Hiii!! first of all, CONGRATULATIONS!! girl you definitly deserve!!! I wondered if you could do a little blurb of Tom giving a massage to reader🤭🤭🤭
hiiii ! tysm, i still don't believe it and it won't stop to up more and more! and ofc i'm gonna write this little blurb ! It's short, it's a blurb, it's fluff ! here you go, i hope you're gonna love it !
painful back, fairy fingers
word count : +450
Lying on your back looking at the ceiling, you tried to breathe deeply by closing your eyes before turning to the side. You’ve caught your biceps to stretch as quietly as possible but nothing in your manoeuvre has changed. Slowly, you sat in the bed, looking next to you to see Tom sleeping there. The handsome bastard was a lucky one and you envied him for finding sleep while you felt that only a steamroller could relieve tension in your muscles. You bent your legs with your toes at the end of the bed before bending to stretch your back, again growling as quietly as possible. You hoped to hear a possible snap of your bones, and feel your muscles relax as you stretch. But nothing, absolutely nothing relieved your pain.
A movement beside you and a rustle to draw your attention. Tom gets up slightly wiping the sleep from his eyes.
"What are you doing," he asked you as you were always leaning over your toes.
"I can’t sleep. My back hurts."
Despite his tired eyes, Tom raised an eyebrow before smiling slightly.
"Lie on your stomach, baby."
"What?!"
You weren’t sure you understood. How would that help you? Seriously, you tried and even dreamed that Tessa wouldn’t lay all her weight on you, but it never happened. Tom simply repeated his request and you complied.
It only took a few seconds for you to feel Tom on your butt and his hands slipping on your skin, raising the thin layer of your top. His thumbs roll from your lower back to your shoulder blades in a strong but extremely gentle pressure at the same time. A feeling of happiness that made you moan with both pain and relief.
Your boyfriend could feel the tension in your muscles, the build-up of stress at work, but also the social pressure you were continually under as his girlfriend. He continued to massage your skin, kneading your shoulders as if you were just a ball of bread dough. You even felt his knuckles squeeze under your shoulder blades until you felt the skin of his hands. The force he applied was perfect.
"oh" you let escape so much happiness and surprise to feel a muscle rolling under his fingers you blossomed
"oh?"
"Don’t stop. Don’t stop, you have fairy fingers, Thomas."
A little laugh escaped from his throat, a playful laugh, tired but tender. He could have so much added a salacious remark to your comment but Tom almost relished seeing you so relaxed under his fingers. He continued again and again until he noticed the light snoring emitted by you. Tom leaned over to give you a kiss in the middle of your back, happy to have been able to help you sleep.
"Good night, darling."
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As Time Goes By
Word Count: 988
Warnings: angst, bit of cursing, main character death
For: @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior #500followers
Square Filled: @anyfandomdarkbingo -free space
Prompt: from Juno in Bold and episode 15.20 Carry On
Sam knew it was time to move on.
After notifying the relevant people in their..in his life about Dean, his sense of it moving had been lost, unable to leave the place had that’d been their haven, a semblance of home to his brother.
The Bunker, in that horrific instant, reverted back to a decaying tomb and Sam began to resemble the ghosts they used to lay to rest, drifting aimlessly, slowly becoming one of the echoes that resided in its concrete and steel body.
On a inconsolable day came a call for help and Sam could hear Dean reminding him he still had a purpose.
Saving People, Hunting Things, The Family Business.
Hovering in number elevens doorway, Sam hesitated as always to enter the concrete and brick room decorated with Dean's minimalistic accoutrements scattered upon outmoded furnishings, tangible reminders that his brother's life should’ve consisted of more than this.
Miracle jumped up on the storage bench laying down staring at the unmade bed where special hugs were once given freely.
Having finished packing up all what Dean had originally brought, he rummaged through the desks drawers found one with a false bottom opens it surprised to find an old spiral notebook that’d been his from high school.
Running his hand over the cracked cover lifts it and saw Dean's distinctive handwriting on the first page.
Hey Sammy,
Since you’re reading this I know I didn’t make it; I know you tried everything possible to find a fix for my heart but I’m so tired I want to just go..
Sam felt the wind knock him remembering a lifetime ago when Dean been electrocuted and the doctors gave him only a month and he refused to give up on finding a cure.
