that i will never get out of my head

Fear

Originally posted by smendesgifs

Pairing: Shawn x Reader

Requested: nope it sorta just came to mind

Warnings: Drunk/mad Shawn??? Angst?? Shitty writing??? Idk 

A/N: So I posted this yesterday then deleted in and re-edited it and shortened it a bit so it could be a bit enjoyable, enjoy! @nobravery here it is AS PROMISED


Screams and shouts echoed through our apartment, mean words were thrown at one another, stuff we didn’t mean.

Keep reading

DJ Tozier

Richie flung himself across the room to the other end of his large desk after having gently lifting the needle of the record. “You’re listening to the Rock Block with DJ Tozier aaaand that was ‘Hurt So Good’ by John Mellencamp and speaking of hurt, Eddie Kaspbrak you really hurt me but I’m hoping you’ll take me back?” Richie spoke casually into the microphone, not too close though so the sound wouldn’t fuzz up. 

“And now here’s…..” Richie flung himself across the room again on his wheely chair to find his notes. “ ‘Keep On Loving You’ By REO Speedwagon, requested for Julie from Adam, who’s hoping you’ll forgive him for kissing your sister.” Richie read the requested message while holding back laughter and changing the record, setting the needle down and taking off his headphones. He breathed a sigh of relief and bit his lip. 

He’d been building up all his nerves during his classes about asking for Eddie back on live radio…surely it wasn’t that big of a deal, it was only their college radio station but he put it out there anyway. He was expecting his phone to light up any second with texts from an angry Eddie but it remained dark. He frowned and waited for the song to fade out. “And this is DJ Tozier signing off for tonight. Thank you lady and germs!” He shouted and signed the show off with no problem. He pushed himself away and stood, forgetting the headphones were still around his neck and was tugged back violently as he walked away. 

“Shit!” He cursed and shrugged them off, storming out the door. 

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Beverly was sitting in the courtyard with her legs crossed, sweating up a storm with Mike to her right. Between them sat a small radio they’d bought at a garage sale for just this purpose. Mike turned the dial off and sighed. “Richie’s nuts.” He shook his head and Bev giggled. 

“I think it’s cute.” She shrugged “I wish someone would do that for me.” She chuckled as Ben and Bill approached them. Ben put his hands on her shoulders and she looked up with a grin. 

“Poetry too outdated?” Ben asked and teasingly poked Bev’s shoulder. She tapped her fingers on his hand. 

“Never. Keep doing it.” She smiled and stood to kiss his cheek. Bill plopped down next to Mike and started to pull out all his homework. He set it down in a large pile as Stan strolled over, raising one of Bills books to his eye and browsing through it as he sat down. 

“C-c-catch Richie’s s-show?” Bill asked him and Stan put the book down. 

“I support him, so I turn it on but….If I’m honest, I put the volume so low it’s basically muted.”Stan said with a straight face. Everyone giggled and Bill punched his shoulder. 

They heard some distant shouting and all turned to see Richie Tozier barreling towards them, tripping over his feet and tumbling to the ground. He started to stand until Mike held his hand out and helped him. “You guys know if Eddie listened to my show today?” Richie asked, catching his breath and disregarded any possible injury he might have for what was important to him. 

The five of them looked to each other and shrugged. “Sorry Rich maybe he missed it-” 

“RICHIE FUCKIN’ TOZIER!” came a loud shout and all six of them shot their heads to the right and spotted the tiny Eddie Kaspbrak stomping over.

“Oh shit.” Richie went limp and stood frozen in his spot until Eddie came to stand toe to toe with him. He had to tilt his chin so far up to look him in the eyes, luckily Richie’s head blocked the sun. 

“Did you have to ask that on the radio? Do you know how embarrassing that is?” He crossed his arms and Richie bit back a grin. Of course he knew that, it was part of the appeal. The rest of the five watched them awkwardly. 

“Y’know me, Eds. I love to embarrass you.” He went to rub his fist through Eddie’s hair but he swatted him away. 

“We’re too frickin’ old for that Richie. Can we just have the fight I’ve been building up in my head?” Eddie pouted like a child and Richie nodded, shoving his hands into his jean pockets. 

“Does the fight end with you taking me back?” Richie poked him and Eddie sighed. 

“Possibly.” Eddie pondered it over in his head and answered. Richie nodded again. He took his hands out of his pockets and shook himself as if preparing for a physical fight. 

“Alright, hit me with your best Eds.” 

“You never shut your God damn mouth and you fuckin’ embarrass me any chance you get and never and I repeat, NEVER tell my professor I was late because I was dirtying it up with you ever again, you hear me Tozier!” Eddie stomped and their five friends gaped their mouths open, so that was the reason for the break up. 

“Dirtying it up? That’s not exactly how I phrased it, Eds.” Richie chuckled with amusement at the fuming Eddie who gave him an expectant look. 

“Alright. I agree. I won’t do it again. I’m sorry.” Richie pouted and brought Eddie closer to him. Eddie allowed it and from the background they heard Mike whisper ‘Ohhhh gettin’ interesting.’ Eddie shook his head.

“Ok, you’re officially taken back.” Eddie smiled and Richie picked him up and spun him around. 

“Yeah! I knew you’d miss me!” 

Eddie giggled and punched his shoulder. “Put me down, ass.” 

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“This is the Rock Block with DJ Tozier and that was ‘Baby, I Love Your Way’ by Peter Frampton, requested by myself for my boyfriend Eddie Kaspbrak because Mmmm Baby I Love Your Way.”  Richie hummed in a sing-songy voice before signing off. This time almost immediately, His phone bore light into the room from Eddies texts.

Richie picked it up and read 

‘That was sooo embarrassing!! (Keep doing it <3)’

Richie broke into the biggest grin. 

It’s been several months and I’m still trying to find an explanation as to why you’ve left.

I’m trying to grasp all these thoughts in my head that have been planted there since the day you left me.

Was it something I said? Something I did? Was it because of the person that I am?

Because yes, I know that being around me gets exhausting after a while. I suck the life out of myself and maybe I started sucking it out of you too. Was I too much? Was I too clingy? Too insecure? At times maybe too jealous? Or did you leave because I was too unstable? Mentally and emotionally, that is.

Did you leave because me crying myself to bed was getting too repetitive? Was it because you couldn’t dare to look at all my scars anymore that I carefully created myself? Was it because the story of me feeling numb and yet so full of emotions was getting boring?

Was I making you sad too? Was I turning your colourful world into one that’s only black and white? Did you find someone who put the colour back in? Is that why you left?

All these months have passed and I’m still wondering. Wondering why. Wondering how. Wondering what if.

What if I had been less intense? What if I didn’t show you the bruises on my heart? What if I just kept shut about my past and things that happened? Could you have loved me more then? Could you have stayed? Would you have?

Maybe in the end this was about me. Maybe if I wasn’t the way I am, you would have stayed. Maybe I wouldn’t be sitting here bawling my eyes out as I’m writing this. Maybe we would be sitting next to each other now, just holding hands or maybe even kissing.

