— in denial about having feelings for them ˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚ ❀
the denial do be strong tho LOL, feel free to use!
➛ out of the blue, they start to look so attractive to you
➛ unconciously staring at them
➛ using exam season as an excuse to not process your feelings about them
➛ "are you sure they're just a friend?"
➛ jealousy creeping up whenever they smile at someone that's not you
➛ noticing the butterflies in your stomach whenever you're near them
➛ "both of you would look good together" "what-"
➛ suddenly all the love songs you're listening to are about them
➛ having an intimate dream about them that has you all flustered when you wake up
➛ "why does everyone think that i like them?"
➛ drunkenly telling your friends that you like them (this happened to me lol)
➛ "do you want me to remind you what you said about them when you were drunk" "no, absolutely not"
➛ unknowningly giving them the softest gaze when they talk to you
➛ random urge to kiss them
➛ "you know denial is the first step to everything" "what are you implying-"
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cherry waves. | charlie walker 🍒
cw: male!reader, angst(?), blowjob, handjob, premature ejaculation(?), virgin!charlie, bottom!charlie. omg artie writing a story with actual plot??? 😱😱 also very ooc charlie. :3 i meant to write something VERY different when i started this, but it snowballed. HEAVILY.
charlie was off limits, you knew that. he liked kirby, you also knew that she happened to like him back. but ever since meeting the boy, you haven't gotten him out of your head. you tried to push those feelings out of your brain, though they only dug themselves deeper over time.
"ever notice how many blond girls are in this town?" you ask as you sit yourself down next to charlie on his couch, beginning the movie that both of you had decided on earlier. for a moment, charlie seemed to be in a bit of a trance, staring at the wall silently before you snapped your fingers in front of his face. "hellooo?"
charlie flinched slightly, blinking his eyes and then looking at you. "oh, uh.. i guess there are." he mumbled back, his eyes now on the television. he had been weird around you lately. ever since he caught you talking to kirby alone, he was only jealous, he knew that nothing was going on between you two. but even if there were something, there was nothing he could do about it.
you and charlie sat in silence as the movie went on, something that wasn't too common between the two of you. you weren't even sure if he was watching, he seemed to be thinking about something way more than usual. but, you decided to break the silence. "..you know i don't like kirby, right?" you say, your voice cracking every so slightly do to not speaking.
charlie looked at you, though he didn't look relieved or anything, simply.. neutral. "okay, thanks." he mumbled back, once again looking at the tv.
you started to become fed up with him. he had been like this for weeks. "charlie." you say sternly, pausing the movie. at least that got his attention.
"hey!" he whined as you turned off the movie. you rolled your eyes, holding the remote so he couldn't grab it from you.
you sigh. "why have you been acting so weird lately? everytime you're around me you get quiet, did i do something?" you questioned, becoming more visibly upset with him.
charlie, on the other hand, was a bit taken aback. "have i?" he tilted his head, seemingly unaware of how he's been acting.
you scoffed. "yes! you've been quiet, you haven't been talking to me! if it has to do with kirb-" "it doesn't!!" he cut you off.
"it's not-.. it has nothing to do with kirby." he began. "...i-.. nothing, never mind." he shook his head nervously.
"what is it?" you question.
"nothing, it's nothing." he stated.
you bit the inside of your cheek, not allowing yourself to scream out everything you wanted to say. like how you didn't like kirby, which he knew, but you would add on how you like charlie. and how you have for what's felt like forever.
you sigh, standing up off of the couch to leave, the remote falling from your hand and onto the cushion with the quietest 'thud'. "w- wait!!" charlie accidentally shouted louder than he meant.
you held back a groan, giving him just one last chance to say what he would like. "i- it doesn't have to do with kirby.. 'cause i didn't-, i don't like her." he admits.
you raise a brow. "oh? and who is it that you do like?" you questioned further. "is it robbie?" you joked with sarcasm.
charlie shook his head, "no, no.. it's umm, somebody else." you rolled your eyes at the statement.
"who? me??" you guessed again, though you assumed you'd be wrong. turns out you were wrong to think you were wrong, as charlie stared at you for a moment, then down at his lap. "oh.. shit." you laugh, kneeling down in front of charlie. "really?" you ask, a hand placed on his knee as you looked up at him, forcibly making eye contact.
charlie frowned and nodded. but you smiled. why were you smiling?? you always confused him. "for how long?" you ask, your hand trailing up to the zipper of his jeans.
"ever since... i went over to your place and um, you had just gotten out of the shower.. your hair was wet and you were on in a towel." he slowly explained, face flushed red at the memory. and at this point, you were pushing his pants down.
"is this okay?" you asked. he nodded."
"yeah. i've just never.. um, you know.." he trailed off. you smiled and nodded, pushing his pants down to his ankles, along with his boxers. he wasn't hard yet, but that changed the moment you started jerking him off.
