#but that could be bc i ate pizza rolls before drinking but anyway
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My everyday text (2) - Owen Joyner
(gif not mine! credits to owner)
owen joyner x oc
summary: oc goes to a party for halloween and calls owen drunk. he’s worried
warnings: underage drinking (bc rowe’s 20), swears, mentions of sex
a/n: this has a part one that i recommend you read to read this one and a part three that you can decide if you wanna read
masterlist
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It was a day before Halloween, and I was debating on whether to stay in my apartment dressed up and with a marathon of Halloween movies and a bunch of sweets like I used to do with Mads, or go out with Nora and her now boyfriend and some friends to a college party. Nora was very adamant on the second one.
“I’m just saying, you’ve been very stressed lately and you deserve to let go and go crazy. Get in a hot or cute costume, have fun, get drunk if you want to, maybe meet someone” she gave me a suggestive look and I rolled my eyes “Oh come on, Rowan! You need to get laid!”
“Nora!” I laughed, this time getting her to roll her eyes “I don’t know if I want to meet someone, even if it’s just for a one-night-stand”
“Are you serious?! Rowe, you spent all last year with one-night-stands! Believe me, I know. I have a list”
“No you don’t” I gaped, but Nora only hummed nonchalantly “Why would you have that?!”
“Well, people were coming in and out of here at least three times a week, and I was thinking that maybe I should’ve started to make them pay rent, ‘cause they always ate something from our cupboards. But then I thought that that would technically make you a prostitute, so I decided against it” while I still looked at my friend with a slacked jaw, I found myself not finding it that weird. Conversations like this were normal around here.
“Doesn’t matter. I don’t want a one-night-stand, it feels wrong for some reason”
“Is this because of that boy you talk to on FaceTime?”
“Which one? I talk to Owen, Char and Jer” it was true.
I had talked to all three boys on FaceTime. I didn’t talk to Charlie or Jeremy as much as Owen, but we had still had our times when we’d kick Owen out of his own call and talked with them alone, and I liked to think of them as my new friends too. Other times I’d just hang up on him and call any of the others —that I knew, because apparently there were a lot of people in this secret project I didn’t know about—, and most of the time I talked with them it was just a massive group call of us being stupid. Same thing happened when Jadah joined Madi and I.
“Which one?” Nora asked incredulously “The blond! The one that flirts with you! The guy! You fucking wrote him a song, Rowan!”
“I wrote you a song too. And he can’t flirt for shit”
“But it’s different! You like this boy, there’s deep feelings in that song. Mine is literally about how much you love me because I bring you pizza”
“Okay so maybe I have a crush on Owen!” I admitted “It’s not like I’m gonna do something about it, you know what happened the last time I had a crush on a friend. I don’t want that to happen again”
“Sweetie, you can’t just block romantic feelings for everyone” Nora sat down next to me and placed her hand on my knee “You were bound to fall for someone again, it’s not something you can’t control”
“Yeah, I know” I sighed “Okay, so what kind of costume did you have in mind?”
The blond smiled excitedly and jumped up, running to her closet.
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“Happy Halloween!” Madison cheered on her side of the screen “What are you gonna do? We’re going to have a party over here, I’m dressing as a devil and Jadah is going as an angel”
“Fitting” I nodded “How much candy have you had?”
“None. But I did have three coffees. Day started early, and I was basically falling asleep while I was standing”
“God, Dee. Anyways, I’m going to a party at a faculty. Nora lent me a black dress and bought me a pair of black feathered wings. Her words were “Rowan, you’re going as a raven”. But just in case, she also bought me some Maleficent horns, because I’ll probably end up losing the wings”
“A party? You going back home with someone?” she arched a brow as she whispered the las sentence, eyeing around her.
“Why does everybody think I’m taking someone home? I’m not!”
“Who’s not taking anyone home after a party?”
“Jeremy! My man! Can you please take my side? Is it really that weird that I’m not having a one-night-stand?”
“He doesn’t count! He doesn’t know how you were last year”
“I don’t, but I’d love to know” he quickly sat down, completely ignoring my offended look.
“You’re such a gossip. You already know about my famous crushes you don’t need to know about my love life status”
“Hey, you told me about them” he pointed his finger accusingly at me.
“But you didn’t stop me! You even made comments about some” I crossed my arms.
“Is it because of Owen that you’re not taking anyone home?” he arched a brow, smirking when he saw my blush and sharing a look with Madi.
“What about you, Jer?” I quickly changed the subject “What’s your love life look like? Girlfriend? Boyfriend?”
“He’s way passed that” Madison smirked “He’s engaged”
“No he’s not!” I gasped as a small smile and a giant blush appeared on the boy’s face “How did I not know that? You’re supposed to brag to everyone about your fiancée, dude. I wanna know about them”
“Her name’s Carolynn” he started, and once he started, there was no stopping.
I ended that call knowing the whole story about how the soon to be husband and wife met, how they had started dating, how wonderful and amazing she was and how happy Jeremy was with her. I couldn’t help the smile on my face as I watched him talk about Carolynn, it was very obvious he was very much in love with her and that he couldn’t wait to be married to her. Madi looked exactly like me, it was impossible not to smile at him.
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“Hello?” I couldn’t quite comprehend the tiredness in the other person’s voice, but then again, I couldn’t quite walk straight “Rowan? You there? Why are you calling me at- four in the morning?”
“Owen! ¡Hola!” my tone was probably too overly cheery and happy, but I could care less in that moment “How are you?”
“Are you okay?” there was shuffling heard from his line, like he was moving on his spot.
“Of course I am! Why wouldn’t I be?” the words came out slurred.
“Are you drunk?” if I had been in a normal state, I would’ve probably identified the disbelief in his voice, but like I’ve pointed out a couple of times now, I wasn’t.
“Just a tiny bit” I neared my thumb and index fingers and narrowed my eyes, ignoring the fact that he couldn’t see me.
“Where are you, Rowes?”
“I’ve been walking around campus for a while now” I giggled “I can’t find my apartment. It’s usually with the residences, but I can’t find those either”
“Okay, uh... Rowan? I need you to listen to me, are you listening to me?” I hummed, nodding my head along “Okay, you know where the apartment is. I need want you to get there, can you do that for me?”
“Of course silly. I’ll do whatever you want” I smirked.
“As much as I like you flirting with me, it’s really not the moment”
“You’re no fun, I’m gonna call Milo. Maybe I can find him around here and we can go somewhere” I frowned and pulled the phone away from my ear, ready to hang up and call the funny tall boy Nora had introduced to me two days before and was now my best friend.
“Wait, wait, wait! Don’t hang up please! I just want you to get home safely. If you need to flirt with me while you do it, you can. I’m just worried”
“Aw, Owen, you’re such a softy. It’s one of the reasons I fell for you” I cooed “Don’t worry, cutie. I’ll get home just fine” and then I hung up.
I ignored all the text messages that popped up in my screen from different people, let all the calls ring and just kept walking. I did eventually get to our little apartment, and fell face first on my bed, not bothering to take my make up or contacts off. I was sleeping within three minutes.
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I woke up the next day with a massive headache, and with a lot of trouble to open my eyes. “Fucking contacts. Fucking party. Fucking Nora. Fucking drinks. Fucking stupid brain.”
My phone rung in that moment, making me groan. I picked it up, answering the call.
“So loud. Cállate. Shut the hell up” I whined at whoever called me.
“You picked up. Oh my God, guys! I have her!” I furrowed my brows as I recognized Jadah’s voice, forcing myself to get up and make my way to the bathroom.
I rummaged the cabinet trying to find a pill for my headache. I placed my phone in speaker as I took my lenses off.
“Rowan María Flores! What the hell were you thinking?!” I knew that voice. That was Mr. Reyes, using his dad tone on me.
“H-Hey, King” I said hesitantly.
“Do not “King” me, señorita. Do you know how worried we all were?”
“What are you talking about?” I asked “I hardly remember anything from last night” I admitted embarrassed “But I just woke up, so it should all be coming back in the next half hour”
“You called Owen drunk, saying you were lost in the campus, Rowan” Charlie spoke, calling me by my name instead of the nickname he was adamant in using “Then you just hung up on him and never picked your phone up again. He woke me up in the middle of the morning worried sick and stressed out”
Guilt washed over me like a waterfall. When had I done that? Why had I done that? “Dammit drunk me”
“We didn’t know what to do, so we called Madi and Mr. Reyes and the others” he continued “We’ve all been trying to call you since. Your phone probably has millions of messages and lost calls”
“Are you okay?” Madison’s voice sounded broken, and all I could do was stutter out a “Yeah”. “Thank God. We were so worried, Ro-Ro”
“I’m so sorry” I whispered “I didn’t want to make you all go through this. Oh my God, what have I done” I ran my hands through my hair, looking down at the sink “Is uh- is Owen there?” I cleared my throat.