And as always, here I am with a conclusion that is breaking my heart over and over again the more I think about it.

It was me who made you distance yourself from me.

It was me who made you leave.

It was my own damn fault. Once again.

- e.s. // 20.09.2017

It’s getting there. I feel like it’s close to being done. The last album was kind of our darker one. A little more somber, a lot of death and kind of sadness. And unfortunately I can’t fully shake that. There’s always going to be an element of that. But I liked the name Mitsubishi Macchiato because it reminded me to wake up a little bit too and maybe get back to some other vibes. It’s going to be a mix. That last album felt very kind of autumnal, wintry, and I wanted to do something that at least has elements of springtime. Because life has to keep going. So you know, macchiato wakes you up, Mitsubishi makes you happy. We could put out a record tomorrow if there’s a gun to my head, I truly love every album that we’ve made and I’ve always said to myself I’m never going to let Vampire Weekend get to that territory that I’ve seen some people get to where it’s like, you know, two years past time for another record. I just need to get this album right and then we can start having fun.” -Ezra on LP4

anonymous asked:

Trans klance hcs?

:ooooooooo

  • okay dude y’all know Y’ALL KNOW that when they get their periods,,,, its essentially a dumpster fire
    • lance: MY UTERUS IS ON FIRE
    • keith: SO IS MINE
    • keith and lance: *scream in unison*
      • but then allura throws a heating pad at them,, they cuddle up in bed and watch buzzfeed unsolved while eating chocolate before lance falls asleep with his head in keith’s hair 
  • anyways i legit just started tearing up cuz im imagining keith just sweet talking the shit out of lance on dysphoria days…….. deer lord
    • keith: look okay you may not think you look ‘’manly’’ enough and that your voice is too high but i have never seen you as anything other than a boy and you will always be the most beautiful boy i’ve ever seen
    • lance:
    • lance: marry me
  • but wHEN THEY GO BACK TO EARTH AND GET TO GO ON T….. fuck
    • keith: dude,, your face
    • lance: what 
    • keith: it’s all rough and shit 
    • lance: yOOO
    • keith: DUDE HOLY FU
  • Robert: How you doing?
  • Liv: Have you told the police what I did with your car?
  • Robert: Well, what did you say to social services?
  • Liv: I took brandy and pills cos I wanted to get off my head.
  • Robert: But nothing about me?
  • Liv: Kept your name out of it. You're gonna do the same with the car?
  • Robert: I was never going to tell them.
  • Liv: We've got nothing else to say to each other, then.
  • Robert: I hope one day we might be able to... put all this behind us and go back to being friends, all of us.
  • Liv: In your dreams!
  • Robert: I did say "one day".
  • Liv: Don't you get it? He wants you out of our lives.
  • Robert: Well, maybe when things have calmed down a bit -
  • Liv: Wake up, Robert! He's at home, hanging out with a hot doctor. I mean, Alex is a hero. He's the doctor who saved me. Not the sleezeball who put me in hospital. You've been replaced. I'm just surprised it took so long.
  • Robert: Look, I get that you're angry -
  • Liv: I'm not angry, actually. Couldn't be happier. Alex is a top bloke, and Aaron's really into him. I'm even stopping the night at Gabby's, just in case. Just stay away from him. From both of us. (Robert leaves)
  • Laurel: You know Gabby's not back for a few days, sweetheart?
  • Liv: Yeah, yeah, I know.
  • Laurel: Oh, okay.
Anaander Mianaai

(Sung to the tune of ‘Ana Ng’ by They Might Be Giants)

Make a hole with a gun that the Presger made
To the name of this Ship in a desk-top globe
Exit wound in an empty vacuum
Emperor of the one this was written for
My station looks upside down from here
Atmo spirals the wrong way out the brink
And her voice is the song that haunts me
It’s like a whirlpool and it never ends

Anaander Mianaai are getting old
And they still haven’t walked in the glow of each others majestic presence
Listen ‘Naander hear my words
They’re the ones you would think I would say if there was a you for you

All alone in the space outside of space
I am singing the old songs in my head
Who was at the Athoek Garden?
Why was the bench still warm? Who had been there?
Or the time when the call came down to fire
Caused the mourning of Lieutenant Elming too
And in the back of the edge of hearing
These are the words the voice was repeating

Anaander Mianaai are getting old
And they still haven’t walked in the glow of each others majestic presence
Listen 'Naander hear my words
They’re the ones you would think I would say if there was a you for you

When I was with you once I know you had this in your head,
I don’t want the Empire, I just want her half

But with Tisarwat I can tell she’s sad (she’s sad)
And when Mercy of Kalr knows we’re mad (we’re mad)
And I think of intense Seivarden
How’d she survive, that intense Seivarden (Seivarden)
Translator Zeiat No I know you should be Dlique (be Dlique)
Aatr’s tits, we don’t know anything (don’t know)

Anaander Mianaai are getting old
And they still haven’t walked in the glow of each others majestic presence
Listen 'Naander hear my words
They’re the ones you would think I would say if there was a you for you

Anaander Mianaai are getting old
And they still haven’t walked in the glow of each others majestic presence
Listen 'Naander hear my words
They’re the ones you would think I would say if there was a you for you

Anaander Mianaai are getting old
And they still haven’t walked in the glow of each others majestic presence
Listen 'Naander hear my words
They’re the ones you would think I would say if there was a you for you

(Thanks to @prawnsofthetiger for lots of help with the lyrics!)

anonymous asked:

When I had a lot of shit to carry and nobody I trusted, I created a fake email and made the password something I could never, EVER remember, and now I use it as a sort of diary thing. I get shit out of my head and I never have to see it again, I can delete all traces of it, and I can't get into that email (the password is something like "forgetthisimmediately" except transversed three spaces on the Cesarean wheel or some shit) but if that's too much hassle you can just use mine

oh my god youre a fucking genius you know that

But honestly, I just wanna go home.
I miss rain, and splashing in puddles
.

So once upon a time, @cookiecreation opened up commissions and I sprinted out of the bar, very drunk, to request a slot. I sent an email saying that I wanted “Lance splashing in a puddle” because 1) I couldn’t type much else, honestly, and 2) The above quotes had been stuck in my head since watching Voltron. I received the final piece and I’ve been staring at it ever since, so I thought I’d share it with you all. Enjoy this beautiful piece of art.

OK MAJOR THEORY TIME

So I’ve been having this theory, and it’s a bit complicated but hear me out….

Main point: it’s not anti that’s returning again, cos as proven by “Jack”

So if anti’s always been around, of course it’s not him appearing in that glitch in Detention. Cos in actuality…

It’s Jack himself.

Every time Anti appeared in a glitch he was either smiling, freaking out, covered in blood, or all three. But it doesn’t look that way this time. It’s different.

