Keldabe Doodle Between Cross And Hunter, Bc Shit They Need It So Bad

Anger  [ T. Holland ]

Request: what about a fluff / angst one shot where reader and tom get into a fight and tom sleeps in guest bedroom but in middle of night reader goes to join tom in the bed and he’s confused and she’s like “im still mad at you but i missed you” and they cuddle and fall back asleep

Warnings: Angst? Little bit of fluff, if you really search for it? Language

Word Count: 1550

A/N: What happens when Hannah has a really shitty couple of days? She writes equally shitty angst. Anyways, here is some angst that may not actually be as angsty as anticipated. 

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Anger is the most impotent of passions. It affects nothing it touches and hurts the one who is possessed by it more than the one against whom it was directed. Both you and Tom had an unspoken understanding of this without really knowing so. But still, anger was easily passed between the two of you with careless words and meaningless remarks.

There was little to no reasoning between the uneasy tension between you and Tom. In fact, you weren’t even sure if you could remember why you were arguing. Nonetheless, you were still upset and so was Tom. And that was why, you figured, Tom had chosen to sleep in the guest bedroom instead of the bedroom he shared with you. It was hurtful for the both of you but neither of you were in the right mind to make rational decisions.

You blamed it on stress. Tom had a lot of pressure piled onto his shoulders and you were sure there wasn’t enough time for you to juggle work and your college assignments. Maturity and common sense were important in situations like these and this is what prompted you not to go chasing after Tom when he made his way to the guest room. He was angry and he needed space, that you understood. Of course, you were angry too but you weren’t as far gone as your boyfriend.

There was an ache in your chest when you thought of the argument you had just put to rest between you and Tom. It wasn’t an argument you thought was not worth anything more than the shake of a head but there was so much piled up tension that you both just had to get out of your systems. And this seemed to be the perfect outlet.

Of course, Tom had still crossed some lines. There were definitely things that fell from his mouth which were totally uncalled for. You understood that all of this was coming from anger and stress but that didn’t mean you weren’t upset about it. And you weren’t going to deny it; it did fuel the frustration you were feeling.

“We were doomed from the beginning.” he had said, running a hand through his already tousled hair. “Bloody hell, I wish I’d never met you!”

“You don’t mean that-”

Tom shook his head, glaring at you as he threw his arms up in exasperation. He had cut you off before you could finish your sentence. “Would have saved me so much wasted time and effort!”

It was easier for you to put your foot down and end the conversation than it was for you to hold back the tears that formed in your eyes. And that was no easy feat either. Tom wasn’t oblivious to the hurt expression that crossed your features but in a moment of selfishness, he made no attempt to apologise and explain so that his pride wouldn’t be dented.

Nonchalantly, you changed into clothes that were more comfortable for you to sleep in. Despite the chill in the air, you gulped down a glass of cold water in an effort to calm the heat that burned your skin. You set down the empty glass once finished and made yourself comfortable in the bed you usually shared with Tom.

It felt almost unreal this time. Sure, this was not the first time you had argued but it seemed to hit harder than the times before. Biting your lip to stop it from quivering, you squeezed your eyes shut and tried to calm yourself down so that you could sleep peacefully. Crying yourself to sleep is a one-way ticket to waking up with a headache at best. You were lucky if it wasn’t a migraine.

But it wasn’t working as well as you’d like. Tears still managed to slip down to your pillow, a few pooling in the dip where your eyes met your nose because you were laying on your side. Your jaw kept on clenching and unclenching as you thought about the way Tom had spoken to you only an hour earlier.

“Just-why do you have to be such a fucking pain all the time?” Tom had groaned, wiping his hands down his face.

“Why do I have to be such a pain?”

“Yes!” He almost yelled, his voice dripping with a venom you didn’t know Tom possessed. “All you do is make things worse for me!”

Wondering where the argument had come from and where it had gone so terribly wrong, you noticed that your breaths became uneven. There was a lump that had grown in your throat and you were sure you were trembling as if you were cold. And you were cold but you were not that cold. It was because you were hurting and you knew you wouldn’t stop hurting until you heard Tom take back the things he had said.

It was much out of character for Tom to speak to you like that. He wasn’t usually aggressive with you, even if he was tired or if he had a particularly rough day on set. Usually, he kept his work life and his domestic life separate and never let his frustrations come home with him. Today must have been an exception.

No matter how upset you were with him, you still missed the familiar body that would be pressed up against you at this time of night. Once again, you ignored the discomfort you felt in the pit of your stomach. It would go away on its own, you thought, soon enough. Unfortunately, it didn’t seem as if it were going away.