“I’m calling you” he stated instead of answering. He didn’t sound happy.
The phone call ended and two minutes later his contact name was requesting a FaceTime. I gulped. I didn’t care in the slightest of my appearance with my messy hair and smudged dark make-up, but I knew how he had been feeling for the past hours, because I had experienced it too with some friends. It was a terrible feeling of being worried for them and slightly panicking, scared because I couldn’t go save them, as I didn’t know where they were. He knew where I had been, but he couldn’t exactly jump on a plane to come save me.
I shakily hit the “Accept” button and breathed in.
“What were you thinking, Rowan?!” he all but exclaimed when he appeared on the screen.
His hair was the messiest I’d seen it —and I’d seen it just out of bed— and he had bloodshot eyes with bags under them. He only had a pair of sweatpants on, like he hadn’t bothered changing at all.
I couldn’t utter a word, my throat had completely closed, and he took it as his cue to continue.
“Do you know how worried we were? How worried I was? You call me at four in the morning, telling me you can’t find your place while you’re drunk, alone, after a party and on Halloween! And then you hang up and you don’t answer anymore! You’ve no idea what kind of scenarios were going through my head! I was this close to hop on a plane to make sure you were okay! Fucking hell, Rowan!”
“I-I’m sorry” I repeated, tears about to spill from my eyes “It’s just, it was Halloween, and I wanted to have fun, release all the stress and forget about the problems, a-and I lost track of how many drinks I was having, and next thing I knew, I was super drunk. I shouldn’t have called you, I only made you worried. God, what was drunk me thinking?”
I shut my eyes closed for a second and let my breath go, hearing him do the same. His voice was softer the next time he talked.
“It’s fine. I mean, it’s not, but I get that you wanted to let loose” he rubbed his face “I shouldn’t have yelled at you, I’m sorry. Shit, it was just so scary, you know? Not knowing what would happen to you”
“I get it” I assured “I’ve been through it too. So I know how it feels, and I can’t believe I made you feel it. I am so stupid”
“Hey, no. Let’s talk about something else. How about you get all that make-up off and freshen up? You look a little dead”
“Hey!” I shouted, only to hold my head and wince “I hope the pill kicks in quickly, otherwise I think I’ll die for real”
I took some cotton pads and my make-up remover, looking at my mirror to make sure I got it all off. I then left the camera to change into comfier clothes and came back to Owen with a sweater on and fiddling with his fingers.
“Rowes?” he called, and I hummed to show him that I was listening “There’s this thing you said yesterday, and I didn’t notice it at first, but I kinda ran over the conversation a million times in my head-”
“Owen, what did I say” I chuckled “It can’t be that bad”
“You said I was a softy” I rolled my eyes, but then he continued “and that it was one of the reasons you fell for me”
My mouth fell into a perfect “o”, and I felt my cheeks and neck get hotter. He was red too, but had a small smile on his lips. I stuttered trying to make out an excuse, but his chuckle cut me off.
“A drunk man’s words are a sober man’s thoughts” he said with a smirk “Or a woman’s in this case. I knew you were crazy for me, Flores” I furrowed my brows at his teasing. Was he really making fun of me for having fallen for him? “Don’t look at me like that, Rowes. I like you too. A lot” he laughed a little “But it’s always me that is left stuttering whenever you flirt with me, so I thought I’d take advantage of it” he shrugged.
“You little shit!” I laughed “I’d kiss you if I could” I grinned, causing his smile to get bigger, if it was possible.
“First thing I’m gonna do when we meet, after squeezing you in a hug”
“Deal. I’ll sing you your song”
“Can’t wait”
“Yeah, me neither”
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Rumors (Modern!Ivar/Reader)
A/N: I got this request some months ago and I loved it💜 I wrote it a few times, and I should have posted it on Monday, but when I was finishing it... I didn’t like the ending at all, so I had to postpone it until @ivaravi helped me💕 so thank her bc I really didn’t know how to continue😅
I hope you like it! Thank you anon for the request😘
Warnings: Ivar...👀 mentions of sex and... I think that’s all
Words: 3381
gif belongs to @honestsycrets
Was it him or you looked even more beautiful that day?. When you entered the classroom with a couple of friends next to you, laughing at something one of them said, Ivar could swear you moved in slow motion. Like in movies, when the pretty girl is introduced.
Ivar tried to look away from you, try not to look like a total creep by watching you. It was nearly impossible, to be honest.
You said goodbye to your friends as they sat down on their usual seats and asked them to wait for you after the end of the class so you could grab lunch together. And, as always, you walked over to the seat next to him.
Ivar remembered the first day of class. You were completely alone, being new in town, and sat next to him, asking for permission with a soft blush and a nervous smile. He was so surprised you actually wanted to sit down next to him that he just stared at you for like a minute.
Since then, and though you had made a few more friends around university, you always sat down next to him in Scandinavian History.
"Hi" you left your bag on the seat next to yours, sitting down and smiling brightly at him "How are you?"
"Hi" he cleared his throat "I'm... Fine, you?"
"I'm glad" you didn't stop smiling. Ivar hated the fact that he had the urge to smile whenever you did it "I'm fine too, but stressed with exams" you sighed.
"Don't be" he frowned "Just study as much as you can and do them" he shrugged "If you pass, nice, if you fail... Well, you have another chance"
You looked at him with an eyebrow raised.
"Yeah, that's easy to say for you, you're the smartest here" you rolled your eyes smiling playfully "Anyway, I'm not worried about Scandinavian History, I know your notes will be more than enough" you giggled.
Ivar never gave his notes to anyone. In fact, he barely had notes. Only the subjects he was more interested in. But you could ask him with that smile and, though he'd protest a bit, he'd give them to you.
You winked at him when he glared at you, annoyed, and turned around to look at the teacher, who was already writing dates on the blackboard.
Ivar bit his lip and looked at you again, nervously. He had decided to ask you as soon as the class ended. It would be better for when you said no, and he wouldn't have to sit next to you after you rejected him.
Damn you, Ubbe, he thought taking a deep breath. His brother had been insisting he should ask you out, ever since you came to say hello to him one morning as he was smoking next to his brother's car with Ubbe and Hvitserk. They didn't stop teasing him about it since then, and he had to agree to ask you out so Hvitserk would stop threatening to slide into your DMs.
"Just tell her you'd like to invite her to dinner or something like that, to talk to her, relax a bit..." Ubbe had said, shrugging.
"Or to the cinema" Hvitserk added, chuckling "If you sit on the back row, you can..."
Ubbe and Ivar had interrupted him then, groaning and rolling their eyes at the same time. Only Sigurd found that funny.
"Yeah, you should take her to the cinema, Ivar, if you actually talk to her during the date she might realize you're an asshole"
Ubbe had to intervene then.
The lecture was over too soon. He hadn't paid any attention, but he had already read the book twice, so he didn't really mind. His heart was beating so fast he was scared you'd heard it, and he hated himself for not being able to control his own emotions.
You were already standing, collecting your things and muttering how long the day was and how you needed a two-year holiday.
"Y/N"
You turned around to look at him again, an excited smile -probably because it was lunch time- on your face.
"Yes?"
Ivar took a deep breath, and trying to hide his blush, he looked at you in the eyes.
"Would you like to go out?" He said quickly, clearing his throat "You know... With me"
You blinked a couple of times, surprised. Then you had to held back a huge smile.
"I... Like a date?
Ivar frowned. He felt stupid for asking you, of course you would say no, what the hell was he thinking? And... Were you holding back a laugh?
"I... Don't know, do you want it to be a date? It can be a friendly date, if you prefer..."
"No, I mean... I'm fine with a normal date" you blushed, trying to hide your excitement. Your fucking crush was asking you out, and you needed to sit down and have a glass of water.
"Really?" Ivar widened his eyes.
"Yeah, it could be fun" you smiled at him "So... Where do you want to go?"
"I... Know a place, it's near my apartment" he shrugged "We could go there and have a pizza or..."
"Yeah, okay, I'll be there tomorrow" you nodded, the beautiful smile on your lips made Ivar gulp again "Text me the address, okay?"
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Your friends didn't seem as excited as you.
They listened to you as you told them excitedly that Ivar had asked you on a date. In fact, you barely ate lunch, too excited and already worried about what the hell you were going to wear.
"Wait" your friend interrupted you "You're not actually thinking about going to that date, are you?"
You raised an eyebrow, looking at her confused.
"What?"
"We're talking about Ivar" she shrugged "Maybe he will fuck you after the date, but you won't hear from him again"
"What are you talking about?" You chuckled in disbelief.
She sighed, leaving her fork next to her salad and looking at you again.
"I know you're new here, Y/N, but you heard the rumors, right?"
