ shape, “Wow.” I huff out a little laugh and he grins at me. “We don’t gotta hate each other but don’t think the comments are gonna stop.” He points at me. “Wouldn’t dream of it because mine aren’t stopping either.”

This chapter is a little rushed and trust me their enemy part is not over yet. This is a decoy hoe. So be ready. I'm also incredibly sick right now so it's very hard to focus I've had like a lot of breaks typing this out so that's why it took so long. I'm sorry for that and I'm hoping I feel better tomorrow so I can write more. Thank you for your patience.

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I promise I'm not greedy I'm so thankful for the quick updates but dare I ask for a crumb of chapter 5 mothers??? 🙏🏼🤞🏼🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍

She was sipping her coffee at the desk, ready for a slow day when Nick walked into the station. She furrowed her brows at him confusedly, “Hey, you. Filling in for Tom?”

“No. He’s not here yet, then? – Good. I wanted a word with you in private.”

Y/N’s breath caught. That sounded like trouble. She’d hoped Harry had scared his advances away, “ ...Nothing you could have told me over the phone? "

Nick halted in front of the desk, hands on his hips, “How well do you know that guy from the other day? The one with the cocky attitude.”

“I… uhm, why are you asking?”

“He’s bad news. I’d stay away from him if I were you.”

Y/N felt like asking him what else was new, but instead, she cleared her throat and tried to feign ignorance “What are you on about?”

“He followed me. More like stalked me. I went out after work last night, had a couple beers at the bar down the street from where I live. Parked my car at my building and walked there. Had my umbrella with me since it’d started pouring and really didn’t notice anything amiss. I was half a beer down when this guy sits next to me at the bar and when I look to my left, there he is. That guy. I initially thought that was just a weird coincidence, but your pal had a message to get across.”

“... What did he say?”

“He told me to stay away from you if I knew what was good for me. Told me to keep my dirty little paws off you, or else.” Y/N was at a loss for words. Stammering to get a word out, Nick cut her off, “He also kept calling me Mickey, he said it was like that pathetic little mouse, and that it was fitting. I swear to God, Y/N. I really had to hold back, I wanted to punch him in the face, but I didn't wanna lose risk losing my badge over this. Who the fuck does this asshole think he is?!”

Y/N fought to keep her amusement to herself. Both for the Mickey Mouse remark, but especially for the way Nick actually thought he could take on Harry. 

“I don’t know what to tell you, Nick…”

“He’s trouble, Y/N.” He warned, pointing his finger at her as he walked out of the station, “He better not let me catch him in here again if he knows what’s good for him!”

When Y/N heard Nick get back into his car and drive off from the outside parking space, she allowed herself a chuckle. But sobering up, she recognized this was unacceptable on Harry’s behalf. Who did he think he was to do such a thing? It was unacceptable. He’d crossed a line. She wished she could get a hold of him and tell him off. 

Making the trek to his cabin was out of the question with the state of her ankle, and with it raining she wouldn’t have even tried. Plus, he might not even be there for all she knew. 

If only there were an easier way to get to him…

Glancing over to the PC, she searched on Google Maps for Dr. Niall Horan’s private practice. Two could play that game.

sneak peek from Lupus Noctis- Chapter 5

[jahayla-parker]

Happily Ever After: Tom Holland x Reader

Description: Blurb/headcannon and small fic for Tom Holland based on the Happily Ever After character series of fics coming, This covers topics such as the proposal, wedding planning, who is in the wedding party, etc. leading up to -and including- the wedding day!

Warnings: anxiety/nerves, proposal, weddings, marriage, budgeting/finances, family

Proposal

“Mates are you sure?” Tom asked nervously, rubbing the back of his stiff neck with his now clammy palm.

Sam chuckled and patted his older brother on the shoulder with a soft nod, “extremely certain, Tom”.

Harry smirked and pretended to debate the answer but switched tones as he rolled his eyes and hung his arm over Tom’s shoulder, “we are, but I don’t suggest you ask her that question”.

Sam laughed and nodded, “agreed, when she says yes, don’t question it; just go with it”.

“If” Tom said, laughing softly with his younger brothers.

“When” Harry argued, playfully shoving his brother after he removed his arm from around Tom’s shoulder.

“When what?” Their mum, Nikki, asked as she approached her two birthday boys and her oldest son.

“Umm” Sam mumbled, glancing around, “oh, I ought to go check the oven”.

As Sam dashed off, Harry smirked as he looked between his mom and Tom.

“Do I want to know why Sam just rushed off like that?” Nikki said with a slightly teasing tone.

“Nothing bad mum” Harry smiled, winking at Tom before he excused himself to get another beer.

“Come here” Nikki said, pulling her oldest in for a hug.

Tom laughed and held onto her tightly as he tried to regulate his breathing, “thanks mum”.

“Now, what’s got you so worked up?” She asked, guiding him backwards and towards the seating area of the patio.

“How do you know I’m worked up?” Tom asked, his voice dripping with panic.

He quickly lifted his arms and checked for any sweat stains before looking back at his mum.

Nikki gave him a knowing smile and shook her head, “I’m your mum Thomas, I know when my boy is nervous”.

“Is it really obvious?” Tom sighed, plopping into the patio chair.

Nikki hummed softly and shook her head, “not if you just calm down. What’s happening Tom?”

“I… okay… well.., you can’t say anything” he blurted, taking a deep breath before resuming his rambled explanation.

“You remember how I asked for your help at the jewelers awhile back?” Tom mumbled, looking around to ensure no one was listening.

Nikki beamed brightly, her cheeks rising until her eyes scrunched closer together.

“Yes, of course! Are you asking tonight?” Nikki quietly exclaimed.

Tom nodded and bit the left corner of his bottom lip, “I’ve been trying to find the right time for months but…”

He shrugged, “I know tonight we’ll actually have privacy from the media, we’ll be with family, and I know it’s Sam and Harry’s birthday but it’s also Valentine’s Day and they said they’re okay with it, and-“.

“Thomas, honey, I think it sounds wonderful” Nikki interrupted as she sensed he’d continue rambling for awhile if she didn’t.

Tom blushed and thanked his mum before quickly telling her his plan before y/n got off of work and made it back to the house.

Y/n hummed and placed her head on Tom’s shoulder as she smiled peacefully, her eyes closed.

It had been a couple hours since she arrived to celebrate the twins’ birthday.

Tom craned his neck and kissed her temple, “having fun, love?”

She hummed again, arm slipping around his back until her hand rested on the opposite side of his waist, “yes”.

He smiled and felt his nerves calm infinitesimally, fingers brushing her hair from her face as he sighed “perfect”.

“Tom?” She whispered, eyes fluttering open and head raising off his shoulder unexpectedly.

He nodded, one eyebrow raised in question at her behavior.

“Can..” she began, looking around at the group before back at him.

“Here, come with me love” Tom said, standing up and holding his hand out for her.

She did as he suggested and let him guide her to the garden Nikki had begun.

Once they were out of earshot, Tom motioned for her to continue her thought.

She smiled shyly and looked at Tom’s family a few yards away.

When she faced him again, she bit her lip and motioned for him to look where she had been.

“Can we have more nights like this? I mean I know I’m not part of the family, so I don’t want to intrude, but I just…, I don’t know, this is just so calming and-“ she began but stopped when she noticed he wasn’t next to her anymore.

“Tom?” She asked nervously, afraid she’d overstepped.

But as her eyes found him, she nearly burst into tears.

Tom was suddenly kneeling before her, ring box propped open in his hand as he gazed up lovingly at her.

“Y/n, my love” he began, making her sniffle quietly as she tried to compose herself, “there is nothing I would like more than to grant you that. I’d love to have more nights like this, only with you officially being part of the family now”.

