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#the leg bounce is going crazy rn wait
neowinestainedress · 11 months
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hello!!!! I'm not sure if you're taking requests rn but I just wanna let this out of me or I'll go insane. I've been watching a lot of diggity haechan fancam and man really know how to hip thrust. It's just that haechan's thighs are so muscular...I-I—just wanna ride it😳😳
w!: unprotected s*x, thigh riding, light degradation, (kinda mean) dom!haechan, two *ss slap and one cl*t slap, rough s*x
a/n: someone: haechan’s thighs—  me: FINALLY SOME GOOD FUCKING FOOD. i’ve written about thigh riding with him already but will it ever be enough? no. ALSO diggity!haechan? supreme haechan, coming second to better than gold!haechan only. also, hard hours are open, and i’ll either write drabbles or blurbs depending on the inspiration (this was supposed to be a blurb and turned out longer than a drabble but yeah… yall know what happens when I write about haechan)
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Imagine Haechan sitting on the couch, tired after a long day. He’s so tired he doesn’t even change into his house clothes, still wearing the white blouse and tight black pants, watching the tv because when he got home you were in the shower and he is waiting for you. 
You’re wearing his favourite nightwear when you sit next to him on the couch, kissing him and running your fingers in his hair to welcome him home, but by chance, there’s his favourite movie on tv, and he’s barely paying you attention. So in a second, you’re on top of his thigh, you’ve been thinking about this since he left earlier in the morning, drooling when he walked past you to bid you goodbye, wearing those black pants that wrap his beautiful thighs so perfectly. But now he looks even better, with his black hair crowning his face messily, the white blouse with the sleeves rolled up, showing the veins of his arm, and the first three buttons undone. Your hips start moving on their own, grinding on his thigh that flexes immediately as an innate reflex, you might do this so often that he’s not even fazed anymore. 
But this time he’s tired, even annoyed about some things that went wrong at work, and you distracting him, ignites a fire. 
“What are you doing?” Haechan groans, bouncing his leg, catching you by surprise before he calls your name sternly when you don’t reply right away. 
“What you should be doing instead,” you reply resolutely. “Didn’t even spare me a look.” 
“Oh, I did,” he coos, hand running on your nape to turn you toward him. “I know exactly what you want when you get all dolled up for me.” 
A victory smile curls your lips but it fades as soon as his attention goes back to the screen on the wall. “I fear you’ll have to work for it harder.” 
You groan annoyed, but don’t stop. You honestly don’t care much, the obsession with his thighs is crazy and unhealthy and you’d ride them forever, you’d rather feel his skin than the fabric of his pants, but this will do anyway. 
“Hyuck,” you breathe out when he starts bouncing his leg, it’s a small movement but it makes you shake every time your sensitive clit hits his leg. 
“I’m watching the movie,” he shuts you before a smug grin blooms on his face when you grunt in disappointment. That still doesn’t stop you from rolling your hips on him, and even bravely reaching down to unbuckle his pants. His eyes skim down briefly, but he lets you continue, even if he fakes nonchalance his dick is hard and begging to be freed from his tight clothes. 
“You really can’t fucking listen, uh?” He groans when you struggle pushing his pants down, harshly grabbing your chin and blocking your wrists together. 
“I just wanted to take your pants off, want to feel you,” you try to pout and pity him, it works for now but you know Haechan always has something up his sleeve, so you don’t know what awaits you after. He lets you go, getting rid of his pants only, and roughly lifting you up to put you right where you were before once he’s done. 
“Come on, get off only with that, show me how pathetic you are,” he mocks before pulling you into a messy, wet kiss, slapping your ass to silently tell you to move. Your body reacts naturally, grinding on his muscular thigh, now feeling his smooth skin and not the thick fabric of his clothes. Haechan lets out another groan when you move again, this time to push your clothes down your legs, but doesn’t say anything else, only pushes you down and guides your movements. His attention is still on the movie, but you hear his occasional shaky breaths when your thigh brushes against his throbbing cock, or when you moan louder, and you feel his hand tighten on your hip when you start whimpering his name. 
“Fuck,” you yelp when his hand hits your ass harder than last time. “What was that for?” 
“You’re slowing down,” he says, dark eyes meeting yours, and you know you’re fucked. “You started this, you will finish this. Come on, don’t stop.”
You gulp, nodding weakly before placing your hands on his shoulders. This time you’d be so close to reaching your orgasm, but right when you’re about to, the sound of the tv turns off and the lights flashing in the room stop lighting it up. You freeze on the spot when Haechan groans your name. 
“I’m sorry,” you mumble, seeing you turned it off by mistake with your knee. You try to act fast to grab the remote and turn it back on but the pleasure is still fogging your brain. 
“Drop it,” Haechan orders, voice low and eyes sternly looking at you. “You want my attention? You’ll have it all.” 
Your lips part but don’t let out a sound, and your eyes snap open when his hand wraps around your neck, rubbing your jaw before reaching your chin and squeezing it. “Ride my thigh and come. Don’t make me waste more time.” 
You don’t hesitate, humping him embarrassingly fast to chase the orgasm that slipped through your fingers. 
“Jesus Christ,” he groans, “you can’t possibly be so wet just from this,” he mocks when his free hand moves between your legs, not that he needs that to feel your cum dripping out of you, it has been sticking to his thigh since you started, he just wants to mess with you and tease your sensitive spot while watching his skin glisten with your arousal.
“It feels good,” you justify. “And your thighs — fuck, your thighs,” you mumble, head thrown back and lower lip trapped in your teeth when he slaps your clit once. “They’re pretty and thick and feel so good.” 
“Uh, really?” Haechan snickers, throwing his head back because he can’t believe you have no shame. “Maybe I’ll always make you come like this if you like it that much. My thighs only.” 
“Yeah,” you cry out, bouncing and grinding, struggling to keep a rhythm and just wishing to quickly come. “But I also — fuck — I also want you.” 
Haechan chuckles, shaking his head. “Thought my thighs were enough?” He teases, moving your head side by side in a mocking manner as he pouts close to your lips. “Need more?” 
“Yes, yes, please,” you beg as one hand reaches for the back of his head and tangles in his hair. “I — I… oh, fuck,” you cry out when the orgasm washes over you before you can even say anything, hips and legs trembling as you move weakly to ride it before you collapse on him. 
You don’t have time to take your breath that you find yourself with your back on the couch seat, Haechan harshly flipping you over and trapping you underneath him. 
“Greedy, dumb baby, always playing with fire, not caring about what she gets herself into,” he mocks, pushing his sleeves up on his arm before placing you like he wants you with another rough tug. “Look at how wet you are, and all this just for my thighs?” 
You nod, wetting your lips with your tongue, as you stare into his eyes before they skim down, watching him get rid of his underwear. 
“You are a brat, and yet I always give you what you want. What am I gonna do with you?” He groans, shaking his hair out of his face as he leans down, rubbing the head of his cock on your wet pussy. 
“Fuck me?” You ask nicely, blinking your eyes innocently. 
Haechan groans. “Yeah, it’s the only way to teach a lesson, isn’t it?” He doesn’t wait for an answer, his dick is into you before you can even formulate a thought in your brain, taking your breath away from the first thrust. 
“Fuck,” you curse, hands wrapping around his arms to hold onto something. His thrusts are hard, hitting you deep with every single stroke. 
Haechan grins when your nails dig into his arms, and your head lolls back, eyes rolled in the back of your head and mouth wide. “Is it too much for you, baby? You don’t like my thighs so much anymore when they help me fuck hard into you?” 
You’d glare at him if you’d have anything coherent running in your brain, but it’s filled with nothing but lust and need. “I can take it,” you still mumble. 
“Oh, I know you can, that’s why you’re my favourite girl,” he hums, grabbing your legs and pushing them as flat as he can — and you can bend — to your chest. Your back arches in response, feeling him even deeper with each precise, hard thrust. 
When his fingers make contact with your clit, your eyes snap open, throat closing for a moment as you feel like you’re slipping farther away from reality. 
“Messy girl,” he taunts. “So wet my fingers are slipping. You planned this all day, didn’t you?” He says, breath uneven as pleasure starts overwhelming him too, your pussy gripping him tight, making it harder to move out of you, your chest heaving while your boobs look so pretty in the lace of your nightwear, and your moans filling his ear. “Couldn’t wait for me to come home to fuck you on the couch after riding my thighs like a needy, desperate thing.” 
You nod swiftly, eyes closed as you feel the familiar knot in your stomach. 
“Fuck, then come with me, babe,” he says, pushing you closer with a harsh tug on your hips as his hands wrap around your waist tightly, fucking into you with force. “Gonna fill you up, fuck, just like you like.” 
Your back arches more, while your hands reach for his shoulders to pull him in a heated kiss that seals your orgasms and traps the loud whimpers and moans that are coming out of your mouths. You feel weak and dizzy as he keeps thrusting into you at a quick pace, filling the room with the lewd sounds of his cum spilling out of you, and whispering dirty words to your ear. 
“Fuck babe, you’ll be the death of me,” Haechan huffs, kissing you and caressing your forehead to wipe away the sweat before pulling out of you and pulling you into his arms, trailing kisses on your neck and shoulder. 
You chuckle, turning around to face him, tangling your legs with his. “Was this better than the movie?”
Haechan rolls his eyes. “You know you’re better than the movie, I just like teasing you.”
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jealousjersey · 13 days
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𐙚₊˚⊹♡”fuck you”⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡
ᯓ★ tags : gn!soft!dom!reader x sub!clapton davis. requested by anon.
ᯓ★ enemies to lovers (been wanting to write one of these for so long. tysm anon for bringing me back, i am so unmotivated rn)
ᯓ★ mentions : soft-dom reader x sub clapton davis, edging, degrading kink, vulgar language, unprotected sex, cream pies, both reader and clapton are of age. keep it 18+ guys, porn with plot, mostly just jersey horny rambling
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everything is doing well in your last period AP biology class, except one thing. your lab partner is clapton davis. the one person in this school you don’t get along with. he annoys you and teases you whenever he can, honestly you don’t even know how he got into honors classes, you weren’t even sure he was going to college, but that’s none of your business right now.
“hey loser” clapton sits beside you and smacks his gum in his mouth. you hate when he does that, or anything really. “do you have any idea what we’re doing? i’ve been confused this entire time” he says genuinely. for the first time in his life he actually wants to ask for help.
“uh yeah, we’re just supposed to research stem cell differentiations. it’s easy don’t worry we can get this done in like 20 minutes” you say confidently. you actually have no idea how to go about this project but honestly it doesn’t matter.
“oh, okay. are we gonna do the project at my house or yours?” he asks, almost nervous to ask.
“mine is fine” you say as his face turns a light shade of pink from the invitation. he quickly hides his face, and especially the blush creeping up on his cheeks.