"What rumors?" You bit your lip "Sorry, I don't know what you're talking about"
"Ivar is not so good with women" she shook her head "He treats them really bad"
You blinked a few times, with your lips parted and your lunch already forgotten.
"What do you mean? I mean, Ivar is not the nicest person in the world, I know that but..." You shook your head "He has never treated me like that, and I have never seen him..."
"Remember Margrethe?" She raised an eyebrow.
"The blonde girl that dated his brother? Yes, what about her?"
"His brothers" she emphasized with a small smile "She hooked up with Ivar too, she told Sigurd he couldn't... Get it up"
You pressed your lips together when she coughed to hold back a laugh, glaring at her.
"It's not funny, that happens to a lot of people, and what does that have to do with anything, anyway?"
"After that" she had the decency to stop laughing, at least "He started sleeping with lots of girls, God, he was even worse than Hvitserk... They always said the same: that after fucking them, he would literally kick them out of his house and ignore them forever" she rolled her eyes "Others said he couldn't even perform, you know"
You widened your eyes, pushing your plate away. You weren't hungry anymore.
"Wow" you muttered "I could never imagine he would do something like that..."
"And he's rude, he treats people like trash, Y/N"
You looked away, frowning a bit with a pout on your lips.
"But... Who told you all of this?"
"People" she shrugged "I can't assure you it's completely true, but... I think it is, you can judge by yourself"
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You stood just outside the lovely little restaurant. You could see him sitting on one of the tables, talking on the phone, and you felt awful. You nearly didn't come to the date, thinking about calling him and telling him you were sick, scared of what your friend had told you about him. What if it was true? The mere thought of him being such an asshole with girls -girls like you- made your stomach turn, but at the same time... It was pure gossip, and it might not be true, he deserved the chance to explain himself.
You took a deep breath before entering the restaurant. Ivar's eyes looked up when he heard the door, and he muttered something on the phone and hung up quickly, clearing his throat and giving you a small smile.
"Hi" you smiled back at him "Sorry I interrupted your call"
"No, it's fine" he shook his head, blushing a bit "It was my mother, don't worry"
Your smile widened. It was truly hard to believe those gossips when he blushed and looked away in that way.
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"God, this place is amazing" you groaned taking another bite of your pizza.
Ivar smiled, raising an eyebrow at you. It amused him how fast you could eat a pizza bigger than you. It reminded him to Hvitserk and he immediately knew the two of you would get along very well.
"Yeah, it's good" he nodded "In the morning they serve breakfast too, the best pancakes in town"
He remembered you telling him how much you loved pancakes.
"Really?" your eyes widened.
"Yes" he chuckled "I'll invite you for breakfast one day if you want to"
"Oh, I can invite you" you smiled shrugging "But yeah, sounds nice"
Then, you both stayed in silence again.
Ivar shifted on his seat uncomfortably. His plan was to talk to you about his feelings, as Ubbe advised him. Hey, Y/N, you know, I have like this huge crush on you since I met you and I would love to keep going out with you and see if we can be more than... Friends? Classmates? Whatever the fuck we are now.
Well, maybe for Ubbe that things worked, but for him... Not so much.
He was terrified that you would reject him, and in front of everyone... He already noticed the stares he got since you sat down with him, and the whispers. There was a group sitting on a table at the end of the room that didn't even try to hide their giggles and their whispers.
Gods, if you rejected him he wouldn't ever go out of his bedroom, ever.
You finished your pizza without any effort, drinking a bit of water afterwards while fixing your eyes on him.
"So..." You cleared your throat "How's everything going? I feel like we never talk about anything that isn't university and classes" you pouted.
"It's... Going well, I think" he felt shy again. Ivar hated that feeling, to be vulnerable and shy in front of people.
"Everything good with your brothers?" You asked casually, remembering he often came to class annoyed at them "Do you still fight every day?"
"The day we don't fight, I'll stop acknowledging them as my brothers" he raised an eyebrow and you chuckled "But today I only fought with Sigurd"
"Well, that's a step" you shrugged with a smile on your lips "Hvitserk followed me on Instagram this morning, by the way, he liked all my pics... Is that normal?"
Ivar sighed, rubbing his eyes. He had been teasing him with it during breakfast, but he had ignored him.
"Yeah, block him" he scoffed, and you laughed. The group on the table at the end of the restaurant looked at you, startled.
"Nah, it was fun" you smiled "Hey, I'm going to pay and then we can go for a walk or something... Are you okay with it, or do you prefer to do something else?"
He blinked twice, confused, and then shook his head.
"What? No, no, I'm paying"
"Ivar, come on" you whined, pouting "You showed me this place and sent me your notes for Scandinavian History, it's the least I can do"
"But I invited you" he frowned.
"Then, invite me again" you winked at him before getting up, with your wallet on your hand and walking over to the counter. He sighed, holding back a small smile as he looked out to the window.
It was raining.
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You entered the Lothbrok's apartment with your hair wet but a big smile on your lips. Even though a walk around the park sounded nice, you were very curious to enter that mysterious apartment that a lot of girls (and boys) on campus wanted to visit so bad. Besides, you were in the mood for a blanket and a good talk, and you were nearly sure that, if the Lothbroks had blankets, you would have both.
"Sigurd is out" Ivar announced as you took off your coat and your shoes "He left this morning after we fought, and he usually doesn't come home until two in the morning, and Ubbe is working" he shrugged "The only one who could be here is..."
"Hey, Ivar, how was the date, did you fu...?" Hvitserk entered the living room, stopping when he saw you "Oh, you brought her here" he bit his lip and smirked "Hello"
Behind you, Ivar glared at his older brother with his jaw clenched. He'd love to be an only child sometimes.
"Hi" you cleared your throat, holding back a laugh "I'm Y/N, nice to meet you"
"I know, I stalked your profile this morning" he winked at you and you raised an eyebrow "I had to see if you're good enough for my little brother" he chuckled.
"Hvitserk, weren't you leaving?" Ivar hissed, and you giggled. His older brother rolled his eyes with a big smirk and shook his head as he put his shoes on.
"Have fun, but don't do anything I wouldn't do" he patted Ivar's shoulder "I left condoms on your bed"
You turned around and pretended you hadn't heard anything, blushing and with your heart racing. Ivar hadn't insinuated he wanted to do anything with you but... What if he actually expected you to have sex with him? It wasn't that you didn't want to but... You were still thinking about what your friend told you, and you'd like to have maybe a couple more of dates with him before getting into bed, right?
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"Ivar, can I ask you something?"
You knew you had ruined the mood. You were having so much fun playing video games with him on his living room that you had forgotten everything about that stupid rumor. Until then.
"Sure, tell me" he shrugged, taking a sip of his beer. He was much more relaxed than he was in the restaurant. You supposed it was easier for him to relax when there was no one around.
"I heard... Something yesterday" you bit your lip, your hands playing with the PS4 controller "About you"
Ivar turned his head to look at you. You could see how he got defensive as soon as you pronounced those last words.
"Yes?"
You cleared your throat, looking anywhere but him, not sure of how to ask the question.
"I really like you, Ivar" you started, chuckling nervously "I mean, you're that kind of mysterious guy that no one talks to in class because he looks dangerous, so I liked you since the first day" you muttered, shrugging and blushing "I never thought you could like me back, so I was fine with being your friend, and when you asked me out... I freaked out a bit, to be honest"
Ivar was left speechless. He had gotten nervous and maybe a bit defensive when you said you had heard something about him. He definitely didn't expect you to be so... Direct. He nearly expected you to start laughing and say it was all a joke. Because all of that had to be a joke.
"But yesterday, when I was all excited about today... My friends told me you have quite a bad reputation with women"
He scoffed, looking away from you with his jaw clenched. Of course you had heard that. He nearly screamed at you, full of a sudden rage that surprised him.
"And you believed them, didn't you?"
You frowned, startled by his harsh tone. You expected him to maybe roll his eyes and say it was just a rumor, or explain himself calmly and not giving it too much importance.
"No, I figured I would talk to you about it first... I thought it was just gossip, but I wanted to ask you"
"What did you hear?"
"Just that... You have sex with a lot of girls and then ignore them" you muttered, blushing "And that sometimes you can't... You know" you cleared your throat.
Ivar glared at you, scoffing before shaking his head.
"Do you think Hvitserk would give me condoms if I couldn't use them?" He spat, rolling his eyes.
You looked at him in shock, a bit taken aback by his reply.
"I... Uh..." You frowned, not really knowing what to say.
"Look, Y/N" he sighed, rubbing his face "I'm not proud of that, okay? And it's not like I fucked the whole city" he rolled his eyes again.
"Okay, sorry" you muttered "I shouldn't have said anything... Do you want me to leave?"
He glared at you again, but held himself back from snapping at you again and took a deep breath to calm down.