Both of their eyes watered, a few stray tears dripping down their cheeks nearly synchronously.

“I have been meaning to ask you this for ages now, but I feel we’re both in a good position to truly promise each other everything that comes with such a commitment. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, making you feel as happy, loved, and cared for as you make me feel every day. Will you marry me?” Tom asked, holding the ring box closer to her.

She didn’t even bother loooing at the ring, her eyes never even left him for a second.

Instead, she blinked away her tears as she gazed into his patient but nervous stare and nodded rapidly.

She knelt before him, cupping both sides of his face with her hands.

“Yes, forever yes” she whispered, pulling his face to hers for a kiss.

Tom smiled into the kiss, his hand awkwardly bracing her back without dropping the ring.

When they pulled back, he grinned widely as he removed the ring from the velvet pad and slowly slid it onto her ring finger.

“It’s perfect” she whisperered, glancing down briefly before back at him.

“Yeah, it is” Tom agreed, watching her intently.

Reactions

To say Tom’s family was excited would be an understatement. They were all beyond pleased to be having y/n become part of their family.

Y/n and Tom’s friends (both mutual and individual friend groups) were cheerful and supportive as well. Most were wondering who would get the honor of being part of their bridal party.

Best Man

Tom didn’t want to have to chose between his brothers when it came to who would be his best man.

He also wanted it to be his best mate Harrison.

Fortunately y/n encouraged him to choose whomever he wanted and that they’d handle any disappointment from his brothers if need be.

Tom knew choosing Haz was the right choice as he’d been there for both Tom and y/n from the start and remained close to them both throughout the years that had passed.

Bachelor Party

For Tom’s bachelor party (or stag), Harrison invited Tom’s closest friends and reserved a local golf club lounge.

Tuwaine, Harrison, Harry, Sam, Paddy, and Tom spent the night playing darts inside the private lounge, enjoying high quality food and drinks, and playing a round of golf on one of the nicest courses in town.

Wedding Planning

Tom would let y/n pick out any items she wanted, no matter the cost

Y/n would of course disagree and suggest she find a cheaper or more reasonably priced alternative.

But Tom would be firm about it, stating he wanted her to have everything she wanted

He’d assure her that he wasn’t worried about the money

Y/n kept asking to set a budget but Tom didn’t want to as he didn’t want that pressure to be associated with their big day

He just wanted them to have the wedding of their dreams and they’d manage the finances of it afterwards if need be.

Other than refusing to set a budget, Tom was otherwise very helpful in the planning; often providing his opinions, choices, and guidance

Wedding Day

The couple was very fortunate as the day was everything they could’ve imagined.

They both looked stunning and elegant.

Their friends and the venue staff helped them set up an incredibly romantic but elegantly classic atmosphere.

Tom of course cried as y/n walked down the aisle to him; which was of course playfully yet simultaneously supportively brought up during Harrison’s best man speech.

Just as Tom had promised during his proposal, the couple spent their wedding with their closest loved ones.

It was the perfect first night to spending the rest of their lives with their joined families and each other.

TOM HOLLAND MASTERLIST/NAVIGATION (INCLUDING CHARACTERS)

MY MAIN MASTERLIST/NAVIGATION (ALL MY WORKS)

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[mrs-hollandstan]

Hey b, so mildly obsessed with your work (and possibly being your friend because you seem cool🥺) anyways idk if you’re taking requests rn it’s cool if you’re not but like I just bought a cute white golf skirt (it makes my waist look snatched and my booty popping 💁🏻‍♀️) and I can’t stop thinking about working at a golf course and tommy being like oh shit 👀 and all the guys are like nah they’re out of your league mate 😂 anyways I hope you have a good day and I like your tattoo!

Thank you, thank you. FYI I kept this one very non-binary/not explicitly gendered so anyone could enjoy ☺️

"Holland!" Harrison finally snaps Tom out of his trance from where he'd been staring at you. He gestures to the green, "Take the damn shot." He grumbles. Tom shakes his head of the thoughts about you, taking the shot which misses the hole by half an inch. He hums as he glances over his shoulder and steps out of the way for Sam, 

"You guys got time for a drink after?" He asks. Harrison raises an eyebrow, 

"This about Y/N again?" He poses. Tom shrugs, 

"No… just could go for a cold one." He murmurs. Harry chuckles, 

"Mmhmm. You do know Y/N is out of your league right? They're way too pretty for you." He tells his older brother. Tom rolls his eyes, 

"It's not about Y/N." He growls. Harry rolls his eyes, 

"Yeah… sure." 

"I've got time." Sam mumbles. Harry and Harrison ultimately agree, the four of them finishing their round before heading for the clubhouse. Tom swallows, heart pounding out of his chest as they enter the bar, sitting at a free table in the middle of the room. Tom watches you take drinks onto your tray, delivering them to their table before you approach, 

"Hey guys… long time no see. Same as usual?" You pose. They each mumble in agreement or nod as you scribble down on a pad, glancing out at them. Tom swallows as you offer a smile, 

"Be right back." When you turn, Tom's eyes slide to the skirt you're wearing. Obviously it's got shorts under it, it's a golf skirt, but Tom can't help but wonder what it would be like if you weren't wearing a tennis skirt, if you were wearing just a normal skirt. He licks his lips as you lean on the bartop, watching your coworker crack open four beers before he sets them on your tray and you turn back towards the boys. Harrison smacks his arm, 

"Ask them for their number." He goads. Tom frowns,

"No way, they'd say no." 

"No they wouldn't. You're Tom Holland, you're irresistible. Go for it." Before anymore can be said, you lean over and deliver four beers to their group, smiling at them, 

"Anything else?" You ask. Harrison glances at Tom, but when nothing pops up, you turn and start away. Harrison gives a good shove to Tom's shoulder before Tom stumbles to a stand. He clears his throat and smoothes over his pole before he starts towards the bar where you've retreated again, 

"Uhm… Y/N…" He starts. You turn, smiling up at him, 

"Hey Tom, what's up?" He swallows again, 

"Nothing, uhm, I-I was just wondering if… maybe I could… get your number? I- I figured we could go see a movie or get dinner sometime soon, just the two of us." He poses. You can tell he's nervous by the way he stares at you. You smile and shrug, turning to scribble on a napkin. You hold it out to him between two fingers and he stares at you for a moment, 

"What?" You ask. He shakes his head, 

"I just… the boys told me you were out of my league and… I seriously thought it was true." He defends. You smile, 

"Really?" He nods, 

"Yeah." You shrug, 

"What can I say, you're adorable and I'd love to go to dinner and watch you stumble over yourself." You admit, leaning in to kiss his cheek. He scoffs slightly, 

"Wow… okay." Turning, he glanced back down at the napkin in his hand. Harrison gapes up at him as he slides in his seat, 

"What'd you ask them?" He poses. Tom shrugs, 

"I just asked for their number." He murmurs. Harrison reaches put and pats Tom's shoulder, 

"Good job mate." Tom nods, glancing out at you, watching you work for a few moments. And he'd never forget that you're the catch, not him. 

[cheynovak]

Forest Green Eyes - PART 3

Castiel & Y/N Winchester  

Warnings:  Bad family dynamic, over protected, abuse, bad language …  

Side note: English isn’t my first language.  

Words:  1142

This story takes place after the SPN finally. Jack asked Castiel to go back to earth to be the guardian angel of Y/N. Cas accepts this task but only to discover that Y/N is the biological child of Dean.  

 

Part 4 - online now  

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All Castiel could think of is how he wanted to hold her in his arms forever. How right this feels.  