(i tried to get a better screenshot, but you can see it clear in the gifs) This isn’t a menacing looking face. Rather, it looks like Jack’s confused by something, maybe wondering if the camera can actually see him? cos when you look at when he’s adjusting his camera in a past prop hunt episode (couldnt get a better screenshot sorry :P)

He has the SAME LOOK as he was fixing the camera so it could see him.

And when “Jack” is responding to anything about anti, it’s all normal, even (dare I say) a bit too excited about all of it??

Oh but what about the pointing and the whole “Forgotten but just too afraid to remember biz?” Why would Jack point and why emphasize that?

well my friend, it’s definitely not cos we forgot about anti. pete’s sake, we were still including him in oxenfree fanart. NO, INSTEAD WE FORGOT ABOUT SAVING JACK!

WE FORGOT THAT THERE WAS NEVER A RESOLUTION TO “SAY GOODBYE”! We freaked out, tried to figure out how to save him for a bit, then poof jack’s all hunky dory saying he’s ok WHEN IN ACTUALLY IT WAS ANTI THE WHOLE TIME.

Jack saying how much fun he had with the community freaking us out, who’s to say Anti didn’t have fun either?? i mean he practically thrives off of it right? So all this time, we thought Jack was ok, when in reality we’ve just moved on from him, FORGOT ABOUT SAVING HIM, and carried on watching Anti like normal :). That is until the real Jack started to finally rebel a little by giving us a major clue…

It’s our fault that all this anti stuff happened, we were too afraid to think that we were never able to protect Jack from him. Quite possibly the real Jack knows this sad fact all too well and possibly blames us for it, and anti will never let us forget that we failed….

So don’t be surprised if in a video you hear somewhere in the distance:

H̢҉͚͕͈͙̙̦̼̤̮̳̗ͅE̵̶̴͉͔̣̮̤̮̻̘̕ͅL̨̩͎̜̙̕P̀͜͠͡҉̻̺̼̩͇̠͖̰͙̣̼͈͎̪̘̠̲͎ ̧̦̩̙̰̝̩̠̹̼͚̞͇̰̹͍͇̞̯̯̀͝M̷̵̝͍̫̬̼͔̣͎͓͟͞E̸̡̬̺̣̘̫̜̰̱̯̞̬͚͔͖̜͡ͅͅͅ.̴͔̲̮̗͇̫̲̝̮̩̗̣ͅ.̴̷̡̝̦̤̟͖͍̹̭̣̭̺̼̥͍͎̭͙.҉̴̡̠͎̲̼͈͕̯̫͍͙͚͔̘̜̩̀͝.̵̴̡̥̜̼͔̻͕̞̗̯̞̻̥͚͚̦͖͍

Like, the entire culture of public education always smelled heavily to me like it was this massive coercive…thing.

I used to be able to do multiplication and long division in my head, quickly. 

I literally repeatedly got in trouble with teachers for doing math in my head. To the point where they drilled that ability out of me.

I’d get scolded for reading ahead, for actually enjoying the books we were meant to read.

I got scolded for knowing multiplication before I was supposed to.

I was literally gag-ordered by a teacher because the lesson he was teaching was wrong, from a historical standpoint, (literally wrong, not like “this is my opinion wrong”) and I was told to “never speak up in class again.”

I got a suspension for explaining to a student, outside of class, the hows and whys of the effects of Hiroshima’s blast. 

I know people, brilliant people, who are now completely ruined by the shit they had to abide in public education. People who were left entirely unprepared for any semblance of a real life thanks to specter of public education literally eating away their formative years under a crushing weight of busywork disguised as academia. I look at the years I wasted there and cringe.

It’s no joke that 6 weeks of Thursday afternoons with my Uncle proved more useful to my professional life than 4 years of Highschool. Nor is it a jest that I learned all my basics (math and writing and reading) through my family, because the school could not keep up, and where it could not keep up, it instead sought to suffocate.

You can’t tell me that we are blowing as much money as we are on education (more per capita than most), with kids in school for 8 hours a day, and then we have to saddle them with 6-8 hours of homework a day on top of that, and we’re still not managing to make grade. 

At some point it stops being the fault of the kids and starts being the fault of the educators and the parents. At some point the way we are teaching, and what we are teaching, is no longer pertinent to the real world, and in some cases, apparently designed to do harm to the ability of an individual to excel, for the sake of fulfilling a time-table. 

Bat boys as things my family has said.

Bat boys as things my family has said.
———————-
Jason: *is drawing on a wall*
Bruce: Jason! What are doing!??
Jason: isn’t it obvious? I’m drawing on the wall.
Bruce: your not allowed to draw on walls!

*the next day*
Jason: *is drawing on a door*
Bruce: what did I tell you yesterday?!
Jason: this is a door not a wall. *continues drawing*
Dick: *in the background* he’s not wrong.
Bruce: don’t encourage him!!
———————–

Dick: *opens the door and starts screaming in in opera like tone*
I’m hooooommeeeee!

Jason: *joins in* we knowwwwwww!

Alfred : *looks at Bruce while the screaming in the distance continues*
I can get the duct tape.

————————-

Damian: *sitting reading a book*

Tim: *brings out a measuring tape holds it to Damian’s head and starts backing away while measuring the distance.*

Damian: what are you doing?

Tim: I’m measuring your patience.

———————-

Damian: *dislocates toe which is now on a 90 degree angle*

Dick: want me to call a toe truck?

———————–

Dick: *falls down multiple stairs and gets back up*
I’m okay!

Tim: *laughing so hard that he trips while walking up the stairs and breaks the post*

Jason: *laughs at what just happened and falls off his stool*

Damian: *laughs so hard he hits the table and knocks off a glass*

Bruce: *spits all over himself*

Alfred: I’m surrounded by Neanderthals.

————————-

Jason: *Is holding Tim’s book above his head while standing on the edge of the couch*

Tim: give me back my book!

Jason: Never! *sticks his tongue out and suddenly losses balance falls off the couch and lands on Tim and his tongue touches Tim’s eyeball*

Tim: WHAT THE FUCK YOU LICKED MY EYEBALL

Jason: WHAT THE FUCK NO I DIDN’T MEAN TO SHIT I FELL AND FUCK I HAVE TIM GERMS ON MY TONGUE!

Tim: IM GONNA GO BLIND


————————

Bruce : let’s get a boat.

Alfred : we have a boat.

Bruce : how about a car?

Alfred : we have three.

Jason, Tim, Dick and Damian : *Run in the room screaming at each other and arguing*

Alfred : how about new children?

————————-

Tim: *is walking around when he stubs his toe on the dresser and drops everything he’s holding* I want to die.

Dick: *concerned* you ok there?

————————

*Everyone is sitting at the breakfast table and eating*

Tim:*extremely tired* when was the war of 1812?

Jason: ….
Dick:…
Damian:….
Bruce:….

Jason: you better be kidding cause if not you’re really fucking stupid.

