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"Romancing the Decades" Aesthetics, summaries, and pairings!
The 40s!
Soldier x Waitress
When Peter (Tom Holland) enlists to fight in World War 2, he and his first real love, Alison (Reader), share passionate love letters back and fourth.
The 50s!
Greaser x Dancer (Flopper)
Four years ago, Alex (Tom Holland) told Patricia (Reader) he loved her, but he was simply to young for her. Now, four years later, Alex is eighteen and a senior in high school, and Patricia finally opens her heart up to him. And to cocaine.
The 60s!
Mechanic x Drag Racer
Lifelong best friends Frankie (Ton Holland) and Jennifer (Reader) have finally confessed there feelings for one another, and engage in a passionate and steamy romance.
The 70s!
Nerd x Cheerleader
When Jackie (Reader) finds out her cute little nerdy friend, Dylan (Tom Holland), can sing, she finds herself falling madly in love, and the two share a very intense and beautiful high school romance.
The 80s!
Mobster x Stripper
Christopher (Tom Holland) and Stephanie (Reader) are madly in love, but when her ex tries squeezing himself back into her life, she ends it with him for good. Now that the two lovers are on the run, they will do anything to protect eachother.
The 90s!
Bull Rider x Buckle Bunny
Justin (Tom Holland) is one of the best bull riders around, and with the love of his life, Jaycee (Reader), by his side he is even better.
The Wild West Days!
Outlaw x Farmers Daughter
Jesse (Tom Holland) is on the run when he takes shelter at the Wayne farm in a small town. There he meets Ms. Elizabeth Wayne (Reader), the daughter to Charles Wayne, and they begin a forbidden, comedic, steamy, and tragic romance.
when lorde said “i knew that teenagers sparkled. i knew they knew something children didn’t know, and adults ended up forgetting. since 13 i’ve spent my life building this giant teenage museum, mausoleum maybe, dutifully wolfishly writing every moment down, and repeating it all back like folklore. and now there isn’t any more of it.”
and like, the thing that Strikes me about this so much isn’t that it goes away - like, yes, that knocks the air out of my lungs sometimes that teenagedom is a stage in your life that you inevitably leave behind, and you can never travel back to it because your teenagedoom now only exists in your memory. you can read the diary entries and listen to the music and look at the pictures and if you’re lucky, you saved as much of it as you could, filled the attic up with anecdotes, selfies, bad poetry, good poetry, home videos, train tickets, notes swapped in class that saved your life once, but the act of being in it is gone. some memories will linger more than others, and so the year becomes a constellation of a few sharp feelings and memories in the rearview mirror, until you can almost taste it. until 2016 blushes a bright red, an evening orange, a soft, sunflower yellow, hopeful and tender and unsure. simple as the first of everything that mattered. holy ground. 2013 is all hiding in the bathroom stalls and crawling home from school early again, an email in the middle of the night that changes everything, a note, a butterfly. 2018, the end of the world. 2017, the sky-high rejoicing, despairing to death, and you, floating in the middle, desperately grasping at both.
these things are behind you, but you can see them still - if you’re lucky, you have the records. maybe you filled enough diaries to piece it all back together, make sense of the chaos of it all, listen in on the conversations again, a visitor, a spy to the people you’ve been. maybe you held on to the songs, a handful of feelings that cut through you that year. maybe january 2018 is all how could i have known and alright by keaton henson, and later, the year sounds like soon soon by tom rosenthal and september is all welcome to new york by taylor swift and then all my heroes by bleachers.
maybe you did write a whole album about it. made it immortal. doesn’t matter how, but if you’re lucky, you really did build that giant teenage museum, so some version of it is preserved forever. look, this, all this is my teenagedom. this is what it looked like, how it tasted, how it ached and pulled and pushed and split me clean in half. this is how my hair felt and this is what i always had for breakfast and this was my favourite jumper. this is how we spent a summer. this was my handwriting. this is who i thought my parents were. this was the first of everything. this is the only picture i have from that night.
that doesn’t go away. is behind you, fades and changes and becomes something else in your memory as you yourself fade and change and, inevitably, become somebody else as well. still, it doesn’t go away - but once it’s in the rearview mirror, there isn’t any more of it.