"I don't want you to leave" he softened his tone "Look, you're the first..." He growled "Fuck, you're the first person I really like, Y/N, I've never felt something like this for anyone before you..." He narrowed his eyes, looking at his feet and blushing "Everything started when I tried to have sex with Margrethe... And yes, I couldn't get it up" he pressed his lips together "I told her to shut her mouth, but she told Sigurd, and Sigurd told everyone... Poor Ivar, useless legs and useless cock" he scoffed again, shaking his head softly.
You listened to him, holding yourself back from hugging him and kissing his cheek.
"So I started sleeping with any girl that would sleep with me" he shrugged "To prove everyone they were wrong, that I could have sex... It was stupid, okay? I know that, and maybe I should have been nicer to them but... How can I be nice to someone that literally was disgusted by my body? I saw their faces when they looked at my legs, that's why I stopped taking off my pants, because they looked at me with pity, with disgust"
His voice broke a bit, and you bit your lip with teary eyes.
"They didn't like me" he shrugged "None of them would have wanted a real date with me, they didn't even talk to me afterwards... So yeah, I was an asshole, but I prefer that than being nice to someone who literally hates me"
"Ivar..." You said softly, a small smile on your lips "Did you ask them?"
"What?"
"Did you ask them if they wanted a real date with you?"
"No" he frowned "I just knew they didn't"
Your smile widened.
"Maybe one of those girls was crazy for you" you chuckled "But you were too busy being a dick to even realize"
This time Ivar was the one blinking in confusion.
"I understand you" you shrugged "I get it, I was just worried I was just another fuck for you, you know, I was scared you brought me here to have sex and then wouldn't talk to me anymore"
"No, I wouldn't... I wouldn't do that to you" he muttered "I like you"
"I like you too" you tilted your head with an excited smile on your lips.
He smiled a bit, and you giggled before leaning in to kiss him softly. He looked surprised, and his eyes widened as you broke the kiss, blushing and chuckling. Then his hands cupped your face and he kissed you again, smiling against your lips. His arms sneaked around your waist and pulled you closer, making you straddle him as you deepened the kiss.
"So... do you believe me or do I have to show you I can use those condoms?"
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painkiller
pt. 2
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pairing: platonic!Peter Parker x Stark!reader, platonic!Bucky x Stark!reader
warnings: Morgan’s cuteness (yes that’s a warning), swearing, mentions of Natasha’s death, Bucky acting like a dad (🥺), maybe some mistakes
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,,Y/N!'' was the first thing I heard when I got out of the car. I laughed and got on Morgan's level to hug her.
,,Hi Morgan.'' I said as she put her little arms around my neck.
,,I missed you so much.''
I smiled and picked her up.
,,I missed you so so much more.''
,,Not possible.'' she pouted and still had her arms around my neck.
,,If you say so...'' I giggled and turned to Bucky.
,,You wanna say hi to uncle Bucky?'' I asked her but she just buried her head in my neck. She was still a bit afraid of him. I looked at Bucky and shot him an apologetic smile.
,,Morgan, where's mommy?''
Morgan looked up again and pointed towards the house.
,,Can you show me?'' I asked as I put her down. She just nodded in response, took my hand and lead me inside.
When we arrived inside, everything was just as it was when I left. I mean, yes, there were a few toys on the ground and there was a new framed picture of Morgan and Pepper on the shelf but everything else stayed the same.
,,Y/N! I thought you were coming at 6:30pm!'' Pepper exclaimed and hugged me. I smiled and hugged her back. It felt good hugging her again.
,,We thought we could come a bit earlier so Y/N can spend a bit more time with Morgan.'' Bucky explained and we turned to look at him.
,,Bucky! It's so nice to see you!''
Just as the adults hugged, Morgan took my hand and yanked me to the living room area.
,,Look! This is my favorite doll!'' she giggled and held the doll in my direction. I took it and looked at it and then at her.
,,And why's that?'' I asked while sitting down on the floor.
,,Because it looks like you. She's the prettiest doll I have.'' she smiled proudly.
She waited for some type of reaction but the only thing I could do was smile.
,,Wow Morgan. That's- very nice of you. Thank you.'' I eventually said and handed her the doll back. The girl just continued to smile and play with her dolls.
,,Did you have fun?'' Bucky asked on the ride back to the apartment.
,,Yeah. A lot, actually. You want to know what Morgan said to me?''
I turned my gaze to Bucky, who was driving. He nodded.
,,She showed me her favorite doll and when I asked her why it was her favorite she said: „because it looks like you". She also added that it was the prettiest doll she owns.''
,,Wow.''
,,That's what I said!''
,,She's just like Tony.'' Bucky stated and I turned my head to look out of the window to my right.
,,Yeah. She knows how to make her way into your heart.'' I mumbled and leaned my head on the window.
,,Y/N/N we're here. Wake up.'' Bucky said as he got out of the car. I groaned, not wanting to leave the car. Eventually, I got out and walked up the stairs to our apartment. When I walked through the door, I headed straight to my room.
,,Goodnight Buck.''
,,Goodnight doll.''
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,,Good Morning." I said as I entered the kitchen.
,,It's not even 10, are you okay?" Bucky asked slightly worried.
,,Yeah I'm fine. Do we have Lucky Charms?"
,,Yeah. Look in the cabinet." he replied pointing to the cabinet over the sink. I grabbed a bowl and the Lucky Charms and sat down again. Then I put the cereal into the bowl and added the milk.
,,What are you doing today?" Bucky asked and sat down in front of me.
,,Dress shopping with MJ, Peter and Matt." I mumbled and ate my cereal.
,,Who's Matt?"
I looked at Bucky who was drinking his coffee with a curious look on his face.
,,Uh he's new. Moved here from Salt Lake City."
Bucky began to smirk.
,,What?" I asked with my mouth full of Lucky Charms.
,,Is he cute?"
,, Bucky, I'm not having this conversation with you right now."
,,Okay what about later? Are we gonna have the conversation then?" he joked and sipped his coffee.
,,No." I replied and put the empty bowl into the sink.
,,Okay get dressed. Sam is coming over in like 45 minutes."
,,Kk."
After changing and getting ready in the bathroom, I decided to post a picture on Instagram.
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Just as I was about to leave my room, there was a knock on my door.
,,Come in!" I said as I turned off the lights on my vanity. When I turned around I was greeted by Sam.
,,Sam! I missed you!"
I hugged him.
,,I missed you too. How's school going?"
,,Good. It's way better than being homeschooled."
Sam nodded and I let him go.
,,And is there anybody-"
,,Nooo Sam. I had this conversation with Bucky an hour ago." I groaned and walked out of the room.
,,How am I supposed to know what conversations you and bucky have?” he joked and I rolled my eyes playfully.
,,Why are you here anyway?" I asked and walked into the living room to sit on the couch.
,,Bucky and I are going on a mission."
I snapped my head towards Sam.
,,What? You haven't been on a mission since-” the sentence came out in a whisper.
,,I know Y/N/N but we need to go back to normal. It's been 3 months." he mumbled and sat down beside me.
,,When are you gonna be back?"
,,Tonight. I promise."
,,Okay be safe."
Just as Sam was about to answer, Bucky entered the room.
,,You ready to go?" he asked his mission partner, who was sitting beside me, and leaned on the doorframe. Sam nodded and got up. I looked at Bucky and he started to smile and opened his arms for me to hug him. I returned the smile and got up before running into his arms.
,,Be safe okay? I need you." I mumbled into his chest.
,,Always. And no funny business while I'm gone." he joked and put his chin on my head.
,,Buckyyyyy."
,,I'm sorry. Be safe when you're going out okay? I put money on the table so you can order a pizza tonight. I'm trying to be back by midnight." he explained and kissed the top of my head.
I hummed in response and let him go.
,,See you in a minute." I said as Sam and Bucky walked down the stairs. We started using that phrase after Nat died. I knew Natasha since her Natalie days. She was my babysitter when Pepper had to do things for Stark Industries.
,,See you in a minute." Bucky repeated before leaving the apartment complex.
I sighed and fell back down onto the couch. I pulled out my phone and read my new messages to take my mind off of the mission.
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I’ve got you under my Skin - 3
Bucky Barnes x Reader ♀️
Summary: Modern!AU We’ve been sleeping together on and off for almost a year and I know it’s angry hate sex but I got you a little gift because it reminded me of you.
Word Count:1,658
Warnings: Language
A/N: Why are people always eating pizza in my fics? Anyway in this chapter, you’ll see some Kindergarten teacher!Bucky bc I couldn’t help myself. Hope you enjoy this, let me know what you think :)
Bucky stood in front of the class, his students reciting the alphabet in unison. They were sitting cross-legged on the carpet, looking up at the smart board with mild interest. They could hear people gathering in the hallway, signalling the end of the day.