———————–

Fuck you Holland

Series: Tom Holland Imagines

Relationship: Tom Holland x Reader

Request by: @iamaquackson  Summarized:Tom and the Reader get into a fight and then… HOT MAKEUP SEX.

Warnings: SMUTTTT, Swearing cause it’s the best and Tom does IRL :,) DID I MENTION SMUT? SO IF YOU’RE BOTHERED PLS DON’T BOTHER READING.

Word Count: HELLA LONG 2,500 + Felt in a descriptive mood in the beginning x)

A/N: I reached 1.7k today OMG THANKS FAM FOR ALL THE LOVE & SUPPORT


[Reader’s POV]


   Tonight you were going out to a club with Tom and Harrison. You couldn’t wait for a drink, it’d been a long day and you needed it. Tom had an interview and wanted to go out to drink. Harrison was with him today and it was always fun with the both of them.


   You were currently getting ready for tonight looking through your closet. Sliding the hangers to the side as you looked at some of Tom’s favorite things he liked you to wear. You were getting laid tonight after not seeing him for two weeks. It was going to happen, you needed it.

     The dress you picked was a black short dress that fit you perfectly. You called it the holy grail dress cause Tom’s hands are all over you whenever you wear it. Slipping it on you look at yourself in the mirror.  Turning around to see it hugging your ass , a grin on your face at the sight. Reaching for your heels you set them on the floor.  Bending over you pick up the heel that tipped over.


“Fucking hell, you’re wearing the dress” Tom’s voice comes from behind you making you look. His gaze is glued to your barely covered ass.


“Yeah I am, now lets go and have fun” you smile slipping on your heels and walking out of the closet. Tom quickly following behind you smacking your ass hard. A yelp leaves your lips as you see your boyfriend run towards the front door.


“Bitch!” you shout at him rubbing the stinging feeling away.


“Jerk!” He sticks his tongue out at you before opening the door.


-


    The music vibrated to your bones as you danced along to the music. Your feet were aching but you were not taking these expensive heels off. A smile on your face as you danced with Tom. His hands slid down your body from starting at your breasts down to your hips. You could feel how hard he was as you were grinding against him.


    Your back was against firm chest as your hips swayed to the beat. Harrison was in the corner making out with some random red haired girl. A few people recognized Tom but haven’t bothered him. Women stared at him like he was a piece of meat. Turning around in his arms you pull his shirt. Crashing your lips against his in a needy kiss. His hand caresses your face as his other grips your ass tightly.


    A small moan leaves your lips as he lifts your leg to wrap around his waist. You could feel your heartbeat pounding in your chest. Tom bites your lower lip tugging it a bit. Tangling your fingers in his curls pulling them a bit. Tom lets your leg go once Harrison walks over with the red haired girl. 


    You were left panting in Tom’s arms as him and Harrison yelled at each other to hear each other. Giving up of trying to hear each other the four of you walk back over to the seating area. The red haired girl holding onto Harrison, her eyes practically eye fucking him. Your lips were red and tingly from the intense makeout session with Tom.


“Mate, we’re going to head out.. see you for our workout sesh tomorrow” Harrison hugs Tom before walking away with the girl.


“I n-need a drink, I’ll be back baby” you kiss Tom on lips before walking away from him. You head over to the bar pushing through the crowd of people. Making your way to the bar you grab a bartenders attention. Holding onto the bar for support due to your feet aching. 


“What can I get you,it’s on the house” He grins looking down at you, jesus he’s tall. He sends you a wink leaning against the bar counter. Smiling up at him you ask him for two shots of tequila and a Corona. 


    Pouring the shots for you he sets them down. You take them quickly biting into the lime that was placed beside the glasses on a small dish.  He hands you the beer that you gladly take. Taking a couple of sips sighing from the feeling of the alcohol buzzing through your system.


    Holding the beer as you make your way back to see something that makes your blood boil. Another woman was with Tom, her hands all over him. His eyes widen when he sees your figure behind her. Before he can even say anything you yank her hair pulling her backwards. 


    Pulling down so she falls on her ass, her stiletto breaking from the fall. Her face holds fear as she tries to get up. You place your heel on her chest making her stop moving. The look in her eyes held fear , people around you started to form.


“I don’t know who the fuck you are but if I ever see you around Tom again I won’t stop from breaking a bottle on your whore head” your tone full of venom as you pour your beer down on her face. She struggles but your heel digs into her chest making her cry in pain. Her coughing as she choked on the alcohol filled the air.


“Babe, stop people are recording” Tom pulls your arm pulling you off the woman. Turning around you get out of his grasp throwing your empty beer bottle on the ground. The glass shattering flying in different directions.


“I’m leaving Tom” your eyes filling with tears as you shove people out of the way. Your legs shakily walking as fast as they could towards the entrance. Tom calling after you making you grit your teeth. 


     Walking out into the chilly night air made your buzz end immediately. The wind blows your hair behind your hair behind your shoulders. You knew where Tom lived and would walk until you could get an uber or something. The sound of your heels clicking filled the London air. A shiver running down your spine as another gush of wind blew by. 


    A car was slowly driving next to you as you walked. Looking over to see Tom’s Audi slowly driving next to you. The window rolling down to show Tom looking at you. Cars were lining up behind him but you didn’t care.


“Darling,get in the car please!”Tom begs as you keep walking down the sidewalk. You couldn’t even stand to look at his face right now.


    The car stops and Tom gets out causing cars to honk. He walks over to you lifting you over his shoulder effortlessly. Damn his strength. Your legs thrashing as he carried you to the Audi. 

    Opening the car door he tosses me into the back seat .Locking the door till he gets to his side of the car. Unlocking it he gets in keeping it locked making you pout in the back seat. The whole car ride home was dead silent.


-


“She was all over you Tom” you rip your hand out of his. If you could see a color it would be red. He knew how you felt when you went out together. She was practically grinding on him.


“Wait, are you going to blame me? You’re not as innocent as you think darling” Tom seethes walking into right after you. Snapping your head in his direction so fast your hair flipped over your shoulder. Your eyes narrowing into slits over at your boyfriend.


“Fucking excuse me? ” You snap walking up to him poking his toned chest with your maroon acrylic nail. Is he trying to seriously turn this on you?


“You were practically flirting with the bartender for drinks, don’t think I didn’t see..” Tom’s posture changing into a tense stance. His face held anger just like yours.You didn’t even flirt with the bartender? What the fuck.


“Fuck you Holland” you slap him across the face leaving a handprint on his cheek. The slap hurting your hand cause part of your palm hit his jawline. Adrenaline pumping through your veins watching as Tom’s chest rose up and down quicker.


“Fuck you” he grits out through his teeth. Your hand was trembling as you reached for the ring on your left hand. Taking it off you throw it at his chest making it ricochet off somewhere else.


“Take your ring Tom, I knew you weren’t ready to commit” tears were falling down your cheeks as you head towards the bedroom. Anxiety was flowing through you as you headed towards the closet. Kicking off the heels Tom got you and reaching for your suitcase.