Shaky breaths left your lips as you stared wide-eyed at the wall beside your bed. You were tired. So damn tired so why couldn’t you sleep? It was frustrating, if anything, that you weren’t able to fall asleep. Your eyes stung with fatigue and you rubbed at them with your fists to try and extinguish the discomfort. If Tom were here, you remembered, he wouldn’t have let you do that. He was always adamant that rubbing your eyes would always make the problem worse.

Letting out a noise of distaste, you pushed yourself off of the bed and through the door to your shared bedroom. Your bare feet padded down the small hallway and towards the guest room without your consent. Cursing yourself out for doing so, you just stared at the closed door in front of you. Tom was asleep, that you were sure of. The sound of muffled yet drowsy breaths that only came from him when he was sleeping were just barely audible if you strained your ears.

Shaking your head, you turned away from the room, ready to get back into your own bed without Tom to help you fall asleep. But then you turned back around. Was it really worth it? Besides, you didn’t want to wake up to any awkward tension between the two of you. This would at least tame said tension a little bit.

Before you could have any more doubts, you pushed the door open quietly and stepped in slowly. Being careful not to make too much noise, you closed the door softly. Tom was a light sleeper, you had come to learn. And the last thing you wanted to do was wake him up and have to talk to him. All you needed was to fall asleep and Tom was the only person that could help you achieve that goal.

Trying not to shift the sheets around your boyfriend too much, you peeled them back enough for you to slip underneath them. Making sure that there was enough space for you to fit in beside him without too much discomfort. The bed was definitely smaller and it didn’t do much to help that Tom was sprawled out smack bang in the middle of it. Chuckling at the sight of Tom’s cheek squished against the mattress just below the pillow, you quietly and carefully slid into the spot beside him.

When you were finally happy under the sheets, you slowly inched closer to him. Cautiously, as not to wake him, you moved his limbs so that he didn’t resemble a starfish and so that you could comfortably lie against him. Tom’s lips drowsily curled into a smile in his sleep and he shifted at the warmth that came from your body.

Your attempts at not waking him up had failed but Tom didn’t let you know that he was no longer asleep. He was sure you were going to leave if you knew he was awake. But still, he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him. You felt him bury his nose into your neck.

“I’m still mad at you,” you mumble, just to make sure that he understood he wasn’t off the hook until he apologised. He sighed. Everything about him screamed ‘sleepy’ but he didn’t let his disrupted slumber hold him back from speaking.

With a husky and sleep filled voice, Tom said, “I didn’t mean what I said.”

“I know,” you replied, refusing to turn around and face him.

“I love you.”

You hummed, your eyes fluttering shut as you finally welcomed the sleep that was pulling both you and Tom away from consciousness. “Love you too.”

COMPLETED - APRIL 14, 2019

Summary:

FWB!Roommate!Tom Holland x Reader

Friends with benefits is supposed to be just that. Friends with the benefits of fooling around and not having anything more than platonic feelings. Easy, fun, thrilling, no one gets hurt…right?

Warnings: Swearing, smut (18+), drinking, angst, fluff, mentions of blood

A/N: I don’t know Tom personally nor own him. What’s written is just fiction and should be thought of as such. I do not directly associate Tom with any ideas used in my writing. It’s used for entertainment and fictional purposes only. I do not directly associate the actions, activities, or emotions with Tom himself. He is being used here as a character and should be thought of such.

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Chapters:

Prologue💕 Chapter 1 (sos text) ✌💕   Chapter 2 (snowfall) 💕 Chapter 3 (tongue tied) 💕 Chapter 4 (confused hangovers)✌💕 Chapter 5 (polaroids) Chapter 6 (lego house)✌ Chapter 7 (frozen bearings)✌ Chapter 8 (friends?) Chapter 9 (selfish) Chapter 10 (5 words) Chapter 11 (how’s this for honesty) Chapter 12 (wanted)✌ Chapter 13 (it’s jenny) Chapter 14 (oxygen) Chapter 15 (lifeline) Chapter 16 (heartbreak)✌ Chapter 17 (photograph)✌ Epilogue

Fic Inspired Works:

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moodboard 1 moodboard 2 moodboard 3 moodboard 4 moodboard 5 moodboard 6 moodboard 7 moodboard 8 moodboard 9 moodboard 10 moodboard 11 moodboard 12 moodboard 13 moodboard 14 moodboard 15 harrison moodboard tom moodboard

collage by @honeymoonparker moodboard by @spiderboytotherescue moodboard by @fairydustparker moodboard by @lovelyspidey moodboard by @spiderboytotherescue moodboard by @spiderboytotherescue moodboard by @gioandreolli