this, this is all my teenagedom. this is all there is of it. this is how i spent these years. nothing else is ever going to happen to teenage me because the clock struck midnight and she stopped existing. this is everything those years were. all the people you imagined you might be at 17 when you were 14 are one finite person now. the year is finite. your sparkling, aching, messy, empty-bellied teenagedom is finite. nothing else is ever going to happen to it now. all the paths ahead of you slowly turn into the one that you chose, a singular, glorious, bumpy hike stretching out behind you as the years go on. time comes for your teenagedom first, then the next decade and the next, and there is no way to ever do it all, to ever live the lives of all the people you imagined, even briefly, you might become one day. the grand, sparkling mystery of your future has been solved. you have arrived, and you have unveiled all the secrets it ever kept from you.
the attics are stuffed to the brim with the things you’ve seen and lips you’ve tasted, all the songs you have ever heard and all the books you read and all the countries you ever lived in. this is what you did for your 22nd birthday. these are all the grand chances you took. this is the best job you ever had and this is the amount of years you had it. this is what it all did to you. this is where you’ve ended up. for every attic, there is a basement, filled to the top with all the things you didn’t do. for better or worse.
that. that’s the part that makes me lose my fucking mind. one day, the great and glittering chapters of your life will close, some gently, some violently, some too early. time inevitably runs out, and i want to spend it running around trying to fill it with so much of the sky-high rejoicing, despairing to death. there is so much comfort in not knowing what the future holds - but one day, i will have explored all the rooms i’ve built in this museum and everything i hung up here. hopefully, when have the answers, when i’ve found out what happens to me, when my teenagedom closes behind me - i will slip out the backdoor and look at it and say - oh, so this is what it became.
i never see positivity for us so: if you had bad grades, dropped out, or cheated your way through school i love you so much and you deserve the world <3
Hi! I loved the stuff on your other account, and I wanted to see if you could write something with Tom being needy, but when you snap at him, he becomes all big, macho, and dominant?? Thanks!
Needy
➵Warnings: Smut, needy tom, suggestive content, dub-con but not really, degrading
➵Masterlist
➵a/n: I loved this, you want me dead, b?? I love you tho and thank you for the request 🥺
“Tom, stop,” you mumbled, trying your hardest to pay attention to the script in front of you.
But Tom planned on doing the opposite, his lips still on your neck, sucking small pink and red marks on your skin, his fingers drifting up and down your inner thighs, too close to where you needed him most.
“Come on, darling, lighten up a little bit. You’ve been staring at that script for hours, I think you need a break from it,” he argued, turning your head with his finger under your chin, leaning in to have your lips on his.
“Yeah, because it’s my job,” you argued, “How I make money. You can’t always be the breadwinner,” you shifted away from him.
“I’ll make it worth your while,” he smirked devilishly, leaning over to your ear, whispering, “I can make you cum so hard you cry, darling, it would be all about you,”
He takes one of your hands, placing it right on his painfully hard bulge, “See what you do to me? Feel what you do to me?” he muttered.
The shifting of your thighs didn’t go unnoticed by him as you swallowed hard. You wanted nothing more than to have him dip down between you legs and lick you until you passed out. But you really needed to finish this script before you started work tomorrow.
“Tommy, I can’t. I really have to finish this,” you said as politely as you could muster, knowing that you had been needy at times like this.
The eldest Holland brother scoffed at your dedication, even if he would do the same thing in your situation, seeing as you two had the same job.
“Just take a break,” he protested your argument, “the script will be there when you get back, darling,”
Now you were getting annoyed, Tom’s antics becoming a distraction rather than motive. You knew he wasn’t going to stop.
“Thomas. Stanley. Holland.” You finally gritted, his eyes growing wide at someone using his full official birth name besides his mother, “I said no,”
“Right,” he scoffed in disbelief, getting up and heading towards the bedroom before slamming the door behind him, not bothering to look back your way.
Something about the way he slammed that door told you that there was no more playful tone, and once you were done, you were going to be in for it.
You finished the script around an hour later, but stayed out there longer than necessary because you really, really didn’t want to see what Tom was cooking up in his devious little brain about a tit for a tat.
Finally, you mustered up the courage to get up off the couch and set your script on the kitchen counter before finally slipping down the hall to the last door, hesitantly twisting the knob.
The first thing she was greeted with was Tom’s back to the doorway, most likely either pretending to be asleep or actually asleep.
You slipped into bed and under the covers, a warm lamp lighting the room as you scooted as close behind him as possible, wrapping your arms around him as you leaned in and kissed his neck gently.
If he wasn’t awake before, he definitely was now.
And yet he resumed in a dormant state, pretending you weren’t even there as he continued to stay in the same position.
“Tommy,” you silently whined, your fingers tracing his bare chest, trying to coax him to give in just like he did you.
“Tommy?” He scoffed, “I thought I was Thomas.”
