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#bc when i rolled in in flannel he seemed to think i was like. a rebellious teen or smth
onsunnyside · 2 years
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college football player!Ari and cheerleader!reader can have so many hurt/comfort tropes alongside the shmut, in this essay i-
ok but for realsies, injuries!! reader could get dropped during a halftime routine 🥺 ari getting asked out by sorority girls right in front of her 😖 quiet moments where everything's overwhelming but they try to comfort each other even though they get on each other's nerves for days
oh yes !! (drabble below)
your arrangement was exclusive to an extent. both of you were too proud to admit your feelings, which led to some jealous fits (on his part) and tantrums (on your part). you're constantly chased by some lovesick people, and he just has to sit back and watch, and you have to do the same too, especially when he's asked out by the sorority girls.
ari notices the littlest things: aka you limping off the field, trying to hide it with your loud cheers and gleaming smile. since there's a game going on, he can't just drop everything to see if you're alright, but he does keep his eye on you for the rest of the night. he even asks the water boy, jake to get you something to drink.
and after the game when you bring up his act of kindness, well, he just rolls his eyes bc "I'm just saving you the embarrassment and myself from the distraction—even though everyone already knows you can barely take care of yourself, miss spoiled little princess."
he says that as if you didn't grow up the same.
(bc i love frat!ari) he's in a fraternity on campus and lives with the rest of his frat bros while you’re at home with your parents in one of those rich and fancy neighbourhoods. oh, and his family lives next door to you, so you see him over the weekend and holidays, and when he invites his friends for winter/spring break.
it's even worse bc your parents are friends with his, and they constantly have barbecues and brunch, those days you just have to grit your teeth and pretend to tolerate their son, the disgustingly hot, selfish and irritating football captain.
being neighbours leads to several midnight talks, with his window right across from yours, you can see him doing homework at his desk or lying on his bed. perhaps it's because you've known each other for years, but he can read you like an open book.
"Are they fighting again?" He asks, referencing your visiting grandparents downstairs, stirring up arguments with your parents. It was the same every visit, and this winter break wasn't any different.
"Is it that loud?"
"Well, you're in your sulking t-shirt and fuzzy socks." He leans over the railing, the midnight breeze flowing through his balcony doors. "The last time you wore that, you and Andy broke up."
You cross your arms, "We were never together."
"Right, you were just going on dates and fucking in his car."
"And his family's boat." You wince as a loud slam echoes downstairs, followed by several other incoherent shouts. Embarrassment floods your body, all families fight, but you just hated Ari being a witness to your dysfunctionality. Who knows if he’d stoop that low and use it against you?
You've always held your own, and this stupid fratboy isn't an exception.
"No yacht or fancy summer lodge? You're downgrading, princess."
You stare at him for a moment, a wicked smile crawling onto your lips. "You know that one night after you won the home game, and you guys threw a party?"
"And I made you come seven times."
"Yeah, he broke that record."
Ari's smirk falls, a deep furrow settling between his brows. "That prim and proper asshole made you come even once?"
"He did, eight times to be exact. And I couldn't even walk, I had to stay in his big, comfy bed until the afternoon the next day."
"You think being a liar is gonna make me jealous?"
“I’m not lying, but you do seem awfully jealous.”
He clenches his jaw, his unbuttoned flannel flutters open, exposing his hairy, muscular chest. "We’re going for a drive."
“Excuse me?”
"It's either a drive or I hop in through your window again." He leans closer, his voice deep. “Or, you come over and I keep you until your horrid grandparents leave. Your choice, princess.”
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rainymoodlet · 11 months
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ykw? i'm going to cheat bc i need that delicious content,👃 💞 for Dan pls
ayyy ella, bless you for these!! that second question is one i actually wanted to cover hehe~ 💛
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👃 does your oc smell good? do they have a signature scent?
oh, daniel smells amazing. apart from the oils he uses in his beard and mustache, he seems to carry a natural scent of warm mahogany, burnt tobacco, wood fires, and appaloosa plains dirt. he smells like an old and homey barn, abandoned for years but still full of hay and sweet memories. he smells like the rich burn of a cigar in a smoky saloon, very earthy and dark. there's a little spritz of cologne here and there, a faint scent of sandalwood, flannel if you sus it out. he smells like something you want to bury your face in and never leave.
no i am not thirsty for my own damn sim nO I'M NO--
💞 do they treat sex casually or do they view it as something with a lot of emotional weight?
a BRILLIANT question, and it will definitely pertain to the challenge! daniel is not a very sexual guy (hence his fluster at being turned on by rune while very, very cross-faded) and while he is aware of his natural dominance and the ways in which he's very physical, he actually puts a lot of weight and importance into sex and isn't a very horny person in public. (at least... while not in a relationship ;p) growing up as he did, he would have been absolutely murdered is his father ever learned about his sexuality - so that lead to years and years of denial, compulsive heterosexuality, and a general disdain for his sexual self.
daniel feels very vulnerable during sex, even when he's in a dominant position. (he is a switch!) the aspects of his history with his sexuality come into this, naturally, but there's also the reality that what he likes to do and have done to him is very personal!! he doesn't have one-night stands, he doesn't go out on dates - he lives in a big ranch with his three dogs and his horses man!! this dude is simultaneously uninterested and pent tf up.
but daniel will not have sex with anyone before they have a real, tangible connection. he is loyal and develops deep attachments to the people he's had sex with. and, in the biggest switch-up i can think of in this challenge, he will not be having sex with both of our finalists, either! he is either going to be a wedding night man, or i'll leave it dubious as to who got dan into bed on their final nights! how could he possibly look his finalist in the eye when he's boned their competition??? that's just not how he rolls.
(which also means, my dear friends, that daniel will not be kissing anyone in front of the other contestants. he's going to have a hard time with this once we get up there and our number of sims drop, but he's committed to it! the first kisses we'll ever see will be on solo dates alone~)
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Birthday Special
Pairings: Matt Murdock x gn!teen!reader
Imagine: it’s your birthday and Matt is the only one who knows how you really want to celebrate your birthday
Warnings: none as far as I know
A/N so like I said on my previous post it’s my birthday today, I’m turning 17 and with that I though why not write a fanfic with how I like to spend my anxious introverted selfs birthday, so here’s a fanfic anyway with me y/n and Matt celebrating my y/n’s birthday, bc I want people to know that it’s okay to not want to have a big celebration on their birthday, (which my friends doesn’t seem tog get most of the time)
Obviously some of this is fictional as it is in a world with Matt Murdock, damn I wish he wasn’t fictional
Oh and sorry but I didn’t proofread this one so sorry if there’s mistake somewhere, my first language isn’t English
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Waking up was like any other day. Well it was your birthday but you didn’t really think much of it. Just getting one year older is all. Nothing special.
You weren’t like all those other people on Instagram and other social media. You didn’t post about your birthday and about being out with all your friends. No, you usually stayed home and chilled. Eating your birthday cake as breakfast. Afterwards you just watch some of your favorite shows and movies. Drawing and painting some. Maybe reading some. Not doing much really. You were just living your best life doing things you enjoy.
But this time you weren’t sure if something would change. You had just started to live with Matt Murdock. He took you in at the beginning of this year when he found out about your late night vigilante activities. You had moved to Hell’s Kitchen to go to an art school that was located there.
You know for sure it would be weird without your parents and family there, but Matt had become a new family member to you. Even though you would miss your family you were sure your day would be great anyway.
So opening your eyes you reached over to the nightstand with your hand and tried to locate where your phone was. It was still dark in the room as none of the lights were on yet. A moment later you had your phone gripped tightly in your hand as you turned it on. The light makes your eyes squint at the screen. It was already the middle of the day, you had slept in as usual on your birthday. As always you had loads of birthday wishes, some of them you didn’t even know who they were. But most of them were family members.
Smiling you texted them a “thank you” and a “love you too” with a heart emoji
After a while you were still laying in bed scrolling through some TikToks, and whatever else you found yourself scrolling through. You were thankful Matt hadn't called Foggy and Karen and made a big deal of your birthday by walking into your room with a cake and singing or something like that. It was quite nice that he had let you be on your own so far.
Though eventually you dragged yourself up off the bed. Going to the drawer, picking out some of your favorite clothes. You put on your sweater shorts and put your phone in your pocket. Then you put on a flannel shirt without bothering to button up the shirt and rolling up the arms (if you are a girl like me you have a sports bra on or something like that).
You went out of your room. Rubbing your eyes to get adjusted to the light outside of your room. After a while of just standing in the middle of the room adjusting your tired eyes to the light, you walked to the fridge. Opening it you found a cake, your favorite cake might you add, which was exactly what you took out. Cutting a slice and putting it on a plate, you took a spoon (or fork if that’s what you eat cake with) and sat down on the sofa. Matt had gotten a TV when you moved in, so that you could watch all of those series and movies that you liked, you were very grateful over that. Putting on one of your favorite series you relaxed into the couch and started eating your cake.
After a while you realized you hadn’t seen or even heard Matt anywhere in the apartment so you guessed he was at the office doing some preparation for one of his and Foggy’s cases.
Except the real reason Matt wasn’t at home was because Foggy and Karen had the idea of throwing a surprise party for you with just them. But he needed to convince the two of them that it was not what you wanted at all. And that you just wanted to stay home doing the things you liked to do the most. So instead Karen and Foggy went home to Matt’s and yours apartment and went to say hi and Happy Birthday to you, and give you a present from each of them. You thanked them and gave them a hug before they left.
Matt was in the store by the time buying you a new set of paints as the ones you ahd were nearly empty. Especially the blue, white and red ones. It seemed like you used those colors the most. Well he didn’t know for sure, as he couldn’t see, but he knew that you complained a lot about the blue, red and white paint tubes always being empty. So he asked one of the store workers for help.
That’s how Matt came home with a bag filled with art supplies, and a new stuffed teddy bear, as your latest obsession was to name stuffed animals after your favorite fictional characters. You had made quite the collection of teddy bears and other stuffed animals by now. He even bought a balloon for you.
But when he got home you were sleeping once more. This time on the couch. Your blanket over you. In his way of seeing it seemed like you were quite comfy in your little pillow and blanket fortress on the couch. Instead of waking you he ordered food from your fave restaurant and sat on the empty space beside you, as he relaxed to the thought of you sleeping in peace without danger nearby.
Eventually you woke up to the door ringing. Smelling your favorite food you went to the door. Grabbing Matt’s wallet on the way. You opened the door and paid before you went to the kitchen and put everything down on the counter. Smiling, you saw Matt sitting on the couch, balloon in hand and surprisingly a wrapped present on the table in front of him. He smiled an adorable smile your way as he let go of the balloon, which read your name and your age on. He had probably went to Foggy for that one, probably how the present got wrapped in too.
You couldn’t help but smile wider at that. You brought the food over and went back again to the fridge and brought the cake towards the table too. You sat beside Matt once more and he wrapped one of his arms around you.
“How was your day?” it was Matt’s voice that rang out while the two of you ate the food in front of you. “It was good, watched some episodes of supernatural, watched some Star Wars movies while sketching some characters, it was really good, I’m glad none of you guys made my birthday into a big deal like throwing a party or something” you paused eating some of your food before continuing. “Which I wonder about really, I mean I’m sure Foggy and Karen would have thrown a birthday party or something, but they didn’t” Matt smiled at that. A chuckle escaped his lips as he answered “well they were going to, but I told them not to, I knew you wouldn’t of liked it”
Eating the rest of your food you went over to the kitchen and took out two plates and two spoons. Slicing up two pieces of cake when you come back to the table and the couch. You sat down giving one of the plates and spoons to Matt while taking the other one. Cuddling closer to him while you did that. You sat in silence for a while until you finally asked the questions that had been on your mind.
“How’d you know I wouldn’t like a party?” both of you were done with the cakes now. You were as close cuddled up to Matt as you could be, relaxing to the peaceful silence and his breathing. Matt adjusted himself and changed your position so that you were now cuddled up on top of him. His heartbeat relaxing you. He smiled while he said his next words “living with you have made me realize that you don’t like to be in public, you don’t like parties and celebrating things, you just like to do what makes you happy, and your family might of called and told me'' a laugh escaped you with his last statement. Of course your family did that. They always tried to make sure that you were okay even when they weren’t in the same city as you.
“And as your unofficial older brother I think I should know these things” a laugh escaped the both of you as you cuddled with each other. “Nah I would say that you are my official brother by now” he hugged you tighter this time, kissing you on the forehead.
The rest of the day was spent between the two of you. Two siblings, might not be by blood but sometimes it felt that way. You continued to sketch a few things, and you were really glad for the new paint that Matt got you, and you thanked him loads of times, as the paint you use are kinda expensive.
When night came closer, you started to drift off into Matt’s arms as he carried you to his bed, where the two of you continued to cuddle while you slowly fell asleep. But before you could fall asleep you heard Matt say a “happy birthday” and a “love you mini devil”.
You couldn’t have asked for a better way to spend your birthday. Not when you had your older brother Matt with you.
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vegetable-man · 1 year
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Divine Intervention
FLUFFY WINTER FIC JUST DROPPED. I’m halfway done with finals. Bless the lord. N e wayz, I wrote this bc I think Eddie is so bae. no warnings just love fr. Sending u kithes <3
Divine Intervention
Eddie munson x reader (a slight mention of mechanic Eddie). Same universe as my other mechanic eddie fic.
{*_*}
Indiana was surprisingly cold in the winter. As soon as October came around, a chill would start to crawl down Eddie’s spine and soon enough would leave his back tight and aching. While he never complained, it kept him under the flannel and thick comforter of his bed like a super magnet.
Needless to say, Eddie wouldn’t get up for anybody.
Well, not quite anybody.
Max actually liked living in a small trailer with her mom. Living in that big house with Neil and Billy was far colder in the summers than it was here in the dead of winter. She settled quite nicely in her small bedroom and admired how peaceful her mom kept the place.
There was also another thing Max liked about living in the trailer park: she knew anything and everything about everyone.
You wouldn’t peg her to be much of a nosy girl but in truth, Max was a hardcore people watcher. She enjoyed silently observing her neighbor’s lives and arguments, even noticing small changes in their routines.
Max noticed when Mrs. Wilt got a new senior dog from the shelter. She noticed when the kids down the street started to feed the stray cats.
She also noticed that Eddie had been leaving his trailer much earlier than usual.
Now, being the observer she was, she knew that normally, Eddie was late for everything. He was late to the house parties at Steve’s, he was late to pick up her boyfriend and his friends, he was even late to his own campaigns.
As soon as there was even a thought of snow falling from the impossibly dark morning sky, Eddie was dressed and out of the trailer at 6:30 AM sharp.
The van starting up would wake her up, and Max would blearily look out her window at the trailer across from the window. Eddie would be out there warming up the car, brushing snow off his windshield, and sometimes running frantically back inside to grab something he probably forgot.
With a roll of her eyes, Max would roll back into bed and wait for her mom to wake her up in another half hour for school.
Wayne always kept the news on, especially in the afternoons. He didn’t care for the news, no, but he did care about the weather for the week.
After a small dinner between himself and his boy, Wayne sat his heavy bones down on the couch to watch some TV. Eddie grabbed two beers and a couple of papers, presumably for one of his games that Wayne didn’t quite understand, and set up camp on the small chair that accompanied the couch in their comfortably cluttered living room.
Handing Wayne an opened beer, Eddie sat down in his chair and took a swig from his own bottle, eyes trained on the TV.
“what are they sayin it’s gonna be?” He asked his uncle.
“a couple feet of snow” he groans out, and suddenly he smirks “you better head on to bed, boy”
“Fuuuuuck” Eddie gripped his forehead and leaned forward. With a breath he sat back up, barked out a quick ‘yeah I guess you’re right’  and dragged his feet to the bathroom to wash up before bed.
On the couch, where Eddie couldn’t see him -where no one could see him in fact-, Wayne couldn’t help the smile and sigh that escaped his mouth and entered the very bottle he sipped.
There was nothing that irritated Eddie more than his 6:00 AM alarm on a cold morning.
His body felt warm, his nose felt cold, his brain felt like a brick. And yet, Eddie dragged himself out of bed to put on his usual uniform except with an added twist: the winter coat that you had bought for him last Christmas. While Eddie thought that a bulky coat would destroy his style, it seemed like you had thought of everything, it was a true Wilson leather jacket with all the padding and insulation to get him through the arctic. Eddie knew that wasn’t true, but hell, he’d never see Michigan anytime soon much less the arctic circle. He just knew you didn’t want him to be cold, and he’d do anything for you.
Even get up at the crack of fucking dawn.
When finished his morning routine, Eddie was much more awake than before, but not anymore prepared to face the biting cold of the outside.
Still, he grabbed his keys and headed out to warm up the car and drive off.
As soon as the heat had filled the car, Eddie shifted out of park and slowly drove out of the trailer park through the newly falling snow.
If the roads in Hawkins were bad enough in the summertime, the wintertime felt like a deathtrap. There weren’t enough plows to keep up with the roads that weren’t frequently used such as I don’t know, most of them?
And while Eddie didn’t care for driving in the snow, he knew you were absolutely terrified.
You had your own car, you own routine and places to go, but it all seemed to slow down when there was a dusting of snow or ice on the asphalt. Once, you had called Eddie in a panic because you were stuck at school in a blizzard and couldn’t even get out of the parking lot without sliding.
Eddie laughed, he didn’t mean to, but blizzard was a gross overstatement.
Nevertheless, he drove his ass up to your college campus to save you from the dastardly dangerous terribly scary snow.
Ever since then, Eddie vowed to never let you drive in the snow again.
Back in the van, Eddie navigated the tight and windy roads of Hawkins to your house. Not even fifteen minutes by car, and Eddie knew he would be early like he always was.
Pulling into your driveway, which was quickly building up snow, Eddie saw that the garage was open and the lights were on. He knew enough of your family’s routine to know that both your parents were leaving for work at their usual time. Too fucking early, but their usual time regardless.
With an empty spot in the garage from the recent departure of your father, Eddie pulled into the spot and waved at your mom who was warming up her car herself. She looked over at Eddie and gave him a tired wave and smile, one that said ‘yeah hun she’s still in bed’.
Shutting off his car and tightening his abdomen, Eddie braced for, and eventually threw himself, into the cold air lingering around your garage. It wasn’t a long walk to the door which led into the coatroom, perhaps 10 steps. But these were 10 steps in which Eddie felt his back start to cramp and started walking with a hunch.
Your house was much warmer, though, which made up for the incessant and violating cold.
Taking off his boots and heavy coat, Eddie entered your house and beelined for your bedroom.
If Eddie was frozen before, he was entirely melted by the way you were swallowed by the seven..? He tried to count, blankets on your bed. He heart melted through his chest and in a puddle that made his socks wet with sticky and sweet love.
He could barely see your long and steady breaths from under your blanket and what he could see told him you were utterly out.
With firm steps to your bed, Eddie sat on the edge and dipped the mattress in a way that exposed your face a little further to his sight. Now, he always thought you were cute, even far before he told you for the first time, but Eddie was always hit by it the most when you were sleeping. When you would get a small furrow in your brows and cheeks would squish from the pillow supporting your face.
Cuteness aggression was an intrusive thought that Eddie used all his power to resist.