OC Versions:

Wattpad (this is an OG Story on Wattpad, Tom & Haz are faceclaims) AO3

Crosshair: don’t you kriffing dare die on me

Tech: I have no intent on doing so…

Time for a rescue mission I recon 👀

This is basically a part two to this drawing! The brainrot for any Tech and Crosshair interaction is very real my guys, I just need them all to be happy 🥲

PETER CUSHING on playing Grand Moff Tarkin in carpet slippers

They hadn’t got time to have my boots made for me, which is usually the case, because of my large feet, so I had to do with a pair out of stock. Now there I was, on the first day of shooting, this very, very cross, unpleasant gentleman, Grand Moff Tarkin, stomping around, and it was agony, it really was.

So the next day I said to dear George Lucas, the director, I said, “George, I am not asking for close ups, but do you think you could shoot me from the waist upwards from now on?” And he said “Why,” and I explained the reasons, so he said “Oh, all right,” and he gave me a pair of carpet slippers.

So for the rest of the film I stomped around looking extremely angry, very cross, with that dear little Carrie Fisher, as Grand Moff Tarkin in carpet slippers!

more Echo more Echo more echo more more

Heres a compliation of Jin doing his hearts events at concerts

Rex: Uh sir, doesn’t stunning someone over and over again in a relatively short period of time cause lasting damage?

Anakin: Don’t be ridiculous Rex, I’ve been electrocuted plenty of times and I’m perfectly fine! *eye twitch*

A peek...

Alright I’m bored, needing depth for my Fanfic, gonna analyze the Bad Batch’s barracks.  

It’s a mess, clear cut right off the start which shows how little Kaminoan  discipline of cleanliness (conditioning) was in affect in these particular clones.  

Echo has the hammock near Tech’s bunk and surrounded by his equipment.  Tech has hacked into the power conduits over his bunk to have all these mechanical arms and tools added so he could probably work on tinkering something by his bunk.- noted by @1fineslytherin​.  The lights here are dim, then after the Batch escapes Kamino and Crosshair moves in with his new squad the lights are restored to the typical Kaminoan illuminating fashion.  This may have been done for Hunter to ease his senses, POSSIBLY.  

As for that smell…

Wrecker has food on his bed, which has been left rotting and festering for about 206 or whatever rotations since the last time they were there.  No wonder it smells.  Along with a clothes line along the back wall which I guess is a step towards some sort of cleaning process?  Boy’s a wreck. - I am not sorry for that pun.  

Crosshair has a perch at the top left hand corner, it is level with Tech’s workstation from across the room.  He has three posters of droids on his back wall, each have distinct holes in the papers resembling the proper kill shots necessary to put down a droid.  Through the holes you can see the wall that they are pinned against, he used these for practice and brought them back to look at / show off / be his intimidating toothpick suckeling self.  As pointed out by @yavielin-feanarien, the center poster spells the letter ‘C’ in Aruebesh.  He also has 2 sets of fresh blacks folded neatly sitting on his sheets.  

I do believe given Wrecker’s messy manner and Tech’s clutter, Crosshair and Hunter decided to take opposite sides to keep the room in some sort of balance.  I say this because honestly I would want a roommate who is clean, not a slob, so in this kind of rooming situation I would want to be on the side with the other clean individual.  But I can see why they would take opposite sides to maintain some sort of “Order” within the room.  

Tech’s perch.  💕

-Tech states that he doesn’t want to sleep next to Wrecker’s junk in their opening episode…bro use those goggles to look at your own room first.  

-Wrecker definitely stole that couch from somewhere.  It’s a BIG couch for a BIG man such as himself.  They have their bunks, benches with no backs to lean into, and crates are all that can be sat on in this room.  Can definitely understand why Wrecker would bring this piece of furniture into their barracks. 

Tech’s bunk is made, and adorns his scribbles of equations.  With all this wall art, makes me wonder who drew that Padme nose art in the deleted reel.  😀  My credits on Tech.  

Hunter’s bunk is made and tidy. he is definitely a boot man, called it!  He has medals pinned to the backboard, no idea what that thing is in the corner, it might be a canteen.  He’s got the iconic Bad Batch 99 skull on his wall, I just dig this man.  

One last thing that I see a problem with as a collective, is that they don’t bring gonky into the room with them.  I like to think that because he is a defective unit that the facility would snatch him up and decommission him, or that he would be bullied by other droids.  So they agree that he’s gotta remain on the ship but still!  