You closed your eyes and let out a breath of regret, poking your head over him as you kissed under his earlobe, knowing it was his sweet spot.
“Come on, darling,” you teased, mocking his British accent.
Before you could think, Tom was grabbing you by the throat and hovering over you, a lustful sadistic look in his eyes as he searched your wide ones.
“I have half a mind to tie you to the bed and edge you all night, then leaving you there while I sleep on the couch,” he growled lowly.
You whimpered, knowing that was the last thing you wanted, and he knew it too.
“Or maybe I could just use you as a little plaything to get myself off and not touch you for the next week.”
“All this over me snapping back?” You challenged.
“You’re lucky I’m feeling merciful, princess, after all, it is your first time truly pissed me off, huh?” His grip tightened slightly, making you squeak.
“Here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to fuck you until I cum. And if you cum as well, so be it, but it won’t be my problem. Understood?”
Your face sported a look of annoyance, but in all reality, you felt like this is what you needed. To be put back in place. To be dominated.
“Understood?” he gritted when he recieved no answer, snapping you back into reality from your diviating thoughts.
“Mhm,” you nodded, biting your lip to keep from letting loose a smile that would surely get you in deeper shit.
Without another word, Tom released your throat, letting his hand drift down your body, and you shivered right as he got to your v-line, his soft, intentional touches driving you insane. And needy.
Soon enough, his fingers found your clothed clit, drinking in the reaction you were giving him, your eyes on his.
Even though he was insistent on only pleasuring himself, you knew that he just loved make you cum just a little too much, making his promise futile.
His mouth was propped open, small pants tumbling from his lips as he took control, shifting your panties to the side and inserting a finger, curling it, not giving you any time to adjust before he was thrusting at a fair pace.
You whimpered and whined, writhing under him as he did his best to stay concentrated on pleasuring you. Put your sounds were so heavenly.... so distracting.
His pace quickened as he soaked in your musings, your arms going around his shoulders, hands going to the back of his head, pulling him in and locking your lips with his as your moans were now muffled with his mouth.
Suddenly, he pulled back, panting, “See? This is all I wanted, darling. Now cum,” you nodded as he did the same, “cum all over my fingers, slut.”
Like a dog on command, your core tightened around him as you threw your head back, letting out long, breathless sounds of pleasure as he helped you ride it out, now grinding his painful hard-on onto the skin of your thigh.
He abruptly yanked out his fingers, then stripping you forcefully as he threw you around like a rag doll, and once you were perfectly bare for him, he stood back to admire his favorite girl.
“Stunning,” he sighed out, before stripping himself, now going to hover over the top of you, his patience for release thinning.
He lined himself up with you, your eyes meeting his, a wordless confirmation that this is what you truly wanted.
It was a stretch, it always was, but it felt amazing to have him inside you, slippin in centimeter by centimeter, making you feel every ridge and vein. His want and his need for nobody but you.
You were breathless as he started to move, sliding in and out as he stretched you, his heavy breaths making you squirm on his cock. His eyes were locked with yours, his chocolate brown eyes staring into yours, a disagreement leading to such a romantic, passionate moment.
He began to go quicker, adding to the pressure in your core, leaning down and kissing your neck, whispering soft nothings into your skin as he continued to move.
“Just like that,”
“So good for me, my perfect girl.”
“Fuck, clench around me like that again, darling,”
“I love you. I love you so fucking much,”
The outpour of affection made you weaker and weaker as you slipped into another headspace, whimpers and moans the only noise you could make as his paced quickened and hardened.
“Fuck, I’m close, darling, are you close?” he panted, and you nodded, letting out a small ‘mhm’.
You clenched hard around him, both of you plummeting over the edge. Both of you let out a symphony of moans and gasps as you both slipped into a state of euphoria, the both of you grasping at each other as you did.
The both of you struggled to catch your breath, Tom pulling back and looking at your closed ones, smiling to himself, knowing that he made you feel as good as he did.
okay so random rant but I was just on tiktok and a video came up and it was like 3 reasons why my standards are ruined and it was- wait yk what lemme just show y'all the video
and I realised that I COMPLETELY FORGOT that arvin russel existed and now I'm sad bc I wanna watch tdatt again and also when I saw him kick the car door I ✨ felt something ✨ and the way I wanted to scream so loud but couldn't bc my whole family is asleep but the speed that my hand FLEW to my mouth and I just kinda did that silent scream and now my chest hurts but idc bc well, um- its arvin fuckin russel so y'know
anyways I think my tom holland obsession may be coming back but there's no way to tell
"Okay hun, I got a request for you! Guardian Angel!Luke Patterson x Alive!Reader where he is her guardian angel and they are in love, and one day Y/n almost gets herself killed/hurt walking home from H.S/College, and Luke to make her feel better sings her Now or Never (because it's her favorite!) And they make love for the first time after???? "
Word Count: 2k+
TW: mentions of suicide, abuse, angst with a fluffy ending, smut
A/N: Ok so I had SO much fun writing this!!! So thank you. I spent a long time on this so reblogs are appreciated!!!