“you know, you’re pretty cute when you’re quiet” you tease. obviously trying to get under his skin.
“s-shut up. just shut up” he sutters, the pink still on his cheeks. this makes you giggle, seeing how he just melts when you take charge, when over something as simple as directing a project.
after the bell rings, you get out of your chair and pack your things up, clapton frantically says “hey, wait up-”
you take your earbud out and reply with a simple “hm?”
“am i riding with you- or-?” he asks, almost unsure about the situation.
“yeah, you can ride with me. just- wipe your shoes before you get in my car” you say as you lead him out to the parking lot to your forest green dodge charger srt. he’s almost in awe of your car. he now knows why you asked that of him.
as you two ride to his house, you notice something. is he fucking hard right now? you think as your eyes gaze at his bulge in his pants. you let out a small chuckle on accident.
“what?” clapton asks, repositioning himself to where his package isn’t on full display. he now knows you know, and god is he embarrassed. his cheeks are bright red as his leg bounces up and down
“you- you got something in your pants clapton” you laugh. obviously teasing him at this point.
“just- just drive, okay?” he says, face pink as a beam of sweat falls from his forehead. god he’s cute when he’s nervous.
as you both arrive at your house, he goes inside with his bookbag on. you lead him to your room, a minimalist decorated with colorful art on the walls. your room looks like a museum, well it a museum had a tv and a cd player- but nonetheless, your room was nice and clapton liked it. he especially liked the vanilla scent in your house.
“so- let’s address it, why did you get all hot and bothered in my car?” you mention, and it’s obvious now. he’s blushing like crazy, just like a little sub. it’s really adorable actually, but you just want to see how far you can take this.
he doesn’t respond, but his bulge is back. and you just have to take care of this, before any work can get done. “you want some help?” you offer as you smile teasingly. he just nods his head up and down acceptingly, he needed this, especially after you teasing him almost made him cum in his pants.
you unbuckle his jeans and he whimpers at the touch of you. god he was such a little bottom for you, just putty in your hands. as you get his pants off, you notice the precum leaking through his boxers and you immediately get turned on by the sight. you imagine the taste of his cum and how his dick would feel twitching inside of you.
you take his throbbing dick out of his boxers, he’s average but girthy. the tip is bright pink, soaked in precum. as you hold his cock on your hands you rub your thumb over his slit. he twitches instantly. “fuck, please- please fuck me” he whimpers. you smile at the sound of his groans for you. “you gonna be a good boy? gonna listen to me and do what i say?” you ask.
“fuck…yes i’ll be a good boy….just for you.” he says as he bucks his hips into your hands. you smile at his response, just what you wanted to hear. you sit on his cock and bouncing up and down, overstimulating him as his jaw goes slack as he moans softly “fuck…fuck yes…god you feel s’good” his eyes roll back in his head as his dick twitches inside you
“fuck, fuck- i’m- gon- gonna cum” he stammers. “cum inside, you’ve been a good boy.” you reply.
he shoots hot thick lines of cum inside you, filling you up. he’s so far inside you that there’s not even a chance of him for you to leak out. he basically bred you, but god it felt so good.
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honeyedmiller · 11 months
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Heyyyyyyyy! I love your work sm keep it up lovely❤️❤️I was wondering if you could do one where your daughter is the definition of a daddy’s girl and has Pedro wrapped around her finger and the internet eats it up
stop I'll cry rn. THIS IS SO CUTE. and thank you! that means the world to me!<3
warnings: just fluff and dad!Pedro <3
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Since the day your daughter was born, she had Pedro wrapped around her finger. She was the absolute joy of his life. He loved being a girl dad.
When you announced the birth of your daughter Isabella, the whole world was absolutely ecstatic. Nothing but love and positivity poured into your lives as you shared the joys of being first-time parents.
You and Pedro decided to keep her face a secret at first, always cradling her small head to your chests, a thin but breathable blanket over her as you carried her, or a cover over her car seat (which Pedro always kindly carried).
You didn't want to share your precious baby with the world yet. You loved the bubble of just you three, you and Pedro getting to enjoy her before the world could see how perfect she was. She had dark brown curls, a dimple on one cheek, and dark eyes to match, just like her father. Her big brown eyes were enough to make anyone's heart melt.
As she grew older, she became a total daddy’s girl, which Pedro was over the moon about.
When she was around a year old, you finally showed the world what your sweet Isabella looked like. You'd posted a picture of Pedro in some lounge clothes in the comfort of your shared home, as he held on to Isabella's tiny hands to help her walk. She had the biggest smile on her face; one to mirror her father's.
"Oh, my loves. You both look so precious in this picture." Tears of happiness clouded your vision as you made a post about it, and instantly, the world was going crazy.
They loved seeing Pedro as a dad, especially to a baby girl. He held such kindness and gentleness with her that he reserved just for her.
One day, you decided to go live on Instagram out of pure curiosity to see what the world was up to. You sat on the floor with your back against the plush couch in your living room, phone propped up on the coffee table.
You waited a couple of minutes before you waved to everyone, a grin splayed upon your lips as you read some kind comments. There were even a couple of comments about you being a 'milf', which made you genuinely laugh.
"Hey everyone. Just came on for a few minutes to say hi. I know it's been a long time, but we've had our hands full with the baby." You laugh softly, tucking your hair behind your ear.
As soon as you mentioned your daughter, everyone went into a frenzy, asking if she was with Pedro and if they could see her. You nod apprehensively.
"Yeah, she's with Pedro. I think he's in her room getting her up from her nap." As soon as you said that, Pedro emerged downstairs with her in his arms. She smiled as she saw you, brown eyes glistening with happiness.
"Oh, mi amor." You coo in a baby voice to her, simultaneously waving Pedro over to sit next to you.
"I'm on Instagram live. They wanna see you two." You smile up at him as he joins you on the floor, holding Isabella securely.
"Hey everyone." He greets, and the comments were flooding so fast that it was impossible to keep up. You both laugh as Isabella squeals happily, clapping her hands as she started to bounce her legs on Pedro's lap.
"Someone woke up in a good mood." You tickle her sides as she laughed, the sound filling your heart with such warmth and joy.
She reached out to you and you gladly took a hold of her, peppering her small face with kisses as you brushed her growing curls away from her forehead.
"They're asking if I'm a good dad." Pedro laughs as he nods his head to the never ending comments, and you can't help but smile.
"Of course he is. He's the best." You look at him and lean in to give him a soft, short kiss.
"Isn't that right, mamas?" Pedro coos at his daughter, her five fingers holding on to just one of his. He kisses her on the forehead, taking her into his arms again as her hands start to grab at the stubble on his chin. The look in his eyes displayed nothing less of pure love and adoration for her.
As if your heart couldn't melt any more, it certainly just did.
You say goodbye to everyone on the live, wanting to spend time with your two favorite people in the whole world.
You still can't believe that you and Pedro made such a perfect little baby. She was everything you'd ever wished for, and more. You'd cherish these moments for the rest of your life, because you knew it wouldn't be long before she'd grow up right before your eyes.
For now, though, you were content with enjoying the precious memories you had with Pedro, and your beloved daddy's girl.
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seokka0o · 1 year
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Omg please write more about cix hyunsuk <3 He’s driving me absolutely crazy rn
Maybe a kitchen scenario? 👁️👁️ But food is not the only getting eaten that night? 👁️👁️
Thank you hehe, love your writing!! xx
Hey babe, of course I can do ♡ thank you for your support.
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I think of a loving dinner. you're spending the weekend together after a long time. The fun starts from the day before which puts you in a more intimate mood since then, sex in the morning and lunchtime and you stay in shape until dinner. You're too lazy to cook so you order something for delivery, it would take a while to arrive so you move the table, organizing everything so you can eat. Hyunsuk is very clingy, he follows you wherever you go and soon he is in the kitchen, right behind you, hugging you, walking you around the kitchen space, not saying a word, just watching you with that curious rabbit face. The way he is welcoming despite his exaggerated size makes you smile at nothing and Hyunsuk just wants to make sure he has all of you before that dream is over, so he holds you tight in his arms, sighing softly, waiting for you to finish what you do to be able to sit you at the table facing him this time.
"What is that?" Hyunsuk will smile tenderly and take your lips, with short seals, which will lengthen, initiating and deepening a little intense kiss, it is a very affectionate energy that hyunsuk has to offer, firm hands on your thighs, rising snuggling caresses, you immersed in his kiss because even before you know what awaits you, so you're taking your time. Hyunsuk pushes your shirt as he caresses it, showing more of your skin, the digits decorating the soft skin, his lips bouncing from yours to your neck, to your shoulder, he lifting your clothes and lowering, now with his eyes and attention on you "no panties?" ;" always " hyunsuk gently opening your legs, long fingers running along the insides, you sighs of anticipated pleasure and take a moment to collect yourself, brace yourself on your hands and spread your legs wider as you feel his fingers leave your lips and expose your entire vulva, you weren't so wet yet, but the first contact of his tongue with your intimacy is enough for you to tremble from head to toe, moans dragging through the entire kitchen, the hot air suddenly coming out to your center showing that he had laughed at your reaction, but hyunsuk just continues what he does without caring too much "yes baby,just like that" the plea coming out Slyly the way he drags his tongue all over your region, feeling you like what he likes so much, keeping his hands firmly on your legs to keep them apart for him, your entrance burning and contracting waiting for hyunsuk to do something about it. He spends a good amount of time kissing your skin and sucking you, taking his time, stopping again and again to watch as your entrance receives his fingers, eyes bright and concentrated, as if doing it for the first time, pink lips covered by your liquid and his own his saliva and then every now and then he would be looking at you waiting to see your reactions; the way you contract, how you bite your lips to hold back your pleasure, the natural way the moans escape your lips, how you tip your head back when you feel like you can't take it anymore, everything is completely perfect in his vision.
You feel like you're going to get lost in the immensity in a moment, even when he's just testing the waters, your body already knew the pattern, with orgasms very close you were already holding his hair with a much less moderate force "Hyun... I need you inside me please" please don't need to be your utterances, he's there for you pressing himself between your legs already, you won't even notice when he puts his dick out only when he slides inside you with so much ease making you cry, calling him with a certain desperation and then he would once again let the neighborhood know his name. Keeping your body steady for him, moderate thrusts, hyunsuk with his head lying on your shoulder, moaning incoherently, sighing, taking his warm breath to your skin making you shiver, concentrated, ready to make you his one more time. Your hands wrapped in his arms and you diving into each other deeply, tasting you already for the thousandth time in the day, reaching your limits with very little time left for lunch to be delivered.
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abernant · 3 years
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lol i saw one of ur fantasy high posts and i went hm. i rly wanna see this
:D!!!!
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I.R.L.📷2
Warnings: noncon sexual acts and rape, voyeurism/exhibitionism, slight stalking, masturbation, naughty talk.