“Angel, please it wasn’t what you thought, I swear I didn’t even have my hands on her… She was so damn perss-”


“We’re fucking engaged Tom and you even let her get near you like that?” you laugh grabbing clothes and throwing them in the suitcase. Fear was sketched over his features as he watched you pack. You two have never gotten into a heated argument like this, let alone pack a bag.


“Angel,listen to me dammit!” Tom grips your body pulling it to his. Feeling his hands cup your cheeks making you look at him. Your eyes lowering to his lips as he talked but you tuned him out. Gripping his head pulling his face to yours pressing your lips against his. 


    Your mouths move in a perfect sync as he pushes your body against the wall. A gasp leaves your lips when your back hits the wall. Tom takes the advantage of sliding his tongue into your mouth. His hand lifting your leg around his waist. 


“T-Tom” you moan out as his lips move to your neck. The feeling of him sucking the skin made your knees weak and you dripping wet. That is your weak spot and he knows it.


    His hands reach behind you unzipping the dress letting it fall down to the floor. Your body naturally chilled when the air touches your skin. His body heat instantly warming your skin up. His lips leave a trail down your body leaving you a breathless mess. 


    Watching as he slid your thong down your thighs . Stepping out of them he throws them to the side. Lifting your leg above his shoulder you place your hands on the wall for some kind of support. Lord knows you’re going to need it.


“God, you’re so fucking beautiful..” His voice low with arousal as he kisses the inside of your thigh. Feeling his lips moving slowly towards where you wanted him the most. He bites the inside of your thigh making your head tilt back.


“I-I’m still mad at y-” your sentence being cut off by his tongue licking up your slit swirling around your clit. A moan fills the air as you grip onto his curls. Looking down he sends a wink up at you making your legs wobble. His fingers sliding into your dripping pussy as he slowly pumps them in and out of you.


“Still mad at me Angel?” he asks giving your clit a kiss,still pumping his fingers in and out of you picking up a faster pace. The eye contact between the two of you made your breath hitch in your throat. Your hips were moving involuntarily needing more than just his fingers.


“F-Fuck Tom I-I” you couldn’t even form a sentence. Gripping his curls as pleasure builds up inside of you. Your stomach tightens as you feel the urge to cum.


   His fingers withdrawing from inside you making a whimper escape your lips. Tom lifts you up carrying you to the bed. Laying you down on the soft black comforter. He strips himself of his shirt unbuttoning it slowly. Sliding his shirt off letting it fall to the floor behind him. Your eyes watching his muscles move as he undressed himself.


He is a work of art.


   Tom gets on the bed positioning himself in between your legs. He groans as he slides the tip of his cock up and down your slit. Your breathing was shaky from the endorphins running through your body. He places his his forearm next to your head as he slides into you. A moan escapes Tom as he fills you up completely. 


“P-Please” you mumble against his neck.


   Veins prominent as he clenched his jaw tight,thrust going in and out of you quickly.His free hand grasped your hip tight, nails digging into your skin. Wrapping your legs around his waist pulling him closer. Moans were falling from your lips as he pounded into you.


   Gripping onto his back scratching your nails down his back. Tom hisses from you scratching his back, thrusts becoming deeper as he angled your hips up. Moans filled the air as he pounded into you, pleasure pulsing in your veins. Tom’s lips crash down on yours in a passionate kiss. His thrusts slowing down but hitting you deep still. 


   Running your fingers through his soft curls as the two of you kissed. A moan escaping you causes you to break the kiss. Your head turning to the side as his thumb rubs circles on your clit. Hot wet kisses were placed on your neck leaving you a panting mess. This man would be the death of you, how could you stay mad at him through all of this?


“You know you’re my girl right?” Tom breathes against your neck, his breath making your sore neck twinge. His hands grab yours entwining them place them beside your head. Tilting your hips up he goes deep hitting your g-spot repeatedly.


“Y-yes Tom, I’m yours” you moan out squeezing his hands as the pleasure built up inside you. Your legs were shaking from how close you were.


“Fuckin’ hell” Tom moans into your neck his thrusting getting faster. You could tell he was getting close because he was getting more and more vocal. The headboard banging against the wall the faster he went.


“I’m gonna cum” you whimpered as Tom rested his forehead against yours.Reaching down he starts rubbing your clit in quick circles.


    Taking your free hand to place it on the side of his cheek. Guilt sinking your chest for slapping him earlier. Your thoughts being interrupted as your orgasm sends a wave of pleasure over you. Tom slows his thrusts as he releases letting out a low moan. You laid there panting as Tom rolls off of you. 


    Sitting up then falling back down on the bed due to fatigue hitting you like a bag of bricks. Tom gives you a quick kiss before getting off the bed. Your eyes staring at his ass cause it’s perfection. He grabs a pair of sweatpants from the floor slipping them on. 


    Tom tosses you his button up which you put on. Getting off the bed, your legs wobbling a bit as you walk over to a mirror buttoning the shirt up. Your curls were deflated and into waves now, your reflection wasn’t as bad as you thought. Tom leaves the room making a pain in your heart start to form. Looking over at your suitcase on the floor with clothes thrown carelessly into it.


“Now darling… I know you’re upset with me, but can you please forget about what happened tonight? I didn’t want her on me because I have you.. I chose you to spend the rest of my life with,not her.. Now I’m going to ask you again and pray you still love me.. will you marry me and be Mrs. Holland?” Tom asks holding up your engagement ring you threw earlier. 


    Nodding with tears in your eyes, you wrap your arms around his neck pressing your lips against his. He smiles grabbing your hand and slipping your ring back where it’s supposed to be. Placing your hand on his cheek he turns his head giving the palm a kiss. 


“I love you,Bitch” you grin at Tom playfully,a snicker following after.


“I love you,Jerk” he winks lifting you over his shoulder running towards the kitchen. The only sounds that filled the house was laughter, funny remarks and some Netflix.. maybe some chilling too..


A/N: Guess which tv show I was watching while I was typing this..

I love you.

Originally posted by harrysimpact

Her.

All wrong.