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When Luke died, he didn't expect to become a ghost, He didn't expected to sit in a room for 25 years comforting Alex as he cried, but he sure as hell didn't expect to be ripped away from that room and become a guardian angel to a 17 year old girl with a rough life.
But it happened.
Y/N had a really terrible childhood. Her dad left her mom once he found out she was pregnant, never to be heard from again, leaving a hole in her heart where a fathers love was supposed to be. She missed him, a man she had never met. She had tried reaching out to him multiple times, just wanting to have some type of relationship with her father, but he never answered, never even sent a card on her birthday.
Her mom eventually found love again, except, the guy she fell in love with was abusive, physically and emotionally. He had a way with words, a way to make you feel worthless and unwanted. He made you feel like you had no place there, and it broke Y/N's soul even more. She'd never forget when he slapped her across the face, screaming how pathetic she was, saying how she was good for nothing and everyone would be better off if she was gone.
After years and years of built up torment, Y/N finally felt herself snap, she finally fell down the rabbit hole of spiraling depression. She didn't know why she was going through it all, why it had to be her. Why should she even be here, if all she was doing was living in constant agony and resentment.
It wasn't until she met Luke, her guardian angel, that she knew why she needed to keep pushing, keep moving forwards. It was her love for the boy who died too young.
She had been sitting on the bathroom floor, razor blade pressed into her skin, crying as she attempted to take her own life. She just couldn't take the emotional pain she was being put through any longer. Luke had suddenly flashed into the room, causing her to stop her movements.
He looked around confused, wondering why he was no longer in a dark room with a sobbing Alex, until his eyes landed on the very scared looking girl, razor blade hovering over her wrist.
"Hey wait- don't do that!" He gasped, grabbing the razor from her shaking hands. She looked up at him, her eyes wide.
"What's wrong?" Luke asked, setting the blade down and sitting down in front of the girl, concern etched into his face.
"Who-Who are you?" She whispered, staring at the boy in wonder.
Luke knew the answer as soon as she asked, almost like the answer was whispered to him.
"I'm your guardian angel."
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Luke doesn't know quite how it happened, or even when, but he had found himself in love with Y/N.
Alex and Reggie had quickly caught on to the boy's love sick behavior, sharing knowing glances every time Luke would go on about how amazing she is.
"-and I still have to wait two hours!" Luke groaned, throwing himself onto the couch in the Molina's garage. They had just recently been poofed into there after Julie Molina had played their demo, and have stayed ever since.
Alex glanced at Reggie, smirking as Reggie shook his head at Luke.
"You'll be fine man, Julie is with her anyways, she can look after her."
"I'm not worried about that-" Luke said, rolling his eyes at Alex. "-I just can't wait to see her again."
When both Reggie and Alex smirked, Luke's cheeks flushed red. "What?"
"You are totally in love with her." Reggie chuckled, lazily strumming at his bass. "We can all see it."
Luke scoffed and stood up, walking over and grabbing his guitar, avoiding eye contact.
"You guys are crazy." He mumbled, picking at the strings randomly.
"Dude, you've got it bad." Alex laughed, chucking a drum stick at Luke's head, who quickly dodged it. "Just admit it to yourself already."
Luke sent a glare in Alex's direction, before plopping back onto the couch, still strumming his guitar.
"I'm not in love with her, I'm supposed to protect her, watch over her. That's why we're so close, not because I'm in love with her."
"Ok." Alex sighed, rolling his eyes and standing up. "Well, while you sit around and pout for the next two hours, I'll be with Willie."
Alex snapped his fingers and poofed out, leaving a very bored Luke and Reggie to play random things on their instruments.
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"Hey Jules, could you let Luke know I'm staying behind today?" Y/N asked, her nose still in her history book. "I need to finish this assignment."
"No problem. I'm sure he'll just wait outside like a golden retriever anyways."
Y/N laughed and waved goodbye, turning back to her book and looking for the last few answers.