This is dark!(camboy!)Andy Barber. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Summary: Your guilty pleasures becomes and all too real terror.
Note: Okay, here’s the second and last part of this short little piece. Thanks for reading and the excitement. I’m sorry if I’m a bit blegh rn.
Thank you so much for your patience! And support!!
As always, if you are so inclined, please like, reblog, and comment. <3
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Andy stared at the chat. He waited and waited but the green dot didn’t pop up. Maybe she was freaked out after meeting him. Or maybe she was over him. Her name hadn’t blipped up in any of his sessions in the last week and he even invited her to an impromptu private show after he got back from the café. He hoped her seeing him might nudge her but it only seemed to scare the fuck out of her.
He recalled how she nearly fell on her face running away from him. That wasn’t the reaction he was expecting. No preening or smiles, just terror and a quick escape. He didn’t understand. He was a good looking guy and she was obviously lonely. Hell, she was cute too. He was hardly disappointed.
He waited another fifteen minutes, distracting himself with the colour matching game on his phone but her status remained inactive. He scrolled through his bookmarks and clicked on her insta profile. She had commented on some DIY tutorials in the last hour but hadn’t posted. She only ever added pictures of flowers anyway; her last photo of herself was from a year ago. It was her and some guy but he could guess they were no longer together.
He was starting to get upset. She was ignoring him. He wasn’t stupid but what had he done? Their sessions were going well up until this week and he actually looked forward to them. He felt that same thrill he had when he first started his hustle.
He slammed his laptop shut and dropped his phone face down. Fuck it, he had better stuff to do.
He crossed the room and grabbed one of the boxes still stacked against the wall. He hauled it over to the empty bookshelf and flipped it open. He unpacked the books one at a time and the heavy bookend shaped like half a globe. He didn’t know why he brought all these things, he didn’t use them. He wasn’t a lawyer anymore.
He leaned against the side of the sofa and crossed his arms. He boxed up his whole life, or what was left of it, and drove halfway across the country. She couldn’t even give him a hello or her name. She could hardly look at him and she wouldn’t answer his goddamn messages.
He pushed himself straight and stormed over to his laptop. He ripped it open and clicked on the chat. Still, nothing. The invitation was scheduled for less than an hour. Well, if she wasn’t going to open it, he’d have to get it to her another way. He was done waiting on her and he was done playing with her through a screen.
He wanted the real thing and he knew she wanted it too.
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You were still slightly addled from your encounter at the café. After you got home and unpacked your groceries, you didn’t find your coffee again until it went cold. You dumped it and replaced it with a glass of wine. You bought the bottle a month ago, expecting to unwind and that time finally came.
You sat with the healthy dose of alcohol, almost to the brim as it darkened the full belly of the glass. You wore only a baggy Winnie the Pooh tee and panties as you lounged and flipped on the tv. 
You rarely used the front room anymore, ever since your boyfriend moved out you spent most of your time in the bedroom, exhausted and lonely. It was easier to just linger there between responsibilities.
Your dainty sips turned to greedy slurps as you turned on an episode of Project Runway and lost yourself in the competition and drama of it all. Your ex hated that show and you hadn’t watched it in years. It was time to get caught up with what would forever be your unfulfilled dream of being a designer.
By the runway, your glass was empty and the television had a soft glare as you were slightly buzzed by the high potency. The dark blend had a percentage in the double digits and you were feeling it, delightfully so. As the designers came up for their feedback from judges, more so a roast, you leaned back and wiggled your hips as you stretched. You yawned and closed your eyes as you listened to a designer give cutting critique of a hem.
You peeked under your lashes as the camera panned in on the fraying stitches. Well, it looked alright from far away. You bent your arm under your head as you turned onto your side and your eyes closed again as you pondered another glass of wine. That might give you a decent night’s sleep.
You inhaled and sat up, intent on another indulgence but you stopped short as you blinked in shock. You hadn’t drank that much. You couldn’t be hallucinating. You pressed yourself to the back of the couch and shook your head as you gaped at the figure stood just beside the tv, eyes calmly watching you.
“What…” you gulped.
“Shhhh,” the man, the one you watched all those nights on your laptop, brought his finger to his lips as he hushed you, “it’s okay, honey.”
“I--” your heart leapt into your throat and you stood as you swiped up your glass, “get out. How did--”
“I sent you an invitation. Several this week. You haven’t answered--”
You hit the glass off the table so it cracked and left a jagged edge. You jabbed it out at him from the other side of the coffee table, your hand shaking as the shock turned to a jolt of adrenaline.
“Go! Get out!” you snapped, too terrified to think on how he found you or if your meeting that day was truly a coincidence. It didn’t seem like it, “you’re crazy, get out of my--”
He marched around the table as you backed up and swung the glass at him. He caught your wrist and twisted it as he wrenched you close to him and pointed the sharp edge at your throat. The scent of him filled your lungs and mingled with the taste of wine as the glass pressed to your skin.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he warned, “so don’t make me.”
“Please--”
He said your name, calmly, as you drowned in his oceanic eyes. You quivered in his grasp and tensed as you tried to lean away from him, “Andy,” he offered, “that’s my real name.”
“Please, I don’t know what you want--”
“You know exactly what I want,” he hissed as he pulled away the glass and tossed it to shatter against the wall, “the same thing I always wanted… that you want.”
You took a deep breath and he clapped his hand over your mouth and tutted. His brows wrinkled in irritation and your drunken fingers bounced futilely off his shoulder. He turned you and sat you down on the couch and knelt with you, shushing you again as he settled on his knees on the floor.
“Honey, aren’t you tired of this? Of being apart? Of just… watching?” his eyes strayed from yours and he smiled as he eyed the yellow bear on your shirt, “that’s cute.”
You shook your head and murmured against his hand. His lashes flicked up and his jaw squared. His lips thinned as he considered you.
“Thing is, honey, I’d love to talk but you gotta promise not to scream,” he said, “and I mean that because I don’t want to gag you… not yet, anyway.”
Your eyes rounded and you nodded fervently as your breath puffed under his palm. He narrowed his eyes and shifted his hand slightly, moving it just an inch at a time as he watched you. You sniffled as he let his grip fall to your knee.
“Why? How…” you stuttered, “it was a mistake. Just a show--”
“You were always there,” he said as his other hand came up to your other knee and he ran his hands up and down your legs, “it didn’t sound like a mistake.” He pushed his fingers along the top of your thighs, “you enjoyed it.”
“It wasn’t… like that, just…”
He squeezed your thighs painfully and you winced. His fingers crawled up under the hem of your tee to the elastic of your panties and he hooked them beneath the fabric. You grasped his wrists in shock at his sudden movement and he looked you in the face.
“Say whatever you want, make your excuses,” he snarled, “you said you wanted me, you said it a dozen times, and I know you do.”
He tore down the cotton and you flailed out and caught yourself against the back of the couch. He rolled your panties down and untangled them from your ankles as you tried to close your legs. He kept your panties around his wrist as he stopped your knees from meeting and moved between them.
“Honey, now, I think we’ve had enough build up--”
“Hel--” you screamed and he grabbed your chin and snapped your mouth shut so that you bit your tongue.
He growled and shook your panties down over his hand. He brought up the twisted fabric and shoved it into your mouth. You tried to turn away from his grip as he stuffed the panties in with two fingers as deep as they would go and you almost gagged.
“It’s too bad,” he said, “I wanted to try that mouth… next time.”
You batted at his arms and chest and his hand shot to your throat. You stilled as he choked you, just enough for lungs to burn. He kept his hand on your neck until you sat back and he let it trail down the front of your shirt. He groped you through the fabric, rolling his thumb around your nipples as they hardened.
“I know you can be good, honey,” he hummed, “you’re just… nervous. I know what it’s like, trying to get over someone else. Trying to move on from a life you built-- a break-up, right? That lanky guy on your Insta--”
You gave a terrified flutter of your lashes and he smiled, a tight-lipped sympathetic gesture.
“Look, we’re two lonely people,” he kneaded your chest as he spoke and leaned in, “so, it only makes sense, and I promise, honey, the shows are over. It’s all for you now.”
You trembled as he dropped his hands and pulled up your shirt. He tickled your stomach with his knuckles and framed your tits with his hands as he admired them. You squirmed as he flicked them with his thumbs and leaned into you. He took one in his mouth and suckled. You whimpered as you felt a pluck in your core.
He parted with a pop and licked his lips, “I never… it was always hard to think of what you’d look like but I couldn’t picture anyone so perfect.”
Your nails dug into the couch cushions as you tried not to flinch. The glimmer of delight turned to disgust as you watched this stranger fondle you and he sealed his lips around your other nipple. You bit down on the cotton and moaned. You were so pathetic. It was your stupid moments of lonely desperation that brought you to this, that brought him to you.
His large hands spread along your sides and he pressed his fingertips into you sharply as he toyed with your nipples. He grazed his teeth along each bud and pulled back to look at you again. You grasped his shoulders as you begged him with your eyes and shook your head.
“I… always wanted to do this in the bedroom,” he said, “that’s where you usually are, huh? Touching yourself for me all alone in the dark--”
You hung your head in defeat and he pulled you forward on the cushion. He lifted you onto your feet and spun you around in the space between him and the couch. He put one hand on your hip and the other on the back of your neck and walked you around the sofa. He paced slowly behind you as he urged you down the hall and paused to peer through your bedroom door.
“Here we are,” he said as he angled you through the door. You reached up as your jaw ached around the wad of fabric and he caught your hand and yanked it down, “I didn’t say you could do that.”
You dropped your arm and he let you go. He pressed his body to your back as he nudged you closer to the bed and stopped you right before it. He bunched your shirt in his hands and tugged it up until you raised your arms. He swiped it over your head and let it crumple beside your feet.
“Go on, sit nice and pretty for me,” he tapped your ass lightly.
Naked, you shivered as you stepped away from him and got onto the bed. You turned as you bent your legs over the edge and lowered your chin. You hugged yourself as he stood watching you with his hands on his belt.
“Don’t you worry, it’s still a show,” he said as his hands slid over to his buckle. 
He winked and ran his fingers up the front of his jacket and pulled it off. He draped it over the folding stool by your bookshelf and bent each leg to tug off his shoes. His socks followed shortly after and he squared his shoulders before he scooped his shirt up and off. He returned to his buckle and tilted his head at you.
“Look at me, honey,” he said as you stared at the pile of clothing, “we both know you love to watch.”
You raised your eyes to him and clamped your hands around your shoulders, arms crossed over your chest. He grinned and unbuckled his belt, his zipper gliding down smoothly beneath his fingers.
“You got me hard as fuck,” he said, “I didn’t like that earlier, you know? The way you ran from me.”