Randomly flipping through pages Sam finds they always start with the same opening line, going from multiple, quick entries on one page in their early years hunting together progressing to the entire page being filled with only one.
Hey Sammy,
Since you’re reading this, I know I didn’t make it; that djinn got me before..
Hey Sammy,
Since you’re reading this I know I didn’t make it; that demon contract expired and the hellhounds came for me..
Hey Sammy,
Since you’re reading this I know I didn’t make it; either Lilith finished the job or those dicks got me..
Hey Sammy,
Since you’re reading this I know I didn’t make it; hoping like hell after you jumped you found a way outta the cage..
Hey Sammy,
Since you’re reading this I know I didn’t make it; I didn’t want to leave not knowing if you’d ever wake up but Bobby and I had to go and stop Cas from opening the door to Purgatory..
Hey Sammy,
Since you’re reading this I know I didn’t make it; and I took Dick with me..
Hey Sammy,
Since you’re reading this I know I didn’t make it; survived Purgatory to come back and save your stubborn ass during the trials..
Hey Sammy,
Since you’re reading this I know I didn’t make it; fucking Crowley tricking me into taking on the Mark of Cain..
Hey Sammy,
Since you’re reading this I know I didn’t make it; you cured me from being a demon but the mark, I couldn’t do it anymore and I’m so, so sorry for what I’m about to do to you..
Hey Sammy,
Since you’re reading this I know I didn’t make it; you pulled my ass outta the fire again and unleashed the Darkness, now it’s my turn to save all of us from Amara..
Hey Sammy,
Since you’re reading this I know I didn’t make it; we got mom back and thought we’d finally get to be a family..
Hey Sammy,
Since you’re reading this I know I didn’t make it; going back to the other world to save mom and Jack, so worth it..
Hey Sammy,
Since you’re reading this I know I didn’t make it; saying yes to the otherworld Michael is one of the dumbassest moves I’ve ever done but I’ll always do anything to save you..
Hey Sammy,
Since you’re reading this I know I didn’t make it; Chuck got one of his endings and you're gonna have to do what you’ve gotta get through it, don’t spend your life mourning cause we both know that always led us to do stupid things. You’ve always been the strong one Sammy, even when we were kids. I want you to find your apple pie life; finish college, marry some sweet, obscenely young sorority girl you’ll need viagra to keep up with and have too many kids, grow old, fat and be obnoxiously happy.
Hey Sammy,
Since you’re reading this I know I didn’t make it; this is the last entry I’ll ever make since Jack’s taking over has changed everything.
I was gonna leave you with some of my awesome insights but instead gonna give you some sage advice I learned from another.
In my opinion, the best thing you can do is find someone who loves you for exactly what you are. Good mood, bad mood, ugly, pretty, handsome, what have you.
See you later baby brother.
Sam huffed, leave it to Dean, saying his final fair-well by quoting a chick flick felt an internal shifting; as if a piece of his fissured self was filled like the ancient technique of Kintsugi: broken pieces of pottery put back together with gold but instead it was his brother's words doing the binding.
Impulsively grabbing one of Dean's old band tees Sam wrapped the aged notebook and carefully placed it in the canvas duffle looks around the room one again.
Whatever is left will be a lasting testament to the man his brother was during their tenure as Men of Letters legacies picked up the bag and with Miracle following walked over turning off the bedroom light and shuts the door one last time.
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That‘s Me
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Moin und was geht ab.?😁🤘
Mein Name ist Kohner, bin 26 Jahre alt und bin neu auf Tumblr. Ich möchte meine Gedanken und Erfahrungen gern außerhalb von andere Social Medias mit euch teilen.
Habe 2 Jahre Twitch gemacht(1000Follower) und ein Gaming Insta Account.(500Follower). Habe beiden vor einiger Zeit gelöscht und möchte mich mit neuen Leuten verknüpfen und über Themen reden.😁
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Ich zocke alles, von Nintendo zu PS,PC und XBox ist alles dabei.
Bin Horror und Serien Junkie und offen für alles was Spaß macht.
Vielleicht kann man hier eine kleine Community aufbauen und sich gegenseitig Unterstützen und Erfahrung und Gedanken austauschen.🔥😁
Euer Kohner❤️
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