From the corner of his eye, Bucky saw a shadow run across the deserted playground. He turned his head just in time to see you opening the front door. The sound of your high heels clicking rapidly across the linoleum floor brought a grin to his lips.
Steve had texted him earlier and asked if he didn’t mind taking care of his daughter after school. He couldn’t leave the precinct, something about a solving a major case, and Peggy was in London, visiting family.
Normally, Bucky didn’t mind babysitting Sophie. She was a student in Bucky’s class, and also his Goddaughter, but today, he had a meeting with other teachers. They were discussing details of their upcoming field trip to Washington.
Steve asked you if you could watch over Sophie until Bucky was able to leave work, and you agreed, even though you had an important meeting the next day.
Bucky could see you through the window beside the door and he laughed to himself when you sagged against the wall, out of breath.
He realized that you had come straight from the office and had not had time to change clothes. Your business outfit was simple, but the pencil skirt and high heels commanded respect. Bucky always found it strangely exhilarating.
He said goodbye to each kid individually, giving them either a hug or a high five. Meanwhile you were growing frustrated and impatient because Bucky seemed to take his sweet time. Yes, you were upset and it had absolutely nothing to do with the conversation you had overheard before Bucky opened the door.
“Damn, that is a man right there!” one of the dads had said. “He’s so sweet with the kids and he looks so soft,” one of the moms agreed, the others made a needy sound in the back of their throat. “I bet he’s into some kinky shit,” said another mom, giving a little eyebrow pump as she said it. “Mr Barnes in the streets, Daddy in the sheets.”
You wanted to scream. And the worst part was that they weren’t wrong. Everyone adored Bucky –well everyone but you. He had an athlete's physique, tall, broad-shouldered and powerful, and today, as you watched him high five a little girl, you realized he looked incredibly cuddly in that cable-knit sweater.
Bucky turned to you when the kids and their guardians were gone. Sophie was sitting at his desk, eating some biscuits. She greeted you with a toothy smile.
“You’re an ass, Barnes,” you grumbled when you walked past him.
Sophie pointed her finger at you. “You said a bad word,” she exclaimed with her mouth full.
Bucky grinned mischievously at you.
If a kid used inappropriate language, he calmly explained to them why they shouldn’t curse. Some teachers still had ‘naughty corners’ but Bucky believed that making a child stand in a corner for several minutes was humiliating. You, on the other hand, were an adult, and he loved riling you up.
“This is unacceptable,” Bucky said, using his teacher voice. “Go stand in the corner for five minutes!”
His words made Sophie gasp, her small hands coming up to cover her mouth. Bucky kept his expression blank while resisting the urge to laugh.
You stared at him, blinking slowly. “You serious?”
He nodded. “I sure am, doll.”
You gritted your teeth. He wasn’t sure what made you angrier, the naughty corner thing or the nickname. With a defeated sigh, you walked over to the corner of the room and threw him a dirty look over your shoulder before you faced the wall.
Smiling brightly, Bucky pulled out his phone and took a picture of you, making a mental note to post it on the group chat later.
“Okay, Soph,” he turned to the child. She had chocolate all over her mouth. “Time t’go home. Go wash your face, bug.”
Thankfully, she did not have to leave the classroom to use the restroom so she didn’t need an adult with her. Once she had shut the door behind her, Bucky made his way over to you. He let his eyes linger on your legs.
“I gotta say,” he whispered in your ear, “I’ve always had a thing for women in straight skirt and high heels. That’s kinda hot.”
“You know what else is kinda hot?” you whispered in a faux sultry tone, then continued without missing a beat, “My foot in your ass.”
He chuckled, his warm breath tickling your neck. “You’re not allowed to use your phone in the naughty corner,” he said, nodding toward the phone in your hand. “You’re grounded.”
“Yeah, well, I’m not going to stare at the wall for five minutes,” you replied with a sigh. “Don’t you have somewhere else to be?”
He stepped away from you, walking backwards toward his desk. “Meetin,” he said, scrunching his nose up in distaste. “I’ll see ya later.”
*
Bucky climbed the stairs to Steve’s apartment, a duffel bag slung over his shoulder. He was in a good mood, his meeting hadn’t taken as long as he’d expected. He had dropped by his apartment to pack an overnight bag and arrived at Steve’s place just after seven.
“Aw,” your face fell when you opened the door and saw him, “I thought it was the delivery guy.”
“Tadaa!” Bucky held up the pizza box. “I was behind him when you buzzed him in.”
“You paid.”
“No, I grabbed the box and ran away,” Bucky deadpanned. “Of course, I paid.”
“It wasn’t a question,” you said with a roll of your eyes. “Well, I guess I should thank you, but since you ate my entire box of cookies the other day-”
“Talk ‘bout holdin a grudge,” Bucky cut you off, setting the box on the coffee table, “t’was two months ago.”
You sat next to each other on the sofa. Bucky handed you a few napkins before he lifted the lid. He had been craving pizza all day so this was a happy coincidence.
“Are you fuckin kiddin me?” he groaned, looking down at the pizza. “Spinach? Who the fuck puts spinach on a pizza?”
You leaned forward and picked up a slice, ignoring his offended look. “Gotta eat your greens.”
“Doll, I eat plenty of greens,” he said with a pointed look. “Here’s a list of things you’re not allowed to put on pizza.” Holding up his fingers, he enumerated, “Pineapple –no. Cauliflower –no. Spinach –big fuckin no.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t think I was going to start World War III.”
“Seriously though,” he continued, undeterred, “stop turnin junk food into healthy food. What’s up with that trend?”
“Just pick them off and stop whining,” you sighed.
“Spinach on pizza is like toothpaste and orange juice,” he kept rambling, “it’s pretty gross.”
You shook your head. “I’m sorry, but who drinks OJ immediately after brushing their teeth? That’s just dumb.”
He gave you an annoyed look. “Ok, fair enough. So I guess it’s like-” he trailed off while he tried to think of a new example, “it’s like vampires and garlic. It will kill you.”
You snorted. “Now, that’s an exaggeration!” Bucky turned his head to look at you, a glint of mischief in his bright blue eyes. “Why are you looking at me like that?” He didn’t answer. “Stop it!” He didn’t stop.
Bucky bared his teeth and hissed like a vampire. He used to this when you were in college, it annoyed the hell out of you. He bit back a grin when your eyes widened. You wrapped your hands protectively around your neck and shook your head.
“Don’t you dare!”
He pounced on you so suddenly that you let out a high-pitched scream. He fell on top of you and jokingly tried to bite your neck. You squirmed under him, your legs twisted at odd angles.
“Jerk,” you said, laughing.
Bucky dropped the act and laughed with you, planting his hands on the sofa on either side of your head. You turned your head to face him and his laughter quieted down. You were so close that he could see the flecks of colour in your eyes. He kept his eyes on yours, unable to move.
You tucked a loose strand of hair behind his ear, but the disobedient strand didn’t stay there. It tickled your cheekbone as Bucky leaned into your touch. It was soft, warm, real.
Something was changing between you. He wondered if you could feel it too.
“What are you doing?”
You pulled away from each other as Sophie walked into the living room. Bucky felt dizzy, his pulse pounding in his ears. Sophie rubbed one eye with her fist while she made her way toward the sofa.
“Did you have a nightmare?” you asked, avoiding her question.
“I heard noises,” she replied, clumsily climbing into Bucky’s lap. “Is my daddy home?”
“Not yet,” you said, gently tucking a curly strand behind her ear.
Your hand froze in mid-air, the gesture felt oddly familiar. When you looked up to meet Bucky’s eyes, he was already looking at you. It dawned on the two of you that you had shared something special, something innocent and sweet.
You cleared your throat. “Now that Uncle Bucky’s here, I’m gonna go home.”
“No, stay!” the little girl begged. “I want to watch a movie.”
“Stay,” Bucky mouthed the word but no sound came out. “Stay until she falls asleep.”
It didn't take you long to decide. “I’ll stay.”
You settled back into the sofa cushions and took the remote, aiming it at the television. You laughed at something Sophie said and Bucky felt his heart lurch. Goddammit, he thought. He had some thinking to do.
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Got tagged by @mixmio thanks ! my brain does not want to focus on work these days so perfect
1. What is the colour of your hairbrush?
it’s like. black. I rarely use it though, because if I brush my hair it looks like a bomb exploded on my head fdjkfh so I untangle it after putting in conditioner and usually I just fight it with my bare hands in the morning
2. name of a food you never eat?
cucumber. fuck that vegetable it’s disgusting way too smelly and the texture is fucking horrible
3. are you typically too warm or too cold?
too warm !!!!!! and it’s only gonna get worse (: woohoo
4. what were you doing 45 minutes ago?
I was being anxious lmao, and weirdly emotional because of that playlist spotify gave me. Also thinking about how to formulate the things I want on my report for my precedent internship that I still need to conclude.