Compromising with himself, Eddie placed a firm kiss on your temple. Firm, now, meant that the kiss pushed almost your whole head a few inches into the pillow, and exposed your neck for a slight moment from the motion. Eddie used this moment to slip his hand into the crook of your neck and gently rubbed across its length.
A bit startled and groggy from sleep, you furrowed your brows and without opening your eyes, graveled out a small “hello?”
Eddie bit back a laugh and stroked upwards towards your cheek “Good morning sweetheart” and pressed an even deeper kiss to your temple.
With a small sleepy gasp, you moved from your side and onto your back and softly whined out “Eddie? Hi! G’Mornin”.
With that, Eddie laid his torso on top of yours as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, breathing in his hair and soaking in his warmth.
Eddie knew, however, that if you wanted to be on time for your 8:00 AM class, you would need to get up right about now.
“You’ve gotta get up and ready sweetheart” he spoke near your neck.
“No.”
“Come on up now” Eddie used his leverage to lift you into a seated position. Seated in a valley made by the mountains of blankets on your bed, perhaps not up, but maybe more slouched than anything.
Eddie laughed at your messy hair and slightly swollen eyes as you yawned and embraced him again in your new position. This time, with your head on his shoulder and your cheek squished into his collarbone.
“I love you so much” you squeaked out.
“I know honey” he rubbed your back “I love you too” and he kissed your hairline.
Marinating in the love, as Eddie called it, you both sat exchanging small gestures and warmth under the soft glow of your bedside lamp.
A ringing of the phone somewhere down the hallway interrupted you both and sent Eddie slowly pulling away from you padding towards the wall where he picked up the receiver.
Great news.
Eddie grinned as he blinked out the lingering exhaustion from his eyes and called the garage.
“Hey Ray… yeah bud… nah… no yeah that’s perfect I was calling to call out anyway!” Eddie barked out a laugh. They were closing the garage for the blizzard “yeah, It shouldn’t be a hard job anyway… no I’m with my girl… no worries man… stay safe I’ll see ya Monday!”
Eddie always felt a sort of divine intervention around you.
First your college campus closes due to weather, and then his garage takes a day off too.
Perfect, he smiled.
Walking back to your bed, shutting off the hallway and kitchen lights on the way, Eddie opened the door to your room and slipped inside. It was dark besides the lamp which was still on and you, well, you had fallen back under the oppression of your six, eddie finally decided, blankets.
Grabbing a pair of his sweatpants from your drawer, Eddie slipped them on in lieu of his jeans, shut off the lamp, and climbed into bed with you and your squished cheeks.
Eddie maneuvered your half asleep body next to him and caressed the back of your head until you fell back asleep with a newfound warmth next to you.
Eddie was comfortable. It was dark, it was warm, it was heavy, and you were next to him.
Divine intervention, he reminded himself. And then, like young men can’t resist, he fell deeply asleep.
Eddie woke up to two things. Well, three. Eddie woke up to three things.
He woke up to the soft white winter light. A morning snow kind of light beaming from the windows of your room. It was somehow one of the most loving and nostalgic scenes that he could think of. A fresh snow gleam was a sight to warm the heart.
The second thing Eddie woke up to was the heavy dip next to him on your mattress as you re-entered the bed.
The third thing Eddie woke up to was the smell of hot chocolate.
Eddie took a deep breath, rubbed his eyes, and stretched his arms up and out before looking up at you and the mug of hot chocolate you sported.
Your hair was still messy, your glasses were on, and you brushed the hair out of Eddies face as you traced his jaw towards the outer corner of his eye.
Eddie moved his head to slightly bite the meat of your thumb and kiss the palm of your hand.
Groaning and lifting himself to a seated position, he grabbed the mug, tugged you into his side, and thanked divine intervention once again.
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frenziedslashers · 1 year
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sorry if this is a weird request but... Sinclairs (or one of your choice) with an s/o who asks them to cut/clip their nails? bc bitches be depressed, have shaky hands, and just hate the feeling. and whole process. and I'm also really bad at cutting my nails idk why
then comes the right hand and everything's over
As someone who bites there nails and fishes... I forgot fingernail clippers are meant for clipping fingernails and NOT trimming fishing line after tying hooks 😭 Man Lester would laugh at me rn
Lester Sinclair:
Lester would be hella nice about it
"Yeah sure thing sweetie, ya got the clippers?"
He'd take it as bonding time, and even massage your hands afterwards if you have achy hands(like me).
I fully think that he chews on his fingernails, too, but I think he would fuss if he caught you chewwing on your own. Idk, he just gives off those vibes.
He would also take the opportunity to maybe slip in some cuddling or just chatting time with you since he's always working or one of you are always busy with something Bo or Vincent have going on.
Just make sure you take the clippers from him when you're done, cause if not they'll go into his flannel pocket and never be seen again by either of you.
Vincent Sinclair:
He is a little lenient at first. I really do think that he has shaky hands too. All three of my sluptor/painter friends are super shaky so I feel like it's common or maybe there's just something in the water here
He would definitely give it a try though and try and be as careful as possible with you.
If you so much as flinch though he's worrying over you and dropping the clippers. It might take some convincing for him to pick them up too.
He just doesn't wanna hurt you
He's definitely more into the thought of rubbing your shoulders or something. It seems less dangerous, really.
Bo Sinclair:
Eh, it really depends on his mood.
If you ask him on a bad day he might roll his eyes and tell you to bug off and find a way to do it yourself.
If you catch him on a good day he'll comply... After teasing you about it a little.
He may be helpful in this occasion, but he will bug you about it anytime you ask
If he catches you trying to do it yourself in the future though, he'll probably take the clippers from you and do it himself. No use seeing you struggle.
Really, he just likes being able to hold your hand in the process.
Plus, he convinces you to return the favor with an act of service for him
Whether it be some help in the shop, or something else. It truly depends on your boundaries.
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crushofdoves · 1 year
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snippet Sunday!!
thank u to all of my besties for tagging me in this love y'all @greenvlvetcouch, @colgatebluemintygel, @spindrifters & @cr-amber ♥♥♥
it only seems fair that I post 4 snippets, one for each tag :)
next chapter of 'I've got diamonds in my eyes (for you)'
“Why are the elevators out of service again? This is homophobic.” Remus’s voice is strained, muffled behind the cardboard box in his hands - he kicks the apartment door closed with one socked foot and shoves the box on to the kitchen counter. Sirius laughs at Remus from the floor, sprawled out on the hardwood of his living room. Their living room.  Each wall is lined to the ceiling with boxes. The couch is covered in clothes on hangers, draped along the back of it - thick sweaters, worn t-shirts and vintage jeans. Spread all across the apartment - from the two pairs of shoes by the door to extra pillows on the bed - are all the pieces of a newly shared space.
first chapter of foxfire, my self-indulgent Appalachian wolfstar AU
Fog rolls out along the highway like an old friend and Remus’s fingers flex in their grip on the steering wheel. The last time he was in Virginia he hadn’t even been old enough to drive, but he remembers his father cursing every time the fog came in. It settled over the mountain, blurring the trees and blotting out the gravel roads. Not for the first time, Remus wishes he had taken a plane. His sedan doesn’t even have fog lights, but then – he’s never needed them.   His family moved out of Virginia after the accident. It had been inevitable, really. Hope Howell had one foot out of the valley her entire life, and Lyall Lupin would follow her anywhere. They ended up in Pittsburgh, not quite escaping Appalachia afterall, but getting out of the mountains.  Remus remembers waking up in the backseat of his parent’s minivan just as they crossed the West End bridge - the lights of the city like stars in the open sky back home. It all seemed impossibly bright, busy, beautiful. He had fit in easily at school, young enough to morphe his deep southern drawl into something more neutral. Hope found work at a museum in their neighborhood, Lyall taking a position with US Steel. Their old life was a distant memory. There were no woods to get lost in, no trailers tucked on the side of a mountain or deep in a valley.
and there here's a couple snippets from the outline of my hp transfest fic - wolfstar & jegulus in 2005 baby!!!! the first one is sirius telling James that he's trans and talking about how uncomfy his binder is, the second is the whole squad meeting up at the club
* ‘you don’t have to wear that - you can take it off right now, if you wanted. i just finished washing some big shirts that came in yesterday, they’re in the dryer if you want to change’ * ‘ my chest isn’t that big,’ it feels weird to say this out loud to another human person. james flushes a little but sirius continues ‘i think with a big enough shirt and a flannel over it, no one will notice’ * ‘well it’s none of their damn business, if they do’ *sirius doesn’t know if he can talk, so he doesn’t. james says, ‘go ahead and change, i’ll count the till’ *sirius is putting on an oversized flannel when james pops his head in the back room and says, ‘hang on - you could pick any name you wanted and you chose sirius??’ *‘my family likes star names - i wanted to match with regulus.’ james looks sad in that deep, deep way that only happens when sirius mentions his family. they don’t talk about it again that day.
* remus goes in for a hug at the end of lunch and sirius panics bc he isn’t wearing a binder that day and they haven't had That Talk yet and he steps out of remus’s reach, laughs it off * remus looks a little sad and sirius says, ‘sorry, i just - didn’t get a lot of hugs as a kid.’  this is way too much of an explanation and now remus looks concerned and sirius BOLTS, but runs into James * ‘boys - come to the club with me tonight’ * ‘sirius, i am not asking - remus, we’d love for you to join us’ * remus looks at sirius who is rolling his eyes but looks excited and says, ‘sure, yeah - i’ll meet you there’ *the club is called ‘the double crown’ and it’s small, tucked away just on the outskirts of town *when sirius gets there james is standing by the bar with two women - a redhead and a blonde they’re holding hands. sirius feels less out of place. he’s wearing a lace t-shirt that’s cropped just to the hem of his binder, high-waisted black jeans with a silver belt made up of small stars connected all the way around. his hair is up in a messy bun, dangling star earrings, motorcycle boots making him an even 5’10 *remus comes in right after him, looks sirius over *‘cute boots - it’s nice to not have to lean down to get a look at your face’ *sirius flushes all over and james’s eyebrows shoot up *‘sirius, remus - this is lily, and mary! we just met, they’re my best friends’ he points at them when he says their names *lily, the redhead, reaches out to brush her knuckles against sirius’s shoulder, ‘nice to meet you star boy’ she turns to remus ‘and you, tall dark and brooding’
I think all of my mutuals have already been tagged lmao but if any of y'all haven't been, feel free <3
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Excuse me ma'am. We like button ups and under shirts over here okay? Hint of titty and tattoos 😂😂😂 he makes it work for him 🙃
U know what, I’m not sure if the button up/undershirt combo actually looks ok here, or if it’s just being overshadowed by that…interesting pant length 🤔
Look, I’m a huge supporter of the shrunken suit. I mean, personally I think it looks more flattering on a Wes Anderson kind of build, but whatever I still dig the style. In general.
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Uh, but idk, I feel like part of the charm comes from the interplay btwn the seriousness/formality of the suit, and the playfulness of the cut and tailoring. The exciting clash when a no-nonsense fabric like tweed is paired with an absurd amount of ankle cleavage, if u will.
Not to go full roast mode, but something about the styling in that gif is not my cup of tea lmaooo 😭 it could be anything. It could be me having a bad day. It could be me not having a good eye for fashion.
It could even be any of the following:
the yellow/black combo that reminds me of bees.
the pattern of the shirt that isn’t quite gingham, or flannel or plaid, but what seems to be rows of diamonds?
How the sleeves are rolled up in a very neat and unnatural way, like someone tucked them in
The casualness of garments both above and below the waist - there’s no drama, u know? Like if this was top chef, Tom would say, “the textures are too similar, give us a little crunch, a bit of contrast”. The off kilter ankle revealing pants with something a touch more elevated, like blazer, or a cardigan, or turtleneck even
Tbh none of this rly matters tho bc the audience is prob undressing him with their eyes anyway hahaha so like, ignore everything I just said 😂😂😂
Man, I just really need a Kourtney Kardashian to give me this kind of wake up call when I get nit picky about men’s clothing of all things 😫
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So ya. My final verdict is: Great vibe, love the energy. He looks comfortable. He’s not hurting anyone. Live, laugh, love and peace to all on this blessed earth 😌 Namaste 🙏
Lol sorry for this long ass reply… I feel like I came across as rude (not sure to who tho. U? CE? CE’s stylist?) but for real I appreciate u sending this in 💗 I like that u stand behind your choices like a boss. And the more I write the more sarcastic this sounds when my intention is the opposite, so I will stop now. Ty for coming to my Ted talk 🥲
Anyway, here’s Wonderwall
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it’s fun thinking abt when doctors were forcing me to lose weight as quickly as possible and i mentioned to them my concerns abt how weak and dizzy and sick i felt all the time, how they just told me to suck it up, rather than consider that maybe those were symptoms of smth :) 
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hollandcrush · 3 years
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don’t hold back
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college!peter parker x reader
summary: two hormonal students wander into a room during a frat party, what could possibly happen? maybe you discover that under his heart made of pure gold lurks a hidden powerful, dominant side.
word count: 4,685
warnings: alcohol mention, drug mention, but pure pwp smut minors dni (18+) extended warnings below bc i am not trying ruin the innocent :)
a/n: i would like to state that this is much longer than i anticipated.. but anyways, i am just gonna be honest, i have a major size/power kink. so this fic is my ~fucked~ up mind laying it all out for my fellow lil nasties ;) fair warning, this is pure filth. sorry for any mistakes and bad writing. but i hope you enjoy it x and let me know what you think ?!!
taglist || masterlist
extended warnings: thigh riding, body worship, oral (f.rec), dry humping, marking, peter being a boob guy, lil hints of soft!peter, unprotected sex, dirty talk, overstimulation, major power kink, manhandling, size kink, pain kink, praise kink, dom!peter, sadist!peter, squirting, cum play, handjob, body painting/facial, cum eating. think that is it? idk sorry !!
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College was scary for the majority of people. New social circles, new surroundings. It took time for people to adjust. But Peter Parker wasn’t the majority.
The newfound freedom appealed to him. He was used to be a quote on quote loner, a nerd. It was never a desire of his to have big groups of friends or to be popular. He simply liked being by himself. It was fewer people in his life he had to lie to.
In college, people don’t care. They are too busy trying to find their own place in the world. Find their footing on the new terrain. So, they didn’t look twice at the boy who looked way too young to be attending classes. They didn’t care if he dressed in a flannel and sweater. Or if he washed up some morning with an unexplained bruise.
Peter loved that. He could do what he wanted with no one breathing down his back as if he was an adolescent child. No babysitter, just him. And he was happy with just that.
Peter made a few friends in his engineering classes. But their conversations only ever included the advancement or emergence of new technology. He could finally be that independent man he always claimed he was.
It was unusual for him to attend a party, but after the robotics club won their state final, he was persuaded to join the rest in a night of drunkenness. Peter quickly found out his ability to withstand the effects of alcohol was quite the phenomenon. People passing more and more drinks his way, hoping the next would knock him out cold. His superhuman ways always winning the battle.
The boys had ended up in a frat house, partying with people, who on a regular day, would never give them a second glance. Yet tonight, they were the centerpiece. I mean, whatever excuse a frat house can get to host a party, they would take it.
Peter was standing idle in the corner of the living room, fascinated by the people who were rolling blunts shamelessly on the coffee table. His hand was clutched around a red solo cup, the remains of his eighth drink begging to be chugged.
“Hey, you are Parker? Peter Parker?” The call of his sudden name caused him to perk up, wondering who said it.
Your soft eyes met his. A grin plastered across your face as you stalked closer to him. “Sorry, you are in my chemistry class. You taking it as an elective?”
Peter’s body stiffened, not use to female attention, unless they were asking for help with homework. He cleared his throat, swirling the plastic cup in his shaky hands. “Uh, yeah. I like chemistry.” He mentally wanted to punch himself for how nerdy he must’ve sounded.
His uneasiness was settled when he heard you giggle, the sound causing him to blush. “I like you Peter Parker.”
It was a blunt statement, but you were in no mood for beating around the bush. A light buzz gave you all the confidence you needed. His cheeks were now bright red, face burning up. The room closing in on him, becoming claustrophobic. He was becoming more aware, his senses were overstimulated in the current situation. Every noise, every breath, every movement, he felt it.
You could see him becoming uncomfortable, his jaw clenched, eyes squinted. You barely knew that man, but you wanted to help. “Hey, hey.” You whispered, placing a gentle hand on his forearm. “Wanna go somewhere quieter?”
He nodded immediately, begging to be removed from the troubling environment. Clasping your hands together, you guided out of the crowded room. Some people noticed, wolf whistling and cheering you on as you tried to seek refuge.
As you didn’t live here, you had no clue where you were going. Logically, the only thing that came to your mind was a bedroom. Finding the stairs, you dragged him up them. Luckily the first door you opened was unoccupied. Pulling him inside, you locked it to prevent any unwanted company.
The room was small, but it seemed empty. Only a mattress on the floor with a bunch of cardboard boxes scattered in the corners. Awkwardly, you both stood still at the door, unsure what your next move should be. “Uh, so you get anxious often?”
Peter shook his head, scanning the room trying to distract himself from the tension he was feeling. “No. No. It’s not like an anxiety thing.”
As he didn’t elaborate, you caught onto the message he was silently sending. He wasn’t interested in getting personal. And if you were brutally honest, you weren’t either. Other intentions were invading your mind. Sinful intentions.
Peter had first caught your eye the moment he was late to class one morning. His hair was a mess, scruffy like he just woke up. A cut was sliced into his cheek, but it seemed to be near the end of healing. Clothes were ruffled, pockets hung out of his khakis and shirt poked out from the bottom of his sky blue jumper. He sat a few rows away from you. It was safe to say you couldn’t focus in class that day, or any other day for a matter of fact.
He was mysterious, maybe that’s what attracted you. On the outside, he had that soft, nerdy appearance. For some reason, you believed under that thick skin was a more complex human. One that possessed many deep, dark secrets. You could see it in his hollow eyes; they seemed empty sometimes.
“What are you doing at a party anyways? I have never seen you attend any before. What you celebrating?” You hoped the line of questioning would cool the thick, humid air.
“Robotic club won state.” He mumbled, slightly ashamed and afraid that the hot girl in front of him would think he was pathetic.
“That’s so cool. You can build robots? That’s really cool.”
He sent you a confused look, shocked that robots and cool came out of your mouth without hesitation. “You think robots are cool? Are you secretly a nerd or something?” He huffed, not believing a word you said.
Rolling your eyes, you folded your arms. “Nothing wrong with appreciating talent. Plus, I am a STEM major myself. Nobody ever tell you don’t judge a book by it’s cover?”
His face became flushed, lips parted ready to apologise for offending you. “Don’t worry Parker. You aren’t the first to undermine me.” You smirked up at him.
Only a short distance separated your hormonal, raging bodies. It wasn’t unusual for two good looking people to want to tear off each other’s clothes. Even if it was just for a night. The college years were the time for experience. For exploration.
Peter inhaled sharply, trying to keep his emotions at bay. Your eyes were like poison, killing him slowly as they stared deeply into his soul through dark, bloomed orbs. Silently begging him to make a move.
His hand rested on your hip, the other slowly lifted to your cheek, cupping your face. Leaning forward his lips lingered over yours, hot breath mixing adding to the thick air that surrounded you. “I never got your name.” He whispered in a low, soft voice, not wanting to ruin the moment.