"do you think about that often? the time you saw me straight outta the shower?" you teased, feeling him harden in your hands. you ran your thumb over the tip, causing charlie to shudder.
he gulped and nodded. "mhm, yeah, i do." he groaned quietly. his dick was so sensitive. you giggled at how quick he was to fall apart, he was already melting into the couch and you hadn't even started to suck him off yet.
"hm, it's nice to know you like me back." you murmured before spitting on his cock to use it as lube, ripping a loud whimper from charlie.
the moment you took him into your mouth, his whole worldview shifted. he let out a little gasp, groaning lowly at how it felt to be deep throated. he listened to every sound you made. the way you choked when you first took him in your mouth, the sound of your spit mixed with his precum when you sucked. this was heaven to him.
charlie had never felt anything like this. the closest he had ever gotten to this was probably when he first started using lotion when touching himself, but this was even better. your mouth was warm, not to mention the visuals. you looked at him with your eyes wide, he could tell you were watching just to see his reactions. but fuck, was it sexy.
he couldn't help it. he was about to cum. his cock twitched in your mouth, signaling his release. you continued with how you were going, you knew he would cum quick, since everyone knew he was a virgin.
charlie's cum flooded your mouth, going down your throat. he came a lot more than you expected. you pulled your mouth off of his dick, making a little 'pop!' sound. "..how about i stay the night?" you asked charlie. he simply nodded, still panting and trying to catch his breath. he decided then and there that you had given him the best orgasm of his life.
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Can He Save Them
@gay-dorito-dust for supporting the idea :) I was the anon, I don’t know why it went anon that was not on purpose @sweetheartlizzie07 because they said they wanted to read it, and btw it was inspired by Andrew Garfield y’know
warnings because it is a handful; Crying, Kidnapping, Screaming, Panic Attacks, Death, Acid, Denial, and tell me if you find more please
also, if you find a section that says she/her pronouns, tell me. That’s how I’m used to writing but I’m trying to switch to they/them. But I do still use girlfriend in this fic, I don’t like using partner because it seems kind of weird to me, any suggestions and I’ll change it
Also, it’s an angst fic
”My girlfriend has been kidnapped,” Billy said to Rosa, “Why would I not freak out?! How could someone know I’m Shazam! What did I do wrong?!”
“Billy, calm down,” Rosa hugged him, he was crying, then then the news channel sent out an emergency video to be watched.
Everyone turned to see it.
“Hey, Shazam,” a man in a black mask said, staring at the screen in front of him.
“I hope you’re seeing this, because, I’m not doing it again. But your poor dearest Y/n is with me and, I’m assuming you want them back, yes?” He chuckled, “Either, you give me your powers, or they die, or both! It is your choice, I know you love them, and how easily I could snap their little neck would hurt, would it not?” Then it switched back to the news.
Billy was having a panic attack on the floor, Rosa was in front of him, he was sobbing, he could not breathe, his whole body trembling.
“Billy, Breathe.” Rosa said, “I know people hate getting told that, but please try.”
He did, he really did.
“You go save your girlfriend, okay? But the others are not home, so it’s just you.”
“I..” He leaned into his mothers embrace, unable to bare his hurt.
•••
Shazam saw Y/n, tied up, upside down, about to fall into a pool of acid.
“Hey, where’s the staff?” The guy asked, his voice way squeaker than before.
“You sound so menacing,” Shazam chuckled.
“That’s what they said to!” He whined, “Now, where is the staff?”
“You don’t have it?” Shazam stared at him.
“No, I don’t, which means,” he pulled a lever and Y/n fell in, Shazam screamed.
“And to know it’s all your fault,” he grinned, disappearing with a snap.
Shazam stared into the bucket of acid, they were in there, he flew up, pulled the rope that held them, tying it up so they hung up, he untied them, holding their body.
He then flew away from the acid, down to a pond at a park and placed them in, acid going everywhere, they was dead, he was sobbing.
“No, that’s not fair!” He cried, “Y/n! Y/n!”
The commotion was heard and people went over, Victor stared at Y/n and Shazam.
Freddy went over, staring.
•••
Billy had shut everyone out of his life, he would no longer go on missions, anything, he just hated the thought.
He killed his girlfriend, his love, the person he could always rely on. The person he adored, he trusted.
Their funeral was today, he was crying and sobbing, but their body was not found in the casket, their mother screamed.
Billy had gone silent, his crying stopped, he said nothing, the ring he had in his pocket. The one he was going to propose to them with today if they still had been able to go on that date.
It was a mystery, no one understood. Billy had never been more freaked out, where were they?
•••
Billy was crying in his room, when the door rang to the house. He just so happened to be the only one home. He went downstairs and answered it.
“Hello, honey.” Y/n’s mother smiled, “I’ve got something to tell you…”
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