It has been a long time since he felt these feelings. But is there a chance he feels this way because she reminds him of.... him? 

Even though the bunker had no windows Castiel knew the sun was already shining.  

He looked down, Y/N hadn’t moved since last night. She looked so peaceful when she slept.  

Her hair was a perfectly untouched, her breath steady and slow, her arm resting over his chest.  

--

Last night was special for him. She had told Steve that she would always choose Cas.  

Steve clearly was jealous that Y/N and Castiel were so close. But he of course had no idea what they went through. “You walk around pretty much naked!” He yelled “I’m always wearing clothes!” She answered “Yeah, if you call underwear clothing.”  

“Christ! Steve I always wear shirts and shorts! Don’t overreact, Cas never noticed what I wear.”  

“Oh really? Cause last night when you decided that it was a great idea to socialise and watch tv together I definitely saw him staring at your legs!”  

 

Castiel knew that ear dropping was bad, but he told himself that all he did was protecting you. “Did he stare at her? Glanced maybe...” Besides after the fight, when he checked on her, she admitted that she needed him, she trusted him.  

The angel started smiling like a mad man thinking about that. 

 

Although he didn’t want to move or end this perfect moment, he knew she had to go to work. But it was Friday so maybe they could have a movie night. While the angel was in deep thoughts Y/N woke up.  

“Goodmorning.” she yawned. “Goodmorning beautiful.” A silent pause. She lifted herself of the bed. She smiled a little... awkward he noticed, while she searched for new clothes and walked to her bedroom.  

“Eh, I was thinking, maybe we could have a movie night tonight?” Castiel asked to change the mood in the room.  

“Yeah sure. But I really need to leave now I'm already late.” “Really not looking forward seeing Steve.” She mumbled as she walked out.  

Well that couldn’t be more awkward he thought. But at least he had a purpose for the day.  

Searching for a good movie and snacks!  

 

It was almost 3 pm when Y/N texted Cas:  

“You mind going for a drink instead of movie night? X “  

“Where do we meet?”  

“Roadhouse? Anna and Tom will be there after work.” 

Great he thought, he was invited to go have a drink with her colleague and his girlfriend. She just invited him so she wouldn’t feel bad for ditching their movie night.  

“If you want a night with friends, I can pass. No hard feelings.”  

“Castiel, YOU are my friend. See you at 7 <3 “  

That night you, Anna and Tom walk in straight to their usual table. Anna immediately eyed a not so bad looking man the other end. “Y/N why don’t you get the first round?”  

While you walked away. Anna looked at Tom “The best way for her to forget Steve is meet new people.” She grinned.  “Maybe we should mind our own.” He answered shaking his head.  

The second Y/N leaned against the bar the guy walked over. “Hey honey, haven’t seen you here before.” Y/N side eyed the man, ignoring him hoping he’d walk away.  

 

But instead, he laid his hand around her shoulder. “Listen, buddy, I’m really not interested so take your beer and leave me alone please.” She said while removing his hand a little aggressive.  

“Feisty, I love it.” He grinned 

 " You have no idea.”  

Both of you looked behind the man, Castiel had just walked in. He placed his hand on the man’s shoulder passive aggressive telling him to walk away.  

“This your boyfriend honey? Isn’t he a little old?”  

 

Without hesitation you walk towards Cas and wrapped your arms around his waist.  

“”You have no idea what an older man can offer a girl.” Y/N said in her flirty voice.  

Castiel felt his face turning red. But decided to play along. Just as he wanted to kiss the side of her head, she turned and lifted her head to kiss his cheek.  

His lips softly stroke hers, not a full-on kiss, but enough for both of them to be startled.  

For a second that felt an eternity she looked at Cas, lost in his soft blue eyes, then at his lips. Y/N laid her hand slowly on Castiel’s neck, feeling her fingers going through his hair, and slowly pulling him closer for another kiss. This time their lips touched properly and Castiel pulled her closer by holding a hand between her shoulders and one on her hip.  

 

Even though the kiss didn’t take long, both of them were out of breath. Your foreheads still touching. “Why don’t you go sit with your friends, and I’ll pay for the drinks.” Cas said grinning softly. “Great idea.” She whispered.  

Y/N turned around looking at her friends at the table, both looking at her with their mouth open and eyes in shock.  

“I don’t want to sound like a drama queen, but isn’t that your roommate?” Tom asked, “You know the dude Steve didn’t have to worry about?”  

“Well, Steve doesn’t have to worry about anyone anymore.” You tried to sound normal. “If I had known you were, you know, doing your roommate I wouldn’t have send you of to that good looking guy!” Anna said. “I’m not doing anyone. Cas just helped me out of an awful situation with that so-called good-looking guy.” Y/N’s voice sound frustrating.  

After a couple of drinks Anna decided that she wanted a picture. “Social media freak.” Tom whispers to Cas who in return only smiled a little.  

“Ok, Y/N get closer to Castiel, Castiel maybe you hold her a little. Tom kneel down in front. I will place myself next to you.”  

*Click*  

As Anna was giving instructions to the bartender, who was so kind to take a couple of pictures, you felt Castiel’s eyes linger on you. 

 

*Click* 

 

 And like a magnet your face turned towards him. You grabbed his hand that hanging over your shoulders. Looking in each other eyes once more grinning. 

And alll you could think of was kissing those angelic lips again. But that was the beers you had earlier talking, right...   

 

*Click* 

.... Right? 

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[spectres-fulcrum]

WIP Sunday(???? I'm declaring it's a thing because I want to share this WIP)

So this is part of a 5+1 thing(Bonus points if you can guess the punch line of the 5 times thing. Hint: Buck forgets something) but it also was really fun to write(Although I felt horrible for Buck) so I'm going to share it on Tumblr. (And the best of S1 Buck shows in Part 2)

The gist of it is: Buck and Abby go out with a group of her friends, who will go on and tell Tommy she's dating a himbo, but for now is more concerned that Abby's new boytoy is from the same station Tommy just transferred away from(Because seriously, how does that look to all their friends? Like the retcon is SO delicious from an Abby standpoint). Also some Carla because the show needs more Carla.

And some Getaway Car by Taylor Swift/Summer of 2016 Tom Hiddleston references.

“So what firehouse do you work for? I’m out at the 176,” Nate said and Abby winced. “The 118,” Buck said and the air at the table changed instantly. Linda looked at Nate. “The 118. Abby-” “Don’t you dare, Mariss,” Abby said. “What about the 118?” Buck asked. “Nothing. It’s-nothing. Just had a few rough calls with them these guys know about. I think their A-shift has gotten a big overhaul recently though,” Nate said. “You could say that again,” Danny whispered and took a swig of his beer. 

1. Abby’s friends

Buck was nervous at he waited for the door to open, holding a bouquet of flowers. What if they didn’t like him? What if-The door opened and Abby smiled and he smiled.

It didn’t matter if her friends didn’t like him, she liked him. 

“Hey you,” She said fondly and glanced at the flowers.

“Hello. These are for you. You look beautiful,” He added. She was in a dark red dress, her hair done up in some sort of fancy bun. She took the flowers and set them on the table next to the door and tugged on the lapels of his jacket to pull him in for a lingering kiss. 

“You look hot,” She whispered, “Kinda just wanna check into the hotel and skip dinner.” He chuckled.

“Me too,” He said, “But I want your friends to like me.” 

“Yeah,” She said and made a face. 

“Hello Buck,” Carla said from behind Abby and they laughed and disentangled themselves.

“Hey Carla,” He said with a smile and Abby picked the flowers back up and went to find a vase.

“Just a triple check. You are fine watching her overnight, right?” Abby asked.