“Y/N.”
He took a second to process what was about to happen, what was about to ensue. Lips brushed over one another. A tingling feeling surged through your body, breath hitched, legs shaky. They finally touched, latching onto his thin, tender lips. The kiss was soft, gentle as they tried to find the perfect rhythm.
Your body melted, a warmth pulsing through your veins. Peter sensed your weakness, hand hooking around your lower back supporting your trembling frame. It wasn’t your first rodeo, but you were still nervous. He was very cute after all.
Getting over your nerves, your palms sunk into his chest, pushing him against the wall. He groaned, deepening the kiss. His tongue poked at your lips, pleading for entrance. Gladly, you parted your lips allowing him to slip past. Tongues clashed, messy and sloppy as urges began to grow. A fire in the pit of your stomach emerging.
Unable to suppress your desire, your hands wandered south, fisting his iconic sweater as you tried to remove it from his body. He obliged, lifting his arms up as the fabric slipped off his body. As soon as the first layer was gone, your fingers immediately began to unbutton his shirt. Your cold digits that grazed his skin caused him to shiver.
As you tried to finish the task, his hands slipped down to your ass, grabbing a handful. His hands were rough and greedy as they fed their needs. Humming against his lips, you’d lost patience, bursting a few buttons as you ripped his shirt. Peter smirked, as you broke away from his devouring lips. “Impatient?”
Rolling your eyes, you tried to hide the guilt you felt. You were never this eager. His bare chest caught your gaze. A mouth watering, unexpected view greeted you. You had assumed Peter was just a lanky, scrawny man; but you were very wrong. Your hands moved the sleeves down his arms as you scanned his torso.
A sculpture, carefully carved and defined. Every muscle was visible, and tempting. His skin dipped into every dent, the lighting of the room enhancing it. The shadow playing in his favour; like he needed it. As eyes ventured lower, his v-line was deep and sharp causing something to get caught in your throat. He could be a Calvin Klein model in his spare time for all you knew.
Once his arms were free, his lips crashed into yours again, gaining your attention. Hands flung to the sides of your face, holding it still as lips moved with voracious pace. Your fingers looped in around his belt, pulling your bodies close together so that a sliver of air couldn’t even pass through. Peter, craving you, used his power to change positions, slamming you against the wall.
His leg found comfort between your thighs, pressing against your clothed heat. Moving it with precision, he stimulated your clit. Body surrendering to his dominance. Small whimpers were muffled by his wet lips as they continued to feast on yours. His hands glided down your curves, memorising every dip they caressed, stopping at the bottom hem of your dress.
Your body arched off the wall, aiding him as he pulled the dress from your body. You stood beneath his broad figure bare, only underwear shading you. Heart pounded, his glare intense. His tongue darted out from his tight lips, licking them ready to indulge.
He made his first attack, lips attaching to the skin of your chest. Sucking and licking the exposed tops of your mounds as hands found their way back to your ass. His touch was hot, burning your skin. Your hands grasped at his dark hair, pulling at the roots as your fingers laced with the curly locks. His teeth reacted, scrapping your sensitive flesh. “Pete!”
Your voice was high pitched as you cried out his name, the attentive attention he gave your fragile body was overwhelming. He hummed as your voice rang pleasantly in his ears. His brain was in a haze, senses in overdrive. The touch, the sounds, the taste. He was desperate to feel you, all of you.
His hands slid to the back of your thighs, hooking around them as he swept you off the ground. You screamed out his name, shocked at how easily he did it. Like you were the weight of a feather. He laughed against your chest as he carried effortlessly to the bed, only to throw you onto it like a rag doll.
You barely had time to process the strength of the man before his lips returned to your body. Sucking deep marks into your skin, starting at your thighs before he began his ascent up to you. Lips marked your thighs, stomach, chest, and neck before linking with your swollen, abused lips. He used his legs to open yours, parting them allowing him access.
His hardened cock pressed into you as your hips rocked together. Grinding, both losing patience as the anticipation grew. When your legs wrapped around his body, he growled, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as he pulled away. “Fuck, you sure this is okay?”
“Just fuck me.”
It was blunt, but you had no intention to sugarcoat the situation, you just wanted sex. No strings attached. Peter had no desire to get anything more from the night either. He was contempt with fulfilling his sinful want.
He quickly undid his belt, pulling his pants down. Your heat pulsated as his thick thighs came into view. Muscles carved like a Greek god. Your hips rutted against the air, needing fulfilment. “Shit are you like a bodybuilder or something?”
He chuckled before a sinister smirk emerged on his face, sending shivers down your spine; scared for what was in store. His hand rested on your lower stomach, thumb teasing your clit through your damp panties. He watched your body react, eyes droopy, lips parted and face contorted with pleasure. The sight caused his cock to throb and jump with excitement.
Tired of the foreplay, Peter lowered his face between your quaking thighs. Hot breath fanning over your pulsating core. The aroma tempted him to come undone, the sweetness seeping into his sense. Mouth was dry, dying for a taste from the source.
Not wasting another second, he moved the delicate fabric to the side, tongue diving in between your folds. Lapping and drinking up the arousal that dripped from your heat. Peter gladly explored every inch, switching between your clit and seeping hole, stretching you with the strong muscle. The angelic sounds that you created prompted him to hump the bed, granting himself some sort of relief.
Your hands were latched to his hair, grasping at his scalp trying to keep the last bit of sanity you had intact. “Pete. Please. I need you.”
His eyes flashed up to you. They were raw, piercing, a glint of anxiousness could be seen as he gave your bud one final harsh suck. His chin glistened causing you to blush. “You sure? I was gonna make you cum before we got to that part.” He shyly stated.
Hands clutched his chin, guiding him to your face, bringing him in for a messy, heated kiss. His broad stature shaded you from the dim light, overpowering, intimidating. Using a hand to plank his body, the other went to snap off your panties. You heard a rip causing you to gasp, but he shoved his tongue into your mouth, shutting you up.
He moved onto his own boxers, kicking them off his legs. Your thighs rested on his as he spread his legs, causing you to open up your silky folds to him. His cock prodding at the newly exposed skin. He used his hand to grab his length, pumping it a few times before positioning it at your entrance. “Just breath.” He mumbled, his angry tip penetrating your tight core.
His girth took you by surprise, stretching your walls. You hadn’t expected it, underestimating his size. Your hands clawed at his back as he slowly pushed in deeper. He continuously checked in with you, asking if you were okay, if you wanted to stop. But the pain was foreshadowed by the immense pleasure that vibrated through you.
Once he came to a hilt, his cock was balls deep. Tip grazing your cervix, signifying how deep he was. The way his cock was curved was designed for maximum pleasure. You never felt so full, fingernails sinking into his back leaving behind crescent marks as you tried to ground yourself back down to reality. “You are so big, fuck.” You praised, shoving your face into his neck.
His large biceps enclosed you, holding you tight as he shallowly moved his hips. “Yeah? You are so tight. Feel so good.” He panted, trying to tame his instincts.
“God, please just fuck me.”
Growling, he followed instruction, retracting his hips before snapping them forward in one harsh movement. Thighs quaked as his pelvic bone collided with your neglected clit. His moves were slow, calculated. Eyes shut tight, his senses overwhelming his body. You could see he was holding back.
Peter, since the bite, was always scared of what he was capable of. Sex being one of those things. He knew he was powerful, strong enough to stop a bus. He also had a heart of gold, never wanting to injure or hurt another person. Especially a woman he was intimate with.
“Pete, don’t hold back. Let go. I can take it. I want it.”
His eyes shot open, pupils dark and wide, swallowing the warm brown that surrounded them. His jaw clenched, unsure if he should do as told. Your hand cupped his cheek, assuring him. “Peter please. I like it rough.” You confessed, cheeks burning with embarrassment.
A primal grunt slipped from his gritted teeth, your innocent eyes driving him mad. Adjusting the position, he placed your calves on his shoulders, his cock slipping deeper into you. “Please, tell me if it’s too much.”
You nodded, inhaling sharply, mentally preparing yourself for the on slaughter that was about to ensue. His hands hooked around your thighs, fingers digging into the skin. Before you could even process the strength of his grip, his cock began to pound into you mercilessly.
His member relentlessly struck your g-spot, eyes rolling to the back of your head. Thankfully, the music was so loud it drowned out your pathetic, loud moans. He used his tight grip as leverage, pulling your body to meet his hard thrusts.
The sounds were sinister, skin on skin clapping, applauding him. Your wetness splattering, covering his cock, echoed through the room. Body on a high, you felt no shame for how you were reacting. Your hands flung to the pit of your stomach, clawing at your skin. “I can- feel how deep you are.”
He smirked at your statement, one hand shoving your hands away to replace them with his. Fingers pressed into your lower stomach, thumb focused on your clit, rubbing aggressive, precise circles around the swollen bud. “Fuck, I can feel how deep I am. Bet you’ve never felt so full before. Not gonna be able to walk after this.”
The thought of destroying your body only turned him on more. His hips moved at an animalistic pace, not humanly possible. His balls slapped your ass with every thrust, and the attention on your clit drove you to insanity. You became a babbling mess below him. Unintelligible words slipping from your lips as your brain clouded with lust.
“Fuck. Look like a beautiful mess. Does it feel good? Making you feel good? Cause, shit, you make me feel incredible.”
Head nodded vigorously, unable to speak only cry out in pleasure. Body began to convulse, the knot in your stomach ready to burst at any second. “Pete. Close.” You chanted, grasping his hands, grounding yourself.
“That’s it. You wanted to be a big girl. You said you could take it. So c’mon. Cum all over my cock. Wanna feel that pretty pussy clench around me.”
His words rang through your ears as you tipped over the edge. A wave consumed you, body shook as it welcomed the intense feeling. His hands grabbed your waist, holding you still, comforting you. “That’s it. Let go.” “Feel so good around my cock.” “So pretty when you cum. Could watch you all day.”
His thrust slowed, allowing you to come down from your high. Once your head started to clear, you could still feel his hard presence pulsate against your abused walls. Eyes bulged, shocked that he was lasting so long. “You good?” He queried, watching you struggle to keep your eyes open.
“Fuck yes. Amazing.”
He cleared his throat, in a bit of a predicament. Should he continue? Or should he just leave? Finish himself off in some random bathroom. However his question was answered. “Why’d you stop? Fuck, I want you to cum.”
He flipped you over so you were now straddling him. Whimpering, your palms slapped his hard, defined chest. “Pete, I am tired. Sorry.” Your hips movements weak against his, body still recovering from your orgasm.
“It’s okay. Don’t worry, I got you. May I?” He asked, positioning his feet flat on the bed, hands grasping your waist.
Confused by what he meant, you nodded, naively. He bit his lip, giving you sudden harsh thrust. You jolted upwards due to the mere force, but his hands brought you right back, forcing you to swallow his cock. You screeched as he stretched you, filled you.
He repeated that movement, continuously. Pumping his throbbing cock into your wetness. There was no escape from the pleasure, his hands in complete control of your body. His eyes locked in on your mounds, watching them bounce begging to be released from their restricting cups. “Take off your bra, wanna see your tits. Please.”
A guttural growl was ripped from his throat as you quickly removed the material from your body. The way they bounced and rippled with every thrust. He couldn’t help but bring a hand up, squeezing the plush flesh. “Fucking beautiful.” He muttered, thumb teasing the bud.
With the last bit of energy you possessed, you rocked your hips on his cock causing the curve to hit your sensitive spot hidden within your velvety walls. That was enough to send you to your second high without warning, falling off the edge with a scream of his name.
But that didn’t stop his merciless thrusts. Using your lifeless body as a toy to please his cock. You were getting wetter at the thought of just being used as a tight hole for him to fuck. It shouldn’t turn you on as much as it did. His dominance over you was scary.
Your throat was dry and raw, every sound that rippled from it tore apart the skin. Peter wouldn’t dream of silencing you, the song you sang was too beautiful. “Yeah keep screaming my name. Shit, I am so close.” He groaned, hips were violent, bruising the skin of your thighs and hips.
The pain succumbed to the pleasure, masking any future aches you would inevitably experience. Your body was limb, he was in complete control of your movements. Brain dead in your euphoric haze. You sputtered nonsense, eyes droopy as hands grabbed his shoulders preventing you from falling forward.
The sounds from the collision were pornographic, sinful. The arousal that poured out from your core making it easy for his cock to dive deeper with every stroke. He was so close, eyes flickering between your bouncing tits and the contact your bodies made, enjoying the way his length was creamed with your juices.
Your body burned, insides twisting and turning. A fire spread uncontrollably through your veins. It was something you never experienced. Being brutally used. Peter, was loving the feeling of dominance, controlling every movement. “Fuck, you love me using you don’t you?”
You parted your lips, but your brain was not functioning, only a hum escaping. “Got you dumb for my cock do I?” He chuckled, his thrusts never ending. “Love me using you for my own pleasure. Just, grabbing you, fucking you down onto my big cock.”
His cockiness and confidence resonated between your quaking thighs. Only adding the wetness that pooled between them. “Getting wetter from me just talking to you? Fuck, you are the best girl. Feel so good and tight. Gonna make me cum.”
Moaning, you practically begged him to cum in fear you may mentally leave this planet and never return. “But, you need to cum one more time for me. Be my good girl, my best girl, and take it.” His voice was stern, not in the mood for negotiations.
Following his demand, his thumb found your forgotten clit. A sequence of curses and screams poured out as your stomach tightened. A new sensation appeared, an unfamiliar one. The pressure that pent up was about to explode. “Pete, I- too much.”
“One more. Give it to me. Let it go. Cum.”
And with that, everything collapsed. Vision blurred and spotted with black dots as your juices gushed from your fragile body. His cock was pushed out from your heat due to the force. His fast reflexes reacted, grabbing his cock, using the tip to rub fast motions across your swollen clit. Your cum covered his lower stomach and length. He groaned at the sight, watching the juices squirt from your convulsing body.
He guided you through the intense orgasm, using his cock to slowly trace your drenched folds, his tight grip pumping his throbbing cock as he did. “Atta girl, I got you.” He assured, caresses your soaked thighs. “But shit, I am gonna come baby, so fucking hard. Can I cum on your tits, please.”
“Yes! Yes! Fuck Pete you can cum wherever you want.” You slurred, brain drunk from the overstimulation your body was experiencing. Three intense orgasms in less than twenty minutes, you would’ve been considered lucky to achieve one on a given night.
He smirked, proud of his work. Fucked out and messy. It turned him on so much. His balls tightened, begging to find release. Gently, he cradled your lower back, laying you down on your back so he could straddled your waist.
Through heavy eyes, you watched him jerk his cock through a tight grip. His member was wet, glistening, covered in a mixture of your cum and his own precum. Veins bulging through his thin skin. Tip, red and angry, pulsating vigorously. Weakly, you placed a hand on his thigh, raking it, while the other played with his sensitive slit. “Fuck. Gonna be so pretty covered in my cum.”
“Cum Pete. Please. I want it so bad.” You pleaded, sticking your tongue out, hoping some would land in your mouth.
The sight of you below him, begging to be degraded. It sent him to his climax. His cock shooting out thick ropes of white cum while chanting your name loudly, with no shame. You had to clench your thighs at the sounds he made. Some landed on your face, most painted your chest. You were amazed at his load, it seemed like it would never end. Your weak hand joined his, helping him milk out every last drop. The touch of your tender, soft hand wrapped around him made him rut his hips against it as he rode out the feeling of pure ecstasy.
As the tingles that surged through him finally simmered, he collapsed down beside you. Breath heavy, and sharp. His cock twitched against his thigh, his whole person overstimulated by his senses that were dialed to a hundred. The dim light suddenly becoming too bright from him. He winced, turning his head towards you, which he immediately regretted when he saw you running your fingers across your chest, gathered up his cum on your slim digits. You carried it up to your mouth, sucking them clean. His jaw dropped. And suddenly the blood rushed back down south.
You turned your head to face him, heat rising to your cheeks after realising you’d been caught. You were intrigued. Peter took the chance to take in your appearance. Your chin was wet with a mixture of your spit and his cum, eyes still blooming with lust, hair messy and knotted. He closed his eyes, trying to remove the picture from his head as it wasn’t helping his current situation. Hearing a giggle, forced him to look at you, confused at the sudden outburst.
Your eyes were peering down at his growing length causing a red crimson colour to creep across his cheeks. “I was going to ask you to get me a rag to clean up because I don’t think I can walk, but I don’t think there is a point. I can see you have other ideas.”
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katsumox · 3 years
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southern bnha boys: rodeo<3
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it's what it says in the title, sweets,, just bnha boys as rodeo boys. i miss watching rodeo invitationals and parties :(
note: a buckle bunny is a person who hangs around rodeo guys because they’re hot and they win a lot :)
warnings: cussing, one (1) mention of beer, general southern headassery.
including: katsuki, izuku, hitoshi, and eijirou<3
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KATSUKI BAKUGOU— the south’s biggest rodeo brat.
hell of a bull rider. it’s his claim to fame, really. disrespectfully respectful?? he’s the type to roll his eyes at elders yet still say “yes ma’am” and “no sir” to them, but he slurs his words so it’s more like “yes’m”. he also says that when you’re super mad at him, that’s how you know he’s sorry. also opens doors for old ladies and limits his extensive cursing in front of them, except for the word “damn”,,, that’s a permanent word in his lexicon.
has a big ass drawl in his speech, and it’s really hot. all phrases like, “ that’s my girl,” or “there we are, good girl” also calls you “sweets” and other shit when you do something correctly with him. thinks hell will freeze over before he wears shirts in summer. the best your getting out of him is an open flannel rolled up to his forearms. he works on souping up trucks for the ranch occasionally,, is really mean about the fact that you eat honeysuckle off the ranch grounds because it’s “dirty”,,,bitch,,, it’s nectar?? tf??
hell of a handshake,, the kind that makes fathers smirk and go “that’s a good man” when he’s done. has a small amount of buckle bunnies,,, it’s not because he sucks at rodeo shit, he’s just mean as hell. thinks of you as his lucky charm. you gotta kiss him hard before he saddles up or else he literally will not compete. he’s literally dropped out of a competition because you didn’t kiss him. also likes ranch parties so he can put his hands on your hips as you show him to line dance. pulls you by your belt loop when he wants to go somewhere.