You just sat and tried to swallow the hopeless acceptance. He pushed down his pants and stepped out of them, his arousal bulging against his boxers. Your fingernails cut into your skin as you curled your fingers.
“You’ve been so good to me, honey,” he continued as he rolled down his boxers, “you know, I only want to return the favour. I came all this way just to get close so that--” he paused as his dick sprang up before him and he kicked away his underwear, “I can take care of you now.”
He gripped himself and stroked his length with a hum. His stomach tensed and the lines of his muscles deepened as he groaned and played with himself as he would before the camera. You were mortified as you watched him helplessly and he got closer and closer.
“Now you get the live show, honey,” he reached out and took your hand, closing it around his dick as he guided it up and down.
He moaned and hung his head back as he used both your hands on his shaft. He shuddered and leaned into your grasp. You listened to his pants as they grew quicker and quicker and he stopped you abruptly. You looked down at the glistening pre-cum as it leaked from his tip and he trailed his thumb through it as he let you go.
You flinched as he moved towards you suddenly and grabbed your hips. He lifted you and dropped you onto your back. He took your ankles and placed them against his shoulders as he stretched your legs up his torso. His cock slid along your cunt and hovered over your folds.
“Fuck, I can’t wait any longer,” he bit his lips and looked between your legs as he let go of one leg and reached down to guide himself between your lips, “oh, honey, your so sexy.”
He pushed apart your cunt with two fingers and slid in between his knuckles. He gasped as you stretched around him and you pushed your head back and whined around the fabric in your mouth. You whimpered as he drew back just a little and pushed in deeper. He rocked his hips, getting further each time as your walls strained around him.
He tilted you against him so that he reached his limit and slid his thumb along your bud. He swirled around your clit as he carried a slow motion, gliding in and out of you as you slicked around him. The tingle of his touch crept like tendrils beneath your flesh and made you clench around his dick.
He groaned and sped up, just a little as he played with you, pressing more firmly on your clit until your hand shot down over his. You didn’t move him away, only gripped his wrist as he toyed with you, fucking you deliberately as the sensation melded into a maelstrom. The twisting spring inside of you compressed and released suddenly in a ripple of sheer delight.
You groaned and bent your legs against him, raising your pelvis higher so he dipped even deeper. Your eyes rolled back and you ripped the panties from your mouth in your ecstatic trance. You balled them in your hand and writhed on his dick. 
He grasped your hips and dragged your ass over the edge of the bed and rammed into you. You cried out and he did it again. It was as if he lost all control as his pelvis slapped against you loudly and his voice rumbled through the room. You gulped and gasped as he pressed the heel of his hand to your clit and rubbed harder, his fingers stabbing sharply against your flesh.
His other hand snaked up to pinch your nipple and cup your tit. He braced you as he bent over you and fucked you furiously. He stepped up onto the edge of the bed frame as he curled your body beneath his and brought both his hands up beside your head as he held himself over you.
He plunged down into you over and over and he huffed as he watched the joining of your bodies. He growled and pulled out of you suddenly, bending your legs up as you were contorted further. He grabbed your hand again and trapped it around his dick, moving it quickly as he muttered.
He came in thick ropes onto your chest and down the folds of your stomach as you were in almost a C beneath him, his knees around your thighs. You shook and lifted his chin as he snarled and kept your hand moving, still cumming over you. He tore your grasp from him as he grew over sensitive and hung his head as he quivered.
“Shit,” he swore as he backed off of you and stood, leaning on the bed to steady himself. Your legs fell over the edge and his cum cooled across your skin, “you look good like that, honey.”
He stepped closer and pushed his fingers through the mess. You shivered and stopped his hand as you slowly returned to reality. You lifted yourself on one elbow and batted your lashes in confusion.
“How did you even find me?” you uttered.
“Doesn’t matter how,” he grabbed your wrist and pulled you to sit up gruffly, “only that I did.”
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ugggh so I am a dirty little slut for sal fisher and I had a thought about it sooooo,,,,
Sal Fisher x GN (masc body) headcanons of what he's like with you
this is gonna be very heavily influenced by the fact I am sleepy and really wanna write this rn!
Warnings: Non-canon-compliant (Sal lives, Larry lives, Todd doesn't go crazy, no murder), some NSFW stuff, switch-bottom leaning Sal, Service Top Sal
Highschool
When he first meets you he's, hands down, the most flustered he's ever been before
Like, he's really into you
He just sees you in the hall and immediately blushes
he goes around his days as usual and stuff still but now he's eyeing you whenever you come into view
it's cute, he looks like a little kitten peering at you from around the corner because he’s too shy to say something
Larry makes little jokes about it and always tells him to talk to you
"wow, what a stalker" is his usual line when he finds Sal looking at you from somewhere
he musters up the courage to talk to you in his junior year when you wear a Sanity's Fall's shirt to class one day
from then on you two talk together whenever you have class and stuff
your parents move into the apartments in your senior year because of a demotion and you and Sal start hanging out outside of school
He finally asks you out on the last day of senior year
You and the gang go out to the football field the night after graduation
after they clean up all of the equipment for the stage
You guys end up smoking a blunt because Larry brought some of his stash and, hey, what's the harm?
You and Sal end up laying in the middle of the field while Larry chases Ash and Todd around on the bleachers
They're laughing and howling at the moon so you two just listen
Sal takes his mask off cause he feels more comfortable laying with it off
He takes out his pigtails and you comb through his hair for a bit
You look him in the eyes and just stop brushing your fingers through his hair long enough for him to look up at you
your eyes both meet and you two just stare
You see the stars in his eyes
Sal just thinks "You're the prettiest person I've ever seen"
"what?" "uhhhh....nothing"
"It's okay Sal!" You giggle at him and he giggles too
you both start giggling at each other and you two hug each other
still, just facing each other, heads tucked into shoulders, chests pressed so tightly together, legs intertwined
It's calm
He feels safe
So safe and warm
It's wonderful
So he sighs and says" I think I'm in love with you"
And it's an accident
He doesn't regret it, not processing it until you say "I'm in love with you too silly"
And you stay like that
no panic or guilt
just tucked away into each other
The gang goes to 7/11 that night-morning really it is 3 am-and get slushies
all of them are teasing you guys as you hold hands on the way there
it's cute
He's cute
You're cute
You both feel warm in the jackets you switch from each other
it's cute
"God the stalker finally got the victim in their clasps, another tragically happy ending" "Shut it Larry Face"
College
You both end up staying in different places after high school
You take a year off college and stay with your parents at Addison Apartments and Sal moves into the gang's house
It's nice, you see each other regularly for dates and ghost hunts
it's blissful
Then Sal starts having his nightmares again and you come over regularly for sleepovers
it's months into this routine of going home, getting new clothes from the apartments, go out with Sal, come and sleep at his place to help with nightmares, repeat that Larry has the most brilliant idea
"Why don't you just move in with Sal? You practically live with him anyway."
This is in front of you two, you're both at the gang's house and drinking some morning coffee
Sal not really jokes and agrees
And then you genuinely agree
It's a big moment for you two
Sal wanted you to move in right away but was scared his nightmares would affect you or you two wouldn't end up working out
So you two complied and stayed where you were
But this is gonna be an actual conversation where he is up for it and knows you two are stable
So you talk about it
You two agree
And you end up moving in that day
it's not that hard since most of your clothes are over there already
It's basically just moving your bed, knick-knacks, and bookshelf in so that's just the big things since you have a queen
It's bliss from there
you both settle into a nice routine and after you start college Sal decides to focus on his music for rn and take a break
You get a job and the dynamic is just... so pure
you guys are finally, finally, okay and the best thing is that you're together
He's still adorable and you're still sweet
You guys end up getting your own apartment outside of Nockfell and Addison Apartments
The gang stays around
Larry ends up moving in with you two for a little bit until he can afford his own place
Sal gets a lot more gigs out there in the city than he would have gotten in Nockfell and you get a job at a little club
Sal ends up playing there often because of you
NSFW headcanons
Okay so Sal is a hopeless romantic
before he moved to Nockfell he never really had anybody else who was interested in him
so he was super hopeless in planning your first time together
once you had slept over with each other a couple of times he makes this grand layout and waits for you to walk in to see him spred on the bed, clad in some cute underwear and nothing else
turns out though you were sick and sent Larry to tell Sal you couldn’t come over cause your phone was dead and you didn’t wanna get him sick
So Larry ends up walking in on a naked Sal and scarying the everloving crap out of him
He makes fun of y'all after that about it
So your first time is honestly uneventful after that whole fiasco
Deciding to just causally hook up at his place instead
Sal is a switch but he leans for bottoming
he can top, he's really good at being a service top
He’s not insecure about himself, he’s pretty big for his height *cough* (9.7) *cough*
but he prefers being spoiled and called pretty
loves being called feminine nicknames like "pretty baby" even if he is topping
stuff that's gender-neutral but is more feminine in origin
He likes it when you do it doggy-style if you're topping just cause if you press him into the mattress he can feel you better inside of him
Whines so much when you go faster
really likes getting fucked stupid, he wants his throat to be sore and his ass to be bed-ridden
Loves topping you when you're in his lap straddling him
He really likes to make you do work for a while, guides you and everything until you're breaking
when you eventually end up asking for him to "just fuck me already Sal...please?" He wants tears down your face, crying and desperate for him or else it’s not gonna happen
He ends up fucking into you like a monster from there if you are
loves when you lay on your back and he's on his knees sitting and thrusting into you, pulling you onto his lap
very vocal either way but he laughs and giggles more with you, his moans are less fucked out and more "oh god, yes!" in nature
His sex drive is really high, he could go for hours
If you end up getting tired when he's bottoming he's gonna bounce on your pretty cock and ride you so pathetically
It's so pathetically adorable
but if he's topping and you get tired he usually asks you if he can fuck you to sleep
You end up agreeing only if he cleans you up after
He doesn't have any severe kinks or whatnot
He's really into being breed though
Tie him up too while you do it
he likes gags as well
when you breed him he'll end up feeling bad after you finish and he can't feel it anymore once it's out
So you end up giving him a buttplug after to compromise
Sometimes if he's being a brat you'll tie him up, gag him, and leave him with a vibrator over stimming him
You'll leave him in the room and come back to a crying Sal, salivating and so fucked out without having even cum once
If you're ever being the brat he does the exact opposite
He'll tie you up but make it so you can't close your mouth
You have to be quiet though, he doesn’t want to hear anything louder than breathing and your pathetic whimpers
you're over stimmed to hell and orgasm so much it's difficult to keep awake
but do not fall asleep cause if you don't get through it to the end it won't end (Consensually of course)
He and Larry definitely hooked up once or twice before meeting you so I think he'd ask you to let him in on it
It becomes a regular occurrence until Larry moves out
But when you do have a threesome and he is feeling dominant get ready to not move for the next three weeks
It's nice though and doesn't end up changing the relationship between you three
That's it, I gotta stop before I cream myself into dirtier shit cause I am his slut. I have Sal Fisher brain rot syndrome so I'll definitely make another one eventually. Request some stuff and I'll be happy to write!