5. what’s your favourite candy bar?
is it twix ? is it mars ? I never know the difference
carambar good also
6. have you ever been to a professional sports event?
I used to be in the official orchestra of a professional rugby team so I’ve been to a few dozens official sports events actually !! I’ll always remember the patrouille the France oing over our head as we were playing for a France-Ireland match in Bordeaux, that was amazing, and Irish rugby fans are so fun :)
7. what is the last thing you said out loud?
“oh it’s bubbling up !” talking about a cake I’m trying to do with sourdough starter
8. what is your favourite ice cream?
fucking uuuhhhhh blueberry ? there’s no better ice cream taste than one made from wild blueberries that you went out in the moutain to pick with your family after noticing a good spot during a hike :3
9. what is the last thing you had to drink?
orange juice 5mins ago
10. do you like your wallet?
yeah ? it’s convenient I.... it’s got lots of pockets ? idk it’s sturdy wh. that’s a weird question actually
11. what was the last thing you ate?
lunch made by my roommate ! also a bit of the paste from aforementioned cake lol
12. did you buy any new clothes last week?
no I don’t intend on buying new clothes until a loooonnnngggg time I don’t particularly need any plus like. quarantine lol.
13. last sporting event you watched?
uh.
the. no wait ? no that’s it probably bits of the tour de france last summer ?
14. what’s your favourite flavour of popcorn?
there are different flavors between salt and sugar ???????????? anyways salted popcorn is absolutely disgusting so. sugar. there are different flavors ? what a wild world we live in
15. who was the last person you sent a message to?
@breadstyx I was talking to them about the cake
16. ever go camping?
rarely
we were supposed to go camping this weekend, since it’s a long one what with May 8, with my class as sort of like one last big event altogether but :) fuck us I guess lol
17. do you take vitamins?
I used to in highschool bc I had toxoplasmosis and it fucking drained me. I’ve also taken some magnesium complements this year because I had vertigo caused by stress because it was such a nice year for me (: (: (:
18. do you go to church every Sunday?
LMAOOOOO NO
19. do you have a tan?
I’ve been stuck inside for the last two months and there is basically no direct sun in my apartment. so. I’m white as fuck rn
I’ll get SO sunburnt as soon as I can go outside lol but catch me rolling in the grass as soon as they reopen the parks, I haven’t seen grass in 52 days fuck off. Like knowing we’d get out of quarantine but that the parks would still be closed for a while did a funny number on my mental health hahaaaa
20. do you prefer Chinese food or pizza?
I’m not a big Chinese food fan generally :/ also what kind of pizza are we talking about ?
21. do you drink soda with a straw?
before I answer this question I need to know what you define as soda because I’ve never understood what non French people meant by that. also generally I don’t use straws apart for like milkshakes and smoothies
22. what colour socks do you wear?
right now I’m barefoot
23. do you ever drive above the speed limit?
I haven’t driven in years my guy fdkfh but usually no I’m exactly at the speed limit I’m terrified of driving and I hate it SO
24. what terrifies you?
like, right now, or ? in general ?
I’m terrified of every countries around slowly turning into authoritarian regimes and not being able to do shit, I’m terrified of the general mistrust towards science I can see in the general public, I’m terrified of the rise of fascism, I’m terrified of climate change in a very short term idea because I can’t bear many more summers above 45°C and in the long term because I’d like today’s kids to have a future, I’m terrified of never being enough and not getting a PhD funding, I’m terrified people will get bored of me or think I’m not useful anymore and leave me and I’d have to rebuild myself from zero again, I’m terrified of the general idea of losing control, I’m terrified of big empty spaces, I’m terrified of causing harm of any kind without being able to control or reduce it. You know the usual dose of existential fear and then some, and then some more for good measure haha :)
25. look to your left what do you see?
a calendar
26. what chore do you hate?
doing the dishes and getting the bin out because it hurts my back
27. what do you think of when you hear an Australian accent?
":)”
loved going to Melbourne would love to go back I miss my friend there
28. what’s your favourite soda?
seriously define soda first. If you mean drink with bubble I don’t like any of them basically. If you mean processed drink with an average of five sugar cubes per can I’d say Oasis ? or Ice Tea
29. do you go into fast food places or drive thru?
never been to a drive through. fast foods yeah ! there used to be a Declercq (it’s like belgian fries, v good, v greasy, perfect for a friday night with friends) near my school but they had an oil fire so it burned down :( so now the alternative for greasy fries is BK
30. who was the last person you talked to?
@breadstyx whom I sent a message to about the cake. IRL I live with my roommate so.
t31. favourite cut of beef?
one that’s tender ? you think I know perfectly which cut is what and not that I don’t buy the cheapest one when I feel like polluting a lot with what I eat ?
32. last song you listened to?
I’m currently listening to a spotify playlist. I’s currently playing hang on
Willow tree by twin wild i’ve never heard of these guys but ok
33. last book you read?
oh fuck I’m in a “unable to read” period lmao. Probably one of the October Daye series uh. The one where her mom comes to steal her fiance and her twin
34. can you say the alphabet backwards?
zyxwvutsrqponmlkjihfedcba
took a while but I think it’s correct ? It’s like. I know sequences that are easy to invert and I need to link them together that’s the tricky part
35. how do you like your coffee?
black
36. favourite pair of shoes?
Before I bought my docks I had those huge bulgy shoes that I loved because no one could step on my feet in the metro, but the insole started caving in in a weird way and it hurt my ankle so I had to stop wearing them :(
37. the time you normally go to bed?
(: NORMALLY around midnight, but rn it’s more like. between 1 and 2 am when I’m not too bad
38. the time you normally wake up?
NORMALLY around 8 but I’ve decided 9.30 would be good, and I usually am able to get up only by 10am
39. what do you prefer sunrise or sunsets?
I’m usually not awake for sunrises but both are good. I like the hour JUST after sunset best because it’s like. you can see daysky on one side and nightsky on the other, and everything is sort of blue or sort of orange
40. how many blankets are on your bed?
one
41. describe your kitchen plates?
they’re round and kinda concave so that food doesn’t get out ? I? do you have many weird questions like that
42. do you have a favourite alcoholic beverage?
I’m a sucker for a good piña colada but it’s hard to get them exactly right, like the balance between too sweet and too creamy is subtle
43. do you play cards?
in highschool I used to but I’ve forgotten all the game we’d do
44. what colour is your car?
don’t have one
45. can you change a tire?
lmao
46. your favourite province?
If we’re talking french region, Aquitaine is the closest I’ve ever felt to being home I guess ? I love the Pyrenées as well, all three old regions I don’t know the new ones fdfsdhfsdf
47. favourite job you’ve had?
I’ve only ever done summer camp counselor as a summer job, and I’ve had both a traumatising experience filled with sexual harassment and a really good experience that helpes me get more self confident so.
48. how did you get your biggest scar?
it’s not really a scar it’s a bump on my head that never left, I hit my brother in the garden pool at full speed when I was 7
49. what did you do today that made someone happy?
afaik nothing but I’m about to put this cake to bake SO
I am tagging uuuuuuuuuhhh say @sunny-day-sky andddd @queerlynx but like. don’t feel pressured to do it, it’s a Lot
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50 Questions tag!
i was tagged by @buckyland so thank you kat i am trying to procrastinate and this is PERFECT
1. What is the colour of your hairbrush? pink and purple pastels
2. Name a food you never ever eat. peanuts bc im allergic lmao
3. Are you typically too warm or too cold? too warm! im a sweaty bitch
4. What were you doing 45 minutes ago? watching a jamie genevieve makeup tutorial and wishing i had her accent because she sounds so sexy... scottish people man
5. What is your favourite candy bar? does this mean chocolate bar or like lolly bar..... chocolate would be a mars bar and lolly bar would be redskins
6. Have you ever been to a professional sports game? absoLUTELY state of origin game 2 last year baby
7. What is the last thing you said out loud? “oi shit heads do you want a coffee?” i am a stereotype
8. What is your favourite ice cream? COOKIES AND CREAM YES ME AND KAT AGREE
9. What was the last thing you had to drink? coffee
10. Do you like your wallet? i technically dont have one my cards just be loose in my bag
11. What was the last thing you ate? omg a bacon egg tomato and cheese brekkie roll it was DIVINE
12. Did you buy any new clothes last weekend? yes a bunch of sleep singlets, shorts, fuzzy socks, and a jumper
13. The last sporting event you watched? the last nrl game the dragons played before the season got cancelled
14. What is your favorite flavor of popcorn? sweet and salty baby
15. Who is the last person you sent a text message to? my boss because i left my bag at work which has my nintendo ds in it and i wanna play animal crossing (dont ask why it was in my bag)
16. Ever go camping? YES i literally camped overnight in my backyard last night and i camp every year when i go to splendour with my mates (big music festival in byron bay)
17. Do you take vitamins? no and i should because im iron deficient lmao
18. Do you go to church every Sunday? oh bitch since i turned 18 and could legally say no to my crazy catholic parents i havent been to a sunday mass since. i do go for big events tho like lent, easter, christmas, etc.