IZUKU MIDORIYA— stable boy at the local ranch during summers.
the sweetest boy you’d ever meet, but he’ll go to war for his mama. very much a mama’s boy; still calls her ma/mama and everything. beat the actual tar out of a cowhand when he heard him say something disrespectful about his mother. lake swimmer. do i need to explain? bc,,, ew. also has a huge habit of saying yes ma’am to ya when you ask for something. known for wearing a wifebeater and some wrangler jeans to work every day throughout the summer.
your mother thinks he'd make a good husband, and she's right. he's sweet, and considerate; he knows his way around a ranch and how to do chores at home. the perfect househusband material in all honesty. quite fond of sneaking sweets to you while he's supposed to be tending to the dogs, yet never seems to get caught. he suspects it's because hitoshi ain't a snitch. also says "i reckon" far to often for my liking, but oh well. that's country boy language.
handshake is kinda weak, tbh. he’s not confident in it, and you can tell, but he grows into it eventually. he’s a huge help around the ranch because he’s fast and the dogs listen to him very well. is a calf roper in rodeo events, one of the best, but wants to start bull or bronco riding. he’d have more buckle bunnies if he were more popular around the ranch, but he just kinda does his job and then hangs around you or the rodeo legacy kids (todoroki and denki)
HITOSHI SHINSOU— the buckle bunnies’ favorite.
like katsuki, a rodeo boy. he’s good at it too. has way more groupies because he’s a bit nicer than kat. known as the playboy around town, but is generally a sweet kid. has a habit of calling you “little girl” no matter if you’re older than him or not. he’s a bronco rider, one of the best around, and wears his winning belt buckles around all the time. not to gloat, it just he genuinely only has prize belt buckles jakskdld. pull him by it and he’ll lose his damn mind.
got you a promise ring with his prize money so that "it'll keep your finger ready for the real one". he's dead set on marrying you. he likes seeing you steal his belts because everyone knows it's his, and by proxy, you're his. makes fun of the way that you don't really care for farm animals, save for the dogs and a few horses. lets you take one out on his break, his large hand up on your lower hip, guiding you and the horse on a slow walk.
also fond of only flannels in the summer, and honestly year round. he’s not very fond is shirts in general. doesn’t like sweet tea, and also isn’t very fond of any jeans that aren’t cavender jeans. he swears up and down that they aren’t as good quality as levi’s or wranglers. takes you night driving on dirt roads and lets you put your feet on his dash. he doesn't do that for everyone.
EIJIROU KIRISHIMA— the south’s knight in shinin’ armor.
chucks your chin a lot, and lets you wear his hat. herding dogs listen to him more than izuku, but only by a little bit. and goes shirtless while working,, almost always, unless he’s fixing a truck with katsuki. then he’ll wear an oil stained white wifebeater. he’s a steer wrestler. it makes sense because he’s so tall and bulky, like a damned brick wall. mothers also consider him marriage material; he's good around the house, he's practical and very respectful.
he has a pretty drawl, like katsuki, when he talks. he isn’t much of a fighter but he will gladly kick ass if someone’s speaking on your name unkindly. nickname around town is "big red" for obvious reasons, and he makes sure to live up to the name. also very adamant on only wearing levi’s to work?? he’s very particular about his work clothes.
has a fixation on calling you his little lady. every time he wins he takes you out to a diner to celebrate, and once, he saved up money to buy you a bracelet with his prize money. also fond of ranch parties where he can drink apple cider and dance with you. he also got permission to drink one (1) coors light with the rest of boys when he's 19 and he takes advantage of that opportunity whenever he can, because parties aren’t often.
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adorethedistance · 3 years
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City Slicker, Cowboyfriend - Owen Joyner x Reader
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JATP masterlist
Warnings: Swearing, nerves, mentions of covid.
Words: 2163
Summary: You’re starting to have doubts about moving all the way to Norman until a shopping trip to Ikea turns into the meet-cute you’ve been waiting for.
A/n: This isn’t a request or one of my Valentines day fics, this is just something that I have had stuck in my head ever since Owen posted this on IG and bc I’m facing total writers block with my other pieces I cranked this one out in a few hours to get the ball rolling again. Hopefully. Enjoy this totally unproofed, fluffy madness!! (Because who doesn’t need more Owen content in their life?)
There are perks to moving and one of them is undoubtedly: shopping. For furniture, home decor, kitchen utensils, whatever! Granted, shopping alone can be tedious and, for some, like pulling teeth, thus, I’ve enlisted the help of my best friends Leila and Chelsea. I didn’t even have to bribe them to come because everyone loves getting lost in Ikea. It’s one of the best things about the human experience.
“It’s been so long since I’ve been in an Ikea,” Leila says to no one in particular as we walk through the onslaught of staged bedrooms.
“What?! Are you telling me you don’t get meatballs and lawn chairs on a weekly basis?” My exaggeration makes Leila laugh as she steps into one of the display kitchens. Looking between me and Chelsea she asks,
“What would you do if I turned the handle then a jet of water sprayed out?”
“Die, I guess.”
The three of us continue through the faux house displays and past the mattresses despite Leila’s urge to jump on every single one. As we walk through the section of different lighting features, I sigh with a frown as I think about college. I changed my bachelor’s to an associate’s so I could graduate in two years. Chelsea’s parents moved out here at the end of our senior year in high school, and she moved with them to study in Norman. Leila in turn went to Arizona for an athletic physical therapy gig, leaving me to face college alone in L.A.. In the two years the three of us were apart, we missed each other more and more, and after determining which of the three states we lived in was cheapest, we packed up and headed East. Covid kind of delayed our plans. But after a few months, I picked Leila up from Arizona and together we chased open job opportunities into Norman, Oklahoma. The three of us found an apartment space to live in together and thus, we ended up in Ikea on this fine Sunday afternoon.
Snapping back into reality I see Leila standing directly under a light that’s hanging very low from the ceiling. Once standing directly underneath it, she pulls down her mask and opens her mouth, rising to her toes to eat the fixture.
“Leila, don’t you dare fellate that light bulb! You’re gonna get us kicked out.”
I swear I’m practically their mom when it comes to behaving in public. Figuring they can’t hurt themselves in the college dorm section, I lead them quickly through it and into the giant furniture warehouse section. On the far wall, I see a large poster of a couple smiling brightly behind Chelsea, but I don’t bother to read the text. Leila and I spot the poster at the same time, and the imagery jogs her memory.
“Chelsea, how’s Hunter? Haven’t heard from him slash about him in like a week,” she asks about Chelsea’s boyfriend of a year.
“Oh, yeah, he tore a ligament in his wrist.”
“What?!”
“Yeah, I guess he moved it wrong or something and put too much stress on the area that it just tore. He was moving hay bales into the horse stables.”
“As opposed to the chicken stables,” Leila judges under her breath, which makes me snicker as a result.
“I still can’t believe you’re dating a literal cowboy,” I interject, “Like, I know we’re in Oklahoma, and he’s from Tennessee, but we saw Texas on the way out here and that’s cowboy country. Norman seems more...” I trail off in search of delicate phrasing.
“Just barely marry your cousin territory, but still downing chewing tobacco whilst driving a lifted truck?” Leila hits the nail squarely on the head.
“Yeah, that sounds about right-” Before I can continue giving my thoughts on Norman, I cut myself off at the sound of laughter behind me.
“Sorry. We weren’t trying to eavesdrop, that was just really funny.” When I turn around, I see a guy roughly our age dressed in all black with bleach-blonde hair, speaking through light, broken laughter.
“No worries,” I dismiss the apology as we pass by one another, and out from the dressers section. The three of us continue into the different sections, and come to a stop once I see we’re exactly where we need to be: dining room shit!
“Cowboy boyfriends aside- oh my gosh: cowboy boyfriends. Cowboyfriends,” I say getting lost in my new terminology. Both of my friends share a mix of laughter and gasps and my ingeniousness. “Anyway. Cowboyfriends aside, how is Avery?” I ask Leila who begins blushing madly.
“She’s really good. We were just making plans for our three year anniversary, which reminds me to tell y’all I’m flying back to Phoenix to surprise her.”
“Awwww,” I nearly tear up and the sweet image of Leila and her girlfriend reuniting, “Y’all are so cute. Both of you and your partners. You know, being the only single friend in this group has made life suck a lot. Y’all are so happy and in love and not dead inside. Honestly? Get fucked both of you.” Despite my harsh words, the three of us break into a lighthearted conglomerate of laughter.
“We’ll find you someone… eventually.” Leila pretends she also can’t hear the last part of her sentence despite being the one saying it.
“I know, but I don’t think it’s in the cards for me to find love in Norman. I don’t need a cowboyfriend, and we’re not gonna find a true city slicker here either.”
When I finish my statement, I see our blonde friend seems to have followed us. I observe he comes to a stop in front of another guy in a flannel with a shopping cart. The way they jump into conversation with one another parallels the animated body language Leila, Chelsey, and I share. I continue to watch their exchange as Chelsea speaks up.
“Maybe you need someone right down the middle.”
“Yeah, like a guy who drives a truck but uses it to transport Ikea furniture instead of a whole ass tree that he’ll carve into a chair.” A small laugh escapes my lips, at both Leila’s statement, and the scene ahead of Blondie pretending to strangle his friend over something. I’m snapped out of my nosy yet endeared stare as a third guy appears. He’s a sandy blonde with billowing locks tucked under a trucker hat. And he came from behind me and my two friends to place something in their cart which keeps his back toward me. When he turns back around, my mind goes blank. Any thoughts of shopping for dining room chairs has left my mind. He is wearing a face mask, but he has such nice eyes that he could have a giraffe snout under the mask for all I care. I see him look up from the shelves, directly into my eyes. We stay locked for a moment before he breaks away and turns to his friends. I slowly turn to my friends too who are both giving me the exact same look of excitement and conspiracy.
“He’s really cute,” I sigh out with a laugh, swooning much louder than I’d have preferred.
“He has a face mask on,” Leila points out, her expression dropping from excited to cynical.
“Still! I can just tell.”
“Girl, what are you doing? Talk to him!” Chelsea whisper-shrieks.
“Shhh, I cannot take you anywhere!”
Glancing back at the handsome stranger, we connect eyes once more and I feel my face heat furiously as I realize he was already looking at me. I’m the first to break; I consult my friends for the best course of action and as I’m turned 180 to face them, Chelsea starts pretending to hyperventilate excitedly. Leila looks over my shoulder for me, discreetly surveying the other trio in the dining chairs aisle.
“Don’t look now, but he’s talking to his friends and looking between them and you.” I can hear in her voice she’s trying her best not to smile despite wearing a face mask.
“Should I give him my number?”
“Yes!”
“What are you waiting for?”
“I’m nervous! What if he’s gay?”
“Will you just get over there? I promise you a gay man would not be wearing what he’s wearing right now. Maybe a lesbian,” Leila adds for good measure.
“You guys are freaking me out, I need you to leave so I know you’re not judging my flirting.” I shoo my best friends out of the aisle as inconspicuous as possible. Kinda wish blondie would’ve done the same because when I turn back around, the other trio hasn’t moved and the only one looking at me is the one in all black. He quickly averts his eyes though and I take one last deep breath before walking over to the stranger. I tilt my chin up ever so slightly to fake a sense of confidence that I unmistakably don’t have right now.
“Hey.” Really, Y/n? Hey??
“Hey,” he greets back breathily. Why is he nervous? I’m the one who gets to be nervous! Man, he’s really cute. I can’t fuck this one up. I’m not doing so stellar right now. Perhaps you should say something else, dipshit?
“Uhm,” I should’ve scripted this. “I just wanted to say that-” You’ve got this. Don’t be a bummer. “I-uh, I think you’re really cute and I was wondering if I could give you my number?” My speech is slow, each word deliberate in spite of the fact that I feel like I’m having an out of body experience right now. I’m not the one in control of the words that are coming out of my mouth.
Upon realizing why I walked over, blondie’s friends take the question as a sign to leave and less than inconspicuously back away from the two of us. Trucker hat spares them one last glance over his left shoulder and judging by the look flannel gives him, they were definitely talking about me in their team huddle.
“Uh, yeah. I was gonna ask for your instagram- if you have one, that is.”
“I’m cool with both.” The two of us reach for our phones and unlock them with anxious hands. I move to hand him my phone with instagram open, and he trades me for his which has a new contact open. I type my name and put my favorite heart emoji next to it after triple checking the number is correct. Wow, you’re just so ballsy today, Y/n!!!!! I give him back the phone, scanning the instagram account he’s just opened and followed for me. I hear him exhale a little harder as a small laugh and can only imagine it’s from the stupid heart emoji.
“Owen,” I say in a hushed, endeared voice, fully not intending to say it out loud. “You have a million followers?! Oh, you’re an actor. OH… You’re an actor.” I really don’t need to be speaking my entire thought process right now in the middle of this Ikea. Exhaling a small laugh of my own, I see we already have a small bunch of mutuals, one of which is… Chelsea??? Looking up from my phone I turn around to see Chelsea and Leila watching the interaction from around the corner of one of the industrial shelves.
In the flurry of scattered likes, I see him find my account and follow me back. I accept the request, nervous of what he thinks of me without a face mask on. What do I think of him without a face mask on? Going back to his account, seeing his entire face is even better than just his eyes. I was right, Leila: he is cute.
“You’re really pretty,” I hear him almost sigh as he combs through the grid of my account. The comment makes my heart beat all the much faster and I finally look upward to get a glimpse of Owen in the flesh. Still as beautiful as the last time I checked!
Sparing a quick glance over my shoulder, he looks back down at me and laughs,
“I think your friends got tired of waiting.”
“I think yours did, too.” The other members of our trios come back into the aisle we had kicked them from more or less two minutes ago. We connect eyes once more and stare longingly, wordlessly at one another, so lost in each other’s beauty our friends have to break up the staring contest of infatuation.
“Y/n?” I hear Leila behind me.
“Uh, well, I have to get back to chair shopping, but- text me later?”
“For sure.”
“For sure,” I mimic his voice.
“Guess I’ll see you later. Y/n.”
“Yeah.” And with that, we’re pulled apart by our respective best friends, through the vast expanse of the Norman Ikea.
“What was that?” Chelsea asks, excitedly linking arms with me.
“I don’t know I- Wait, you have some explaining to do!”
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poetrusicperry · 3 years
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Running Towards Nothing
Chapter One
a/n: hello !! @noelliza and i fleshed out an idea about if todd came from out of state (specifically, somewhere in the southern united states) to attend welton, so i wrote it heh. i’m not sure how many parts this will be (if people like it enough for me to continue posting lol), but i have the first like... five written haha. so yes, todd is from the south (alabama) and i don’t know much about the south bc i'm from the west coast, but i tried haha. hope you guys like it !! xx
chapter summary: something in todd’s past is the reason for his family’s move, leading to a new neighborhood, a new school, a roommate he was never expecting, and an overall shift in his life.
pairing: todd anderson x neil perry
warnings: none (i don’t think there are any in this chapter, but if anyone spots something, let me know !)
word count: 2479
        If there was one thing Todd missed about home, it was the sky; the sun set differently over the rolling hills of Vermont than the grassy fields of Alabama. He was used to seeing all of the elongated, blue canvas sky that melted into bright shades of pink and orange along the horizon; there was nothing in the way of the creation, just a plain view of where the heavens met the earth. In the northeast, however, the sunset snagged on the seemingly-black pointed edges of trees and lush branches, interrupting the gradient leaving only soft blue and speckles of marigold.
        But he had experienced his last Alabama sunset two days ago, and there was no going back. Not for a really, really long time (if ever). After the events of the past few months, there was no way Todd could ever show his face again, even if he really wanted to. Now, Todd Anderson and his family were living in the suburbs of Vermont, where, as his parents hoped, the past would stay hidden and they could build a new façade for the one Todd had recently, though unintentionally, demolished.
        As Todd sat on the floor of his new, empty room, surrounded only by boxes and his bed (which didn’t have a box spring or frame yet), he gazed out of his window forlornly. Through the toothbrush-tipped trees that were jam packed along his new horizon, he could make out the silhouette of a church’s steeple. One that, no doubt, would be frequented by his mother and father while his brother, Jeffrey, was out of state at college, and Todd himself attended the prep school just a few blocks down the road. Out of all the cities in Vermont, Todd’s parents had picked the one with the lowest population and tourist pull, which meant not a lot of people inhabiting the city. However, on the flipside, there wasn’t a wide variety of schools to choose from. Back in Alabama, Todd had attended his local public high school, Nixon, and would have been an incoming senior there if certain... events hadn’t occurred. Instead, Todd was now forced to continue his education at what was deemed “the best all boys prep school in the United States” by his parents and surrounding boarding schools (no pressure).
        Todd’s mind wandered through the recent weeks, pulling apart everything that had happened like rotten cotton candy. This was his life now: a new state, a new town, a new school, brand new everything. And yet, Todd felt stuck between wanting to start over and aching to hold onto his old life. If those five seconds could have gone differently, he’d be preparing for his first day of senior year with all his friends at Nixon. But his friends would never speak to him again, and he’d never walk the halls of Nixon High School ever again. Todd wondered what he could possibly be holding onto? There was nothing in a place he considered home and nothing in a new place that would likely never be home. So much of his past, he wanted to leave behind, but he just… knew that he couldn’t.
        As he reached into the open box beside him, there was a knock on the door. When Todd didn’t answer, the door cracked open, revealing the familiar face of his older brother.
        “Hey, I was going to go on a drive around town, maybe see some of the cool hangout spots if you wanted to come. I know I’m leaving for school in a couple weeks, but might as well check out some places anyway?”
        Jeff always had a way of talking to Todd gently, never with any hints of condescension in his tone. After all, Jeff was the only person in the house who ever acknowledged Todd’s existence. And after everything that had happened, Todd was certain he was no closer to gaining support from his parents than a couple months prior; in fact, he’d been quite sure he was further from garnering any cent of respect, let alone support.
        “Oh, uh… right now?” Todd spoke, barely above a whisper. He knew he didn’t need to feel embarrassed or nervous around Jeff, but that’s just how things were for him now. Anything he said or did felt… wrong, and he didn’t know how to fix it.
        “Yeah, I think Mom and Dad went to pick up some dinner, so I was just thinking that we could head out for a few minutes. Maybe get a little familiar with town and stuff,” Jeff smiled at Todd, his perfectly straight teeth somehow still gleaming in the darkening light of Todd’s room, “Come on, I know you probably don’t feel up to it, but it’d be better than sitting in here while it progressively gets darker,” Jeff attempted to joke, laughing slightly.
        Todd gave him a half smile, half grimace, “Alright. Think I need a jacket?”
        “Want to drive with the top down, so probably,” Jeff smiled, smacking the doorway and turning down the hallway, “Leaving in five!” he called down the hall as he went.
        While they rode leisurely around town, Todd kept his head mostly turned to the side, leaning his cheek on his arm and taking in all the things they drove past. Lots of houses on moderate pieces of land lined the streets; they were nothing like the spacious farms and open pastures of Alabama. Up until recently, Todd had always considered the south home. But truth be told, he wasn’t sure what home was anymore.
        “Oh, sweet, Todd, look! There’s an arcade!” Jeff patted Todd’s shoulder with the back of his hand as he cruised down the street. The big neon lights were hanging over a brick building spelling “GAMES & POOL.” It looked like the marquees Todd had seen of New York City in the magazines. He just nodded at his brother’s sentiment as they pulled up to the red light. Glancing up at the bright sign once more, his gaze was torn away when the door to the arcade opened, revealing five lanky boys spilling out onto the sidewalk.
        “I told you I was going to beat the high score and you punks didn’t believe me!” one with sandy hair said, walking backwards and facing his friends. His face was twisted into a mischievous grin and his voice ricocheted across the street as the boys seemed to be making their way to the movie theatre a few doors down.
        “Charlie, no one cares that you beat the high score,” the tallest one replied; Todd noticed he had a flattop haircut, which is something no one in Alabama would have ever had; Todd thought it looked neat. The flattop’s sentiment earned a chuckle from all the boys, but a particularly loud laugh from a tall, dark-haired boy standing toward the front of the group. He wore beige slacks and a tucked in red flannel with black and white hi-top Chuck Taylor’s. And Todd noticed his dimples were deep into his cheeks while he laughed. As the boys walked down the sidewalk to the theatre ticket vestibule, the light turned green and Jeff began to drive. As the car passed the group, the dark-haired boy looked up and locked eyes with Todd.