It took her about a hour, but after reading the chapter 5 times, she was finally able to wrap up her homework.
Y/N sighed contently as she shut the book, stretching her sore limbs before packing up her belongings, excited to be going home and into Luke's comforting arms.
She slung her bag over her shoulder, and headed outside to start her journey home.
When she walked towards the parking lot, it was completely deserted. She looked at the time and gasped, she had been there longer than she thought.
She saw a flash of light across the street, and grinned when she seen Luke appear. She quickly rushed out to cross the street, not looking before she did. Luke smiled and opened his arms, until he noticed a car speeding in Y/N's direction.
His eyes went wide and he was quick to run to Y/N, quickly pulling her out of the road, the car just barely missing her.
Y/N gripped Luke's arms, her eyes wide and heart racing. Her breathing was quick to pick up, a panic attack soon to form. Luke took notice and quickly wrapped his arms around her, poofing them into her bedroom, whispering soft nothing's into her ear.
"Hey, focus on me." Luke muttered, tilting her head up to look at him. When her wide eyes met his, and her breaths didn't slow, he starting softly singing her favorite song.
"Take off, last stop-" He started, laughing when she manage to smile through her ragged breathing. "-sing it with me!"
"C-Count down till we blast open the top." She started, suddenly feeling her panic attack start to die down.
Luke grinned as he continued the song, pausing every so often to let her finish the lyrics. By the time the song was over, her breathing had returned to normal, and she was laughing with him.
"See? You're ok!" He said, placing a kiss on her forehead. When he pulled away, he placed a hand on her cheek, his thumb tracing it softly.
Y/N placed her hand atop of his, holding it gently.
Their eyes connected, and suddenly Luke felt a swarm of butterflies attack his stomach. They had been a lot closer than he realized, their faces mere inches away from each other.
Y/N's eyes flicked from Luke's to his lips, wanting nothing more to experience his soft lips on hers. It had been something she had dreamed of for a while now, ever since she realized she had fallen in love with her guardian angel.
Luke took notice in her flickering gaze, and swallowed the lump in his throat. He slowly leaned forward, his lips barely grazing hers, before she closed the gap and connected her lips with his.
Luke felt a spark ignite within him as their lips met, a heat spread through him, causing him to sigh and pull her closer, his lips molding into hers.
Their lips moved in sync, the kiss slow, but full of fire, full of passion that had their heads fuzzy and stomach in knots. It was the type of kiss that left you breathless, left you wanting more.
Luke's hands grabbed her waist, pulling her closer to him as the kiss got heated, and Y/N surprised him by swinging her leg over his lap, straddling him. She placed her hands on both sides of his face, deepining the kiss further.
Luke's hands wrapped around her thighs as his tongue slid across her bottom lip, getting lost in the taste of her.
When she let out a small whimper, he picked her up by her thighs, flipping her over onto the bed. He hovered over her, connecting his lips to hers once again. She let her hands wonder up his neck and into his brown locks, pulling slightly.
Luke groaned and pulled away, looking at her messy state. "Let me make love to you?"
Y/N nodded her head, pulling on his shirt hinting she wanted it gone. He quickly pulled it over his head, revealing his toned figure, before leaning back down and connecting their lips in another firey kiss.
Y/N's hands wandered down his chest, feeling every bump and ridge of his chest and stomach, memorizing it.
Luke's kisses soon traveled to her neck, leaving occasional love bites as his lips traveled south.
His hands reached the bottom of her shirt, and he looked up at her for permission. She nodded her head and Luke pulled the piece of clothing away from her body, pausing to admire her sculpture.
"You're so beautiful." He whispered, placing a kiss on her chest before leaving a trail of kisses down her stomach.
He looked up at her, making sure she was ok once he reached her waistband. When she smiled at him, he unbuttoned her jeans, pulling them down her legs.
He crawled back up, placing his lips on hers sweetly. He felt her hands ghost around the button of his jeans, before she unbuttoned them, pulling them down his legs. He helped her kick them off, before he tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.
"Do you have a-"
"I'm on the pill." She whispered, wrapping her legs around his waist.
He smiled and pressed another kiss to her lips before he reached behind her, unhooking her bra and letting it slide off of her. He took a moment to admire her bare chest, before his hands moved to her panties, slowly pulling them down her legs.
He pulled his boxers down, revealing his hard member, before he positioned himself at her entrance.
"You ready?" He asked, scanning her face for confirmation.
"Ready."
He slowly pushed inside of her, both of them gasping at the sensation shooting through their bodies.
He kept going until he bottomed out, pausing to let her adjust to his size.