Continuation for Threesome hcs here by request
-Laika
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Late, Late Night // T.H Imagine
Hello, I have not written in a while bc life is just crazy busy rn. If you have sent me in request I will get around to them soon! 
Hope you like this xx 
Feedback would be appreciated (: 
MASTERLIST 
“Hello guys and welcome back to another round of Spill Your Guts or Fill Your Guts with the lovely Y/N Y/L/N and Tom Holland!” James Corden cheers as the cameras turn back on after going on commercial break. You wave at the camera with a sweet smile and Tom does the same. The two of you were here prompting your new movie together. 
James turns to look at the two of you and explains the instructions to the game. You aren’t going to lie and say you aren’t nervous for what is about to asked and for what you might have to eat. Your publicists and manager are both sitting in the front row giving you nods or shakes to what you can or cannot answer. Tom and you knew how this game went as the two of you prepared by watching videos before coming on. 
“I think we should do ladies first.” Tom’s accent fills your ears as he claps his hands with a mischievous glint in his eyes. 
“Fine I’ll do it, but only because I know how afraid you are of the questions Holland.” You laugh shaking your head at the man sitting to your right. The crowd ooh’s and laughs at your comment as Tom’s cheeks blush. 
“I’ll ask the first question.” Tom clears his throat as he picks up the first card. His eyes flicker from the card and then back up to you. 
“What was your first impression of Tom Holland? Well this should be interesting.” He smirks as he raises an eyebrow awaiting your response. You press the tip of your tongue against the back of your front teeth as you think of your response. The crowd even leans forward as they all anticipate the answer dancing on the tip of your tongue. 
“Well, my first impression of Tom was that he was clumsy.” Tom gasps at the slight insult thrown his way. James laughs at Tom’s reaction and begs for more information. 
“When I first walked onto set he was bouncing around with his brother Harry. I was grabbing my coffee right, and I see Tom standing with his brother pretty far from where I was, and I have never met him so I thought why not go introduce myself before we start the scenes, but then I get called back to do makeup and hair so I choose not too.” 
“Oh gosh, I’m remembering now.” Tom groans as he covers his face flushed with embarrassment. You smile over at Tom as James coaxes you to continue on about the conversation. 
“I had to meet him on set, and the first scene we had together was one where he was ‘saving me’. If you haven’t watched the movie yet I’d recommend you mute this part.” You laugh adjusting the sleeves of your dress. “So in the scene I’m meant to trip over a flyer and he’s meant to capture me in the halls. I’m walking around and then he was meant to catch me in his arms.” 
“Oh no!” James gasps with a loud laughter shaking the entire table. 
“He drops me! I literally plummet to the ground and I have a video of it happening and a picture with the large bruise on my elbow to prove it.” You exclaim as Tom shakes his head in pure embarrassment. 
“In my defense, I have really sweaty hands when I’m nervous and her shirt was made out of this silk material. Those two things don’t mix together.” You giggle as he desperately tries to defend himself to the public who are all laughing at him. 
“My turn to ask the question!” You begin to turn the table around finding the most disgusting dish you could find. 
“Ah be wise about this one.” You smirk as you turn to stare at Tom who’s eyes are fixated on the calf brain sitting in front of him. 
“There’s no fucking way I’m eating this.” He grimaces before you utter the question. 
“Tom,” He turns to look at you anxiously waiting the question. “What is the thing you find most annoying about me?” 
“Come on don’t be shy. Come out with it.” You tease as he glances back down at the calf brain contemplating if it’s worth eating it or not. His shoulders drop as he glances at you, James, and then the crowd. 
“The most annoying thing? Only one?” He jokes earning a gasp from you and a loud ‘Ooo’ from the crowd. 
“I’m kidding!” His laugh lines show as he smiles brightly towards you. 
“Come on answer the question.” You lightly shove his foot underneath the table, something the fans with eagle eyes notice. 
“Umm,” He purses his lips together. “There really isn’t anything that annoys me about you. I mean I do find it a bit annoying how grumpy you are in the morning before you get coffee in.” 
“Hey not all of us can be chirpy and upbeat in the mornings. You’re also grumpy in the morning and we have Harrison to vouch for me.” You adjust yourself in your seat as your dress grows stuck to the leather seat. 
James goes next, receiving a question about worst celebrity he has interviewed. He, of course, eats the crickets placed in front of him as he didn’t want to get sued or in trouble with his manager. 
“Y/N, your turn again.” Tom rubs his hands together as he tries to figure out what to give you to eat. 
“Oh no.” You groan as he spins the table around to place the pork meat jelly in front of you. Your hand reaches your lips as the strong scent of the meat fills your nostrils. 
“Oh my gosh.” You suppress a gag as Tom picks the card up and laughs as he reads the question. 
“You’ve worked with multiple famous co-stars before in movies. Rate the co-stars you’ve worked with from hottest to least hot: Sebastian Stan, Chris Evans, and Tom Holland.” 
You open your mouth to speak but quickly shut it as Tom sets the card down with a light giggle. 
“There’s no way I can rate them.” You gasp resting your hand against the table staring at the pork jelly. 
“Is this even edible?” You question the dish as you poke at it with the fork. You hate pork meat, and the idea of answering the question sounds more appealing than this. 
“Yes it is.” James laughs as he watches your hesitation. 
“Ugh fuck, umm.” You uncomfortably laugh, fidgeting with your sleeves. 
“Okay, the hottest will have to be...” You trail off staring at Tom who smirks, puffing his chest out waiting to hear your response. “Gosh I work with these people! It’s so weird.” You laugh staring at the jiggling meat in front of you. The fork is now dangerously close to the dish, your fingers wrapped around the metal ready to slice it. 
“Chris Evans, Sebastian Stan, and, sorry bud, Tom Holland. There I said it!” The fork clinks against the plate as you conceal your blushing face with your hands. 
“Why am I last? Sebastian is always pranking you!” Tom asks feeling offended with your response. James laughs as Tom leans towards you wanting to know why you chose him last. 
“Because you’re annoying and I know you better than the other two.” You shrug turning the table to give him the bull penis. 
“So Tom,” You laugh as you read the question before reading it out to him. “Rate best to worst on screen kiss: Zendaya and Y/N.” You cover your mouth with the card trying to stifle your laugh as his cheeks burn a rosy red. He stares at the bull penis as if his life depends on it. 
Without a single word he reaches over and grabs the bulls penis with the tip of his fingers. James is laughing his head off as he watches Tom hesitate to place the penis inside his mouth. 
Tom glances at you from the corner of his eyes before placing the entire thing in his mouth. You almost gag as he begins to chew it. Tom fists his hand against his lips as he suppresses a gag. You laugh as you lean down to reach for the spit bucket to hand to him. Tom waves his hand as a thanks before spitting out the substance into the metal bin. He’s quick to rinse his mouth out with the glass of water sitting beside him. 
Tom shakes his head as he sits up straight to stare back at the camera. James continues to laugh at Tom’s misfortune and so does the crowd. 
The games soon comes to an end after this and the two of you wave off to the cameras. Once backstage you unhook the mic from your clothes and change into a pair of sweats and a hoodie. The make-up now off your face and your hair up into a messy bun. 
“Car’s here.” Your security guard announces as you scroll through your phone. 
“Alright, is Tom ready?” You question as you walk over to the door with your bag resting on your shoulder. 
“Yeah, he’s on his way down.” The guard mumbles just as Tom’s warm laugh fills the halls. You smile immediately upon seeing him looking cozy in his hoodie. 
“Ready to go?” You ask as you reach Harrison and him. Tom turns to look at you and gives you a curt nod. You furrow your brows in confusion and turn to Harrison for some clarification. All he does is shrug not knowing what got into his best mate’s attitude. 
The walk to the car was unusually quiet. Despite him being at odds with you Tom still opens the door for you and gives you the window seat beside him. The only difference is that instead of him cuddling up beside you he tilts his legs away from you and pops his headphones in leaning his head on Harrison’s shoulder. 
You pull your phone out and text Harrison: 
Y/N: Hey, whats with Tom? 
Harrison’s phone vibrates against his hand. 
Harrison: Don’t know he won’t tell me why. What questions did you get during the show? 
Y/N: I told them about my first impression about him and rating my co-stars. 
Harrison shrugs so you lean back into your seat trying to poke your brain to figure out where Tom’s attitude shifted during the show. It didn’t help that you were feeling drowsy from doing press all day long, all the memories meshed together into one. You shut your phone off and allow him to pout like a child. 
When your eyes flutter open again you realize that your body is no longer sitting upright, but is now melting into the soft mattress of someone’s bed. The warm scent of cologne fills your nose as you squeeze at the pillow allowing you to know exactly where you were. You open your eyes to see the sheets beside you still perfectly tucked in, but you don’t think much about it. 
You smile to yourself as you get up and stretch your exhausted limbs. Your feet hit the freezing hardwood floor sending a shiver down your spine. The soft patter of your feet against the floor fills the room as you venture out towards the living room. Your eyebrows furrow at the silence of the home. The clock resting on the wall gave you the perfect explanation as the hour hand read 6 and the minute hand read 23. The sun is barely peeking through illuminating only small sections of the home.  
The sudden noise of pans hitting each other startles you. You didn’t think anyone would be awake from how silent the home is. The familiar mumble of curses allows you to establish who is wandering around in the kitchen even before you step food inside of it. 
“Babe, what are you doing up at this hour?” You wrap your arms around your body as the chilly morning air from the half opened window blows against your skin. 
“Couldn’t sleep.” He mumbles as he sets the tea kettle on the stove. His eyes avoid you as he wanders about grabbing the tea bags and mugs. You stare at him with curiosity as his bottom lips slightly juts out and his hair looks obnoxiously messy. 
“Tom, what’s wrong?” You break the awkward silence between the two of you. Tom shakes his head, pursing his lips together. “Nothing is wrong. Just tired is all.” 
“Bullshit.” You sigh running your hand through your tangled hair. Your mind races through moments prior to his shift in mood. The questions were all innocent so you didn’t think much about them. 
The tea kettle blares through the kitchen like an alarm jolting you awake. You hear footsteps nearing the two of you in the kitchen and soon a disheveled Harry emerges inside the room. 
“Why?” He mumbles through half opened eyes as Tom rushes to turn to fire off the stove to silence the loud kettle. 
“Sorry.” He mumbles as he places the bright red kettle on the cooler side of the stove. 
“Your brother won’t tell me why he’s mad at me. Do you have any idea as to why?” Harry looks over at you with hooded eyes allowing you to catch the slow eye roll he gives to his brother. 