“Yes. You two go out with your friends, show your new guy off, then go to your hotel room. Have a romantic, sexy night. We’ll be fine. Howard’s busy tonight so no loss,” Carla said. 

“I love you, thank you,” Abby said, and hugged her when the flowers were settled. They said good-night to Patricia and Buck grabbed her overnight bag and they were off. He held her hand as they went down to her car, and gave her a long kiss over the console.

“Alone. I have you for the next sixteen hours and I only share you for maybe two or three of them,” He murmured.

“How much sleep do you expect to get?” She asked.

“Depends on how many times I can get you to cum. We definitely need to be up in time for some morning sex,” Buck said. She groaned happily. “Maybe we can start now?”

“Okay, driving now before I decide to go straight to the hotel,” She said and he threw his head back laughing. They talked their jobs as they drove to the restaurant where they were meeting her friends, some of whom were already seated.

“Abby!” A woman around Abby’s age stood to greet Abby with a hug, bypassing the hostess. Abby hugged her tightly, and by the time they parted, another woman was ready to hug her. Then the three looked back at Buck and started whispering and then they all giggled, Abby blushing. Buck stepped forward.

“It’s not like that!” Abby was whispering. 

“Hi, I’m Buck,” He said with a smile.

“Buck, this is my best friend Allison, and another close friend Marissa. Allison is the only friend I saw before Carla forced me to start seeing friends again,” Abby said. 

“Hey, it’s so good to meet you both,” Buck said and Marissa gave an odd smile. 

“A pleasure,” She said.

“This is Allison’s husband, Jeff, and Marrisa’s husband, Ben, and Danny, another friend,” Abby said, introducing the three men at the table. 

“Hey man,” Danny said.

“Good to finally meet you. Thank you for making Abby live again,” Jeff said, a look in his eyes.

“Ditto what Jeff said,” Ben said.

“Guys, I was fine,” Abby said. She started towards the seat next to Allison’s and Buck went to pull the chair out. Abby giggled.

“Thanks,” She said and sat down. He kissed her temple and then went to sit next to her, next to Danny, who ran through the dynamics. Abby and Allison had worked together at Dispatch over a decade ago. Allison and Marissa had met via Jeff and Ben, Allison brought Abby into their group. Danny was a friend from Abby’s ex-fiancé’s(The majority of them saw Tommy more than Abby these days), as was the last couple to arrive, Linda and Nate.

It was odd, to Buck, that the breakup was so devastating, but the friends were still so entwined, but Abby still greeted Linda and Nate with a warm hug.

“You good?” He asked quietly as she sat back down.

“Of course,” She said and looked at him. “Buck. Linda was going to be one of my bridesmaids over girls I knew in college. I love them. Just because I lost Tommy doesn’t mean we had to lose our friends.”

“Okay. Just seems odd to me,” He said.

“We’re happy,” She said, but let him kiss her cheek before turning to Linda. “How are the kiddos?”

“Growing. Your ex-fiancé convinced me it was safe to let him take the twins up in a helicopter,” Linda said.

“Shut up. Helicopters aren’t safe for two-year-olds,” Abby said and the table roared with laughter. Buck didn’t know what was so funny about that. Were helicopters safe for toddlers?

“They are, actually, but you know good and well they’re eight now,” Linda said.

Oh. They must’ve been toddlers when Tommy first introduced Abby to the family.

“Liar,” Abby said. 

“They’re good. God, they are so good. We gotta work out a time for Aunt Abby and the twins now that your mom has a reliable caretaker,” Nate said. Buck sat with an arm around the back of Abby’s chair as they discussed kids and friends and jobs and put in dinner orders and got wine. Buck barely understood any of the quick back and forth of a group that had clearly been together… at least six years. 

“So what about you, Buck?” Ben asked. “How’d you meet Abby?”

“On a call,” Buck said.

“On a call? Abbs,” Allison sounded worried.

“Nothing for Mom. I was working Dispatch,” Abby said quickly.

“She was amazing. I’m a firefighter and she was on the phone with this little girl home alone who had intruders in the house. The girl had just moved and didn’t know her new address, so I was searching for the house, and she managed to figure out how to get me to the correct house. We ended up saving the little girl. Abby on the phone, me on the ground,” Buck said and looked at Abby and smiled remembering the magic of that first call. “We made a pretty great team if I do say so myself.”

“We did,” Abby said, “Although I wasn’t as amazing as he makes it sound. He was on the ground. Had he missed the bike outside the house, she would’ve been in bad shape.” 

“And if you hadn’t asked for anything she knew to describe the house, we would’ve been entirely lost,” Buck said.

“So what firehouse do you work for? I’m out at the 176,” Nate said and Abby winced.

“The 118,” Buck said and the air at the table changed instantly. Linda looked at Nate.

“The 118. Abby-”

“Don’t you dare, Mariss,” Abby said.

“What about the 118?” Buck asked.

“Nothing. It’s-nothing. Just had a few rough calls with them these guys know about. I think their A-shift has gotten a big overhaul recently though,” Nate said.

“You could say that again,” Danny whispered and took a swig of his beer. 

They were lying. Buck could tell. But why were they all panicking that Abby was dating a guy from the 118?

“Our captain has only been there for a year and some change and they’ve lost two members of their core firefighting squad so I would say so. Nash wants to get another probie as soon as I’m off my probie year,” Buck said. 

“So we exchanged numbers after that call,” Abby said loudly, “We talked for a few weeks, just over the phone. Getting to know each other. It’s been so sweet and romantic.” “It’s what she deserves,” Buck said. 

“I heard you guys went out for Valentine’s Day? How did that go? Allison never told me,” Jeff said.

“Oh god. It ended in the ER,” Buck said and Abby laughed.

“He was so nervous he choked on bread and I did a emergency field tracheostomy,” Abby said. Ben pulled the bread basket closer to him.

“My bread,” He said.

“Probably the safest bet,” Buck said. Dinner continued and after he finished his meal, he excused himself to the bathroom, and as he was leaving, he heard Marissa and Allison talking.

“-fucking stupid? She claims she’s moving on and she goes and does this?” Allison was saying.

“It’s not moving on, Ally. This is her finally rebounding. We told her to do this a year ago,” Marissa said. “It’s not going to last.”

“Obviously. He’s so not her type,” Allison said. Buck wanted to walk to the other side of the men’s room.

“He’s like some puppy dog with the way he looks at her! It’s puppy love! And that choking story. So not cute,” Marissa said. 

“Almost as bad as that downed power line story where he wanted to ride that pool floatie out to that little girl. Tommy would never be that... idiotic. Especially with a child around. I’m worried though. She’s recreating Tommy,” Allison said.

“She needs to feel anything, so she’s willing to use this young boytoy for his dick. He’s buff enough that she can probably pretend he’s Tommy from their dating days when he fucks her with the lights off. They were slow and old-fashioned too. She’s literally dating her Tom Hiddleston,” Marissa said. Allison laughed.

Wasn’t Tom Hiddleston some actor? 

“He has I <3 AC written all over his face. No tank top needed,” She said. Marissa giggled.

“Makes me almost feel bad for that boy but if he can’t see it than that’s his fault,” Marissa said.

“It’s literally Abby embodying Getaway Car’s “The circus ain’t a love story” and she’s not stupid enough not to know that. He’s a rebound and she knows it,” Allison said. 

“If they’re a thing come Memorial Day we’ll stage an intervention. Tell her what she’s doing and that she has to end it,” Marissa said. 

“What if it does last? Abby Kinard sounded so much better than Abby Buckley. With her mom dying, she might do something crazy like pull out the white dress she claims she canceled the order for,” Allison said.