Y/N looked up at Luke, nodding when she was ready.
Luke slowly pulled back, before thrusting his hips back forwards, eliciting a moan from the pair.
"You're so beautiful." He whispered, slowly setting a pace with each thrust he made. "So beautiful."
His hips kept a steady pace, earning small moans and little whimpers from the girl. Her hands went back into his hair, pulling at the short locks as he hit a certain spot.
"Right there." She gasped, her eyes rolling to the back of her head.
Luke grinned in triumph and angled his hips to hit the same spot repeatedly.
"I-Im close Luke." She breathed, squeezing her eyes shut as the knot in her stomach got tighter with each thrust he made.
"Me too princess." He breathed, his eyes shutting in ecstacy.
He brought his thumb down to her clit, rubbing fast circles on the sensitive nub. Her legs started shaking signaling that she was close.
"Come for me angel." He whispered, sending her over the edge. He groaned as her walls contracted around him, triggering his own oragasum soon afterwards.
He helped her ride out her high with a few last thrusts before he pulled out of her, collapsing next to her. He pulled her body into his, placing a soft kiss on her forehead.
"I love you." He whispered, but she was already fast asleep.
Summary: when the reader agrees to go on the annual ski trip up to the mountains with her boyfriend, Luke, and her friends she expected to go looking at mountains. But what she ends up doing doesn't require much hiking
Pairings: alive!Luke Patterson x reader
Words: 2.4k
Warnings: THIS IS NSFW FOREPLAY SMUT PEOPLE
If any of you have ever had a conversation with me and you read this fic, no you didn't
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"What are you two doing tomorrow?" Julie asked you.
You rolled into your stomach and propped your head up in your hands. “I’m not sure, but I know what we're doing next weekend, unfortunately.”
That peaked Julie’s interest, you weren’t usually much of a complainer. “Why unfortunately?” she questioned.
“Because I'm going on the Ski trip with him,” you whined. You wanted to spend time with Luke, you just didn't wanna go on the trip.
“Oh my god, you get to go?” she excitedly asked.
“Not helping,” you commented.
Julie smirked. “Sorry not sorry, I’ve been trying to get you to go for the past two years. And the first year, I couldn’t even go,” she pointed out.
“Yeah, so why would I have gone if you and Flynn weren’t even gonna be there?” you asked. As if on cue, Flynn walked down the stairs.
“Heard you guys were talking about me, all good things I hope?” she spoke as she walked down the stairs.
“Always,” you said, somewhat sarcastically.
She motioned for you to scoot over so she could have some space on the couch.
“So, if we’re done talking about me, did I hear someone say something about the ski trip?” Flynn questioned.
Before you could open your mouth Julie was already telling Flynn about how you were coming on the trip.
“You are?” Flynn squealed.
You tried to not get excited from their joy, but it was impossible; they were contagious.
You shyly smiled. “Yes, I’m going.”
“Yayyy!” Flynn yelled. The girl was practically jumping up and down.
“Oh who are you sharing a room with?” Flynn asked.
“Luke and I are,” you answered.
The girls exchanged a look you knew all too well.
“Shut up!” You covered your face with a pillow.
“We didn’t say anything!” they protested in almost complete unison.
You could feel your cheeks burning up. “Yeah, but you thought it,” you argued.
“Well whether we thought it or said it, you’re sharing a room with your boyyyyyyyfriend,” Flynn sang.
“If you guys start sing teasing me, I will leave,” you threatened.
“Don’t you need us to pick out your outfits?” Julie remembered.
“Oh, shit, yeah.”
“So in other words you have no leverage?” Flynn realized.
“I’m your ride home,” you reminded her.
“Outfits it is, but do not think we will be forgetting about this!” Flynn cried as she walked up to your bedroom.
“Whatever Flynn!” you yelled back.
“She’s right you know,” Julie slyly commented.
You just huffed in response.
The two of them did a very good job at helping maximize your california wardrobe for the mountains. Granted you had to go buy a couple things in advance, but overall, you felt confident that you could bear the cold of the mountains.
“Alright, I think you’ll survive,” Flynn proclaimed.
You closed your suitcase, and surprisingly you didn’t even have to sit on it.
“Thank you guys, I really appreciate it.”
“No problem, it was our pleasure, especially since you’re actually coming this year,” Julie said.
You dropped them both back off their houses and they were nice enough to spare you from embarrassing you in the car ride.
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You heard someone creeping up behind you as you grabbed your stuff to head to your second class, and as you felt arms wrap around your waist you knew it was Luke.