“Y/N, stop. Harry don’t.” Tom sighs as he pours the boiling water into the mugs. His back flexes as he pushes the tea bags inside of the boiling water to allow it to flavor the water. 
“For fucks sake. Tom’s mad because you didn’t pick him first for hottest vs least hot. Now shut up and please go to bed.” Harry storms back into his room, slamming the door behind him in the process. You don’t blame him as neither of you have gotten a decent nights sleep since the movie premier. 
Your arms cross against your chest as you stare at Tom’s back as he avoids any eye contact with you. 
“Tom is that true?” You question him trying to stifle back a laugh. 
“What?” He feigns knowledge to what you have just found out. He sets the kettle inside the sink. You smile at the man standing in front of you, and making your way over towards him. 
Tom tenses at the sudden contact of a cold skin against his warm one. You feel him melt against you when the soft of your lips press against his back. Your hands rest on his abdomen feeling the way it rises and falls with every steady breath. 
“I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings, but if I would’ve chosen you rumors would spark about us and I thought we both had the mutual agreement that we would keep this on the down low.” You explain yourself. “I will always chose you first in any other situation and I hope you know that.” 
Tom sighs feeling a bit childish over the jealousy he feels over his own co-stars. He knows you’ve worked with them in separate films, and have different relationships with them all; platonic ones. This is an opportunity for him to be a bigger person, and he was going to take it. 
“I know, and I’m sorry for acting childish about the whole thing.” He finally turns to look at you, a sheepish expression on his features. “But honestly it did hurt my feelings that you chose them. Which I know is stupid, but I can’t help it when they’re them and well I’m...me.” 
You stare at the vulnerable man standing in front of you messing with the tea bags inside his, ironically, Captain America Marvel mug. His shoulders slump forward as his bare feet shuffle against the cold hardwood floor. The sweats adorning his hips hang perfectly against his hip bone with the white string tightly formed into an uneven bow tie. The sun now casts a morning glow against his tan skin and turning his natural brown hair into a hidden red shade. 
“Oh Tom,” You sigh walking over towards him, arms wide open embracing his naked torso with your bare arms. Your lips press a comforting kiss against his shoulder blade as your forehead rests on the top of his shoulder. 
“You’re not stupid for feeling this way. I’m happy that you feel comfortable enough with me to tell me how you’re feeling. I’d rather have the ‘I’m me’ than the ‘them’ because the ‘me’ I have is all I ever dreamt when I think about my best friend and lover. I will always pick you first Tom.” You press a sweet kiss to his shoulder before uttering the three words dancing on the tip of your tongue for the past few days. “I love you Tom.” 
You feel his lungs stop producing air as his skin flushes a new shade of red. Your arms unlatch from his body as he flips around to face you. 
His eyes connect to yours almost instantly. He studies your wide eyed gaze as he tries to form sentences in his foggy mind. Those three words have never been uttered by either one. Despite being together for over 4 months neither one has really felt the need to speak them as the other would feel it with the simple gestures done towards one another. Neither one questioned each others love, so there felt no need to verbally speak the words. Hearing them now felt foreign to Tom’s ears, but the flutter in his heart let him know that it was a good thing. 
“I love you too, Y/N.” The smile on your face shines brighter than the sun blaring up into the LA sky. You giggle as Tom wiggles his arms onto your waist, pulling you closer to his warm body. 
“I love you.” He whispers once more before pressing his thin, soft lips against your own lips. They both move in a sensual way, his tongue hinting off the strong taste of his tea. Your hands rest against his soft, toned skin loving the feeling of his heartbeat against the palm of your right hand. He leans his forehead against yours as the two of you race to refill your lungs with oxygen. 
Both staring into each others eyes felt like the first time the two of you met on set many months ago. It felt new and exciting; all the butterflies swarming all throughout your chest and stomach. 
And in that moment the sun glaring through the window felt like a comforting hug from the universe letting you know that everything is going to be alright. 
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brytmoon · 4 years
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i feel like i'm being really annoying about it to ppl so i'm gonna vent here about struggles i have that might be undiagnosed adhd symptoms since i don't have a very big following except for two close friends (sorry y'all)
1. hygiene, such as brushing my teeth in the morning and showering, is hard. it's been hard my whole life but even now, i'll stare at myself in the mirror or scroll through my phone as i try to convince myself to brush my teeth. (this may or may not be related, but i hate going to the dentist, too.) with showering, it's hard to find the time. i always make sure to shower as often as possible (which is every other day, usually) or i make sure i don't smell if i haven't because i'm scared of having b.o. with both, i have to motivate myself to do it with fancy toothpastes and mouthwash or nice-smelling shower gels and lotions. I'm guessing this is executive dysfunction???
2. I've been incredibly disorganized my whole life. i once thought i had adhd when i was younger because of how disorganized i was. I've always had a super messy backpack and a super messy room (it's really messy rn) but i always know where everything is. i had a ds for at least ten years but lost it a couple months ago in the middle of playing it. where did it go???? i have no idea bruh. and i lose my phone all. the. time.
3. i'm terrible with procrastinating. turning in projects and essays at 11:59 after bullshitting it either all day or mere hours before the due date??? a constant. having failing homework grades and having ntis in every class, no matter how much i enjoy it??? a constant. i once did a whole project i hadn't started on until the morning of the due date. i worked on it while in other classes and at lunch and turned it in 3 minutes before the dropbox closed. anything that's not what i enjoy or zaps the fun out of what i enjoy, i procrastinate with. I've sat in front of the computer screen and almost cried so many times because i couldn't get myself to type up a scholarship essay, which OBVIOUSLY would greatly benefit me as a broke college student, but it doesn't matter bc my brain thinks it's boring so why not push it off?? because i procrastinate, i tend to overwhelm myself so much that i break down at least once when an assignment's due because I've formed a terrible habit of pushing myself to overexertion to get a project done that's meant to be done gradually.
4. bouncing off that last point, I'm terrible with time management and remembering events/due dates/assignments to complete. I've tried using schedule apps and alarms. I've tried to plan out my days. I've tried forming routines and habits to get things done at appropriate times and it doesn't work. that schedule app i downloaded and spent so much time filling out? completely forgotten in a week or two. i swipe away the notifications and pay no attention to them. since everything's virtual now, there have been important college information zoom calls, but i forget about them and miss them. i can't remember events, due dates, or assignments if i don't write them down. since i meet every other day or sometimes once a week for a specific class in college, i can easily forget something mentioned earlier that week that's due the next week over the weekend. i have to remember to write in my agenda in order to remember to do something important, which can be stressful and convoluted 🙃🙃 so my bad time management results in further procrastination and missed opportunities, which makes me feel awful about myself late at night when all i can think about is what i should've done better or differently.
5. chores and hobbies are... interesting. when i do get the energy or motivation to clean or draw, i will hyperfocus on them. if i finally feel like cleaning, I'll skip breakfast and/or lunch and won't take care of myself until I'm done. same happens with drawing. and as stupid or funny as it sounds, i find getting up to go pee so annoying!!!! I'm in the middle of doing something i FINALLY want to do and then i have to get up to go use the bathroom. i don't want to break my concentration bc it's an inconvenience. then with hobbies (y'know, things i want to do and enjoy) i procrastinate!! I've been trying to watch atla since everyone loves it and i like it too, but i put off watching it and other shows like crazy. i play instruments and love to do so, but don't practice very often and spend a couple hours doing so when i do because i remember how fun it is. when i do laundry, I'll remember to put the clothes in the washing machine and start it. but then I'll forget to either put them in the dryer, take them out of the dryer, or fold them. i often have to rewash loads because I'll forget they're in there or I'll have a pile of clothes sitting on my bed for days because i procrastinate with folding them and putting them up.
6. i am the most motivated and have the most energy at night. over the summer, I'd stay up until 4 or 5 am on a regular basis. I'd be the most productive during that time but my sleeping schedule would be so off because of it.
7. so people with adhd crave things that produce dopamine, right? well i snack on candy all the time. and i mean it when i say it's ALL THE TIME. my favorite one is red hots because they're crunchy and spicy. eating candy helps me focus and is probably a form of me seeking more stimulation, but it's bad because of my teeth hygiene issues and me hating to go to the dentist. i also can't do tasks quietly. i have to be listening to music or watching a video while working on something and there are times when i want to do both while working??? so now when i watch something or listen to music without working, i tend to need something to do so i scroll through Instagram while having the show on even though it makes me miss what's happening sometimes.
8. i don't really fidget much i don't think?? but i do weird stuff while listening to someone talk. in school, i often doodled on my worksheets and got in trouble for it. I'd draw eyes in the margins, characters I'm fixated on, squiggly lines, and would color in my o's. or while listening to a family member vent, i dance around or listen while scrolling through Instagram. i also have a baaad habit of picking at my skin (dermatillomania). I'd focus on picking scabs for a really long time when i was alone and bored and have scars on my face and legs from doing it. I've picked at my face since i was a kid and absent mindedly do it every day.
9. i can get quite distracted and have to ask for directions to be repeated because i won't hear them?? like my brain won't process what someone said until they say it again when i'm actually fully paying attention. my mom will ask me to run an errand for her and she'll need to repeat it to me because i'll get distracted while she's explaining or i'll forget what she said after walking away. i get off track in conversations a lot and can't really listen well when there's a lot of other noise going on, like in cafeterias. i'll be talking to one friend and hear another interesting conversation down the table and pause while speaking bc my attention shifted. i also can lose my train of thought quite easily when waiting to speak and forget what i was saying and not be able to remember it for the life of me. so I'll interrupt sometimes so i don't forget
10. when talking to friends, i feel like i talk about myself a lot. i like to use my personal experiences to connect with what they said and be empathetic to them, but i worry this comes off as being conceited. i heard that it might be an adhd thing i do to keep myself engaged in the conversation.
i think that's all of them??? I'm so sorry to anyone who has to scroll through all this jgjrjrj but i guess it's good to make note of this stuff in some way because i articulate my feelings better when typing instead of speaking. and this'll be helpful to reference when chatting with a future therapist which i will hopefully get soon! and if anyone sits through this and has any advice, I'm all ears!!
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turtle-steverogers · 5 years
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Rumble (1/2)
mmmm greasers and socs we stan
also its like 1:40 so uh yah be gentle ik my writing ain’t thriving rn
warnings: homophobic slurs, heated make out seshes, uhhh knives/stabbing, bad 1 am writing im sorry
ship: sprace
word count: 2600
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Electricity coursed through Race’s veins as Spot reached up, tangling his fingers in his blonde curls and tilting his head, deepening the kiss even further.  Race hummed, tightening his grip on Spot’s waist and pushing him further against the wall, smirking against Spot’s lips when the breath of a moan escaped him.