        “Neil, still five for Gidget?” the ginger one with glasses said. The dark-haired boy (who Todd could now assume was Neil) held Todd’s gaze for a couple more seconds before tearing his eyes away and nodding at his friend. Todd’s cheeks were ablaze as Jeff drove further away. Trying to not move his head, Todd simply looked back at the boys in the side mirror until they were simply blobbed figures standing under the light of the theatre.
        When Todd and Jeff arrived home, their parents’ car was in the driveway, and the light in the kitchen was on.
        “Hope you’re hungry,” Jeff turned to Todd as he switched the engine off. He just looked at Jeff blankly; his appetite had still not returned, so he didn’t feel hungry much anymore, “I know I am,” Jeff smiled, ruffling Todd’s hair and easing the tension between them. He nodded a little bit and opened the door, Jeff doing the same. As Jeff made his way up the steps, Todd trailed behind him, not wanting to be the first person his parents saw.
        “Jeffy, is that you?” his mother’s voice called from the kitchen.
        “Yeah, Mom, we just went to check out the neighborhood a bit,” Jeff called, slowing his pace, falling into step with Todd and slinging his arm around his little brother’s shoulder.
        “Dinner’s on the table, dear,” she replied as the boys walked into the dining room.
        “Smells good, Ma,” Jeff smiled, taking his seat at the table after patting Todd’s shoulder. Todd sat down tentatively and stared at the spread in front of him. His parents had gotten KFC for the second night in a row, and Todd was about as excited as he was the first time (that being not at all).
        “I know we had it last night, but it really just reminds me of the food back home,” his mother said, pulling her napkin into her lap.
        “You boys eat up, now,” his father said, gesturing to the bucket of chicken and sides in front of the pair. Jeff grabbed his food, and took extra care to offer Todd all of the things he picked up for himself. While their parents busied themselves in a conversation about the pie their neighbors had dropped off, Jeff nudged Todd lightly,
        “Look, I know you’re not hungry, but have a biscuit at least, okay?” he muttered and held one out to his younger brother. Todd took it hesitantly, put it in the middle of his plate, and stared at it, “Come on, Todd. Please,” Jeff mumbled again.
        “What’s that, Jeffrey?” his father turned to him.
        “Oh, nothing, Pop, just telling Todd to have some dinner,” Jeff smiled small. Todd’s father looked at him with disgust.
        “Eat,” he grunted. At the timbre of his father’s voice, Todd flinched slightly and picked off a part of the biscuit to nibble on while the conversation turned to Jeff’s plans for the fall semester. Fading into the background (as usual), Todd tuned out the conversation and focused really hard on his white Chuck Taylor’s, getting a flash of the tall, dark-haired boy’s face in his mind. Neil. Shaking his head slightly, Todd adjusted his gaze to the plate in front of him and waited for another painful dinner to end.
        When the summer had wound down and the weeks in Vermont had become more familiar, Todd’s parents had busied themselves with getting Jeff ready for dorm move-in and paying little, if any, attention to Todd. Currently, Todd was up in his room, preparing for convocation the next day. Jeffrey had left the past Thursday, driving up on his own. He had told Todd to not take everything so seriously and to do the best he could (because he knew that Todd was capable of a lot of things). He also mentioned that he was just a call away if Todd ever needed anything (he wrote his telephone number onto a scrap of paper). Todd had searched the arcade and the theatre a couple times in the hopes of running into the group of boys he had seen on their second night in town, but to no avail.
        Sitting in front of the mirror, Todd analyzed himself. His hair had grown out kind of long, and his mother hadn’t taken him to get it cut, so he’d have to deal with that, but everything else looked normal. Things certainly didn’t feel normal, but he was used to the discomfort by now. The only thing he was truly worried about was his stupid accent. He’d spent the last few weeks hanging around diners and spots with Jeff, and hadn’t heard a single southern accent. He knew his drawl would just make him appear stupid to all these super educated kids, so he’d put a lot of effort into controlling it. He was actually doing okay at it, he just needed to make sure he didn’t slip up. Todd didn’t need any aspect of his personality or appearance to be called attention to. He got up from the floor and crawled into bed, dreading what the next day and year would bring.
        Convocation turtled by, two hours of sitting in a church pew and listening to some headmaster spout of statistics that Todd didn’t care about. As far as he was concerned, he wanted to finish his senior year and get the hell out of here; Todd had always wanted to go to California, but his parents told him it was a pipe dream (“After the stunt you pulled in Alabama, we won’t be funding your college anywhere!” his father had yelled).
        “Ah, Mr. Anderson, is it?” the headmaster questioned when it was Todd’s turn to be introduced after the ceremony.
        “U-uh, yes sir,” he mumbled.
        “Well, we don’t normally take public school transfers, but you will fit in well here. Any major problems you let me know,” he shook Todd’s hand rather harshly.
        “Thank you, sir,” he nodded and moved along.
        Feeling his chest start to tighten, Todd made his way out onto the grass where he sat down against a tree and waited for his parents. After an uncomfortable and awkward goodbye with them, he roamed the grounds a little bit, practicing his newly-fashioned accent quietly to himself. As he rounded a corner to the courtyard, he bumped shoulders with a boy, and turned to apologize, dead-set on making his southern accent unknown (or as unknown as it could be).
        “Ope- sorry about that,” the boy laughed nervously. When Todd looked up at him, it was the boy from outside the arcade all those weeks ago. Shit.
        “S-sorry,” Todd mumbled. The boy nodded a little bit.
        “It’s all good. I’m Neil Perry,” he smiled, holding out his hand, seemingly unaware or forgetting of the fact that they’d seen each other before.
        “Todd Anderson,” he manipulated his tongue to sit flatter in his mouth, so as not to let slip his Alabaman background. He had trouble looking into Neil’s eyes, but when he got a good look, he realized they were dark, dark brown and incredibly deep.
        “Oh, that’s you? I think that makes us roommates,” Neil said, patting Todd on the shoulder. Oh no, Todd thought, his cheeks flushing. Stop it, he thought to himself and cleared his throat.
        “Oh… cool,” Todd nodded a little bit and pursed his lips.
        “I gotta get going. See you soon!” he patted Todd’s shoulder again and took off in the direction he had been going when Todd bumped into him.
        Yep, Todd sighed. This is going to be a long year.
tagging some people (especially those of you who said i should post this heh): @queertoddanderson @babytoddanderson @cupiiid @justarandompjofan @charliedaltonofficial @pretentious-strikes @aedan-mills 
and a big thank you to @noelliza as always bc she’s the best and reads all my stuff before i even think about putting it anywhere on the internet lol <3
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Hey lovely!! Could we see 66 with Hector? 👀👀
66: "I'll get you eventually."
(you sure can, darling!! 🥰
We’ll say Hector has his own Reader here, just to keep things simple. minor warnings for stalker-y behavior bc hello, yandere, definitely 18+ below. I had to tweak this line just a little bit, but hopefully in a way you like!
thanks for your patience babe! 🖤)
no mistakes, know the stakes
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It was October, sure, but this was Louisiana - it was still warm enough for you to walk around outside in your favorite sleeveless blouse and some cute shorts today, as you wandered through the weekend open air market in the historic part of town. You weren’t looking for anything in particular, really... between the weather being lovely and just being antsy to get out of your house, it seemed like as good an excuse as any to feel the sun on your skin. You were taking your time at every stall, meandering between the rows to see everything from local honey to hand-crocheted blankets. Just the kind of cute, homey things you’d expect to see in a place as small as this one.
You’d probably been there about an hour or so, chatting with some of the friendlier old ladies who’d parked lawn chairs outside the small salon on the corner to watch the goings on, then sampling from the couple food trucks that had drove out here from one of the closer cities as it got closer to noon, before you realized that even as you moved alone through this crowd of people, you weren’t exactly... alone.
The first time you heard the camera shutter, you’d written it off as something else - someone taking a photo of one of the vendors for the little local paper or something, or maybe someone with their phone’s sound still on (for some godforsaken reason).
It was when it happened the second time, when you’d moved stalls entirely, that you realized the sound was moving with you. It was close enough that if they weren’t taking photos of you, they were taking photos of something very near you. But following you for this long, and just happening to take photos of things that were always just in your periphery?
Unlikely.
Experimentally, you moved away from the stalls entirely, walking towards the mostly empty plastic tables and metal chairs the organizers had set out at the end of the main thoroughfare for visitors to linger, maybe chow down on something from the aforementioned food trucks. There was no one there, currently, but it was still plenty public - which would be helpful, if it was who you thought it was.
You loitered there, taking your phone out of your bag and pretending to scroll through it idly while you tested your theory. It took just long enough that you wondered if maybe you had been being paranoid - not that you could really blame yourself - and maybe it really was just some intern or volunteer taking photos for some neighborhood newsletter or some such.
But then you heard the click a third time, and you rolled your eyes. “Hi, Hector.”
You turned in the direction of a fourth shutter sound, looking around just in time to catch him still watching you through the lens of his camera. He wasn’t far away - if anything, just far enough that he looked like he was taking photos of a willing subject. Which was what he was counting on people thinking, of course.
When he at last let the camera down, revealing those stunningly dark eyes of his, the fluttering feeling in your chest reminded you that you weren’t exactly an unwilling subject, either.
“Querida.” Hector smiled, something that always reminded you somehow of a fox - subtle, and clever, like he was laughing at a joke he hadn’t let you in on yet. He walked over slowly, flipping through the photos he’d just taken with an almost bored expression. “You look pretty today.” He met your eyes when he was standing only a couple feet away from you, just barely enough distance to be respectful. He himself was just in his typical jeans and a worn t-shirt, a flannel shirt straight out of the nineties tied at his waist in this warm Fall weather. “But don’t you always.” It wasn’t a question. Not from him.
You felt a smile quirk at the corner of your mouth, but you did your best to bite it back. Hector was handsome - he knew that, with those gorgeous eyes of his and those cheekbones - but he was so fucking cocky with you, it drove you a little bit insane. From the moment you’d first stumbled across him downtown one afternoon, staring into the empty windows of some abandoned storefront, and he’d turned his gaze to you, he’d acted like the two of you hooking up was inevitable. Not like he was rude, or boorish about it... no, he was always unfailingly sweet to you, in his own way. It was just that he acted like he knew something you didn’t, or had some certainty in his back pocket. Which wasn’t to say you hadn’t thought about hooking up, either - christ, look at him - but there was a deeper part of you that felt the need to challenge that assumption first. You needed to prove to him that you weren’t something to be taken for granted, and couldn’t be won over just by him always being around. And god, was he always around - you swore you couldn’t go anywhere lately without him turning up to chat with you at least once, just like this.
“You really have nothing better to do than follow me everywhere, huh?” You raised an eyebrow, teasing him while still keeping your face casual.
Hector shrugged a shoulder. “There’s only so much here worth photographing,” he said, again with that slight aloofness to him. “It’s not my fault you’re the best view.” He gave you what was very definitely a once over before meeting your eyes, as if returning your challenge.
“How kind of you to grace the rest of us with your presence.” You tilted your head to the side, taking him in yourself. “Must be hard to be a photographer when you get most of your shots by sneaking up on people.”
Hector’s smile returned, like he definitely knew something you didn’t. “If I asked you to model for me, you’d just say no.” He tilted his head in return, mocking your gesture slightly. “And I don’t think I could handle you telling me no, sweetheart.”
You felt your face heat just slightly, but did your best to keep your expression in check. Shit, that was smooth. “It’s a poor artist that can’t take rejection, you know.”
Hector took another step closer to you, and you had to resist the urge to step back slightly, determined not to let on exactly how your knees felt like jelly right now. “Oh, I get rejected all the time,” he said, something... darker to his smile now. “It’s just a fact of life when you do what I do. But,” His tone grew softer as you two were basically face to face. “It just hurts so much more when it comes from your muse.”
You studied him for a long moment, your brain scrambling in the wake of that, holy shit. His smile widened, like he knew you couldn’t parry that with just a quip, and you decided to take a different tactic entirely. You shifted your bag strap on your shoulder, tilting your chin up at him defiantly. “You don’t know for sure what I’d say if you asked.”
Hector blinked, and you inwardly crowed at the flicker in his confident facade. “Oh really?”
“You can’t.” You shrugged like this was obvious. “Because you’ve never bothered, have you? You just... assume.” You finally let yourself smirk. “And I thought you were all about exploring beyond the surface, with your work.” You wet your lower lip, definitely playing with him a little bit now. “Oh well.” You moved to brush past him, catching just a trace of the heady scent he wore - something that always reminded you of something cold, almost spectral.
You were so caught in that for a moment you missed when he gently took your wrist in his hand, only noticing it when he gently tugged you back to him, pulling you so you were once again face to face and even closer than before.
He didn’t say anything right away, and you didn’t try to move, transfixed by the definite tension you could feel pass between the pair of you. You had to fight the urge to brush some of the longer strands of his dark hair away from his eyes as he looked down at your wrist in his hand, studying it like it was something rare and beautiful. At last, his eyes met yours again, looking up at you through lashes that were so gorgeous it honestly wasn’t fair. “...Would you say yes?” he said, and in the midst of the bright day around you, something about the way his tone was hushed felt like you’d suddenly stepped into shadow. His eyes searched your face, and your originally flippant answer suddenly died on your tongue in the wake of his odd intensity.
“...Ask me genuinely - like you’re not taking anything for granted,” you said, inwardly quite proud of yourself for managing not to stutter as you met his eyes. “And I’ll genuinely think about it.” 
You couldn’t quite read his expression as you carefully pulled your wrist from his grip, but didn’t stop your hand from brushing his as you walked off. “I’ll see you around, Hector.”
You didn’t hear him protest as you walked away, and for a while, you couldn’t help but smile to yourself, wondering if you’d left him speechless for once. That would be a first - especially because it felt like he made you feel tongue-tied so often. You relished the idea of those endlessly dark eyes going slightly wide, maybe that permanent smirk of his displaced into something a little less self-assured. In fact, it gave you such a strong feeling of satisfaction that you let yourself turn, looking over your shoulder to see if he was still staring at you — and stumbling slightly when you realized he wasn’t there. You looked back down the row of stalls as best you could, wondering where he could’ve gotten to so quickly… before rolling your eyes again, and just continuing on your way.
“Dudes,” you muttered to yourself, again adjusting your bag strap on your shoulder as you took a back street towards the block where you’d parked your car. Time would tell if he would try again - you imagined he would, given how persistent he’d been since he met you. He didn’t seem like the type to give up easily. Although now that you’d given him a taste of his own “coy and mysterious” act, you wondered if he’d think about changing his tactics—
You didn’t notice him until he was basically right on top of you, emerging from an alley on your right to pull you into its shade with him. You let out a small yelp of surprise as he pushed you back against a wall, but gently enough that you didn’t scrape yourself on the bricks or bump your head.
Before you even had time to process that, his mouth was barely a centimeter from yours.
You didn’t protest - you had wondered if this would happen, to be honest. You’d just imagined it under different circumstances. You met his gaze as he watched you closely, seeing if you would pull away or object. Instead, you found yourself glancing quickly from his nebulous eyes to his mouth and back again, unable to help a smug smile of your own. “So that worked, huh?”
Hector took your face in his hands, his thumbs delicately tracing your cheekbones… before he kissed you with such ferocity, you would have gasped if you had any breath left. Between the rasp of his beard on your skin and his tongue in your mouth, you quickly found yourself feeling overwhelmed by him, like he’d been waiting to do this for ages and was taking it all out on you now. Not in a way you disliked, however.
And you definitely didn’t dislike it when he shoved his knee between your thighs, pushing you back into the wall and suddenly moving his hands to your hips with a surprising amount of force.
You shivered, laughing softly as you nipped playfully at his lip - only to have it turn into a soft moan as he exerted just the barest amount of pressure between your legs to fully pin you against the wall. His mouth fell to the column of your neck, pressing soft kisses down the side as one hand moved to carefully, slowly undo your shorts.
“Yes or no, baby?” He tilted his head to look at you, that know-something smirk back in place. His voice was dark in a way you hadn’t heard before, that made your toes curl inside your shoes.
“Yes,” you whispered, your hands moving to grasp his biceps under the thin t-shirt he was wearing. He laughed softly, then carefully, lasciviously passed his tongue over two of his fingers while keeping eye contact the entire time.
You had to bite down hard on your lip as his slid them past the waistband of your shorts and your underwear, his fingertips circling your clit in a way that immediately made your knees go weak. They did this long enough for your breath to start catching in your chest before dipping lower experimentally, teasing at your entrance before sliding inside you enough to make you clench around him.
“Querida,” he grinned, his face only a fraction away from yours as he began to fuck you slowly. “You’re so pretty, you know that? You’ve been so shy with me up until now,” a twist of his fingers made you whine softly, your head falling back against the wall. “But you’re lovely when you let yourself open up like this.” His grin turned somewhat darker as his thumb found your clit, and you gasped. “I had no idea my muse was such a little whore, though,” he pressed his cheek to yours to whisper in your ear. “But I love it. It’s so… unexpected.” He leaned down, licking a hot stripe up the side of your neck. “I wonder what else you’ll surprise me with when you’re mine.”
This little declaration went straight to the white hot center of you, and you felt yourself clenching hard around his fingers, your nails digging into his skin just the same.
“Is my sweetheart gonna come for me?” he whispered, pressing his nose to your cheek. “Are you gonna let me see how beautiful you look when you do, up close?”
That last addition registered somewhere in the part of your brain that wasn’t in the midst of hazy bliss - what did he mean ‘up close’? When had he seen you otherwise? But another stroke of the rough pad of his thumb obliterated that thought entirely, and you nodded, trying your best to muffle the moan that threatened to leave you.
“C’mon, baby,” Hector whispered, and you felt a hand - a surprisingly cold one, through the fabric of your shorts - grip your other hip hard, where previously his hand that had been there had been warm. “Show me that gorgeous face of yours, yeah?”
His fingers twisted against a spot that made everything inside you feel like it was aflame, and your mouth fell open as your head fell further back, not caring anymore if your strangled cry attracted any unwanted attention.
In the midst of coming undone, through your fluttering eyelashes as you shook against Hector’s thigh, you made out something that wasn’t his face. It took you a minute to realize he was taking photos of you through your orgasm on his phone, watching you with an intensity that would’ve set your cheeks on fire if the phone hadn’t already. You felt yourself tightening around his fingers even more than before, realizing that as embarrassed as you were - you liked this.
“Preciosa,” Hector said under his breath, looking between the shots on his phone and back to you with an appreciative, almost hungry gaze. “I knew you’d be exquisite.” He slid his phone back in his pocket, leaning forward to kiss you deeply as he pulled his fingers from inside you. “And I knew I’d get you eventually,” he added with a smug whisper, pulling back so you could see as he licked your slick from his fingers.
Part of you was slightly confused in your post-high haze - if he’d been fucking you one hand, and the other had been holding his phone… you frowned for just a moment, going to look down at your hip where a cold hand had held you in place, but Hector took your chin in his hand and kissed you hard again, this time so you could taste yourself on his tongue.