This is the third and final part to my soulmate story. The other parts can be found above. Let me know what you think.xxx


“No!” her scream echoed around Harry’s apartment, the pain in her voice cutting through him and making his heart clench.
“Harry, no.” it was a whimper now and Harry pressed his eyes shut, hoping that when he opened them again everything would be okay.
But that didn’t happen. Y/N fell to her knees, the loud thump making Harry turn around and stare at her in shock. The sight in front of him reminded him of last night, when he was the one to drop down on his knees and sob until his lungs were begging him to stop.
Y/N curled in on herself, making herself as small as possible. Her loud cries were heartbreaking and Harry wasn’t sure if she was able to breath anymore because her loud gasps didn’t sound like she was able to take in any air.
He kneeled down in front of her, one hand on her knee, his thumb stroking over the fabric of her skinny jeans.
“You have to calm down or you’ll make yourself sick.” he told her.
But her sobs didn’t die down, if anything they only got worse.
“Alright.” he sighed and lifted her up with one hand underneath her knees and one underneath her arms.
She wrapped her arms around his neck then, crying into his shoulder. Harry walked her to his living room, sitting down with her on his lap. He slung a blanket over her body because he knew that always comforted her.
He stroked her head, his fingers playing with her hair. It took time but after a while she stopped sobbing and gasping for air, her breathing still ragged but almost normal.
“I m-made a mistake.” she said after a while.
Harry didn’t say anything, he decided to let her talk and not interrupt her.
“I know I should have told him. But I was so goddamn nervous. I’ve been with him for two years now, it just seems unfair to me to break up with him so sudden. He stood in front of me yesterday and he was so happy to see me and… I just couldn’t do it.”
Harry thought for a moment. Of course he knew it wouldn’t be easy for her but didn’t she know that it wasn’t easy for him either?

“You didn’t have to have sex with him.”
“I know. I know I shouldn’t have done it but… I needed comfort. I felt like no matter what I do, it’s wrong. I just needed to forget everything for a bit.”
“But you knew that I would feel it. I told you.” Harry scoffed.
“I-I hoped you wouldn’t.”
Harry shook his head and let her glide from his lap, bending forward to rest his elbows on his knees, his head in his hands.
“Do you even know what that did to me? You ripped my fucking heart out. I spent forever in the shower to somehow get rid of that feeling of you with another man but it didn’t help. I’ve never cried so hard. I felt you having sex with him before but now that I met you, now that I kissed you… You cheated on me. You did the one thing you never were supposed to do.”
Y/N eyes were cast down to the floor, starring at god knows what.
“I…” Harry stopped, he didn’t know if he wanted to tell her.
But he had to.
“I don’t feel you anymore.”
Y/N screwed her eyes shut, her head shaking from side to side.
“I… don’t have that feeling in my chest anymore.”
Y/N got up from the couch and stood in front of the big window, starring outside.
Harry cleared his throat and got up as well.
“Maybe it’d be be best you’d lea-”
“What do I have to do to make this right?” she whirled around.
“I don’t know.” Harry sighed.
“There has to be something, Harry.”
“You destroyed us.” he smiled sadly.
“I don’t think you can do anything.”
“You can’t stop loving your soulmate, that’s not possible.” she shook her head.
Harry stared at her. She started to walk over to him, cupping his face in her hands.
“I still feel you. I still have that feeling in my chest.”
Harry had to admit that her touch did something to him.
“Just tell me what to do.” she begged.
He hesitated for a moment. The thoughts in his mind swirling around.
“We’ll go to your place. And I’ll wait with you until he comes home. You tell him.”
She nodded her head furiously.
“Anything.”
“But I can’t promise you that that’ll make everything okay again.”
She smiled sadly but nodded.
She gazed into his eyes for a few more moments, before she leaned in to kiss him. But Harry whipped his head to the side so she could only reach his cheek. She closed her eyes with frustration, but pressed her lips against his skin harder.
“I brought breakfast. Maybe we could eat that before we go?” she asked him, somewhat nervous because she was sure that she couldn’t take another rejection.
“‘Course.” he agreed.

To say that breakfast was awkward would be an understatement. It was literally horrible. They sat across from each other, none of them knowing what to say or what to do.
When her phone dinged with a message she felt Harry tense up. Of course he knew who it was from.
“What does he say?” he asked with fake nonchalance, it may sound cruel but Y/N was glad that he reacted like that.
“He’s leaving work early. He’s home in an hour.” she told him, leaving out the 'I love you.’ he ended the message with.
“Then we’ll have to go.” Harry said and got up from his seat.
“Yeah.”

Once they arrived Y/N was shaking with nerves. Nothing was safe now. What would Matthew do when she told him? Hit Harry? Yell at her? Insult her?
And what would Harry do afterwards? Leave and never come back? Realize that he still didn’t feel anything?
She was scared. So incredibly scared.
When Matthew arrived it was like time stood still. He closed the door behind him and stared at Harry and Y/N, how he sat at the kitchen table with a frown and how she whirled around from where she was leaning against the kitchen counter.
“Um… hi?” Matthew said, confusion clear in his voice.
“Hi.” Y/N breathed.
“Who’s that?” he asked, referring to Harry.
“That’s Harry.”
They nodded at each other briefly as a way of greeting.
“My soulmate.”
Matthews eyes snapped to Y/N’s and lips parted with shock.
“Oh?”
“Yeah.” she nodded.
“Well… it was about time, eh?” Matthew started to smile, a genuine one.
Y/N stared at him dumbfounded, like she couldn’t believe her ears.
“It’s nice to meet you.” Matthew said and walked over to Harry, outstretching his hand for him to shake.
“Nice to meet you too, mate.” Harry grinned softly and grabbed his hand.
“Probably not that nice, hm?” Matthew looked at him sympathetically.
“What do you mean?” Harry asked.
“I mean… My significant other has a boyfriend too and it rips my heart out. Probably the same for you.”
Harry nodded softly, his eyes catching Y/N’s who looked at both of them with wonder.
“So you two met today?”
“Um, no.” Harry replied.
“No?” Matthew asked and looked to Y/N.
“We… we met yesterday.” she answered.
“Oh.”
It was quiet for a moment, everyone seemingly lost in their own thoughts until Matthew realized that if they met yesterday…
“Wait. Yesterday?”
Y/N and Harry both nodded.
“But… but we had…”
“Yep.” Harry nodded, popping the 'p’.
“Oh goodness.” Matthews’s eyes widened.
“I’m so sorry, mate. I didn’t know.”
“It’s not your fault.” Harry stared directly at Y/N.
She closed her eyes and looked away.
“Um… I guess I’ll better leave now, yeah? I think you two have a lot to talk about. I’m going to get my stuff the next few days.”
“Okay.” Y/N whispered.
“I really am sorry, mate.” Matthew told Harry, patting his shoulder once.
“Take care of her, yeah?”
Harry nodded with a tight lipped smile.
And seconds later the door closed behind Matthew.
Harry got up from his seat, the chair creating an uncomfortable sound against the floor.
He stood in front of Y/N with his arms crossed, starring her down.
“I-I didn’t know he would react like that.” she stuttered.
“What did you think would happen, hm? That he would yell at you? For meeting your soulmate?”
Y/N stayed silent because she knew whatever she would say it wouldn’t help her.
“You’re really not making this easy on me, you know? I don’t know what I’m supposed to so with all this.” he spoke, his voice gentle now.