Abby Kinard. That could’ve been her name. Abby Kinard, married to Tommy Kinard. A... helicopter pilot? Buck hated the sound of Abby Kinard. 

“She kept the dress? Abbs…” Marissa sounded sad then.

“I think she wanted to believe he was coming back. But also, dress shopping was one of her last best memories of her mom before things got rough. Canceling the dress probably felt like giving up on Tommy and her mother,” Allison said and Buck ached for that Abby.

“She’s allowed this for now. God, she is such a good daughter and just needs something that’s hers. But,” Marissa said loudly, “If she ever does something crazy like get married, then we convince Tommy to show up at the wedding and say his vows. They loved each other once. Ally, they were so good together. They can fix it. I can’t figure out why he left.”

“Danny’s the only one who knows and he’s not saying a word. But I think that’s why she chose a boytoy from the 118. Maybe this 23-year-old will give her a reason to project onto Tommy and she’ll finally be able to move on,” Allison said.

So the 118 was special. But why? 

“Come on. Before Abby catches us while she’s in her lying to herself that this is real stage,” Marissa said. Buck heard footsteps retreating from outside the door. 

His thoughts raced. Were they right? Was he a rebound? Was Abby trying to recreate her relationship with Tommy? Did she think about him when she was whimpering under him? 

Or were they wrong? Was this real?

Or was it somewhere in between? Did it matter? He made his way back to the table and Abby smiled at him and leaned in for a kiss.

“You were gone a long time. The girls left to use the bathroom-aka have a gossip gab session without me- and even came back before you did. You okay?” Abby asked. Marissa caught his eye. She knew. Had she known all along?

“I’m fine,” Buck said.

“I was thinking we skip after dinner dessert and wine and go check in to the hotel,” Abby said softly, “Want to get this dress on the floor.”

It didn’t matter. Abby was still Abby Clark, not a single ring on her fingers.

“Sounds perfect. Let me wave down the waiter, get our check,” Buck said. Everyone was politely amused that they left early and when Buck turned back at the door, they were all laughing.

“That went well,” Abby said.

It was the complete opposite. Her friends were mature, had jobs and kids, was used to Abby having a mature adult partner they all knew and loved. For some reasons, reasons Buck didn’t know well enough to agree or disagree with, they thought she was recreating her ex with him.

“I don’t care how it went as long as I still have you at the end of it,” He said.

“You do,” Abby said with a smile. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

“Then you, me, a hotel room for twelve hours. It’s time to let your hair down,” He said and reached for the clip in her hair. She made a face.

“Hey! I spent time on that bun!” She said, laughing.

“And it was gorgeous, but you look better with it free,” Buck said and let his hand wander down to unzip her dress an inch. Her breath hitched.

“Evan Buckley, get me into the car so we can get to that hotel now,” She said.

As long as she smiled and laughed at him, nothing else mattered.

(Forgive me Buck(And Tom Hiddleston, I LOVED Hiddleswift back in the day but this was too easy) but this was so much fun to write)

[mischiefandmedicine]

Very Full - Chapter 4: Very Full

Summary: Loki follows Melara to a speakeasy where they have an intimate conversation over drinks. Melara opens up and Loki offers her comfort.

Word Count: 4,525 words.

Chapter Warnings: Fluff, mention of domestic violence

Soundtrack Link

This Chapter's Music Inspiration:

Very Full sung by Tom Hiddleston

By Your Side by Sade

Very Full MASTERLIST

As they walked through the busy streets of her town, Melara’s grip tightened on Loki’s hand as if to signal that he should stay close behind her, a sense of urgency in her movements as she navigated. Loki followed her swift pace as they wove between the crowded throngs of people. He marveled at how this mortal woman continued to, rather inexplicably, hold his curiosity.

Glancing back at Loki once again as they neared their destination, Melara’s eyes betrayed a mix of nerves and determination. Her footsteps echoed lightly on the cobblestone street as she led Loki down an alley. Loki continued just behind her curious about the unexpected turn that they had taken, until he noticed a flickering neon sign above an inconspicuous door near the dead end. The sign flashed the words, “The Speakeasy”, igniting a smirk to pull at the corners of his lips.

Descending a flight of creaky wooden stairs, they entered a cozy bar, a much more intimate setting compared to the karaoke bar of their initial encounter. Ordering their drinks – a brandy old-fashioned for Melara and a Guinness beer for Loki – the harried-looking woman fixed her deep brown eyes on Loki’s with a sigh as they sat down in a booth.

They sat in silence for a moment before Loki dared to broach the subject. “So…the genius…who is he to you?” he inquired with raised eyebrows, his gaze fixed on Melara.

Melara sputtered with a laugh, nearly choking on her drink. “David? He’s…uh…my ex-something or other. I don’t even know what we were. Things didn’t quite work out how I thought they would.”

“Ah,” Loki acknowledged, leaning in slightly, a silent invitation for her to continue.

Taking another sip, Melara’s expression shifted, a hint of sorrow clouding her eyes, “I guess you could say that I was just a step on his way to meeting Stephanie,” she admitted, her gaze dropping into her glass, and she emptied it into her mouth in one swift motion.

Loki observed her carefully, noticing the reluctance behind her words. As she finished her drink, he mirrored her actions, downing his beverage nearly as quickly as she had. He tossed his glass at their feet, heartily calling out “Another!” pointing at the pair of them in the direction of the bartender who watched in horror.

Wide-eyed, Melara sputtered out a giggle, “What the hell was that?!”

“What?” Loki asked with a smirk. “This Guinness drink, I’ll have another one of those. I rather enjoyed it.”

Pinching the bridge of her nose in annoyance, Melara glared at Loki with a heavy sigh, her eyes narrowed. “Oh my g-, ok, we are not on Asgard. You just ask for more when the waiter comes to the table. Got it?”

Loki chuckled softly, his eyes dancing in the soft orange light of the bar as he met Melara’s narrowed gaze. “Ah, the joys of mortal customs. How delightfully peculiar,” he teased, feigning innocence. “You must forgive me; it seems I am still adjusting to the nuances of this realm’s etiquette. But fear not, I shall heed your instructions when the server returns.”

“You really are the god of mischief, aren’t you? And you say you’ve changed,” Melara said in a tone that Loki could not quite read.

In the dimly lit confines of their booth, Loki sat across from Melara, a faint smile etched on his lips, concealing the layers of contemplation that churned within his depths. His emerald gaze shimmered with a flicker of the past and the sacrifices he had made to keep the timelines alive. Timelines that included this one. He could have ignored her call and returned to check up on Mobius or even rekindled attempts at love with Sylvie, but here he was, in a bar with a woman he barely knew. The woman from which he could not tear himself away.

Once their drinks had been replaced and Melara had assured the bartender that Loki, in fact, would not be shattering any more drinkware in the quiet atmosphere created by the speakeasy, he sipped his beverage much more slowly. Behind the façade of his usual charm lay a mind preoccupied, harboring the weight of responsibilities woven into the very fabric of her existence. He even wondered how much longer he would be able to project himself into this timeline before cosmic consequences ensued.

“The god of mischief never sheds all of his tricks,” Loki remarked, answering Melara’s implied question.  His voice was soft, an underlying seriousness nestled within the jest. His gaze drifted, contemplating depths unknown to the mortal gaze, a silent nod to the costs made in the name of preserving temporal harmony.

“What does that even mean, Loki?” Melara asked, tone both annoyed and amused.

“Change is a curious thing, isn’t it?” he mused, words laden with a gravity that hinted at a deeper truth that he could not share. “Some transformations…they come with sacrifices. Happiness bartered against a greater purpose.”

Melara raised an eyebrow, “Glorious purpose?”