You turned to face him. “So I was thinking if we get one of the window rooms then we can see the snow when it falls,” he proposed.
Your face lit up. “Wait, it’s gonna snow when we’re up there?” you excitedly asked.
He happily watched your beaming face “I mean that’s what the weather said.”
“Oh my god! I haven’t seen snow since-” you paused, “actually I don’t remember, but it’s been awhile.”
“Well there’s a good chance that’s gonna happen,” he said.
“You know you’re actually required to show up to school for them to allow you to come right?” you teased. Though originally it had been a legitimate concern.
He licked his lips. “I’ve been coming everyday so I could come on this trip,” he defended himself.
“Coming to school and staying in school are two very different things Patterson,” you playfully reminded him.
He leaned in closer and his voice got quieter. “And what’s that?”
You resisted the urge to swallow and pulled away from him. “One is what I’m doing right now, because I need to go to class.”
He pulled his lips tightly before sighing. “You got me there,” he admitted.
“I always do,” you said, as you started walking off. You turned around to see him still standing there, you would be lying if you said it didn’t bring you joy.
“Go to class Luke!” you yelled back at him.
“You got it!” he saluted you and walked the other way.
You playfully rolled your eyes. That boy would be the death of you, but you supposed there were worse ways to go.
That Friday you didn’t have any school since the school board figured it was pointless to send a bunch of kids to school the day before they went on a ski trip. There wasn’t going to be any actual learning anyway. You usually would’ve spent some of the day at Julie’s; which you did, but today it wasn’t in the studio for practice. You figured since she had helped you pack, you could at least keep her company as she packed.
“So who are you sharing a room with?” you asked her, as she sorted through her jeans.
“Me and Flynn just figured we’d share one,” Julie said offhandedly.
You chose to not comment on how she was obviously forcing herself to be casual.
“Ah I see, do you know if Alex and Reg are coming?”
“Yeah, and get this Alex and Willie are sharing a room,” she gossiped.
“I’m calling it right now, they're gonna start dating by the end of the weekend,” you hypothesized.
“I 100% agree.”
The two of you spent the next hour or so just discussing what sort of things you wanted to do while you were there over the weekend, and of course how much Flynn was running around her house frantically changing outfits. You actually were excited about going, not necessarily about the actual trip, and about dealing with certain classmates, but you were looking forward to being with Luke and hanging out with your friends.
For some reason when you woke up the next morning you were a little nervous, you supposed it was because you had never been skiing or snowboarding for that matter.
You got ready pretty minimally considering you were soon to be on a five hour bus ride. None of your family was up yet so when Luke pulled into your driveway you slipped out the door.
“You got everything?” Luke asked.
“Everything except my chill,” you responded with a smile.
“You’re gonna be alright, and you don’t have to do anything there you don’t wanna do, so if you don’t wanna risk a broken leg, then don’t.”
Despite your anxieties, you knew he was still right.
“Thanks Luke.”
“Anything for you.”
When the two of you got to the bus everyone else in your group had already gotten there. You, the rest of the band, Flynn, and Willie had made a plan for the bus.
“We have arrived,” you announced to your friends as you and Luke took your spots.
“And just in time too, people kept trying to take your seats,” Willie reported.
“Thanks for saving them,” Luke responded.
The two of you continued chatting with the rest of your friends until the bus driver instructed everyone to take their seats. The majority of everyone slept on the way up there but you were too anxious to get there to sleep. Instead you watched youtube as Luke napped on your shoulder.
“Luke, Luuuuuuuuuuuke, Luooooooooooooooke,” you spoke. You were trying to wake him up quietly but you were starting to realize that wasn’t going to work.
Luckily Reggie was awake. “Oh he’s a heavy sleeper, that’s not gonna work.”
Reggie basically got himself so he was dangling off both sides of his chair before yelling in his ear.
Luke awakened with a jolt, looking fairly startled.
You weren’t entirely sure whether you should laugh, throw Reggie under the bus, or maybe both.
“What happened?” Luke asked.
“I woke you up,” Reggie answered innocently.
“By yelling in my ear?” Luke groggily questioned.
Reggie quickly tried to backpedal himself out of this situation. “I mean I don’t think the method is relevant, the important thing is that you’re up.”
Luke wasn’t awake enough to deal with the situation at hand. He just chose to lay his head back on your shoulder.
By the time you had made it to the hotel you were ready to collapse. Luke laughed when you flung yourself onto one the beds.
“Should I be worried?” he asked, mostly as a joke.