Anyways….I would still like to be their shared barrack hoe.  No lie.  

Commission for @theeasternempress !!

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S U G A :

Your stranger - working the late night shift at a local corner shop and Yoongi becomes a frequent visitor.

Till Dawn  - friends with benefits. (M)

Issues - jealous yoongi.

Morning - morning sex. (M)

Bad girl - professor/mr.min. (M)

Late  - CEO yoongi. (M)

Crush series - [1/?] 1 - yoongi struggles with a crush.

Broken - 1, 2 [2/2]  - secretly dating but cannot be a normal couple. (M)

Mine - jealous yoongi. (M)

Stuck - elevator smut. (M)

Colours - yoongi agrees to be your model for an art project. fluff.

Relax - caring yoongi + bath.

Games - camping. (M)

Memories - yoongi reminisces on the past as a couple.

Wake up - lazy make out session ft. yoongi being a shit.

Misunderstanding - jealous of jungkook.

Admire - admiring yoongi’s neck.

Interruption - scolding that leads to smut. (M)

Marks - yoongi leaves marks all over your body from biting, and one of the other members sees them accidentally.

Jealousy - angst/jealous yoongi.

Control [2/2] 1 , 2 - yoongi allows you to take control. reverse roles for part two. (M)

Warmth - [1/?] yoongi the stoic businessman you make coffee for each morning is too cute.

Cheat - cheating.

Distracted - car sex. (M)

Play - jamming session.

Want - couch smut. (M)

Job au prompts:

Salon - ‘rumor has it that you’re a hairdresser with magic fingers and you can fix any bad hair day so that’s why I’m here’

Klutz - ’ ‘you’re an employee and I have a crush on you so when you hand me the soft serve I accidentally grab it by the ice cream instead of the cone.’

Pick up lines - ‘should I be concerned about how much caffeine you’re taking in’ + ‘I write a bad pick up line on your cup every time I’m your barista’

Crown - [1/?] 1 -  ‘Romeo and Juliet of the math and english dept.’

Hotline - ‘i have a very cute neighbour and very thin walls and one day I call you and err your moans are very synchronised with my neighbour’s’ + ‘ I called you because I was curious and wow you have a very soothing voice can you please sing me to sleep’ (M)

Flowers - ‘I work as a florist and every day you walk in, buy one flower and give it to me’

J U N G K O O K :

Private - ’a glimpse of something private, something that should have remained unknown to your eyes and suddenly the boy you had believed was innocent had become a man practically reeking of testosterone.’

Revelation - ‘The heat that resonated from him was unlike any other man you had encountered, his movements were carefully calculated despite his intoxication, his touches soft yet firm upon your skin leaving a scorching trail in their wake. With kisses alone you felt as if he was deep beneath your skin drawing out all of your darkest deepest desires.’ (M)

Paper Hearts - ‘You met him at the tender age of thirteen. He was the boy next door, the kid that walked you to school on your very first day and told you your smile was like sunshine.’

Unseen (M) - ‘Jungkook struggles to keep his hands to himself.’

Nirvana (M) 1/2 - ‘the need for something that isn’t yours, yet all jungkook wanted to do was take and you willingly gave him everything and anything.’ 

What you need 1/? “People here, they’re dangerous you do best not to mix.” he explains, watching in interest at your reaction to his words. “Are you one of those people?” you ask. Bingo. He almost smirks he’d seen this scenario countless times, small naïve girls wanting nothing more than to play with fire, to get burnt. He leans forward within his chair, the proximity closing between the two of you as he pulls his lighter from his pocket. “I’m the worst kind.”

deal (m) 1, 2, 3, 3.5/? - summary: ‘the years spent working hard had really paid off and was it so wrong to want to rub that in a few faces? The cliché mean girls that often teased you for not doing anything with your hair or clothing, wouldn’t it be great to show off someone like Jungkook?’ High school reunion au + ceo!jeon

wonder (m) - summary: ‘that was the snag, the inconvenience if you will, Jeon Jungkook had next to no experience with girls. It was his best friend that insisted on dragging the poor boy from the safety of his dorm and to the nearest frat party. But now Jungkook no longer attended the parties instead taking refuge on your couch. He’d find comfort there, stretched out upon his back with your legs on either side of his body, your fingers threading lazily through his hair.’ virgin!kook

heat (m) - summary: requested - first time oral. 

wet (m) summary: requested: shower sex.

promise? - summary: police au

N A M J O O N : 

Blossoms: summary: requested - first time meeting.