When at last he pulled away (after refastening your shorts, to his credit), he stuffed his hands in his pockets, watching you keenly as you tried to straighten yourself out. “Next time we’ll do things properly, I promise - dinner, dancing, whatever my muse wants,” he said quietly. When you met his eyes again, feeling slightly shy now despite this encounter, he winked at you. “I just had to see what you’d actually say, first.”
Your mouth fell open slightly, your brain again trying to find something to fire back with, but Hector just laughed. “See you later, sweetheart.” And without another word, he turned, heading back down the alley where he’d come from - probably to grab his camera, which you’d noticed was mysteriously missing. As he walked, you saw him pull his phone out of his pocket again, and you could swear you saw him swiping through his photos with what looked like a smirk.
You lingered against the wall for a bit, waiting for your knees to re-solidify and your cheeks to stop burning before you were confident enough to walk the rest of the way to the car. You didn’t see anybody as you went, but something about that little encounter had left you feeling… different. In fact, instead of hoping nobody could see it on you, with every step you found yourself hoping that somebody would - that you’d run into someone, randomly, and they’d be struck immediately by your brazenness. You felt powerful, gorgeous even. You couldn’t stop smirking to yourself as you half-walked, half strutted the rest of the way there.
When you found your car in its lonely spot, you also found something waiting for you beneath your windshield wiper - a polaroid, of all things, of some beautiful white roses. You gazed at them, both delighted and transfixed, before turning it over, looking for anything you’d recognize to tell you who it was from.
On the back in looping, messy handwriting was a note:
“Dinner Friday, at 7? I know a place. Text me.
- H”
At the bottom was written his number, and you blinked, looking around. There’s no way he could’ve gotten over here fast enough to leave this. Not without you seeing him. If anything, you realized, he would’ve had to leave this earlier. Maybe even before he came and found you to begin with.
You felt your cheeks blaze with heat again, and even before you got all the way into your car, you were pulling out your phone.
[Fine. But you’re buying after that.]>
You smiled to yourself as you started your car and drove off. Okay. So maybe saying yes hadn’t been the worst thing in the world.
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(Aaah I hope you like it!! ✨ Thanks for being so sweet, babe!)
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cali-holland · 3 years
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Forever and Ever, Ch. 5: Everything’s Coming Up Roses
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Tom Holland X Osterfield!Reader, Wedding Series
After months apart, you and Tom are reunited, but, with fans and paparazzi hot on your trail, it’s hard to enjoy private time together, like looking for wedding flowers and buying condoms.
Warnings: swearing, sexual themes (condom buying)
Word Count: 3400
Series Masterlist
Masterlist   Tom Holland Masterlist
“Can you find the time to let your lover hold you
He needs somebody to hold to
His love is strong and so true
His arrows aiming for you
And he's the one that you were born to love
Love like this may come once
Baby it's fate
Like a soul mate he's your penguin”
Penguin, Christina Perri
A/N: this is rushed and unedited bc i’m going out of town sooo yeah enjoy
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Tom wasn’t sure what he was expecting when he pulled up to the airport at 5 in the morning, but he definitely wasn’t expecting a small group of paparazzi and fans waiting at the exit of the baggage claim. No matter how they knew he was there, he was caught in a frustrated embarrassment.
With a small sigh, he stepped out of his car in his flannel green penguin printed pajama pants and his pink hoodie (he thoroughly regretted thinking “I can just wear my pajamas, no one will see me” earlier this morning when he was rushing out of the apartment). Doing his best to ignore the cameras that were most definitely on him, his face lit up when he saw you grabbing your luggage off the conveyor belt in baggage claim. Harrison stood beside you, having already grabbed his bags.
“Someone looks cozy.” You teased as Tom came up to the two of you.
“I think this is the best look I’ve had all year.” He joked, wrapping his arms around you. He barely got out “I missed you” before his lips were on yours.
“You know there’s paps here, right?” Harrison said, doing his best to not look at the cameras. You waved off your brother, continuing to savor Tom’s lips for another moment before stepping back, satisfied with the tender kiss. Your hand slipped into his, and he grabbed your luggage.
“I can carry it.” You insisted, and he shook his head.
“Nope. I’ve got it.” He stated. 
Harrison rolled his eyes playfully at the two of you and held onto his own luggage. The three of you made your way out of the airport and to the car.
“Can’t wait for the press to have a field day with those pictures.” Tom grumbled as he loaded up your luggage into the car. He got into the driver’s seat and you sat beside him in the passenger’s seat while Harrison tried his best to catch up on sleep in the back.
“I love these pajamas though.” You smiled, cheekily running a finger on his thigh over one of the penguins.
Tom’s hand found yours, intertwining your fingers, while he drove away from the airport. “You only say that because you bought me these.”
“And you bought me them too, so we can match. I even brought them, so we can be wearing green penguins together.” You said, making a chuckle escape his lips. Tom placed a chaste kiss to the back of your hand, the smile never really leaving his face.
“How was the flight?” He asked.
“Would’ve been better if someone wasn���t snoring the whole time.”
“Fuck off,” Harrison grumbled from the backseat, “Better than you on Pinterest the entire flight.”
“I was only on Pinterest because you wouldn’t let me sleep.” You stated, turning around to look at him, just to see that his eyes were closed with his head leaned up against the headrest.
When you all got back to Tom’s rented apartment, Harrison made his way into the guest room, fully planning on sleeping for a majority of the day, while you changed into your own penguin pajama pants and one of Tom’s hoodies. As you came out of the bathroom, you saw Tom already curled up under the bedsheets.. Smiling at your sleepy fiance, you carefully slid into the bed as the clock struck 6. Tom let out a soft sigh, shifting to wrap his arms around you immediately.
“I love you so much.” He murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple.
“I love you, too.” You whispered as you cuddled in closer to him, letting your penguin covered legs intertwine with his.
You woke up a few hours later with sunlight streaming in through his open blinds. You contemplated getting up to fix them, but with Tom’s arm draped over you as he continued to sleep, you decided against it. Grabbing your phone from the nightstand, you shifted a little so that you were out of the sole spot of sun in the room. Tom turned around next to you, his face falling right beside your shoulder, close enough that you could feel his warm, steady breaths fanning the hoodie. 
Quietly, you snuck a quick picture of him, smiling at how his hair flopped onto his forehead and his mouth hung open just enough for a few snores to slip past. Without giving it a second thought, you posted the photo to your Instagram, teasingly captioning it: ‘send help, i think he’s drooling’. You held back a laugh, thinking of his reaction when he’d wake up to see the image, but it wasn’t something he hadn’t done to you.
In fact, that was how he confirmed your relationship after you’d first gotten together.
“What if we went public?” You said casually one night, wrapped up in Tom’s arms in bed as you two watched a movie on his laptop.
“I thought you wanted to wait.” Tom replied, surprise clear in his tone as he stopped the movie.
“Well, I did, but there’s already rumors, and we’re both happy and comfortable, right?” As soon as you said the words, you felt a small glimmer of doubt starting to creep in. What if Tom thought you two weren’t ready for that step? It was his career after all.
“Of course I’m happy with you. But I know the media and the fans can be a lot. If we go public, there’s no real going back from that.”
“Tom,” You grabbed his hand and squeezed it reassuringly, “It’s okay. I can handle it.”
After a few happy kisses of excitement, you two spent the rest of the night trying to decide what pictures would be okay. You both wanted it to be subtle, and, even though you’d only been dating for three months, it was oddly difficult to choose what image you wanted to signify “hey world, we’re dating”. It was late when you two finally settled on the perfect picture and decided tomorrow would be the day, the day that you both post about your relationship.
Tom woke up first that next morning, and a smile played on his lips as he saw you snuggled up to him, still wearing his t-shirt from last night. He was face up on his back, and your cheek was pressed right over his shirtless chest, directly above his heart. With an arm draped over his waist, you subconsciously clung to him. He slowly reached for his phone, doing his best to not move and wake you. Phone in hand, he smirked proudly to himself as he took a picture of you. 
He tensed, hearing the camera click loudly. You shuffled on his chest. Still half-asleep, you mumbled, “Did you just take a picture of me?”
“Maybe.” Tom chuckled lightly, leaning down to kiss the top of your head. You didn’t seem to be truly bothered, drifting off to sleep again. Tom looked down at you and then at the picture, and he felt his heart swell with happiness.
He loved you, he just hadn’t told you that yet. And he couldn’t be more excited to share you with the world. Throwing away all picture conversations from the night before, he pulled up Instagram to post his new favorite picture of you. Keeping it simple, all he put as the caption was a single heart emoji, thinking that the picture would explain enough. Even with your face partially obscured, he knew the fans would know who you are; after all, you weren’t wrong last night when you said that fans already speculated that you two were together (though maybe publicly hanging out with you with no one else around was a bit of a give away).
The second after he hit post, he exited the app, locking his phone for now. He didn’t need the stress of seeing people’s reactions, not when you were there in his arms right now. He found himself subconsciously starting to caress your back, loosely running his fingers through your hair, as a way to calm himself down. His soft touches slowly woke you up.
Wordlessly, you reached a hand behind your back, taking Tom’s hand in yours. Murmuring, you asked, “Why are you nervous?”
Tom couldn’t open his mouth to respond before his phone began to ring, the ringtone telling the two of you that it was his manager. He grimaced at the sound, and you sat up to look at him, the blankets pooling around you. You eyed him suspiciously, “You took a picture and posted it, didn’t you?”
“If I say yes, will you hate me?” Tom asked, a sheepish smile on his face. You quickly grabbed your phone, pulling up Instagram. The post of you was blowing up your own account, an influx of followers suddenly coming in as well as pictures of you. When you saw Tom’s post, you softened, smiling at the picture of you taken only moments earlier. If anyone else had taken a picture of you and posted it without your consent, you would’ve been upset, but this was Tom, who you loved.
“I’ll get you back for this.” You teased, putting your phone aside to lean in and kiss him.
“Oh, will you now?” He mumbled against your lips.
Later that night, you posted a picture as well. It was simple, no caption necessary, just your legs in his lap, holding onto his arm as you leaned into him. And posting stolen pictures of each other sleeping became a regular occurrence, whether it be you sleeping on the plane beside Tom or Tom sleeping on set, cuddling you on a couch.
You felt Tom’s arms tighten around you momentarily before he blinked awake. He turned to face you, a sleepy smile on his face. Mumbling sweetly, he said, “You’re my favorite thing to wake up to.”
“You’re mine, too.” You reached a hand behind his neck, loosely playing with his curls as you pulled him in for a kiss. He smiled into the kiss, his lips tenderly moving over yours. It was soft, yet passionately full of love, the both of you savoring being together again.
The kiss slowly grew heated with you tugging lightly on his curls and him dipping his tongue between your lips. When you felt Tom’s hands wander to your waistline, thumbing the top of your pajama bottoms, you reluctantly pulled away. Tom opened his eyes, furrowing his eyebrows at you in confusion, “Is something wrong?”
“I switched my pills.” You said with a small sigh. When his confusion remained, you explained further, “My birth control pills. They won’t be fully effective for a couple more weeks.”
“Well, that’s shit planning.” Tom joked, before giving you a quick, reassuring kiss. “I can ask Harrison-”
“No.” You shook your head immediately. “You can’t seriously go ask him for a condom.”
“You’re right.” He let out a sigh, throwing his head back in frustration. “Guess we’re buying condoms today.”
“Don’t forget we’ve got the florist to see, too.” You laughed.
“Condoms and flowers. Perfect shopping list.”
A few short hours later, you and Tom walked into the nearby store, hand in hand, looking for the one thing neither of you had purchased in ages.
“We should get flavored ones.” You joked.
“But you won’t taste them.” Tom replied, pulling the hat down further on his face as you two stepped into the condom aisle, which thankfully was empty. While Tom had no problem with wearing condoms as protection or with buying them, the last thing he needed was for someone to recognize him. As you both came to a stop in front of the condom selection, your eyes went wide. “Where are the normal ones? And why are they all in Spanish?”
“Well, we are in Spain.” You leaned into his side, squeezing his hand reassuringly. Tom felt like his eyes were straining, stress bubbling up inside him as he stared at the boxes. He cursed himself for not knowing more than basic Spanish, and he definitely didn’t want to go through the embarrassment of asking for help.
“I say we get this one.” Tom grabbed the first box off the shelf.
“Pequeño? You know that means small, right?” You bit back a laugh as he huffed, putting it back on the shelf. You heard shuffling from behind you, and you felt him tense a little. Another couple, around your age, was now not too far from you, also looking at the condoms. Tom tried to pay no mind to them, grabbing another random box.
“That brand’s not very good.” The guy down the aisle said, his nose twisted up in disgust. “They’re uncomfortable.”
“Oh, um, thank you.” Tom replied, clearing his throat awkwardly before putting the box back.
“You should get those.” The man pointed out, laughing a little. You and Tom looked at the box in question, and you couldn’t stop yourself from bursting out in laughter. Though Tom was doing his best despite the painful awkwardness of it all, he completely choked up at the red and blue box. It was safe to say, up until that moment, neither you nor Tom knew that Spider-Man themed condoms were a thing. “It’s actually a really good brand.”
“So, we’re getting these.” You said, through your laughter, grabbing the box with the iconic Queens superhero on it.
“Wow, never thought I’d be on a condom box.” Tom looked at the box in disbelief, before looking at the couple. “I take it you’re fans then?”
“Yes.” They both nodded.
“Congratulations on your engagement, by the way.” The girl stated with a smile.
“Thank you.” You replied happily. 
“Could we ask for a picture or-” The guy began to ask, and Tom nodded.
“Just not in the condom aisle.” He laughed.
After a few pictures with the two fans, you both bought the condoms and managed to leave the store without getting recognized again. Following a quick stop back at the apartment (to drop off the condoms… among other things), you and Tom arrived at a local flower shop. Tom held onto your hand as you walked up and down the aisles, admiring the sights, smells, and feels of the various flowers. For how often Tom sent you flowers, he never really thought to look past the classic rose.
“What about hydrangeas?” You asked him, coming to a stop in front of a display of pink, purple, and white hydrangeas, all their petals beautifully bunched together.
“They look nice.” Tom hummed in agreement. “I like the pink better.”
“Me too.” You took out your phone to add the flower to your list, wanting to make sure you remembered which flowers in particular you two liked.
“Gardenias. Isn’t this the candle you have?” He asked, leaning down to smell one of the petite white flowers.
“Yes, it’s the candle you bought me.” You replied with a little laugh. 
“I’ve got good taste.” He smiled proudly. You continued your walk amongst the flowers, adding carnations and baby’s breath to your list.
When the two of you made your way over to the roses, you noticed another customer, a teenage girl, had her phone out, and she did her best to not make it obvious that she was filming the two of you. You couldn’t get a word out to Tom before he checked his phone and spoke up, “Harry and Harrison want to go out for drinks tonight.”
“Sounds like we’ll all be hungover tomorrow morning.” You laughed, leaning into him as he eyed the roses. You pressed a kiss to his cheek, whispering quietly in his ear, “We’ve been spotted again.”
“At least we’re looking at flowers, not condoms.” He chuckled softly. “Let’s just decide on some roses and then we can go back to the apartment, alright?”
“Sounds like a plan.” You replied. As you checked the tags on the roses, Tom did his best to look distracted. It was obvious why you two were in a floral shop, one that centered around wedding flowers, but he still didn’t want a wave of fans and paps to disrupt his time with you. Getting spotted three times in one day was incredibly unusual for him.
The fan never stepped forward to talk to either of you, and you both just played it off as if you weren’t being filmed while browsing flowers. By the time you two left the shop, there was a small crowd of paparazzi. Tom held onto your hand tightly, leading you through the crowd of flashing cameras.
“When’s the wedding?” “Who’s invited to the wedding?” Every question the paps threw at you two were wedding-themed, and it wasn’t until you two were in the safety of Tom’s car that you let out a shaky breath, one that you hadn’t even realized you were holding.
“That was fun.” Tom said, annoyance clear in his tone as he started up the car. You kept your hand in his, knowing he needed the physical affirmation of comfort. Once he had driven far enough away that the photographs had stopped, he pressed a kiss to the back of your hand.
“We’ll be extra sneaky at the pub.” You joked, making him playfully roll his eyes.
Later that night, when the four of you were out, you and Tom were beyond thankful for the lack of fans and paps in view. The freedom of not having a camera (well, besides Harry’s) on you two was quite possibly the best feeling in the world. It was just the four of you having a good time, nothing getting out that neither of you wanted out. Unfortunately, Harry wouldn’t let you two forget the pictures that were circulating all over the Internet today- you two standing in front of condoms, searching for which pack to buy.
“You know you two wouldn’t have gotten recognized if Tom wasn’t there.” Harry joked, but all of you knew the truth in that statement, even Tom.
“He’s the reason I need them.” You teased, and Tom laughed.
“Three times. Three bloody times today.” Tom sighed, taking a long drink of his beer. “We can’t even go to the store without someone seeing us.”
“Still can’t believe that fan outed us.” You added with a lighthearted laugh. “First they take a picture of us in front of condoms and then they ask for a picture.”
“While it might be great for you to talk about your sibling’s sex life, I don’t want to talk about my sister’s.” Harrison told Harry, an unamused look on his face. You rolled your eyes at him before snuggling even closer to Tom in the booth.
“What? They’ve been boning since that New Year’s party a few years ago, and they’re getting married now. Get over it.” Harry chuckled, and all eyes fell on him. You and Tom exchanged a quick glance, silently questioning how Harry knew about that, while Harrison just looked at him dumbfounded.
“How did you know about that?” Tom questioned, not really catching that Harrison was lost at the current conversation.
“You and Y/N went to your room at midnight and I saw her leave the next morning. I may have been sloshed and then severely hungover, but I know a hookup when I see one.” Harry explained before taking a sip of his beer. It was then that he looked over at Harrison, who was glancing between you and Tom, as you two both sported the same sheepish smiles.
“You hooked up with my sister?” Harrison accused Tom, his tone caught somewhere between disgusted by and angry with his best friend.
“Yes?” Tom answered truthfully, but it came out as more of a question. You slapped his arm lightly.
“You weren’t supposed to tell him.” You muttered, though both Harrison and Harry could hear you clearly.
“He knows now.” He replied, as if Harrison wasn’t there to speak for himself.
It was silent for a moment as Harrison processed the new information and Harry decided to just bite his tongue, not realizing that he had pieced together confidential information years ago. You took a long drink of your beer before sighing a little, “Well, we’re getting married anyway, so clearly it worked out.”
“Let’s just never talk about this again.” Harrison offered, getting up to grab you all another round.
“Agreed.” You and Tom replied synchronously.
Tom had thought the worst part of his day was wearing cringey pajamas to the airport, but nope, it was buying Spider-Man condoms and Harrison learning about  New Year’s Eve. Both conversations, he’d gladly never bring up ever again.