He sighed when he saw her starring at the ground, her bottom lip wobbling. He took a step forward, his hands touching her upper arm softly.
“I want to love you. I want to love you with every fiber of my being and start a happy life with you. But I don’t know if I can do that.”
“Can we at least try?” she whimpered.
“Love…”
“Please. We can take it slow, as slow as you want. I’d do everything to make you forgive me. Please.” she begged.
“I need time, okay? Time to think.”
She closed her eyes briefly, the thought of not seeing him for some time too much.
“Anything you want.” she agreed nonetheless.
Harry nodded and smiled softly at her before he leaned down. Y/N gasped, thinking he’d kiss her but his kiss only landed on her cheek.
And seconds later her front door fell shut.



The first day she didn’t see him wasn’t easy for her but she handled it.
It wasn’t any easier for him either but he pushed through it.
The second day was much worse, her chest felt like it was tightening in on her and her body was shaking the whole day.
Harry felt like he couldn’t breath, his lungs struggling and his headache getting worse with every minute.
The third day was the worst, Y/N was feeling dizzy and weak. Her body not being able to move a lot before her limps gave out.
Harry felt hot all over but cold at the same time. He wasn’t able to eat or do anything really because he was sure he would faint.
But he had to do something.
One thing.
He drove over to her place even though he was shaking so much he couldn’t even hold the stirring wheel still.
He knocked against the door and gasped when she opened immediately. She looked even worse than he imagined. She was still breathtakingly beautiful but she looked in pain. So much pain.
“Oh, my love.” he whimpered and closed the little gap between them, wrapping her in a bone crashing hug.
She slung her arms around his neck and breathed him in, finally feeling like she was able to survive again.
He pulled away from her a bit, only so much to close the door behind him and look at her.
“I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry for what I did to you. Of course, I love you. God, I don’t even know how I could think that I don’t. I think I just pushed that feeling away because I was so heartbroken and hurt and mad and… I’m so sorry.” Harry spoke, taking forever to get the words out.
“You have nothing to be sorry for, you hear me?” she cupped his cheeks.
“But-”
“No. You did absolutely nothing wrong. The only person who needs to apologize is me. What I did was the worst thing I could have ever done to you. I hurt you so much and I don’t think I can ever make that up to you. But I want you to know that I love you. I love you with everything I have and that won’t ever change.”
“I love you too.” Harry whispered.
Y/N smiled at him and stroked over his cheek with the back of her hand.
Harry gazed deeply into her eyes for a few more moments before he leaned in and connected their lips in a soft and loving kiss. Fireworks erupted behind their eyelids, butterflies in their tummies coming to life and their heartbeats speeding up.
“Show me. Show me how much you love me.” Harry whimpered when they parted again.
“Harry.” Y/N gasped.
“Please.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. Just… not here.” he mumbled, his cheeks turning pink.
Y/N understood and nodded, threading her fingers through his.
“Then let’s go to your place.”


They bursted through the door once they arrived, kissing passionately and not parting for a single second. Harry led her through his apartment, claiming her mouth with his and stopping every few moments to pull her tight against his body and feel her closer.
Once they reached Harry’s bedroom he didn’t know what to do anymore. He never did this before and he was nervous, he didn’t want to mess up.
But Y/N made him feel safe with her. She was gentle with him and loving. She kissed over his chest once she removed his shirt, making him feel warm inside. She guided him to do the same and once he threw her shirt to the floor he did, kissing over every inch of her soft skin.

She helped him open her bra, letting the straps fall from her shoulders and throwing the thing across the room, as far away as possible. Harry pressed her chest against his with his hands on her back, moaning softly when her skin came in contact with his.
Y/N’s hand wandered lower after a bit of time, palming him over the fabric of his tight jeans before squeezing briefly and causing another moan to fall from his swollen lips.
She opened the button of his jeans when he seemed okay with it, pulling the zipper down right after. Harry wiggled the tight fabric from his legs, throwing it behind himself before he began kissing her body again, over her bare breasts to her tummy and to the waistline of her jeans. He opened them slowly and pulled them down, gasping softly when his fingers brushed against her soft legs.
Y/N guided his face to hers, covering his mouth with hers and making him press against her, the bulge in his boxers rubbing against her panty covered crotch.
She let her hand wander into his boxers, moaning when she felt how hard and warm he was. And how thick.
She couldn’t take it anymore then, needing to see him. She pulled his boxers down, freeing him and watching how his cock slapped against his stomach with how hard he was. He was so incredibly big, the bulbous head of him leaking precum and smearing it on his skin.
She touched him, letting her index finger run over the very prominent vein on the underside of him and watching how he twitched at the contact.
Harry stared at her, how she seemed so fascinated by him. He groaned when she took him in her hand, not able to wrap her whole hand around him because he was just so goddamn big. She moved her hand up, twisting it once she reached his tip and stroking down again. Harry’s mouth was opened in a silent moan, his eyes rolling back when her thumb stroked over his slit and gathered his precum.
She stopped then, knowing that if she kept going this would be over before it even started. Harry looked down at her with glassy eyes, already looking absolutely fucked out. He hooked his thumbs into her panties and pulled them down her legs, gasping once he saw her completely naked.
She spread her legs for him, letting him crawl in between them. He stared at her. Her pussy was pink and glistening with her arousal, some of it dripping from her. Her stroked his middle finger in between her lips, gathering some of her wetness and licking it off with his tongue. She tasted amazing. He spread her lips apart with two fingers and pressed a kiss against her, grinning when she moaned for him.
Even though he never did this before he let his feeling guide him and it seemed he did good by the way she got even wetter and moaned underneath his mouth. But she pulled him away once she was close to reaching her peak, pulling him up by his hair and looking at him with wide eyes.
He crawled up her body, hovering over her before leaning down and pressing a kiss to her lips, making her taste herself on him.
“You’re so good, Harry.” she whimpered once they parted, wonder evident in her voice.
He grinned at her, before kissing her again and reveling in the way she reacted to it, her back arching and a quiet moan vibrating against his lips.
“I-I don’t have a condom.” he suddenly realized, his eyes widening.
“I don’t either.” she sighed and Harry already closed his eyes in frustration, his head dropping to her chest in defeat.
“But I’m on the pill and clean, I promise.” she told him, making him lift his face to look at her.
“I’m clean too but… is that really safe? I mean-”
“It is. Just pull out.” she told him and Harry nodded.
“Are you sure?” he asked her one more time.

“100 percent.” she answered in an instant.
Harry took ahold of him and lined him up with her entrance, rubbing his tip over her slit a few times to gather her wetness before he slipped it inside, watching with wonder how her eyes rolled back in pleasure. He pushed in then, slowly but forcefully until he was completely inside of her, his balls pressed against her ass.
She pulled him even deeper with her heels digging into the small of his back, making him hover over her.
“You’re so big.” she whimpered, moaning when he thrusted the tiniest bit.
“And you’re so goddamn tight.” he told her and began to pull out slowly until only the tip of him was inside her before thrusting back in to the hilt and making her scream in pure pleasure.
Harry took it slow and made sure she was able to feel every inch of him inside of her, filling her up. He loved the feel of her warm and slick walls around him, how they clamped down on him once she got close and got even tighter.
He rubbed her clit then, making sure to make her cum as hard as possible. With his hips snapping against hers, his relentless circles against her bundle of nerves and his encouragements to let go she came. And she came hard. She trashed around, moaning into the air, her eyes rolling back and her pussy squeezing Harry’s cock. He followed soon after, pulling out in the last second, pumping his cock in his fist and groaning loudly when cum spurted from his tip and landen on Y/N’s body, painting her tummy with thick and hot streaks.
Once he milked himself for everything he got Y/N dipped her fingers into his cum and licked it off, cleaning her whole tummy like that while Harry watched with wide eyes.
“Goddamn.” he whispered what made her giggle.