“No,” you smiled and rubbed your face, “I’m just really tired.”
“You couldn’t sleep on the bus?” he guessed.
“Yeah,” you groaned.
“You know what would help?” he asked.
“Do tell,” you inquired, from your face down position.
“This,” he said, before he jumped on the bed beside you. He curled his warm body around you and pulled you in.
“Better?” he asked.
“Yes,” you responded. You attempted to melt further into him. You laid there in a comfortable silence for a couple of minutes.
“Luke we should probably go do things,” you suggested. You attempted to get up but he pulled you back down.
You stayed with him but you turned around so you were facing him. “Luke?”
“Yes, y/n?”
You bit your lip, you had to admit, it was pretty cute. “Are you going to let me get up?” you asked.
He looked into your eyes lovingly. “Well if you’re trying to leave then no.”
“So that would be a no.”
“Well if you look at it that way then yeah,” he admitted with a mischievous smile on his face.
“Luke come o-” the rest of your sentence didn’t quite make it out. Your smart boyfriend decided to use your weak spot on your back against you.
“You wanna go now?” he teased.
“Not necessarily,” you lazily responded.
You could feel your willpower fading as the light stokes up and down your back sent a calm wave of chills through your body. But you knew if you didn’t use your chance now there was a good chance you weren’t getting out of that bed today.
“Luke come on we gotta go,” you whined. It’s not like you weren’t enjoying yourself, you most definitely were, but your friends had to be wondering where the two of you were.
“Alright, alright, fine,” he gave in.
“Can I have a kiss though?” he sweetly pleaded.
You gladly agreed, but you realized his plan of not leaving the room hadn’t quite ended when the kiss started leading down to your jaw.
“Luke you’re not sly,” you laughed.
“Oh is that so?” he asked, as he moved down to your jawline.
You nodded your head.
“Then why aren’t you moving?” he purred.
Okay, so he maybe had a point.
“You can tell me to stop,” he reminded you. He looked into your eyes for any sign of you wanting him to stop and waited.
“Unless of course, you don’t want me to stop?” he asked, with the biggest smirk you had ever seen on his face.
“Not necessarily,” you said, completely avoiding his eye contact.
He crawled over top of you, “What was that princess?” he asked.
You forced yourself to look into those beautiful blue eyes, and that devilish smile. “No, I don’t want you to stop Luke.”
“That’s what I needed to hear.” He bent his head down at your jawline, this time starting on the side of your jaw bone. He sucked at the skin and you bit your cheek down on a moan. He moved down from your neck pressing harder and making it harder for you to control yourself.
“Luke,” you moaned.
“Yes?”
“No marks.”
He smirked. “It’s a little late for that one.”
You rolled your eyes at his antics. “You suck.”
“I don’t think you're exactly in the position to be saying those sort of things,” he warned.
You raised your eyebrows. As if he thought you would back down that easily. “Really?”
He licked his lips and shrugged.
“Make me,” you insisted.
“Bad choice of words,” he threatened. In a second his shirt was off and one of his arms held your’s down and above you.
This time he noticed when you swallowed. “Nervous?” he asked, his lips quirked up.
He might’ve been starting to get to you, but you weren’t going to admit to it. “You wish Patterson,” you tested.
His head dipped down towards your collarbone. He lightly sucked on it and gradually increased his intensity until your body unwillingly gave you away and you gutturally moaned.
He jutted his chin out, the fire in his eyes on stage was nothing in comparison to this. “What about now?”
“Yes, Luke,” you groaned out.
He somehow managed to pull your shirt off with you laying down, and managed to unhook your bra with minimal difficulties.
His mouth softly sucked on the very top of your nipple.
“Fuck,” you moaned.
As he continued sucking at a rapid rate you felt the knot in your stomach twisting further, just as you thought it was going to release Luke stopped.
“How much do you want it?” he asked as he slowly pulled your pants down.
You were not going to give him the satisfaction of begging.
You felt a finger glide across your clit ever so slightly and back and forth he kept going, ever so slowly.
A whimper escaped your lips.
“Beg for me, that’s all you have to do,” he promised. He was most definitely enjoying himself.
He moved back up to your nipples but instead he moved as slow as he could, he was trying to break you.
“Come on princess, you know you want it,” he taunted.
A sole finger swiped down your pussy and your breath hitched.
“Luke please,” you moaned.
“What please? I think it has the word rail in it,” he hinted. He once again crawled over top of you to be able to see your face. Like a predator stalking prey.
“Please rail the shit out of me Luke,” you whined.