19. Do you have a tan? big no
20. Do you prefer Chinese food over pizza? this is hard but i would say pizza just because ive been to the hospital 3 times eating chinese food bc of sneaky peanuts and pizza has never done me wrong like that
21. Do you drink your soda with a straw? if its with alcohol, yes. if its not, straight from the bottle baby
22. What color socks do you usually wear? black or pink. i only have Useful socks which are black and one pair of Fun socks which are pink
23. Do you ever drive above the speed limit? um every time i drive sorry popo
24. What terrifies you? being unremarkable. being forgotten. being left.
25. Look to your left, what do you see? my coffee, paw paw cream, my airpods, my scrunchie collection, my lamp, my meds, and my sunglasses (my bedside table is a mess)
26. What chore do you hate most? dusting
27. What do you think of when you hear an Australian accent? nothing.... i am australian this just be my life hahaha
28. What’s your favorite soda? soda is such a funny word to me but anyway my favourite is sprite
29. Do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive? depends, mostly drive thru and eat in the carpark vibes tho
30. What is your favourite number? 4 or 14
31. Who’s the last person you talked to? my sister and her boyfriend
32. Favourite cut of beef? i hate red meat but i will eat it in spaghetti bolognese so i guess mince
33. Last song you listened to? number one fan by MUNA - its a BOP
34. Last book you read? in the middle of reading killing commentadore by haruki murikami as i have been for the whole of 2020 lmao
35. Favourite day of the week? friday
36. Can you say the alphabet backwards? no absolutely not my brain hurts just thinking about it
37. How do you like your coffee? double shot espresso with almond milk or double shot espresso just black
38. Favourite pair of shoes? my doc martens because im ~quirky
39. The time you normally get up? during normal time i was waking up at 7:30 but now its anywhere between 9-12 lmao
40. What do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets? sunsets absolutely
41. How many blankets on your bed? three
42. Describe your kitchen plates. one full set of white ones, one full set of those blue ceramic looking ones, one set of fancy white ones with embellishment, one set from ikea that im allowed to use because i smash shit
43. Describe your kitchen at the moment? just did the washing up and loaded the dishwasher from lunch, so spotless because i have issues with dirty sinks lmao. coffee machine is pride of place, and the light above the stove stopped working last night so its kinda dark
44. Do you have a favourite alcoholic drink? t e q u i l a!!!!! or a pinot grigio
45. Do you play cards? hmm i play drinking games haha not really cards tho unless its with my family
46. What colour is your car? silver
47. Can you change a tire? yes because once i was taking an exit off the motorway at 110km/h and something fell off truck which i didnt see so i drove over it and ripped giant holes in both tires on the right side of my car and almost DIED lmao
48. Your favourite state? state of being? asleep. state in australia?? nsw dUH. state in america?? i pretend i do not see
49. Favourite job you’ve had? my job i have now! disability carer, i love the girl i care for with my whole heart and i would die for her
50. How did you get your biggest scar? i have the stupidest scars ever, my biggest scar is probably the big ones on my knees from when i was running away from this girl on camp who locked me out of our shared room and i fell over and cut my knees and hands up sooooo bad lmao
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#⎾ cameron burns ⤷ ❝ yeah what's your definition of success? i don't trust the thoughts that come inside my head — muns ❞ ⏌#im gonna send questions after i set kyri's intro up#but i just wanna say#i fckn hate margarita's + lime-a-ritas are fucking gross#but that could be bc i ate pizza rolls before drinking but anyway#honesty hour //
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red // t.h.
wassup homies, here’s my thing for @fuckyou-imspiderman‘s writing challenge!! this took me ages to start bc i had a block but then i was flooded with an idea last night and here’s this. it’s inspired by youngblood by 5sos, more from the vibes i get listening to it than the actual lyrics but i managed to work some of them in
summary // you and Tom aren’t great at relationships and are always up for meaningless sex but maybe you both have feelings after all. and maybe you don’t know how to handle them properly and things don’t turn out the best.
pairing // tom holland x fem!reader ((bit of a fuckboi//fuckgirl thing))
warnings // swearing, angst, sexual references ((no actual smut tho))
word count // 2.9k
Red was the wine they drank the day they met.
Both you and Tom had no particular reason to be there, simply there to avoid boredom. Besides, everyone should go to a wine tasting at least once right? You’d ended up seated beside each other and spent the whole time snickering at the ridiculous adjectives used to describe the tastes and scents of various wines. The pair of you left together to grab coffee and talk a bit more over something you knew next to nothing about.
“I’m not even a big fan of wine, I just thought it’d be interesting,” you explained to Tom why you’d gone to the tasting in the first place.
“Well ‘interesting’ is one word for it, I s’pose,” Tom chuckled.
You talked for a couple of hours, both of you being overly flirty with each other, trying to lure the other in. When the tension became too much to bare, you got an uber to Tom’s place. His hand gripped your thigh as you kissed along his neck for half the drive, before Tom took your chin in his hand and titled your head away in order to return the favour for the rest of the trip.
Clothes came off as soon as you were inside his place, leaving a trail from the front door to his bed. Two rounds later, you were picking up your clothes and heading out. You’d barely walked five minutes when your phone buzzed with an incoming message from an unknown number.
I hope you enjoyed yourself, we should do this again -Tom
You smiled slightly to yourself as you typed your reply.
We should, keep your phone close 😉
As weeks went by booty calls turned into one of you staying the night, which bled into lazy days. Date nights with take out, the pair of you became the physical embodiment of ‘Netflix and chill’ and after a few months officially called yourselves a couple.
Red was the strawberries they ate when they promised forever.
It was a night-in date, a little picnic on the floor of Tom’s living room, a cheesy rom-com playing on the TV while you ate pizza. After cuddling up a while, Tom got up and ran into the kitchen, returning with a plate of chocolate covered strawberries.
“Because what’s a picnic without chocolate covered strawberries?” he said.
You narrowed your eyes at him playfully. “Did you steal that from High School Musical?”
“Maybe.”
You laughed fondly before tucking into the sweet treats.
“I love these so much,” you said.
“And I love you,” Tom replied.
You smiled at each other and Tom leaned in and captured your lips with his own. It held the magic of a first kiss. The first kiss that’s shown in movies and you just know that the characters are meant to be, you could just imagine the fireworks going off.
“I’ll love you until the day you die, baby,” you mumbled into his lips.
“That could be tomorrow, you know.”
“Okay, until I die.”
“Could also possibly happen tomorrow.”
“Forever, then. I’ll love you forever.”
A grin broke out on Tom’s face and he picked up another strawberry, took a small bite before holding the fruit just in front of your mouth. You took the final bite while looking into his eyes, and he looked back with lustful intensity. He flicked the leaves away before he closed the gap between you once again, his tongue swiping away strawberry juice that was still on your lips.
Red was the blood that dripped from his knuckles.
Your relationship had become bitter-sweet. Tom loved you, or at least he thought he did. You loved Tom, or at least he thought you did. From day one everyone around him said you were both playing a dangerous game, because you were both the same. Before you both started hooking up regularly, you both were no strangers to one night stands, meaningless sex was your endgame every time either of you went out.
But old habits die hard. Tom kept noticing you taking too long to get drinks in a bar, he’d catch you flirting with hot guys hoping they’d buy you drinks. You’d catch him with his hands on a girls hips as she grinded her ass into his crotch. Maybe, subconsciously, it turned into a game of trying to one-up the other every time you went out, and yet you’d always leave together, making out in the back of an uber, usually to Tom’s but sometimes your place.
But one night things escalated too far when you did body shots with someone else whilst Tom was getting felt up by someone else. You made eye contact and his eyes darkened as he pushed the woman’s hands off his body. He stormed out of the bar, something he had never done, so you raced after him.
“You can’t just do that!” he exclaimed after you’d asked what was wrong.
“As if you can talk, letting some random bitch rub her hands all over you,” you scoff.
“That’s a hell of a lot different than having your tongue all over some wanker’s six pack! What? I can’t even kill some time with someone who actually wants to be with me?” he retorted.
“The fuck is that supposed to mean?”
“We’re supposed to be out together, why the fuck would you go off someone else and do body shots of all things?”
“It’s just my fault! You go off on your own two, what am I supposed to do then? We’re supposed to love each other, right? What happened to that?”
Tom opened his mouth to spit back an answer but stopped. What had happened? The way you both behaved hadn’t really changed, while your drunk flirting had increased to annoy each other, the only big difference was that neither of you were sleeping around. When he thinks about love, Tom believes that you become your best self when you’re with the person you love and who loves you. He looked at you, where there should have been betrayal in your features there wasn’t any, just frustration. You weren’t your best self with him, that was clear. He thought back to everything that happened on your nights out, he wasn’t his best self with you either.