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yeochikin · 3 years
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butterfly & puppy. | j. yunho
a/n: i had this idea for a while now and i’m glad that i finally have a full idea on how to do it aaa enjoy reading! and feedbacks are very much appreciated 🥺💖 also, tagging @closer-stars bcs she asked me to hehe
word count: 3.6k
main focus: yunho x fem. reader
warning(s): none really, just strangers to friends type of plot ehe.
lithe digits curled themselves into small fists upon having both arms being stretched out, y/n released a quiet noise underneath her breath at how the tight knots that had formed in her back slowly came to loosen themselves with the stretching after the long hours of sleep in her worn out mattress from the few years of usage. with a and rubbing her face, the young woman slowly got out of bed before letting her legs lead her to the window, pulling the curtains back. 
the action, however, managed to let the morning’s brightness fill itself into the small dim bedroom of hers. with how she had only just roused from her sleep, her eyes immediately shut tight out of instinct before they blinked a few times to adjust themselves to the day’s way of greeting her. despite how painfully bright it was, a fond smile made its way over her tiers as soon as her irises were finally able to focus on the scenery right in front of her.
the skies weren't gloomy by all means, yet y/n could still see how the sun was hiding itself behind the slow-passing clouds, reminding the young woman of some type of cotton candy being hung on the sky. the bright flowers from her little garden she had proudly created ever since last year somehow became a contrast to the skies above, varying from the colours of yellow, red, purple, and green. looking closely, she could tell that there was a brief shower from last night due to the fact how damp the leaves looked and how her pots seemed to darken with their shade of colour. 
breathing in a sigh out of content, y/n pulled herself away from her window to go on about her morning routine, already making a mental plan of making a trip to the marketplace, where people from different districts would come together during the weekends to sell their produce in the city. though, it would be best to leave her house as early as possible. 
she wouldn’t want to miss out on the best items being sold for being late due to the long minutes of waiting for the second train. 
giving herself one more glance in the mirror, y/n’s fingertips gingerly brushed some of the stray hairs away from her face before clipping them with a simple hairclip in the shape of butterfly wings, the corners of her lips turning up ever so little with how satisfied she looked in the mirror. with one final brush of her hands along the creases of her dress, a low hum vibrated against the back of her throat.
she’s all ready to head to the train station.
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upon arriving in the train station, her eyes widened ever so slightly at how there was quite a crowd. though, she should have expected it sooner knowing how the marketplace was very much known to attract visitors from all over the place, her area was no exception. glancing up at the sign, the bold red neon letters and numbers in the sign indicated that there was still a few more minutes to kill for the train to arrive. 
tugging her self-made knitted bag close to her side, the young woman decided to wait just near the sides where there were less crowds but close enough to give her access near the doors in case the train arrives soon. a clear lesson she had taught herself after the occasional times of standing quite a distance away from the automatic sliding doors of the train during the crowded times. 
while waiting, she noticed heavy footsteps making their way to where she was standing. as if on reflex, y/n turned her head to the side in wonder who it could be. much to her surprise, a tall young man, most likely around her age more or less, stood just a few steps away from her with both hands in the pockets of his trousers paired with a light blue flannel, a white t-shirt underneath it, with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. she even noticed the slight waviness of his onyx strands, reminding her of the midnight sky she would see during one of her sleepless nights.
however, something had caught her eye. something was sticking on the back of his flannel, it wasn’t large though it certainly wasn’t that small to go unnoticed either. with her teeth digging against the inside of her cheek, y/n contemplated whether to tell him or leave it be, thinking that the male would notice it sooner or later as he went about his day. 
but of course, the urge to tear to pick the item away was bothering her mind, taking a deep breath as she  approached the tall stranger. 
giving his arm a couple of pokes to gain his attention, y/n couldn’t help but to feel her breath hitch at how undeniably attractive he is. however, admiring the stranger is not her biggest objective for now. timidly smiling up at the taller man, her index finger pointed out at the said item stuck on the back of his top. 
“excuse me, i couldn’t help but notice something stuck on your shirt.” she said, the timbres of her voice all soft. 
y/n noted how the male’s eyes blinked down at her widely before his hand came up to lightly feel around his back for the item, eyebrows furrowing once the tips of his fingers came in contact with the unknown object. finally able to take it off, the both of them looked down to see it was a sticker.
a sticker of.. a puppy?
it was when the taller male released a sheepish laugh that brought her attention back to his features, watching at how his free hand rubbed the back of his neck. she couldn’t help but to wonder if it was even possible for someone’s eyes to shine with a certain twinkle in them while smiling before their gazes met once again.
“ah, it must have been my little brother. he recently had a hobby of collecting stickers, i guess he somehow stuck one on me.” he explained, earning a quiet titter from the young woman, a hand over her lips as she did so. 
“and here i thought it was some type of fashion item.” she said in a playful manner.
once again, the two shared another round of brief chortles before the male pointed at the butterfly hairclip on her hair.
“believe me, it wouldn’t rival against your hairclip right there.” he said, playfully sending the young woman a wink, to which effectively made her cheeks grow warm from the compliment. 
“why thank you…?” she trailed off, head tilting to the side in question.
the onyx haired male seemed to catch the questioning tone in her voice, lips forming a small ‘o’ in realisation as he stretched out his hand towards her. though, before he could even tell her his name, the familiar rumbling noise echoed throughout the train station, both of their heads looking up at the source.
suddenly, a crowd came out of nowhere as soon as the doors of the train slid open, causing the two to separate so the others could pass. though disappointed that she didn’t get his name, y/n quickly made her way into the train, immediately looking around for a feat considering how she wouldn’t arrive after a few more stops to her destination. 
disappointed with how she noticed most of the seats were taken, the young woman decided to just stand, hoping that she’ll be able to sit during the stops at the stations ahead before the marketplace. though she couldn’t help but to wonder.
will the stranger stop at the same station as her? or will it be another fleeting conversation she would have with the number of strangers she had met? 
y/n concluded that the answer would be the latter. 
while she was too deep in her thoughts, the young woman failed to notice the beeping noise of the train, indicating that it will start its journey to the next station. it was when the sudden jerk of the train that had her emit a sharp gasp, losing her balance. her eyes quickly shut as she waited for the impact, yet it never came.
“careful there, butterfly.” a familiar voice reached her ears, making y/n’s head snap up. 
it could be the universe playing its tricks on you or the coincidence for the day is just too strong. 
“i have a name, puppy.” she retorted, causing both to chortle as she finally regained her balance, her hand quick to grab onto the pole near her for balance with how the train kept reaching the slight curves of the railways. 
“and i’m pretty sure the last time i checked, jeong yunho, was my name. not puppy.” the man, who she finally learned to be yunho, bit back with a gentle poke of his index finger against her arm. 
“well, jeong yunho, i’m y/n. l/n y/n.” 
from there, the both of them talked briefly as they waited for their stops. much to the female’s surprise, she learned that yunho is visiting the marketplace as well, claiming that he hasn’t been to one in a while due to having a tight schedule as of late, which y/n completely understood. 
y/n didn’t know what it was but she could feel a warm aura radiating off of the tall black haired male, it could be due to the fact that whenever he released a light laugh at a little joke they shared somehow made her feel safe at his side. she even took notice at how he tends to cover his lips with his hand whenever he laughed as they playfully bantered back and forth, finding it endearing. 
if she was being honest, she expected yunho to not spare another word to her because… well.. they were strangers. though, the young woman wasn’t complaining. she quite enjoyed his company, especially during their journey to the marketplace.
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“is it just me, or has the marketplace grown a lot bigger since i last visited?” y/n heard yunho say as the two stepped foot to the marketplace, the female’s eyes glinted with interest at the various items being sold from different vendors.
“oh it definitely grew.” she laughed, tugging her bag close to her as the both yunho and y/n started walking further into the market.
it was never a dull moment whenever she stepped foot to the marketplace. other than having a huge variety of food, drinks, plants, or even antique items being sold in the marketplace, the colours of the place will never fail to make her admire just how pretty it looked in its own way.
standing at a distance where she wouldn’t block anyone’s path, the young woman fished her phone out of her bag, immediately opening the camera app as she did so. her tongue poked the inside of her cheek as her eyebrows furrowed in concentration to make sure that the image of the potted plants that held a variety of colours were in the frame, the corners of her lips twitching up once she got the perfect angle. 
but before she could even press the shutter, a certain tall black haired male suddenly came into the frame with both of his hands up in the form of two ‘v’ signs, a large cheeky grin plastering itself over his handsome features at the sight of her dumbfounded expression. in return, her eyes squinted at the male as if glaring at him, to which yunho simply laughed before his own eyes widened at the sight of her charging towards him, and quickly side stepping as soon as the young woman neared him. giggling to himself, yunho immediately caught her in his arms so she wouldn’t crash into a random stranger. 
“careful there, butterfly. don’t want you to be the center of attention instead of this place, hm?” he said, a teasing tone was laced in his words, then letting her go afterwards. 
with a click of her tongue, y/n nudged his side before looking down at the picture, yunho peeking down at the picture as soon as she lifted her phone up ever so slightly so the male wouldn’t bend down as much to see the picture, only to burst out into a brief chortle.
“you’re lucky you look cute in here, puppy.” she laughed, motioning for the both of them to continue their little adventure in the marketplace. 
and with that, the two spent their time in the place admiring the different things on display, sometimes stopping by from vendor to vendor that offered free samples of food and drinks being promoted. yunho even decided to buy a few snacks that he thought his family might like, especially a couple of sweets for his little brother with how he has quite a sweet tooth, as yunho had mentioned it to you. 
while he was busy waiting for the vendor to pack his snacks, y/n had wandered to the little vendor where they sold handcrafted accessories that piqued her interest with how adorable each of them looked. the vendor, a middle aged lady with a kind beam plastered over her lips along with eyes that held so much kindness in them, greeted the younger woman. 
the young woman couldn’t help but to admire each and every accessory being displayed, ranging from rings, to necklaces, to earrings, and even bracelets! it seemed like they were all carefully handcrafted with how intricate the designs looked, making it seem like they held their own personality that the middled aged woman had made. 
“feel free to browse through, my dear. i hope one or two could catch your eye.” the older woman said, eyes crinkling as she grinned over at y/n. 
the female merely smiled back in return before focusing her gaze back to the accessories, complimenting the designs of the other’s craft, much to the middle aged woman’s delight. it was then, a certain accessory caught her eye, reaching out for the item to inspect it a little closer. 
it was a simple bracelet. the band around it was in the colour of a green that reminded her of the leaves from her little garden, and throughout the little crevices of the bracelet were little faux flowers that would make it seem flowers would circle the wearer’s wrist if they wore it. and to complete the look, a single butterfly charm with its wings painted in the shade of light blue decorated the middle of the bracelet. 
without a heartbeat, y/n immediately told the vendor that she had made her choice, the middle aged lady grinning in return as she took the chosen item in her wrinkled hands, that held many years of experience in crafting, to pack the little bracelet up. while doing so, y/n busied herself to pull out the appropriate amount of bills to pay. however, before she even had the chance to hand the money to the older woman, someone had beat her to it. 
“will this be enough?” yunho grinned as the vendor took the money to count.
at the gesture, y/n’s eyes widened as she gently hit yunho’s arm in return, immediately telling the vendor she will pay for it instead. yunho, seeing this, merely protested and pulled the other back.
“consider this as a gift for telling me about the sticker earlier.” yunho said, laughing at the way y/n’s eyes were glossed with guilt as her teeth sank down into the plush muscle of her lower lip, still insisting to pay for the bracelet. 
“i didn’t even get you anything.” she murmured, causing yunho to soften his features.
“you can treat me to…” he trailed off as he looked around the place, spotting a vendor that sold crepes.
“you can treat me to those crepes in return, so it’s all fair!” he pointed out, y/n following his gaze before giving him a faint nod of her head.
“crepes it is, puppy!” 
and with that, the two of them went to said vendor right after y/n had received her bracelet. along the way, she couldn’t help but to feel a tingle of giddiness at the gesture, feeling touched at the gesture by the taller one. 
seconds turned to minutes, and minutes turned to hours as the two explored the marketplace, yet the concept of time was long gone from their minds with how the two of them shared little facts of each other and even silly stories that the two couldn’t talk about during the train ride here, that the two of them almost missed the fact that most of the sellers had started packing their stuff for the day. 
and from there, the both of them decided to head back. 
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during the train ride home, yunho stared blankly out the window as the both of them were able to find seats this time. while he was admiring the scenery outside, he couldn’t help but to be reminded of the events that had occurred today. who knew that a puppy sticker that was stuck on the back of his flannel managed to create a new friendship between him and the other.
speaking of the young woman, she was awfully quiet during the train ride. tearing his gaze away from the window to the other, yunho couldn’t help but to release a quiet chortle at the sight next to him. 
y/n seemed to have fallen asleep next to him with how her head was tipped down, occasionally tipping back up as if a small part of her yelled at the young woman that she was about to fall off her seat. 
biting his lip, yunho quietly pulled her head so she was leaning against him, knowing how much her neck would feel sore in the aftermath of keeping it in that position if he didn’t pulled her in so she could rest against him. he held his breath as he watched the other shifted ever so slightly in her sleep, only then releasing a sigh out of relief once her features relaxed once again. a small gentle smile made its way over his lips as he was sure you were comfortable before looking back out the window.
it took a little while more until the speakers announced that the train was nearing their station, the announcement enough to make the sleeping girl rouse from her sleep. however, she didn’t expect to feel something soft press against her cheek. 
confused, her eyelids fluttered open sleepily before looking over to her side. it took her a few seconds for her brain to finally register that all this time, she was leaning against the black haired male, immediately sitting up properly. the sudden action was enough to make yunho switch his attention from the windows to the girl next to him, laughing lightly at her wide eyes yet somehow they still hinted some sleepiness in them. 
“slept well, i reckon?” he teased with a quirk of his brow. 
with a sheepish grin playing on her lips, y/n apologised, to which yunho waved off in a dismissive manner and telling her it was quite alright. it was when the train came to a stop that the two of them gathered their things and stood up, making their way out of the compartment along with other passengers.
once outside, yunho turned around to face the young woman, smiling down at her. “i guess this is goodbye?” 
she didn’t know why, but y/n could feel a slight twinge of disappointment with the idea of them separating. to be quite honest, she enjoyed spending the unexpected time with the taller man. yunho, who managed to mask his disappointment, felt the same way before his features brightened ever so little. 
y/n watched in confusion as yunho felt around his pockets, wondering if he had left anything behind in the train before they stepped off. but instead, yunho pulled out his phone and made quick work of unlocking it, before handing it to her.
there, an option to add a new contact was shown on the screen of his phone.
“i enjoyed having you as my company today, and it would be a shame if we stopped talking immediately.” yunho started, tilting his head to the side.
“if you want, can i have your number? i would like to get to know you better.” he added.
honestly, y/n had wondered if this day could get any more surprising than it already has been. grinning up at the male, y/n agreed and immediately typed in her number. her thumbs hovered over the keyboard of his phone for a brief second, lips pursing as if she was in thought, before typing something in, then handing the device back to the tall man. 
“i had fun today. and once again, thank you for the bracelet.” she said, eyes mimicking small crescents as she smiled up at yunho. 
“i guess, i’ll talk to you later?” she added, her hands now playing with the fabric of her dress, yunho nodding immediately in response.
“of course!”
with the two bidding farewell, yunho stayed behind for a few more seconds to watch the young woman’s retreating figure until she was finally gone from his line of sight. looking down at his phone, he couldn’t help but to emit a low chortle from the name she had decided to put in her contact. 
“i knew ‘butterfly’ suited you.” he said to no one in particular. 
putting his phone away, yunho decided that it was finally time to go home, the corners of his lips tilting up as he made his way home, mentally making a note to himself to send a certain owner of a butterfly hairclip a text message as soon as he reached home. 
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champhangman · 3 years
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Smoke
My second entry for theme #1 in the @12daysofchristmas​ challenge! This one is also my birthday gift to my very, very dear @adampage​. Emi, you mean the whole world to me and words cannot express just how grateful I am for your always being there for me. I hope you've had the happiest of birthdays, and also that this puts a smile on your face.
Title: Smoke Fandom/Characters: AEW (Hangman) Adam Page x OFC (but not really OC bc it’s Emi) Warnings: Alcohol use, hints of smut Word Count: 4,665 Summary: Put one in my hand, her on my lips. Man, that's as good as it gets. Theme: #1, Bonfire Recommended Listening: "Smoke" by A Thousand Horses Notes: This fic isn't very Christmassy, but it is autumn-y?
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"Who's that?"
Adam knew better than to jerk his head around and stare. But he was already twisting, a smile pulling at his lips when he saw the obvious focus of his buddy's attention. She was sitting at the bar with her friend, the neon lights reflecting wildly off her turquoise hair. She leaned back, laughing, and he felt the now-familiar twist in his gut when the sound reached him.
He turned back around to face Isiah, grinning. "That's Emi."
"Emi? The girl you were telling us about?" Isiah's face lit up. "You didn't mention she's so fine…"
"Cut it out," Adam groaned, shaking his head. "We're just friends."
"Not to sound like an asshole, but—"
"Don't."
"C'mon, let me say it."
"No." Adam took a sip of his beer and shook his head again. "Because I already know what you're gonna say."
Isiah rolled his eyes. Then, beginning to smirk, he rubbed his hands together. "So if you're just friends you won't mind me asking her to the party."
"She's already coming."
"Alone?"
"I think she's coming with—" Adam squinted at his friend. "Oh, no. No, no, no. You're not asking her out."
"Why not?"
"She's not your type."
Isiah snorted. "She's cute and has a nice ass, she's definitely my type."
Adam nearly choked on his beer. "How the hell do you know what her ass looks like?"
"I can tell." The younger man grinned. "It's science."
He wanted to ask. He really did. But he didn't want to get a lecture on the finer points of determining the size and shape of a woman's backside. "Don't ask her out."
"Worried she'll say yes?"
"No," he bit off.
"Oh," Isiah said loudly, nodding. "I get it, I get it."
Adam sighed. "What?"
"You like her. As in like her."
"Of course I like her. She's nice and funny and—"
"And you want to get in her pants."
"And I want to—" Adam set his beer down with a thump. "Th'fuck did you just say?"
"It's cool, it's cool." Isiah scraped his chair back and stood. "You're shy, Adam, I know. I'll fix it up for you."
"Wait a goddamn minute!"
But Isiah was already heading towards the bar. Adam watched, terror rising in his chest, as his friend approached the two women. Emi and her friend Jo didn't look upset at him for interrupting their talk when he leaned against the bar and gave them both a winning smile. He saw Isiah's lips move, watched in horror as the man's head tipped in his direction, then felt panic when first Jo, then Emi, covertly glanced towards him.
***
"Ladies."
The greeting was accompanied by a grin from the man that slid up to the bar and leaned so both she and Jo could see it. Smiling, Emi sat back a little and regarded the man warily. She couldn't sense any possible negativity or threat from him and relaxed a bit, reminding herself that she frequently had difficulty reading other people. But she couldn't be rude. "Hello."
"My name's Isiah." He nodded to Jo. "We've met before."
"Yeah, hey," Jo said, smiling. "This is Emi."
"Emi?" He gently rubbed his chin then leaned against the bar. "I've heard a little about you."
"You have?" she squeaked. Then, not wanting to sound like an idiot, she cleared her throat and took a sip of her drink before trying again. "Who's talked about me?"
"My friend. He can't shut up about you."
Emi blinked. "He can't?"
"Between you and me, I'm like ninety-nine percent sure he wants to ask you out. But he's too shy."
She almost snorted. No one ever wanted to ask her out. "Yeah, right."