It was thrilling, the leather of his own jacket combating the blue boiled wool of Spot’s letterman one.  They weren’t supposed to be doing this, the long standing rivalry between the Greasers and the Socs holding strong.  But Spot Conlon and Racetrack Higgins had never been known to stick to the status quo.  
It had started as a heated fling.  Adrenaline riding high after a particularly intense rumble one evening led them to Race’s dingy bedroom, where they had spent the night on his mattress, words scarce and breaths heavy.  They’d played around like that for a while, stealing kisses when no one was looking, holding teasing eye contact across classrooms.  It drove Race crazy, though.  He wanted more, his passion for Spot giving way to love, care for the Soc worming its way into his stomach and seizing hold of his heart.
This internal conflict, however, was quickly resolved when Spot had pulled him into the boy’s restroom between periods, leading him into a stall and kissing him gentler Race could have imagined.  He’d whispered his love onto Race’s lips, insisting that they become something closer than what they were.  
Race had agreed, but they had a reputation to uphold.  For as long as anyone could remember, they hated each other.  A childhood bond breaking awfully when Spot’s dad got a decent job and moved their family to the other side of town, instilling a jarring pretentiousness within Spot and damaging his friendship with Race.  
So, although the hateful feelings had ceased, the snide remarks and nasty sneers remained ever present when they were in public.  It was a painful mask to wear, biting names at each other and digging into known insecurities for the sake of their act.  It worked, though, because no one suspected a thing.
Race ducked his head down, pressing a bruising kiss to Spot’s neck, allowing his teeth to graze the skin.  He began to suck a hickey into the sensitive area, but stopped when Spot nudged him away.
“Mm, the last one just faded,” he breathed, watching Race through lidded eyes.
Race just smiled, “All the more reason to leave another,” he kissed Spot briefly, reaching around to grasp Spot’s ass, squeezing it playfully, “gotta let everyone know you’re unavailable.”
Spot narrowed his eyes, though there was no hint of malice in them, “Fine, but if you’re gonna leave one, go lower.  Bumlets noticed last time.”
Race swallowed, alarm spreading through his veins, “Did he ask you anythin’?  What’d ya tell ‘im?”
“Relax,” Spot said, easily, playing with the curls at the nape of Race’s neck, sending a jolt down his spine, “Told ‘im I made out with Sarah Jacobs.”
Race’s eyes widened momentarily before he cracked a grin, a laugh forcing its way out of his stomach, “Sarah Jacobs?  That David kid’s sis?”
“That’s the one.”
Race snickered, “Did Bumlets buy it?”
Spot shrugged, “Guess so, he was off my ass after that.”
Race whistled, “Does Sarah know you two apparently made out?”
“I told her I needed a cover,” Spot said, looking mildly uncomfortable, “But I didn’t say what for.”
“Did she ask?”
Spot shook his head, “Just went with it.”
“Good friend,” Race said, nodding approvingly.  His eyes flicked down to Spot’s lips, “Now where were we?”
Spot laughed, leaning in to kiss him, “So eager.”
“Yeah well,” Race fisted Spot’s jacket, tearing it off his shoulders and making Spot gasp, “You’re irresistible.”
Race left their little escapade with Spot’s jacket still held loosely in his grip and a bounce in his step.  The sun was completely set by the time he ventured back to his neighborhood, wandering down the street freely until he came up to his house.  
“Where were ya?”
Race froze, the blood draining from his face as he turned to the side, shoving Spot’s jacket behind his back.  Seated on the rickety armchair that had always resided on the front porch was Race’s brother, Albert, arms crossed at his chest.  He wasn’t wearing a shirt and a pair of their other brother, Jack’s, old pajama pants hung casually on his hips.  It was obvious that he was about to go to bed.  
“And what did you just try to hide from me?” Albert pushed, raising his eyebrows and nodding to Race’s arm, which was still behind his back.
“Mind your own business,” Race snarled, a blush creeping onto his cheeks.
Albert studied him for a moment, his gaze landing on Race’s hair, “Why is your hair all fucked- oh my god,” his expression changed from one of skepticism to pure shock, “You’re hookin’ up with someone, ain’t ya?”
Race spluttered for a moment, feeling his blush deepen, “No,” he sounded entirely unconvincing.
Albert smiled, hopping up with way too much fervor for Race’s liking, “You are! Who is she?”
Race grit his teeth, eyes shifting away from Albert.  He couldn’t lie to him- he’d never been able to- but he couldn’t tell the truth either.
“No one,” he mumbled, “‘M goin’ ta bed.”
He hurried inside, briefly glancing down the hallway to where he could see Jack reading on their ratty sofa, before bounding up the stairs.  He slammed his bedroom door, locking it behind him and slumping down on his matress, kicking off his shoes along the way.  He wriggled out of his jacket and jeans and pulled his blankets up to his chest, tucking Spot’s jacket under his head, breathing in the comforting and familiar smell.  
He allowed it to lull him to sleep, calming his nerves as he was pulled under.
XXX
“Higgins, where’d ya get those jeans?”  Race set his jaw, fighting the urge to smile as Spot’s voice entered his auditory, “Did your mother buy them for you?  Oh wait,” Spot clicked his tongue, “Guess she can’t now that she’s what, six feet under?  If you could even afford to get her properly buried.”
Race turned towards him, noting the apologetic undertone in his voice, “Nah, got them from your parent’s closet when I was visiting your mom last week,” he leaned against his locker, “I must say, she’s really brilliant when she’s-”
Spot lunged forward, slamming him against the locker and biting his lip to keep from laughing, “Don’t you dare speak about my mother like that, Higgins,” he growled.  Race had to give him credit, his acting was brilliant.  
“Or what?” Race countered, reluctantly shoving him back and taking note of the small crowd that had circled around them.  Spot pretended to flounder for a moment and Race took the opportunity, “You Socs are honest pussies when it comes to fights,” he scoffed, “Suck my dick, Conlon.”
Spot’s eyes flashed and he grabbed Race’s ear, yanking him down to his level and whispering, “Better meet me out behind the school after last period,” he pulled away, raising his voice once more, “And that’s a promise, Higgins,” the crowd around them hooted, obviously expecting some sort of threat to be fulfilled, “Watch your back.”
Race watched him leave with his posse, letting his guard down.  Faux fights with Spot always instilled some sort of excitement in him, the lie a fast wave to ride.
The school day crept by painfully.  Race sat restlessly in his classes, bouncing his leg vigorously as he watched the clock tick excruciatingly slow.  He was out of his seat, backpack slung haphazardly on his back the moment the bell rang, He walked faster than strictly necessary to the back of the school, where Spot was already waiting.  A cigarette hung lazily from his lips and he looked up as Race approached, plucking it from his mouth and holding it out in a silent offer.
Race took it blindly, pulling a deep drag before chucking it to the ground and stepping on it as he moved forward, pinning Spot to the wall and pressing their mouths together.  The taste of the cigarette melded between them, adding a certain heat to their already intense session.  Spot gasped against his lips, whining when Race reached down, unzipping his fly and unbuttoning his khakis.  
“Aye, Conlon, there you-”
Spot drove Race away from him, fumbling to fix his pants as Hotshot approached, looking both confused and furious.
“What, are you two fucking or something?” He barked, rounding on Spot, “Thought you wanted nothing to do with this Greaser scum.”
Spot seemed to regain his composure, “I don’t,” he said, voice low, “He came onto me, I was just about to beat the shit out of his faggot ass.”
Race winced, mentally forcing himself to remember Spot was pretending.
Hotshot frowned, nose scrunched in disgust, “Yeah?  Kinda looked like you were enjoying it.”
Spot rolled his eyes, attempting to shoulder past Hotshot, “Whatever.”
Hotshot grabbed his bicep, holding him in place, “You two really wanna prove your little rendezvous wasn’t what it looked like? Be at the lot tonight at sundown.  Shouldn’t matter what happens if these little fairy flings are fake.”
Hotshot threw Spot to the ground, spitting next to him before leaving.  Race watched him go, making sure he was out of sight before reaching down a hand to help Spot up.  Spot shook his head, his chest heaving as he hoisted himself to his feet.
“We could run,” Race said, “Leave before tonight.”  He was trembling, certain that his face matched Spot’s pale expression.
Spot looked like he was having some sort of aneurysm as he backed away, “No, I, uh-” he sounded breathless, scared, “I gotta go, I’ll see you...tonight, yeah, uh.  Be there,” he finally looked at Race, “Please.”
Race shook his head, dumbfounded, “Spot, we don’t have ta-”
But Spot was gone, footsteps echoing as he ran in the opposite direction.
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Race sat on his mattress, nausea turning in his stomach as he watched the sky change through his window.  There was probably homework he could be doing, but what did it matter if he was just going to be killed this evening.  Rumbles were unpredictable; a nasty throttle of blood and animosity.  It was rare that anyone actually died, but that didn’t stop the worst possible outcome from crawling into his brain.
These things were huge, large sums of both sides turning up for each one.  Race usually liked them to a degree, finding the exhilarating atmosphere entertaining, but that was when he wasn’t the center of the conflict.  Now, it was just sickening.
“Aye, if you’re coming to the rumble, we should get goin’ now.”  Jack peeked his head into his room.  
Race forced himself to look at his older brother, trying to smile as convincingly as he could.  He hadn’t told Jack and Albert that he was a key contender in the rumble, just that there was one.  Though, in hindsight, he should’ve refrained from talking about it at all- not that it would have stopped them from finding out.  Word gets around fast.
“Yeah, uh, yeah,” Race said, clearing his throat and scooting forward to pull on his shoes, “Al comin?”
“You know the kid,” Jack leaned against his doorframe, holding out Race’s jacket for him, “Could never pass up the chance ta watch a fight.”
Race choked out a laugh, though it sounded more like a whimper, “Yeah,” he flinched as his voice cracked.
Albert was already waiting at the bottom of the stairs, shoes tied and jean jacket on, “C’mon guys, the sun’s settin’!” he exclaimed, reaching out and pulling Race out the door, “It’s gonna start soon.”
With each step Race took towards the lot, it felt like he was approaching his doom.  He wanted nothing more than to curl up with Spot and find comfort in their closeness, but he couldn’t have that now.  Besides, Spot was clearly mortified, there was no way he was up for cuddling right now.
The mass of people in the lot was visible even from a distance, already divided seamlessly into two sides.  The three boys approached, naturally fusing into the side that housed the Greasers, blending in with the hoard of rowdy looking boys.  Race’s eyes scanned the other group, immediately finding Spot at the head of the crowd, clad in his favorite red sweater.  He was jeering at someone from the Greasers, though Race could sense the apprehension emanating from him.  
He tried to blend in, staying purposefully towards the back, but it was no use.  He made piercing eye contact with Hotshot and felt the blood drain from his face as the Soc’s face morphed into one of triumph.  He shoved his way to the middle of the split and held his fingers to his mouth, whistling loudly enough to gain everyone’s attention.  Race looked back at Spot, who was staring at Hotshot, lips parted slightly.  