“I don’t think you care,” Tom said, voice lowered and thick with oncoming tears.
He wanted to love you, when sex wasn’t involved you were amazing and fun to be around. But it wasn’t often when sex wasn’t involved in one way or another.
“Excuse me?” you scoffed.
“Tell me that if I pissed off right now, you wouldn’t walk back in there and take someone else back to your place.”
You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms over your chest. “You’re being an idiot, Tom.”
Tom. You hadn’t called him Tom in a long time, it was always ‘baby’. He smiled but there was no happiness behind it, you’d told him without saying the words but he needed to hear them. He stepped forward and cupped your face.
“Look me in the eyes and tell me the truth.”
You shrug slightly. “You don’t wanna hear it.”
“Just fucking tell me.”
“If you left right now, I’d go back in there and I’d find someone to help me forget you.”
It didn’t hurt him like he thought it would but he still felt shattered, although he didn’t show it. It almost scared you how calm he stayed one you’d spoken. He let go of your face and pressed an open mouthed kiss on your cheek, you could feel the anger from it seep into your skin.
“Fuck you, too,” he growled into your ear before walking past you, roughly bumping your shoulder.
You turned sharply to glare at his retreating back. “You weren’t that good a fuck anyway!”
He turns around, a smirk plastered on his face. “Oh, darling, I have plenty of memories that say otherwise, you can’t have faked it that many times. I hope you think of me when you fuck someone else, hell, when you fuck yourself I hope you imagine my fingers instead of your own. I hope every single person that makes you cum gets to hear you moan my name when you do.”
“Fuck you.”
“You won’t ever again.”
You both glared at each other for a minute before you stormed back into the bar. Tom let out a deep sigh before walking to the wall and throwing his fist at it until his knuckles were raw and scratched.
Red was her lipstick the first time her saw her again.
“Tom, there’s a perfectly good bar about ten minutes from your house, why are we going all the way into the city? It’s just gonna be more expensive,” Harrison whined, despite the fact they’d already made the longer journey without a complaint from him.
“Well, I’m not gonna run in into her here, am I?” Tom replied.
“And you’re trying to say you didn’t love her.”
“Maybe I loved her but I wasn’t in love with her, I don’t know. Still fucked me up, if I can avoid seeing her then I will.”
Harrison rolled his eyes but kept quiet, having said ‘I told you so’ already so there was no sense in pissing him off. The two entered a bar that was bustling with people but not overly crowded, Haz had caught sight of the pretty bartender so he clapped his hand on Tom’s shoulder.
“I’ll grab the first round, just want a beer, mate?” he asked.
“Yeah, thanks,” Tom answered.
He watched Haz begin to flirt with bartender for a few seconds before he headed to the other side of the room, picking a table in the corner. He pulled his phone out, trying to look busy whilst sitting alone. It was a full seven minutes before Harrison finally showed up with two beers and sat opposite Tom at the table. He rambled about how he’d got her to laugh with an intentionally shitty pick-up line and she’d actually flirted back a little. Harrison went to get drinks every time, alternating between taking money from Tom and using his own, he’d take ten minutes at least. It wasn’t busy which allowed him to actually chat with the bartender, and they hadn’t even been there for two hours before Tom was sick of it. He’d been sitting alone at the table for half the time, and the place had emptied a little, the bar wasn’t lively enough for Tom. He was itching to let loose and this just wasn’t the place for it so he walked up to Harrison at the bar.
“H, I’m gonna hit up or club or something for a bit. Meet you later?” he interrupted.
Harrison eyed him wearily, he looked sober enough but given how he’d been before you and this being his first time out after you, Harrison knew Tom had nothing to lose. And that was dangerous.
“Nah, I’ll come with, it’s fine.”
Harrison turned back to the bartender to say goodbye, she gave him a napkin with her number written on it, and then he followed Tom out onto the street. They walked a few blocks in silence until they found a place that looked okay. Harrison double checked if Tom was fine, he assured him he was and they entered the club.
It felt like the whole room was shaking with the bass of the music and Tom made a beeline for the bar.
“Shots?” he asked Haz.
“Just one, I think, mate.”
Tom put on an exaggerated frown before ordering three tequila shots and two bourbon and cokes. Once all the drinks were ready, he slid one of the shots towards Haz and clinked another against it.
“Cheers,” he mumbled before downing both his shots back to back, and quickly taking a swig of the bourbon and coke. “I’m gonna go dance or something.”
He claps Harrison’s shoulder and walks off to the crowd of sweaty bodies. He dances his way through multiple people, returning to the bar whenever he found his cup empty. He’d been avoiding Harrison, who would have stopped him from getting more drinks by this point, his head was fuzzy and he felt like he was stuck in a dream. He had no clue what the time was but he realised he hadn’t been to the bathroom all night. He rushed off, without a word to the woman who’d been all over him, to the bathrooms.
He almost fell into the door as he shoved it open and didn’t waste a second undoing his jeans as he slid to a stop at a urinal. It felt like the longest piss of his life. He washed his hands and quickly splashed his face with cold water before heading back out. He collided with another guy as he left before he froze in place just away from the door.
There you were. In all your smokey-eyed, cherry red lipsticked glory.
You looked just as surprised to see him as he was to see you. Both of you were staring at each other, slack jawed and unsure of what to do. Once you had time to calm down the night you broke up, you’d regretted your parting words somewhat. It had barely been two weeks but you’d found yourself missing him, but it wasn’t like you could text him, not after what you said or what he said. He’d been right, of course. You’d gone home with the first guy that gave you a second of attention once you went back inside. You didn’t remember his name, or if you even learned it, because you sure as hell weren’t moaning it when he pounded into you. You weren’t moaning anything, because Tom was more than right. You were thinking of him, not the guy kissing your neck and collarbones, so much that you couldn’t even get in the mood enough for one fuck with someone that wasn’t him.
You took a step forward, trying to work your mouth enough to speak but Tom snapped his mouth shut, cast his eyes behind you and walked straight passed without a word.
Red was what he saw when she rocked up to his place unannounced.
“Just a second!” Tom called out, as the knocking persisted.
It was late, he’d been in the bathroom, cleaning up after a shower when he faintly heard the knocking over the music he had playing. He jogged to the door, yanking it open whilst running his hand through his damp hair, which dropped to his side in anger when he saw you.
“Fuck do you want?”
“To talk, maybe? If that’s alright?”
“Fine.”
You went to step inside but Tom made no move to let you pass, instead crossing his arms over his chest.
“I mean, I’d rather not do this in the doorway,” you said quietly.
“That’s too bad. You have ten seconds to start talking or I’m shutting the door on you.”
“Listen, I keep thinking about you. I get drunk to forget but it doesn’t work and I call you, and I call and call and call but you never fucking answer. I know I hurt you and what I did was shitty and you didn’t deserve it, you really didn’t and I’m sorry for putting you through it.”
“Oh, I’m sure you are. Who’re you calling baby these days, huh?”
“Nobody, Tom.”
“Right, ‘cause no one could take my place, is that what you’re telling me?”
“Yeah, I guess so.”
“Oh, my fucking god, you have to be joking. How many people have you slept with since we broke up? Where was this effort when we were actually something?”
“Just give me a chance to be better, please.”
Your voice was pleading, you wanted him back in any way he would give himself to you. Your heart leaped when he sighed and moved to the side to let you in. You hurried past him in case he changed his mind but loitered awkwardly behind him as he shut the door.
Tom didn’t know exactly what he wanted, maybe it was you, maybe he was just sexually frustrated. But hearing you almost begging for him to take you back made something stir in him. He walked up to you without stopping until he’d backed you into a wall, your chest rising and falling rapidly, his mouth barely an inch from yours.
“Say you want me,” he said quietly but strongly.
You gulped, unable to take your eyes off his. “I want you,” you whispered, your hands finding his waist.
He quickly grabbed them and pinned them to the wall by your sides.
“Say you want me back in your life.”
“I want you back in my life.”
He kept the gap between your faces but ground his hips onto yours, causing you to let out a quiet moan.
“Say you need it.” he commanded, grinding his hips harder.
“I need it, baby, please.”
He smirked and leaned in slightly so your lips were brushing.
“Such a good girl begging for me. What do you want, love?”
“You. You touching me, fucking me, anything.”
“Keep going.”
He started trailing kisses down your neck, stopping every couple of inches to suck and bite your skin.
“I want you to leave bruises from gripping my hips so tight. I want you to hear me moan your name. I want to decorate your collarbones with hickies. I need you to make me yours.”
“Then mine you shall be,” Tom growled, smashing his lips to yours.
Red was the scratches she left on his back.
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