He pressed a kiss to her lips before he dropped to the mattress beside her, his mind not seeming to comprehend what just happened.
“Where the hell did you learn to fuck like that?” she asked him after a moment, making him choke on air.
“I haven’t- I mean I told you I never did this before.”
“Then you’re a natural.” she stated.
He didn’t say anything, the blush creeping up his neck towards his cheeks.
“Seriously.” she said and turned onto her stomach to look at him.
“That was the best sex I ever had.” she told him and stroked his flushed cheek.
“Wasn’t exactly making love, eh?” he giggled after a moment.
“No. Not really.” she grinned back and leaned down to press her lips against his.
“We’ll do that during round two.”
And just like that everything was how it was supposed to be.

Fuel to Fire (intro)

Stucky x reader

Notes: fluff, tattooing, some angst, smut (m/m and m/m/f) 

Summary: Living their dream, Bucky and Steve run their tattoo shop ‘American Ink’ together, happily married for several years and business is going well. When a girl walks into their shop and inevitably into their lives right after they’ve received some exciting news, they have no idea how their lives are about to change with some harmless but straight-forward flirting. 

A/N: This is the introduction to the tattoo-shop AU, a Stucky x reader story that could be compared to my earlier series: Savages. I have no idea where this is going or how long it’s gonna be. I’m just gonna see where it takes me. 

“Buck-.. you think we’re gettin’ boring?” Steve muses, his arms behind his head, relaxing against his pillow as he stares up at the ceiling.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ, Steve” Bucky groans, popping up somewhere below Steve’s belt, pushing his hair away from his eyes. “m’Tryin’ to suck your dick here, you mind?”

“I don’t, actually” Steve grins. “I was just thinkin’”

“Yeah. I know” Bucky shuts him up, pinching his husband’s side, earning a yelp in turn. “Stop it and let me suck your pretty cock”

“Baby, c’mon, hold on a minute, okay?” Steve pleads, putting on his best pouting face and big blue eyes.

Bucky groans, rolls off his husband, “Okay, okay. Stop with the eyes already. What’s on your mind?”

Keep reading

For @convallariini, who bribed me with emoji coffee from halfway around the world.

The war room is quiet. Sam’s turned in for the night, but Dean and Cas are still awake, sharing the silence over a few beers.

Well, Dean’s doing the drinking. Cas is just sitting, his hands folded in his lap, but he seems content.

“What was it like?”

Cas looks over, brow furrowed in question. “What?”

Dean inclines his head, and Cas follows his gaze up to the clock high on the wall. It’s just turned past midnight. “I mean, we’re going on nine years now, and you’ve never talked about it. So, getting me out – what was it like?”

Cas looks at him a moment before shrugging. “It was a mission.”

“Yeah,” Dean says. “And?”

“It was extremely violent.”

“Go figure.”

Cas throws him a look. “We fought. Demons mostly, but other things too. I don’t know for how long; time in Hell is more… abstract than it is here.”

“Yeah, I remember,” Dean says. They lapse back into silence, Cas’ face now turned thoughtful. Eventually, Dean speaks up again. “Why you?”

“My garrison was the best equipped. We had the requisite military experience.”

“No, not your garrison.” Dean shakes his head. “Why you?”

Cas shrugs again. “I got there first.”

Dean huffs a disbelieving laugh. “What, just random chance? That’s it?”

“That’s not enough?”

That pulls Dean up short for a moment. “I don’t know, I guess just… after everything, everything that’s happened since, I figured there would’ve been more to it. Some cosmic plan or something.”

Cas tilts up the corner of his mouth. “When have we ever been ones for cosmic plans?”

“Alright, good point.” Dean chuckles slightly. “Just with you and me… it’s hard to chalk us up to random chance.”

Cas turns to look at him fully, his chair squeaking loudly in the quiet room. “I don’t. I think of it as free will.”

Dean nods, a slow smile inching across his face. “Free will. Yeah, alright, I can get behind that.”

Cas smiles back, his eyes soft. Dean holds his gaze a long moment, then he stands and moves over, his knees bumping into Cas’ chair. Then he leans down and kisses him gently. Cas smiles into the kiss, then reaches up to trace his fingers along Dean’s jaw.

Dean pulls away. “Thanks for saving me, Cas.”

“Yeah,” Cas says, locking their eyes. “You too.”

he’s worth the risk time and time again
because with his hand burning into my skin, I have hope once more


and the blood that stains him doesn’t take away his goodness
and the stars that betray him don’t mean I forsake my devotion 


“why are you always trying to save him” asks my head
“because he’s worth saving” whispers my heart


and my mouth can never quite get out the words
of just how much he means to me, just how much I love him

—  Unfinished Stories #617 by Abby S
She's Not You | TOM HOLLAND X READER

Description: In which the reader, in an effort to get over her crush on Tom, decides to set him up but for some reason none of the girls ever get a second date. Tom’s problem is that the one girl he wants to go out with seems to be hell bent on setting him up with someone else.

Author’s Note: I’m back hoes what’s good? I’m pretty proud of how this turned out and I hope you liked reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Inspiration for this fic came from something I read a while ago and last night it popped into my mind for some reason so yea now there’s this. Anyway, let me know what you think!

Word Count: 2219

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“So?” I prodded Tom, dragging out the o’s as long as possible. We were in his dressing closet after a long day of filming as he took out his regular clothes at a snail’s pace. You’d think since he’s somewhat of an athlete he’s be a quick changer but unfortunately that wasn’t the case.

Tom took out a pair of jeans and threw them on a nearby chair. “So what?” he asked not looking at me.

I threw my head back with a groan, he knew exactly what I was going to ask him. It was the same question I always asked him every time I set him up with a new girl. Each week I’d find a girl who would go on a date with Tom, which wasn’t that much of a challenge, and each week he’d take the girl to dinner.

The only problem was that none of these girls ever got a second date. Not a single one and for the life of me I couldn’t figure out why.  I like to think I know Tom pretty well so I’m always surprised when the girls I think he’ll really like never get a second date.

“How was your date with Quinn?” I asked, eager to hear what he thought of her. This is the same question I’d ask every week with another girl’s name. I was hoping that Tom would say he liked her and that he would be taking her out again but-

“It was fine,” Tom answered pulling out a t shirt and shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly.

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