A stifled laugh exited Loki’s mouth. Melara’s eyes lingered on Loki, observing the subtle shifts in his demeanor, sensing echoes of a weighty burden borne by the cosmic trickster. Yet, his words, cryptic and measured, betrayed fragments of the truth, shrouding the entirety of his story in a veil of mystery.

Loki leaned in closer, his voice lowering to a whisper laced with solemnity. “Responsibilities transcend the boundaries of comprehension. They are threads that tether me to realms far beyond mortal understanding.”

He paused, considering her, as if weighing her capacity to grasp the weight of his cryptic utterances. “And yet, here I am. Your voice, it beckons.”

Melara, a picture of both curiosity and reservation, met Loki’s steady gaze, her expression a silent invitation for him to continue unraveling the tapestry of their conversation. “Are you saying that I summoned you, somehow?”

“That,” Loki said, shifting in his seat, “is precisely what I am trying to determine. Might I ask you something? Did you feel threatened by his presence?” Loki asked, his face holding a trace of concern behind it.

“David?” Melara gulped.

Loki nodded silently. “I’m just trying to understand,” he added, extending a hand as if to offer it as comfort, but Melara retracted her own before their fingers could touch.

Leaning back in her seat, Melara took a long, calculated sip of her drink. She did not know if she wanted to share such intimate details of her life. Her face clouded with memories, a fleeting shadow eclipsing her features. “David…he wasn’t the man I knew anymore,” she confessed, her voice lowering to a near whisper. “Things grew…complicated at the end.”

She withheld the details, her words dancing on the periphery of deeper revelations, hinting at a tale fraught with sorrow and obscured anguish.

Loki’s expression softened, an understanding glinting in his eyes, his façade of playful banter now bore traces of empathy, a silent kinship forged through unspoken sentiments. It was his fallen face that allowed Melara to spill over the edge, eyes welling with tears before she dropped her head and began sobbing silently in her seat.

As he watched her, Loki attempted once again to extend his hand towards Melara, but noticed the subtle retraction of her hands, a silent reinforcement of the boundaries she had set. Respectful of her unspoken request, he withdrew his hand, allowing it to fall gracefully back to his side, a symbol of his knowledge and compliance. As his hand retreated, a tender sincerity painted across his features, Loki leaned back into his seat, affording her the space she so clearly needed.

A fleeting moment passed before Loki’s voice, gentle and reassuring, whispered softly across the small space between them. “Not without your permission,” he murmured, his tone sincere and laced with delicate understanding, remembering the slap she had given him during their first encounter. It was a subtle reassurance that he would not encroach upon her personal space without her explicit consent.

Melara, her eyes moist with unshed tears, looked up from the veil of her tangled emotions. His whispered words pierced their weighty silence, causing a brief pause in the tempest of her thoughts. She glanced at Loki, registering the earnestness in his gaze and the genuine care behind his voice. Her heart, heavy with past wounds, fluttered slightly at Loki’s respectful gesture. It seemed there was a poignant vulnerability in his demeanor, a marked contrast to the audacious trickster she had first met. His careful regard for her boundaries was a revelation that resonated with her.

The somber atmosphere softened as she felt a faint stir of appreciation for his understanding and respect, especially given that she was a mere mortal in his godly presence. Loki held her gaze with a quiet intensity, conveying a silent reassurance that he was there for her, comforting her with his presence alone as she processed her feelings.

Seemingly out of nowhere, a soft giggle resonated in the quiet confines of the speakeasy, breaking the weighty silence between them. “I’m sorry, I’m such a mess. I suppose we all have our own baggage,” Melara remarked, her voice light and airy as she wiped her eyes.

Loki eyed her carefully, sensing a slight lift in her mood before he allowed a cautious smile to curl his lips once again. “It seems we do,” he concurred, a hint of warmth and understanding woven into his words.

“How is it that you manage to stir up these emotions in me? It’s like you know me better than you should,” she said, hinting at the curious notion of fate or destiny intertwining their paths.

Loki’s gaze met Melara’s with a tender sincerity, his expression softening in response to her admission. He recognized the delicate balance between curiosity and vulnerability in her gaze, yearning for understanding lingering between them. Though still guarded, knowing that Melara was fragile in this moment, Loki responded with a wry smile, a flicker of mischief creeping back into eyes. “Am I to believe that is why you so abruptly left the night we met?” he inquired, his tone a playful tease with a trace of genuine interest, his gaze fixed on Melara, awaiting her response.

She chuckled softly once more, blush tinting her cheeks as she recalled their initial encounter. “Oh, that?” she admitted, casting a sidelong glance at Loki, both of amusement and shame. “It’s not every day that one encounters a god in a karaoke bar.”

The pair laughed.

“Really though,” Loki urged. “What happened? It reminded me of someone I once knew.”

Melara paused, studying the pained look on Loki’s face as though he were hiding his own baggage from her during this, their second intimate conversation shared in just a few days. Loki eyed her curiously until she continued, “I-, I left because…I just can’t.”

“You can’t what?” he pushed.

Eyes narrowed in Loki’s direction, Melara searched for the words. “Listen, you met the guy, and I’m sure you can gather by now that the idiot was also an abusive idiot. He nearly killed me once, and now every person I meet, friendly or otherwise, reminds me of him. I remind you of someone you once knew. Well, you…this,” she gestured between the two, “reminds me of him. How it once was when he duped me into thinking that he was this wonderful guy and then tricked me time and time again into thinking he could change into something better.”

Tears spilled from her eyes once more. As Loki wracked his brain for the right words to say, the faint sound of music began to play overhead, inciting Melara to rock side to side, calming herself instinctively. The tune sounded vaguely familiar to Loki as Melara swayed to the beat. The melody seemed to stir them both, Loki wondering what the song could be. It was much slower and subdued than he remembered. It was then that Melara opened her mouth to sing, almost serendipitously:

The trees they dance as the waterfalls stop,

When she sings, she sings, “come home”.

Oh, the trees they dance as the waterfalls stop,

When she sings, she sings, “come home”.

When she sings, she sings, “come home”.

When she sings, she sings, “come home”.

Loki’s mouth hung open in sheer shock at the timing as the soft lilting notes resonated, coaxing memories from the crevices of Loki’s consciousness. The haunting tune filled the space, Melara’s voice, rich and soulful, played with the melody, eyes closed, immersed in a version of the song that was not only in English but much slower than the usual song that it was.

            The enigmatic songbird, perched across from Loki, sang in perfect unison with the music as it played, her voice tender yet vibrant, echoing the emotional depths of the song. Her eyes remained shut as she repeated the verse louder, eyelids clenched, lost in the music as the words flowed from her lips, carrying the unspoken narrative of longing and heartache that had mirrored Loki’s tumultuous journey.

In stormy black mountains,

I walk alone across the ice.

While in the apple orchard the maiden stands,

And sings, “When are you coming home?

With each resonant note, memories of Sylvie flooded Loki’s mind, entwined with a burgeoning sentiment that he could not quite place – feelings that had simmered, all but unspoken, and palpable between them. The emotional familiarity of the song evoked a bittersweet blend of nostalgia and confusion, tugging at the threads of his heart and mind.

Oh, the trees they dance as the waterfalls stop,

When she sings, she sings, “come home”.

Oh, the trees they dance as the waterfalls stop,

When she sings, she sings, “come home”.

When she sings, she sings, “come home”.

When she sings, she sings, “come home”.

Loki, spellbound by the raw emotion emanating from Melara, felt her lean into each note of the song as though she were sending a message to him. He sensed the song’s significance seeping through the atmosphere, wrapping around him like a cloak of intertwined emotions. There was a familiarity in her song, an intangible connection that reverberated within him, stirring an unexpected realization.