“We’re gathered here this fine evening,” Hotshot began, his tone innocent, but eyes fiery, “Because I had the pleasure of witnessing something extraordinary,” he had everyone’s apt attention now, “See, I was walking after school, looking for our favorite shorty here,” he yanked Spot out of the crowd and Spot grimaced, looking like he wanted to disappear, “When I found him behind the school,” he paused for affect, “Pants unbuttoned and tongue down the throat of-” Murmurs were already rippling through the crowd, “Racetrack fucking Higgins.”
Race shut his eyes as he felt every head turn towards him.  Somewhere to his left, he could hear Albert mumble, ‘what the fuck’, along with a few confused hoots from other people.  He wanted to run.  He wanted to grab Spot and skip town and pretend that none of this was happening- that they were okay.  But his feet were glued to the spot.
“Now, I’m sure it was a simple misunderstanding,” Hotshot spoke again, “Seeing as it is common knowledge that these two cannot stand each other,” Race gasped as someone pushed him to the middle, “I’m sure this little debacle can be cleared up.”
Race opened his eyes, sucking in a breath when he realized how close he was to Hotshot and Spot.
“You two hate each other, yes?” Hotshot hissed, leaning in close to him.
Race nodded vigorously.
“Prove it, then,” Hotshot jabbed, producing a switchblade from his back pocket, “Stab him.”
Race choked, “Stab Spot?  You want me to stab your best friend?”
Hotshot laughed, “He’s not my best friend,” he said, “Not as long as he’s okay with kissing on other men,” he pressed the knife into Race’s hand, “Now go.”
Race stared at the blade, turning it over in shaking hands before flipping it open.  He could feel the crowd watching him with baited breath and he spared a glance at Spot, who was watching him with desperation written on his face.  Race focused his eyes, making a split second decision.
He lunged forward, tackling Spot away from Hotshot and pinning him to the ground, driving his knee into his side.  He flipped open the knife and held it between them, watching as Spot’s expression calmed.
“I love you,” Spot murmured, breaths evening out, “Do what you have to, it’s okay.”
Race drank in his expression, bathing in the warmth of his rich brown eyes and cherishing the beauty in his hard features.
“I love you, too,” He muttered back, “I’m sorry.”
He took a deep breath, plunging the blade into his own stomach.
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nnng yeah im gonna write a pt 2 dw dw we’re not jus leavin it there
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onepunchmiss · 5 years
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OPM s2e3 Live Blog
“The Hunt Begins”
Ok I had 3 screenshots leaked to me before seeing the episode, but only one of them was spoiler-y in that I wasn’t sure if we’d get that far in the episode. And of course not only did I not leave work early, but had to stay an hour late. So without further delay, I’m hoppin to it. Reminder, I’m watching each episode as someone who is caught up with both the manga and web comic.
Alright, off the bat we’re getting the Charanko expulsion over with. I wasn’t expecting that, but it makes sense- it’s a good hook to lead with and set up the Garou issue before actually getting into Garou destroying everyone.
BTW I am Still not over the opening theme- nope it still gets me both visually and musically. (I definitely was not listening to the song on repeat at work all day. nope. what kind of nerd would do that definitely not me hahaaaaaa)
I like that Charanko doesn’t bat an eye that The Worlds Strongest Man King is there, or Blizzard of Hell, he’s just like ‘ah they’re multiplying.’ Fuckin kek. Saitama oh sweetheart, “Silver Fang” may be cool but to us you’ll always be the One Punch Man oh dear my heart
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oh OH YES Guys you have no idea how excited I am for this fight?? I know Tank Top Master isn’t really popular but like I’m a gym rat so I’ve got a soft spot for him and Superalloy. Guys, in the databook his favorite things are chicken breasts and protein. Also I mean hes actually a decent guy too, but----- Anyway, wasn’t too hard finding Garou, was it Charanko?
Oh, oh right. Let me clarify I’m excited to see TTM get some screen time. Also to watch trash son (aka Garou) kick some ass. I’m, I’m not excited about him kicking Mumen’s ass specifically. This is gonna hurt.
(garou scary face)
His faces literally make me shout WOAH at my screen ok thanks scary trash son. Ah, lookit the tanktopper army!! Fukkin Tank Top Mask is there to I’m- yes, just yes.
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YES. MY BRO MY MAN KICK SOME ASS. Garou’s little ‘nani??’ omfg perfect.WAIT the little ‘haha~~’ THAT was perfect. I also need to point out here that in the manga Garou has a lot of crazy faces, like his expressions are very extra, (another way he’s a foil to Saitama, hah) but seeing them actually in motion speaking is borderline uncanny valley? They’ve creeped me out twice already and he’s been on screen for like 20 seconds? I mean i guess he IS going for the scary-monster thing, so uh, good job u freeky trash man you.
Oh, Tiger and Black Hole, I only missed you a little bit.
BOMB. ITS BOMB. YES. AAAHHH. I MEAN I KNEW HE WAS GOING TO SHOW UP IN THE EPISODE BUT IM STILL? HYPED??
Man the Garou music is really intense, holy shit. If I’m not mistaken something at least similar played when he was fighting at the HQ last episode. Honestly, I hope it’s not gonna be this sounding track every time garou gets in a fight. Cause, y’know, ge gets in a lot of those. It’s only been twice now and it’s still during establishing character moments so it passes, but I really really hope they switch it up or it will lose it’s epic feel.
Oh, there he goes with his creepy faces.
FUCK Mumen You FOOL. Also, how did you take that hit so well??? Tiger and Black hole are right for once. Oh you fools. Oh you fools. Stop it’s gonna get worse. ITS GONNA GET WORSE stOP TalKInG
Wait did Garou actually fake walk away in the manga?? I don’t remember that??? Gotta double check myself there cause that threw me off like? Garou??
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Garou: 50% Uncanney Faces, 50% Badass
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand back to the freeky faces. Also, TTM’s “KUSO!!”
oh.
oh god.
The sound as he repeatedly bashes Mumen’s skull into the concrete. REPEATEDLY. my stomach. This fight is a rollercoaster of hype and pain oh no
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Here have this screnecap so you can suffer, too
I must say, watching Garou fight otherwise is an absolute joy. The rest of this scene was so dynamic. I loved the way just glided through everyone and bounced around so fluidly. Keeping the water stream fist throughout it was also visually really pleasing. I need more. Give me more Garou fights, this is AMAZING. And that put us about half way through the episode like I predicted, which means I have no idea at what scene the episode will end.
“He’s here” Oh that was funny. Was that filler? I dont remember that either good shit good shit
YES IT THE 
B A N A N A T I M E  
TTM: “At least say I put up a good fight!!” Oh sweetheart I love you and appreciate you you did great
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OH MY FUCK OH MY GOD OH FUCK GOOD OH FUCK SHIT FUCK
Oh shit that was a cool gag, how the newspaper flew past and garou just appeared. also. The most beautiful friendship is about to start and oh my god I’m so excited. Ok really I won’t lie- I would have been SCREAMING at Tareo on the screen if the didn’t just lead with Zombieman’s face in the catalog. I live for that pout. And his eyebrow is quirked like the heck u lookin at just. F. I’ve exhausted all my energy screaming at that. I’m so sorry.
Wait wait they still showed the side of his face again guys I’ve got it so bad for that 2D man help
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I’ve waited so long for this scene. OH MY FUCK the little leg bob guys someone gif it NOW.  I love both of them so much. Also, Tareo’s voice is adorable. Watching that kid go through some shit is gonna be heart wrenching. FFF Anyway, it looks like we are getting GoldenBall and Spring Mustachio this episode? I was torn either way if we’d see that much. huh.
Oohhh Shit Sea King and Melzalgald! Wassup flashbacks?? Oh my gosh Saitama looks so excited I think thats the happiest we’ve seen him in a long time? No wonder he takes an interest in martial arts! AH! The ticket! The ticket! The tournament ticket!! I know a bunch of people considered the tournament filler and found it annoying, but I’m so excited for it!! Like, it seriously gave me a whole new respect for Lightning Max and Snek, I can’t wait to see those boys get the spotlight for a second again!
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OMFG What is this jiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii-- wtf I am Cackling?? Oh my fuck its still going this is Peak Comedy 
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AH! I missed them! And I wish the screen wasn’t so dark, but otherwise SEE WHAT I MEAN? Shit watching Garou move is fun as hell, even if he’s barely moving. Also, is that legit bullet fire sound effects? I also love that those two get drinks together regularly enough that Spring knew something was up when GB wasn’t there. So good so good.
Garou: “Ding ding ding”          Me: glorious you bastard
Question, what the fuck is that sword made of that it shoots rainbows for miles? Is it the power of gay? I mean I personally don’t ship Spring and GB buuuuuuuuuuuuuut…………………………….
OH IM SO DISAPPOINTED GAROU DIDNT JUST FLIP US ALL OFF JUST A THUMBS DOWN CMON I WAS EXCITED FOR THAT I FEEL RIPPED OFF. Also there’s that music again, but it didn’t play the whole time thank goodness.
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“Here comes the fan service to your screen” amirite?
Eh at least I got the satisfaction of watching the sleezeball get decked in the face. The brunette’s face when he asked for a kiss on the cheek is SUCH  a MOOD. And oh fuck the ‘relax its for peace” Those two girls are the real stars of this episode I love them.
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Obligatory “YES”ing at the screen rn hold on
OH FUCK GAROUS REACTION IS PRICELESS
Hey wait. HEY WAIT ARE THEY GONNA SHOW MY TRASH SON WAKING UP IN THE TRASH WHERE HE BELONGS??? THAT’S VERY IMPORTANT VERY
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THE POST CREDIT SCENE. Genos I love you never change. Just. look at this precious boy. And the voice acting is perfect. I’m glad they ended on a humorous note this time. Gold.
IN SUMMARY: I honestly don’t feel like I have much to say or reflect on. I just really loved this episode. Favorite one yet. I mean of course I’m going to like it more as the story kicks the fuck up, but I genuinely had zero complaints, and actively enjoyed watching the animation.
Warning for next week btw, I’m going to be out of the country and also not really near civilization, so I probably won’t have wifi, so theres a good chance I wont be able to blog next week’s episode till I get back. Which I’m actually pissed about. because 
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WE ARE GOING TO GET TO SEE METAL BAE KICK SOME MONSTER ASS AND IVE WAITED SO MANY YEARS TO SEE HIS STUPID DELINQUENT FACE IN ACTION FUCK MY TIMING MAN IM BOTH EXCITED AND PISSED of all the weeks I had to live in the wilderness UHG. Bet your ass I’m going to TRY MY DAMNDEST  to get internet next Tuesday.
I’ll hopefully see yall next week, thanks for reading!
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