"He almost had a heart attack when I said I was coming over to talk to you."
She wanted to look. To see who it was. She wanted to know who apparently had talked about her, and who might, possibly, if Isiah were to be believed, want to ask her out. But she couldn't. What if it were all a joke? What if she looked back and there was no one?
What if there was?
"Who?" Jo wasn't as shy as Emi. Jo didn't wait for things to happen, she made them happen. Ever since meeting her the first day she'd arrived in town, Emi had wished she were more like Jo.
"I'm sure you know him. You've gotta. He's right over there, about to have a stroke." Isiah tipped his head towards a spot behind them. "Be cool, be cool, or he'll really have a stroke."
Emi almost laughed. She turned her head just a bit, so she could sneak a glance in the direction he'd indicated. Seeing the blonde man seated at the little table, she felt her heart drop into her stomach. "Shut up," she blurted, looking at Isiah. "Adam?"
Next to her, Jo giggled into her drink. "Oh this is great."
"Shut up," Emi warned. Jo was the only person who knew she had a little bit of a crush on the man. The oftentimes too-pretty man with a sunny smile and bouncing curls who wore jeans just a tad too tight and had a liking for obnoxious Western shirts. The kids at school called him Mr. Cowboy. Jo called him the Panty Dropper. Emi… Emi just called him Adam. Even in her mind, because despite her overactive imagination that created a whole host of scenarios that would never happen, she couldn't bring herself to call him anything but Adam. Because she would die if, during one of their chats at school in the teacher's lounge, she slipped and called him something inappropriate?
"Why is it great?" Isiah asked.
"Because—"
"Shut. Up." Emi ground out the words. God, Jo was going to embarrass her.
Isiah laughed. "Y'all are coming to the party tomorrow, aren't you?"
"We'll be there with bells on," Jo promised.
"Clothes, too, hopefully," Emi muttered.
Isiah snickered. "This is great."
***
Adam didn't know why everyone called it a party. To him, parties were for birthdays or an important event like an engagement or retirement, or even a holiday. Parties involved decorations and nice clothes and best behavior. They had small talk and polite laughter.
This party had none of that. There were no decorations, unless one considered the pile of scarecrows waiting to be slung onto the fire. No streamers or balloons or floral arrangements could be seen among the pickups circled around the center of the field. Nobody dressed up, everyone wore comfortable jeans and flannel shirts or hoodies and their old boots. Each truck seemed to have a different song coming from its radio, but the volumes were still low while everyone began sharing the booze and food they'd brought.
No tense small talk over weak drinks. There were intense discussions about football, one group was talking about Christmas plans. The drinks were strong and the laughter stronger, almost boisterous. Adam casually moved around the circle, waving the smoke from the fire out of his face, relaxing a little as the evening wore on.
He was sitting on his tailgate, pouring whiskey into his cup, when headlights cut across the field. Looking, he watched them swing, heard the engine rev, and calculated speed and distance and angling as the truck reversed towards him. "Shit," he muttered, hoping his calculations were wrong. The driver hit the brakes, casting a red glow over him, and he held his breath when the engine revved again, watching the pickup's bed squeeze between his and Cash's.
"Haha, oops," a female voice laughed after the engine was cut off. The driver's door opened, missing slamming into his passenger door by barely a millimeter, and he sighed as Jo hopped out. "See?! Bet you thought it wouldn't fit!"
"That's what she said," Dax called from his truck.
A musical giggle sounded from the cab of Jo's truck, and then he saw Emi climbing out. In the glow of the light Adam could see the shade of turquoise in her flannel shirt was the same shade as her hair. Feeling liquid slosh over his fingers he muttered a curse and tipped the bottle upright to stop the pouring. He ignored Isiah's chuckle as his friend took the bottle and, sipping the excess from the top, shook his fingers dry, watching out the corner of his eye while Emi hopped into the truck bed. She held a paper-wrapped bottle in one hand and he wondered what her preferred drink was. Funny, he thought, vaguely aware of Jo speaking, how he didn't know what Emi drank. When they ran into each other at the bar she was usually sipping a mixed drink or sticking to water.
"You ain't gotta sit over there by yourself," he told her a few moments later. Jo was gone. He had no idea where she'd slipped off to. He didn't really care. Isiah had abandoned him and taken his whiskey with him, but when Emi looked at him with a smile pulling at her lips he didn't care about that, either.
"You're sitting over there by yourself," she said, lifting her bottle for a sip.
"Let's burn these bitches!" Adam didn't know who hollered it, but heard some cheers of agreement.
"You wanna throw a scarecrow on the fire?" he asked.
She shook her head, and he saw something twinkling in her hair. "Do you?"
Adam shook his head. "Maybe next year."
"What are you drinking?" she asked after a moment.
The flames rose and he heard the whoosh of hay being consumed by the bonfire. Glancing down at his empty cup, he sighed. "Jack, but I'm out. That asshole Isiah took the rest with him."
"I've got some Tennessee Fire if you want." She dipped her head and he saw she had a bejeweled band on her head. "I've been drinking out of the bottle, though…"
"You don't got cooties, do you?"
She laughed, sliding off the tailgate and approaching him. Smoke whirled around her and followed her to his truck. He hopped down, eyes meeting hers, and lifted her onto his tailgate. He thought he saw her cheeks darken, but when he climbed up to sit next to her it was gone. "I don't have cooties."
"That's a relief." He held out his cup, eyes on her face while she poured. "Thanks."
"Not to sound like a downer, but does everyone just load up and drive home drunk as fuck?" she asked, briefly gesturing to the others.
"Naw," he drawled, lifting the cup for a sip. The cinnamon flavor clung to his tongue and added to the trickle of fire the whiskey created in his stomach. "Most of us just camp out in our trucks."
"In the middle of a cotton field." Emi shook her head. "Sounds…"
"Stupid?" He laughed. "It probably is. Some people might call for a ride, and there's always one idiot or two that drive home, but the rest of us sleep it off and roll back to town in the morning."
"That explains why Jo told me to bring a pillow and a sleeping bag." She glanced behind her. "Do you have one, too?"
"Yeah, up front."
"What if it rains?"
Adam tipped his head back to look at the cloudless sky. "It never has."
"But what if it does?"
"We'll drag ourselves into the cabs." He grinned at her. "You're a bit of a worrywart, aren't you?"
"I can't help it." She frowned. "I just want everyone to be safe."
"I think it's cute."
"Please," she snorted. "It's annoying. No one wants the mom friend."
"Some of us do," he promised.
***
Some of us do.
What the hell did that mean? The question popped into her mind again, though it had been hours since he'd said the words. The conversation had shifted to work, and then quickly to other topics, and it had flowed as quickly and naturally as the alcohol. She felt warm, almost toasty, perched in the back of his truck watching him climb over into Jo's truck to get her sleeping bag. It landed with a soft thump next to her and she reached for it, eyes still on him as he got her pillow and the extra blanket she'd brought. The truck dipped when he climbed back over, and she smiled up at him while folding the sleeping bag so she could sit on it.
"You're cold natured, huh?" he asked, handing over the pillow and blanket.
"It's December," she pointed out. "But yeah, I do get cold easily."
"Hang on." He lifted one foot to the side of the truck bed and her eyes drank in how the denim stretched over his crotch. She blinked, the bed swayed, and she heard his boots hit the ground.
She should have told him not to get her stuff. It wasn't as though she was going to sleep in his truck. It would just mean something to keep up with when she went back to Jo's truck. Jo. Frowning, she looked around, hoping to spot her friend.
A neatly rolled sleeping bag bounced next to her. The driver's door slammed, then Adam was climbing back in, tossing a thick hoodie over her lap. "Here, I won't get cold."
"Thanks." She spread it over her lap, fighting what had to be a stupid smile. Then, thinking of her friend again, she looked at him. "Have you seen Jo?"
"She's around," he said with a shrug. "So, how come you moved all the way out here?"
She told him, tongue loosened by his relaxing presence and the alcohol. To her surprise and embarrassment, she kept talking, finding it too easy to tell him that she was often homesick for Georgia, her old friends, and even her parents. He talked about family, too, and they passed the bottle back and forth as the bonfire's flames died down. Their voices lowered as the noise around them softened, and it felt all too natural to move closer so she could hear him better.
There was still the occasional laugh from someone, but slowly the laughter died out. One by one the radios were turned off, then just the irregular crackling from the fire among the soft conversations around them.
"Why are you wearing a tiara?" Adam asked after someone threw the last scarecrow on the fire.
"Oh." She laughed and reached to take it off, having forgotten it was still there. Still warm and toasty, now wrapped in the hoodie that smelled of him, she tossed the tiara aside. "Jo made me wear it when we went to dinner. It's my birthday."
"Yeah?" His smile was warm. "You should've told me."
"I just did."
"I would've gotten you something."
"No, I don't expect anything."
"We could've made this a birthday party for you."
"No," she groaned, giggling at the thought of a birthday party around a bonfire in a field. It sounded absurd. It sounded stupid. It sounded wonderful and sweet.
He slipped the bottle from her hand and set it aside.
She watched him sit up, and thought he was hinting that she should go when he spread his sleeping bag out. "Last night, at the bar…"
He lifted his head when she hesitated. "Yeah?"
"Never mind."
"No, c'mon, tell me," he encouraged, stretching out on his side. He reached around her, dragging her pillow next to his, then patted the sleeping bag invitingly.
Her heart tripped over several beats. Nodding, she uncurled her legs, leaning to pull off her boots before settling beside him. She waited until she'd spread her unzipped sleeping bag and blanket over her before shifting so she could see his face in the moonlight. "Isiah came over to talk to me and Jo."
"I know." He made a face.
"He said…" She drew in a breath. "He said you wanted to ask me out."
"He ain't wrong."
A door slammed, then an engine roared to life. Emi sat up, and saw Jo's head pop up from the back of Dax's truck. Surprised, but not really, when a hand reached up and yanked her friend down, she blinked to make sure she'd seen what she'd thought, and a few seconds later saw Jo's red-and-black plaid shirt flop over the side of the truck. She had known that there would be drunken sex happening at the so-called party. It was a bunch of country folks at a bonfire with almost unlimited amounts of liquor to spur them on. She was almost afraid to look at the other vehicles, but her eyes were already sliding, her head turning slightly, and she felt her cheeks heat when she saw more than a few couples making out. From somewhere – she wasn't about to look to see who – came a series of lustful moans.
"Hell yeah!" someone hooted triumphantly.
"Oh my god," Emi muttered, lying back.
Adam chuckled. "You're not really shocked, are you?"
"No… A little. I'm not uptight," she defended. "I just don't want to see it, you know?"
"I know," he murmured.
A thought occurred to her and she boldly reached over to poke his arm. "I didn't climb into your truck to have drunken sex with you."
"I ain't the drunk sex type, darlin'."
She had known he wasn't. She didn't know how she'd known, but she had. It was still nice to hear him say it, though. "…What kind of drunk are you?"
He laughed. It was almost a giggle. "I ain't drunk. But I get sappy. If I'm with someone I'm interested in, I get a little handsy… Sometimes I get loud and want to do stupid shit like chuck watermelons out the truck on a back road."
Emi grinned. "That sounds like fun."
"Yeah? We'll have to do that together sometime."
"I'd like that."
"So when I ask you out, you'll say yes?"
"You'll have to ask me and find out." She didn't know where this was coming from, this teasing and flirting that was so easy, but she enjoyed it.
"Emi?"
"Hmm?"
"Wanna go chuck watermelons out the truck?"
Her grin turned into a giggle. "I'd love to."
"I'll get someone to drive us."
"You'd have to. If we're drunk and standing in the back to throw melons, we need a driver."
"Watermelons are hard to find around here in December, though," he pointed out with a sigh.
"We can use pumpkins."
"Now we're talkin'!"
Laughing, she pulled her covers up over her shoulder. "This has been a fun night, Adam."
"It ain't over yet."
"It kinda is…" There was no more talking around them. Every few moments she heard a little moan or a soft giggle. The fire was almost died down. If she shifted her head just right she could see the glowing embers. They flickered, sparked, and she heard someone walking by. Seconds later there were soft murmurs of conversation in the truck next to them, and she turned her attention back to Adam.
"Happy birthday, Emi."
"Thank you," she murmured, trying to block out the sounds of movement. They seemed magnified, though, as were the whispers and rustling. There was fumbling, breathy gasps, then she heard the unmistakable rasp of a zipper being lowered. Unconsciously moving closer to Adam, she bit her lip when his hand found hers and squeezed.
"You wanna get in the cab?" he asked in a whisper.
She did, but she didn't. It would involve moving, but it would get her away from the sounds of foreplay occurring just a few feet away. Hesitating, she tried to decide whether or not she could tough it out. A man began to moan, she realized just what was happening, and she nodded. "Please?"
"I got you, darlin'," he murmured.
Have her, he did. He whispered for her to stand up while he climbed out, and the next thing she knew he was lifting her over the side, catching her to him with one arm as he opened the passenger door. Once she was inside he leaned to get her pillow, then gently closed the door. She got situated, adjusting her legs and the blanket while he rounded to climb in on the driver's side. A loud moan cut through the cab, shut off when he slammed the door, and when he looked at her in the dim light she began to laugh.
"I'm ridiculous," she sighed after their laughter had ceased.
"You're not."
"What does it say about me that I can't handle listening to people having sex?" She shook her head. "I guess I'm uptight about it."
"Are you uptight because you think it's a private thing that shouldn't happen around other people, or because you…" Adam cleared his throat. "Because you don't like sex?"
"It's been so long I can't even remember," she muttered without thinking. Then, before he could respond, she rushed on. "I think it's a private thing that shouldn't happen around other people. I mean, I couldn't do it around other people, you know? But I'm not gonna judge those than can. They're obviously having fun, they're consenting adults, I shouldn't be offended."
"Hang on." He shifted, stretching out his legs. "I've had too much to try to analyze all that…"
"I guess it would be different if we were in a house and people just went off to another room. I really don't mind people having sex." Emi sighed and fidgeted with the corner of the blanket. "I think part of me is just jealous that I'm not getting any."
"All you gotta do is ask."
"Sure, I'll just march over and ask two people that I might not even know if I can join in—"
"I mean me."
"You'd go ask them if I can join in?" she asked in confusion.
He laughed. "God, you're so fucking adorable. I mean ask me for sex, darlin'."
"I don't want a pity fuck," she said with a frown. Her frazzled brain finally caught up, and she turned to face him. "You've called me that a few times now."
"Does it bother you?"
"I like it."
"Good, 'cause I like calling you darlin'. And," he said, pushing himself upright, one hand leaning on the dashboard, "I don't do pity fucks."
"You don't?"
"If I have sex with someone it's 'cause I want them." There was just enough moonlight coming through the window for her to see him smile. "And they want me, of course."
"Everyone wants you." When he snorted, she rolled her eyes. "They do! All the women at work are always saying that you're a panty dropper or you make them wet when you talk to them, and I heard one say she'd like you to crack her back like a glowstick—"
"What do you say?"
"Me?"
"Yeah. Apparently y'all talk about me." He exhaled slowly. "What do you say during these conversations?"
"I don't say a damn thing."
"You don't?"
"My thoughts about you are private, I'm not about to blurt them out for everyone to hear." For some reason she felt a giddiness beginning to rise within her. She had to be going delirious. The next words out of her mouth proved that she was. "Sure, when we talk and you flash that pretty smile I have to squeeze my thighs together. And yeah, sometimes when I'm alone in my bed at night I fantasize about you bending me over and railing the hell out of me. And okay, fine, if you must know, I keep that voicemail you left me when you sounded sleepy because the way you said my name made me wet. But—"
"Jesus Christ, darlin'," he muttered. "All that, huh?"
"Yes," she groaned. Lifting her hands to cover her face, she gasped when he gently pushed them away. "You've got to be used to it, though. Women practically throw themselves at you every day."
"They really don't," he said. His fingers whispered over her cheek. "And even if they did, I wouldn't care."
"They do," she insisted. He was moving closer and her heart was starting to race. "Are you blind?"
"I said I wouldn't care, not that I wouldn't notice."
"Why wouldn't you care? If men threw themselves at me, I'd—"
"Stand there and smile and blush, all pretty and cute like you have for months," he interrupted.
"What do you mean?"
"I've been throwing myself at you since we met, darlin'."
"Bullshit," she blurted.
"Maybe you're the one who's blind."
"I like things to be given to me plainly. I'm not good at the subtle stuff."
"Yeah, I'm starting to figure that out."
"But I refuse to believe you've been throwing yourself at me," she muttered.
"Maybe throwing isn't the right word. But I've been trying to let you know I'm interested."
"Really? You've been flirting with me?"
"Have been since May." He chuckled.
"God, I am blind."
"Can you see now?" he asked. His palm was warm, slightly rough from the work she knew he did on his parents' farm. It cradled her cheek.
"Yeah," she whispered. All she could see was his eyes. And his smile. "I see clearly."
"About fuckin' time, darlin'," he drawled while guiding her close.
Their lips met with mutual sighs. She felt the longing, the desire, rolling off him, mirroring hers. He tasted of cinnamon whiskey and smoke. He smelled of the outdoors, of woods and fire, and she practically melted against him. Their tongues danced the age-old dance and their hands and fingers began to explore. His breath was harsh and hot, hers was erratic. A few grunts passed between them while they moved closer to each other.
He pulled back slightly, releasing a breathless chuckle. "I ain't fucking you the first time in a truck."
"Oh?" she asked, licking her lips as the blanket slid away.
Adam shook his head. "For about five reasons."
"Which are?" She smiled when he shifted so he was stretched out on the seat and she was on top of him.
"One, I like to have room. Two, you deserve better than a sloppy, half-drunk fuck. Three, I know you'd be embarrassed about it in the morning when everybody gives you that knowing look. Four—"
She cut him off with a kiss. It was sweet, almost chaste, and she pulled back to grin at him. "Three was enough."
"But four was my favorite one," he whined, dragging the blanket over them.
"Okay, fine, continue," she laughed.
"Four, I like you too damn much to act like a horny teenager. At least, at first," he added with a quick grin. "Five, I want it to happen naturally, not because we shared whiskey and listened to people fucking two feet away."
"Such a gentleman," she marveled. "There aren't many of those around anymore."
"I'm really not. I'll eventually act like a horny teenager, trust me."
"I can't wait."
"After I bend you over and fuck the hell out of you," he promised, pulling her into another kiss.
"I really can't wait," she moaned.
"We gotta," he whispered between kisses.
"Adam?" she asked, shivering after a long, drawn-out kiss. "Are you an idiot?"
"Sometimes, yeah, why?"
"I wanna do something stupid."
"If you say I'm the something stupid thing you wanna do—"
"Let's go to my place."
His fingers curled into her hips. She heard him gulp. "You sure?"
"Positive. I've got a big bed." Squealing softly when he sat up, she gripped his shoulders.
"We'll go slow," he whispered after kissing her again.
"We will?"
"Yeah." Sliding her off him, he scooted over to get behind the wheel.
"Don't drive like an idiot," she requested.
"I won't," he assured her, clapping a hand on her thigh and squeezing. "Trust me?"
"I'm letting you take me home so we can have sex, of course I trust you."
He started the engine, then leaned to give her a quick kiss. "No regrets tomorrow?"
"No regrets ever," she promised.
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