Melara’s performance was not just a mere echo of the song; it was a reflection of her soul, a symphony woven with her own experiences and emotions. As the final verse of the song reached its crescendo, her voice carried the essence of love and longing that mirrored the impact Sylvie had on Loki’s life.

For a fleeting moment, Loki’s gaze held Melara in a new light. A myriad of emotions danced across his features, a silent revelation stirring within him. The line between the past and the present blurred as he grappled with the flashes of Sylvie’s memory intertwined with the enchanting presence of Melara. His heart, an intricate web of conflicting emotions, pulsed with a burgeoning affection that transcended all logic and reason.

Under his breath, a whisper escaped Loki’s lips, laden with bewilderment and introspection, “What are you doing to me?” His voice, barely audible amidst the remnants of the song, carried the weight of his inner storm – a whisper meant for his ears alone, a fervent question to the enigma unraveling before him.

As the echo of Loki’s whispered query drifted into the sweet chaotic ambiance of the bar, Melara’s sudden reaction caught him off guard. Her eyes, glistening with a mix of emotions, locked onto Loki’s with an intensity that belied her seemingly oblivious demeanor moments before. It was as if she had heard the inner musings that had escaped his lips, her gaze probing into the depths of his unsettled soul.

Caught in the midst of his own turbulent thoughts, Loki was momentarily thrown off balance by Melara’s piercing stare. He had meant for those whispered words to remain veiled in secrecy, an intimate thought meant only for his own contemplation.

Yet, her abrupt shift in focus, her gaze now firmly fixed upon him, left Loki unsettled. “How are you doing this?” he asked her.

The question lingered in the air, a testament to Loki’s utter bemusement at Melara’s almost uncanny ability to unsettle the very core of his guarded composure. She could summon him from across the multiverse with just a thought, belt out a song that brought him to her side in an instant, and now, she impossibly read the thoughts of arguably the most powerful being in the multiverse.

A human. There was nothing more to her than that. She had been honest; she was merely a petite human woman who enjoyed singing in karaoke bars. And now speakeasies. But there was also the fact that her timeline appeared stronger than all the rest.

Melara, upon hearing his latest question, offered no immediate response, but a puzzled look on her face. Instead, her gaze softened marginally, a flicker of understanding in her eyes, though her lips remained sealed, withholding the words that could provide insight into Loki’s perplexity. He could not help but notice that her caramel-colored skin glowed in the candlelight of the bar, her dark hair floating in waves that framed her face.

“I’m not a witch, if that’s what you’re thinking,” she said with a smirk.

Loki laughed nervously, “Then, what are you if not a witch?”

She paused to answer carefully, “Would it surprise you to know that I have been having dreams about you?”

“Oh?” he said, leaning in with intrigue.

Melara rolled her eyes with a sigh, “Not at all like that,” she giggled, wiping a tear from her eye. “The night I met you, I dreamt of you sitting on a golden throne. You were entwined in a web of green, glowing strands, but there was an emptiness about you. I felt your sadness, your pain, and your…sacrifice.”

With the last word, Melara offered her hand for Loki to take. He stared down at her palm before resting his own gently within hers. She pulled his hand to her lips, gently kissing the back of it before continuing. “That’s not where it ends. I was caught in the web when I saw the strands around me start to glow with fire. You saved me, but before you did, I watched as you extinguished those fires with a blast of ice.”

Loki sat across from Melara, speechless.

“Don’t ask me what it means. I’m no philosopher or dream whisperer. But I thought it might make a good story if I ever were a writer,” she admitted before looking down at their hands, Loki stroking the back of hers with his thumb.

Melara had all but seen the truth of his existence in a dream, but also found herself caught up, tangled in the timelines, her essence lighting them aflame. Loki’s own reaction to the dream was not just astonishment; it was an internal whirlwind of emotions. Her vivid descriptions sent a shiver down his spine, triggering an unexpected surge of recognition, aligning with his own haunting memories from the end of time.

Loki’s breath hitched, a sudden realization dawning within him. Her recounting mirrored fragments of his existence at the climax of the timelines, when he had decided to destroy the loom, ensnaring him in a duty that his corporeal body was carrying out at this very moment. She had even seen him perched atop his throne of absolute power, sensing his solitude, longing for the people he loved.

He looked at Melara, his gaze holding a mix of incredulity adding to the implications of her dream. Her words peeled back layers of his own haunting memories, unearthing the desolation and sacrifice he had endured at the precipice of all existence. For a moment, Loki was lost in his thoughts, grappling with the gravity of her vision. The imagery of fire and ice resonated deeply within him, vivid echoes of the profound choices he had faced that still weighed heavily upon his heart.

Collecting himself, Loki’s voice emerged, tinged with a subtle tremor, “That’s…, you’re…remarkable.” His words fell softly, dripping with genuine surprise and a newfound sense of intimacy threading through the air. He could feel the unsettling connection between their destinies unraveling in a way that defied rational explanation. He could have used this power to find Mobius again.

He gently squeezed Melara’s hand, a gesture of knowing, hinting at the depth of the inexplicable bond that seemed to knit their fates together. Their encounter had transcended mere chance, delving into the unfathomable realms of interconnected destinies and the enigmatic tapestry of time. The haunting parallels of it all struck a chord within him feeling the forces that brought them together leading to this moment right here in the clandestine bar she had chosen for their conversation.

In the candlelit haze of the speakeasy, the music softened to a gentle melody, a tender song that seemed to stir the air with its quiet yearning. Loki’s eyes, usually so full of cunning and mischief – and a hint of something else – held a warmth as he regarded Melara across the table. The revelations of the night hung between them like the delicate notes of the song, each word she had spoken weaving itself into the fabric of his thoughts.

He stood, the movement fluid as if drawn up by the music itself. With a grace that belied his inner turmoil, Loki extended his hand towards Melara, palm up, and invitation clear in his eyes. “Melara, would you honor me with a dance?” he asked, his voice low and resonant, echoing the vulnerability she had unveiled within him.

There was a moment’s hesitation, a flicker of surprise in Melara’s deep brown eyes that quickly gave way to a quiet acceptance. She placed her hand in his, and as he pulled her to her feet, there was a shift in the air, a sense of two worlds colliding and merging into one.

As they stood near their booth, no dance floor in sight, Loki drew her close, his hand resting gently on the small of her back, his other hand clasped hers. They began to move to the rhythm of the music, slowly turning in a dance that was less about the steps and more about the connection forged between them. Melara’s head rested lightly against Loki’s chest, her ear over his heart, and she could feel the steady beat through his button-down shirt, a reassuring drum in a world of chaos.

Loki was surprisingly gentle with her, leading with a patience that Melara had not anticipated. They moved together, and for a moment, the weight of their destinies seemed to lift, leaving nothing but the simplicity of two beings swaying in the soft glow of the room. His throne was momentarily forgotten, his title as god of stories put aside. In this moment, he was simply a man, moved by the presence of a woman who had, inexplicably, sung her way into his very being.

The music wove around them, a cocoon of sound that held them in its tender grasp. Melara’s scent, a mix of the earthy and ethereal, filled Loki’s senses, grounding him in the now. Their bodies moved together in harmony, finding a rhythm that was theirs alone. Loki gently closed his eyes, allowing himself to be present in the dance, to savor the feel of Melara in his arms, to memorize the way her hair tickled his nose, the softness of her skin under his fingertips.

As the song came to an end, they lingered, reluctant to break the spell that had encircled them. Loki’s eyes opened again, locking onto Melara’s, and he saw the universe reflected back at him – not the cold, lonely expanse of space that he ruled over, but a universe filled with the warmth of potential and the light of stars yet to be born. They stood still, still embraced, as the music faded, and the chatter of the speakeasy returned.

It was then that Loki realized that he needed to consider the level of energy it took to cast such an intricate projection of himself, one that interacted with Melara and the environment around him. His apparition was more like an avatar through which he could sense the gentle way she grasped his hand. He had to cut his time short, knowing that if he exhausted his own body enough, there would not be enough power to keep the timelines within his grasp alive. Let alone, hers.

He also considered human customs surrounding this intriguing woman and realized that a significant amount of time had passed since his arrival to the timeline. “’Lara?” he asked, in between silent glances. “Shouldn’t we be getting you home? It is awfully late.”

Melara checked her watch, seeing that it was after midnight. “Oh my goodness, it is pretty late. ‘Time flies’ as they say,” she shrugged, reluctantly shuffling her feet.

Loki watched as she gathered her things. “Might I walk you home? I would not want anything to happen to you on your way.”

A deep red flush flashed across Melara’s neck, rising to meet her cheeks. “That…that is sweet and very gentlemanly of you, but you don’t have to. I don’t live far from here.”

“I’m afraid, I insist,” Loki pried. He meant what he said, he could not have anything happen to this woman before he was able to understand what this power was that she wielded over him.

They walked the few blocks in silence from the speakeasy to her apartment. Loki saw to it that he walked her inside, through the halls of her building, and up to her door before he would even consider allowing her to take leave of him. The door to her apartment had the words, “Unit 9”, scrawled out in golden decals.

“Nine realms connected by Yggdrasil,” Loki whispered.

Melara giggled, catching Loki’s reference to the world tree. “You could not possibly know Norse mythology too,” she said with a hint of incredulity in her voice.

“You humans really got all the stories of Asgard mixed up with that rubbish,” he scoffed, scrunching his nose.

Melara erupted into full-blown laughter as she unlocked the door to her apartment. “There’s some truth to those stories?” she asked, watching the pained look on Loki’s face.

“No. Absolute rubbish. Absolute…,”

Melara stopped him, placing a finger on his lips to shush him. “Rubbish, I know,” she whispered. “Hold on a moment,” she said, ducking into her apartment, and returning with a small footstool.

“What is that for?” Loki asked, his brows furrowing into a baffled look.

“Think of it as this pint-sized Valkyrie’s noble steed,” she joked with a twinkle in her eye. Melara ceremoniously stomped her feet as she climbed atop the stool, placing her eye to eye with the god that usually towered over her. She winked playfully as she pulled him close, slowly, but firmly, connecting her lips with his. Loki crumbled under her touch, his shoulders falling as though she had conquered him completely as he returned the kiss with a fervor he had not quite experienced before. Placing a hand gently on Loki’s shoulder, Melara broke the kiss with a sheepish grin, whispering, “Goodnight, Loki” against his lips.

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Okay so for your Chris seresin x slider au, I have a request. Well a couple but feel free to chose.

1. The daggers meeting Chris and Ron after the mission

2. The flyboy uncles and Jakes dads reacting to him getting in to top gun the first time then later on winning the trophy like his dad and Uncle ice.

3. Just anything fluffy you want to write about Chris and Ron.

I love this au so much. I check your tumblr daily to see if there’s anything new for it ❤️❤️❤️

AH I’m so happy you love them. I’m going to break these up into three different posts because I will write anything for them. 🩷

1. Daggers meeting Chris and Ron

They’re all at the hard deck. Mav is leaning against the bar when he hears Jake shout, he sees the blond take off across the room and slam into his dads and Tom.

All of the daggers and staring. Bradley slams his head into the bar when he sees Ron and Tom standing together. Everyone starts quietly whispering as to why the fuck Jake just slammed into hugging Admiral Kerner, the goddamn commander of the pacific fleet and some random blond.

Javy is the only one besides Bradley who isn’t confused.

Phoenix is the first to react to their ranks. She slams into stance. Once everyone sees her do it they all scramble to join. Mav has to laugh, because Jake just doesn’t care about ranks when it comes to his dad and uncles.

Tom laughs, not unkindly and walks over to Mav. “At ease sailors. You all are fine relax.”

Everyone drops from the salutes.

Ron raises his eyebrow, “I never said y’all could stop.” Jake and Chris both smack Ron. He lets out a laugh and kisses Jake’s head before going over and hugging Mav.

“Hangman you wanna explain some things?”

Weirdly it’s Bob that speaks first. Jake smiles, Chris is still holding onto his waist. “Y’all meet my dads.”

There’s a beat of silence before everyone starts talking, “hey Chris-!” “Hang what the fuc-?” “hey Ron-” “as in Ron kerner is your dad-?” “Who’s the blond-?”

“Woah!” Jake sticks his hands out to stop everyone from talking, he points at Phoenix, “you first.”

She tilts her head, “how long have you kept this a secret from us?”

Jake blushes a little, “uh the whole time. Mav and Javy obviously knew, Roo knew a bit. But yeah. I’ve never really announced it.”

She blinks at him. “How long have they been together?” Chris answers this one. “40 years.”

There’s a round of chatter before Ron pipes up. “Hey Mav and Ice have been together for 36.” Tom smacks Ron from where they are leaning. Payback raises his hand, Chris laughs, “you can just talk kiddo.”

Payback nods, “what kinda unit did you come from sir?”

Tom and Ron start giggling, Chris rolls his eyes. “Ignore them. I didn’t, I was a firefighter, I’m a mechanic now that we live in California.”

Everyone nods, Bradley raises his hand. Ron points at him “shoot birdy.” Bradley rolls his eyes. “Y’all forgive me for being stupid when I was younger?”

Chris let’s go of Jake, he walks over and hugs Bradley. “Yeah. Just forgive Mav for the stupid things he’s done. Next time don’t take it out on Tommy.”

Mav winces from where he’s drifted into Tom’s arms. He gets a squeeze around his waist “sorry Bradley.” Jake is leaning against Ron’s side, “y’all don’t do this here go outside.”

Mav tilts his head and Bradley nods. They leave.

Tom loops his arm around Jake, “glad you’re safe kiddo. Thank you for bringing my husband home. I’m Glad all of you are safe.”

Halo takes a swing of her beer, “can you guys give us stories of Jake when he was little?”

Chris laughs. “He collects animals like Snow White.”

“Oh fuck off dad you do the exact same thing.”

Bob leans over to Coyote, “he just said Snow White right?” Javy laughs but before he can answer Ron cuts him off. “Y’all know why Coyote has his name? They picked up a pup when they were 15.”

Jake and Javy both glance at each other. “Jake lit multiple trash cans on fire in schools.”

“Uncle Tom!”

“He what??”

Jake smacks Tom, he knows he probably shouldn’t based off the gasps he got, but fuck it, it’s a bar not the base he can smack his uncle.

“You’re a nepo baby Jake.” Jake blushes, “shut up Nat, so is Bradley.”

Chris laughs, he kisses Tom’s cheek. “You’re evil. Love it.”

Bradley and Mav wonder in, they both look like they’ve been crying. Bradley looks at Jake “wanna get beat in pool?” Jake hugs his dads again and then nods. “You’re goin down Bradshaw.”

Javy leans next to Chris, “they’ve been like this the whole time. Shoot me now.”

Tom laughs and says something in polish to Ron. “Please don’t say that about our kids. I don’t need that memory of you and Mav.”

Mav laughs “you should’ve seen them when Bradley was playing piano, it was crazy.”

Everyone eventually drags Chris and Ron into talking about their lives. It’s a good night. An even better one when they seen Bradley and Jake talking casually at the bar later.

Maybe they’ll have a full family reunion this year.