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YOU HAVE (1) NEW REQUEST FROM @ITADORI YUUJI . . .

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NEW MESSAGE @WARNINGS : f! reader, college!au, frat party / exhibitonism, aged up!characters, jock / quarterback!itadori, he is the sweetest best boy, alcohol mention, gojo cameo, cream pies, pussy drunk yuuji, unprotected sex, pussy eating, minor marking.

(1) ATTACHMENT @WC : est. 5.5k

NEW MESSAGE FROM EMMIE @GAROUJO : hello ! ! it’s been a week or two since the last update for this series but i was feeling v unmotivated — but ‘ts back n i hope u enjoy this <3

“pssst—so you’re coming, right?”

the sudden interruption to your note taking makes you jump slightly, raising your head to lock eyes with itadori who is so obviously turned round in his seat to lean across your desk, and you can tell by the stupidly cute pout on his lips that he thinks he’s being quiet.

“coming where?” you hum, you know he’s talking about the frat party on friday — it’s all anybody had been talking about all week. your college football team have a game on friday that you know they’ll win and then the whole school will celebrate at the frat, it was tradition at this point.

but you still feign ignorance because you haven’t had enough time to come up with an excuse to not go yet.

“to the party! you’ll come right, please? it’s not fun if you’re not there, you said you’d cheer for me at the game too.” yuuji replies, enthusiastically and the whispers that he seems to think are leaving his lips are only growing louder with each word.

“i don’t know.. i might be busy.” you grumble, trying so hard to avoid his bright gaze while you scribble down whatever comes to mind — a whole load of stuff that doesn’t make sense while you think of a real excuse because you know that won’t cut it.

“hey, come onnn. you’re lying.” yuuji whines, playfully shuffling at your paper so you’ll look up at him and you regret it immediately when you notice the way his lips are jutted out, in addition to the wide eyes he’s sending you so shamelessly — is he really using puppy dog eyes to get you to go to a frat party?

“please! you can come with me and fushiguro, we can go together—“

“itadori! are you even listening?” your teacher finally hisses, narrowing their eyes at the back of the class which unfortunately includes you also.

“sorry, sensei~” yuuji calls back, but he turns round to pout at you again before he faces forward. “you gotta come okay.”

but unfortunately, like most of the school, you had a soft spot for the quarterback— he was different from the usual douchebags you would expect, the ones in the movies who break hearts and have you swearing to never love again.

itadori yuuji wasn’t like that. he was athletic, your typical jock with rippling muscles and a varsity jacket, bubbly, goofy and in shape. he didn’t do great in studies but he tried and with what he lacked in general knowledge he made up for with spirit.

he knew every one of his classmates by name and stood up for them against bullies (even the ones on his team), he was charming in a sense — like when he’d get flustered after confidently answering a question wrong or when he’d make playful jokes with your teacher back and forth, there was a natural charm to him that made you want to know him.

and you did, you don’t know how it happened — his seat was right infront of yours in class, he’d made a habit of collecting papers for two whenever it came to handouts and if he was ever having trouble with a question, he’d much sooner turn round to ask you than stay behind. you wouldn’t call you guys best friends by any means but what you had felt nice, you walked with him to practice on wednesdays because you went that way home and he invited you to games — always shooting you a bright sort of grin through his helmet whenever he noticed you in the stands.

which makes it even harder to avoid him even after class, because it is unfortunately a wednesday and you’re standing at your desk, packing your things away while said quarterback rambles to you about all the reasons you should come to the party on saturday. his pleas don’t even falter when he’s expectantly grabbing your bag from you and slinging it over the shoulder opposite his own as you both leave, making your way down the hallway that’s now mostly clear from students despite a few stragglers.

“i was being serious, you can come with me and fushiguro! he hates parties but even he’s coming.” yuuji smiles in earnest, you’re honestly surprised that he’s even convinced fushiguro to go — him hating parties was definitely true but you’re pretty sure hes had to deal with the exact same loveable jock that you are right now, so you also can’t really blame him for giving in — most likely just so he’d stop going on about it.

“i don’t want people to think i’m following you both around.” you argue, but there’s no real annoyance to your tone when you nudge into his side — trying and failing to playfully knock his well trained body even a little off balance.

“they won’t think that cause we’re friends, right? it’ll be fun. even gojo and geto will be there and you know them too. i want you to come.” the blushy haired jock next to you grumbles and there’s a real honesty in his tone despite it being spoken through a smile.

although you find yourself mentally cursing the warmth that blooms along your skin when you finally turn to look at him, painted in a warm hue by the swirls of amber in the sky and you feel yourself soften when you realise that yuuji’s eyes were already on you.

but any tension pooling in your mind is quickly broken with a hopeful grin followed by a see you tomorrow and a pat on your shoulder, watching yuuji hand you your bag before he runs to practice and you can’t help the exasperated sigh that falls from your lips when the silence finally settles after he’s gone.

you’re aware your soft spot for the quarterback was probably just as much of a curse as it was a blessing, because now, that same bright grin is staring back at you while you stand in the kitchen during the very frat party that you were trying to avoid — just because itadori had insisted through the remaining days before that he wouldn’t have any fun if you didn’t come.

the atmosphere at the party is as you expected, there’s students littered around the fraternity — an ocean of red cups and gossip, places like this were breeding grounds for rumours and drama.

but you’re with itadori and megumi so you don’t really care, leaning against the kitchen counter and too preoccupied with yuuji’s enthuastic rant about the game while the bass thumps through the walls. but his eyes are on you and his gaze is just as warm as the humid air around you.

although just before he can ask you if you were cheering for him like he was hoping you were, he’s interrupted by a familiar drawl.

“oh? you really came.” you hear a smooth tone echo from behind you, the ragged sound pulling you from your hazed mind before it’s followed by an arm being hooked over your shoulder and you’re being pulled against a hard chest.

“so itadori really convinced you, huh.” satoru hums from where he’s got both you and megumi in some form of makeshift hug, although it feels more like a chokehold given his stature and the way you’re both swaying to look up at him.

“quit it, satoru.” geto sounds from behind him, sighing before hes shifting to stand next to him to send you all a kind-hearted sort of grin - one thats vaguely different from the menacing one on his white-haired counterparts lips, who chooses to ignore his interruption.

“you guys are just in time, we need you for the game. you’re in, right?” satoru goads, but you notice that the smirk on his lips is a lot more devilish than the ones you’ve seen before. even when you make a curious sound, you can see the way his crystalline eyes reflect amusement when he looks at you. he was always one for joking around, more times than not he had you laughing — mostly at him, but his words felt different this time.

you’re not surprised when you watch itadori send him a starry-eyed glance, but there’s a certain thickness in the air that you’re pretty sure goes completely over the loveable jock’s head when the next thing you know, the three of you find yourself squished together on an old worn couch in the living room.

satoru’s situated himself in the middle of the room, like a sort of game-master you guess you’d call him — expected considering he was one of the oldest in the frat, listening to him list out the rules to a game that you’re more than familiar with, and now you understand the sort of amusement that was present in his smirk earlier.

you should’ve known you’d made a mistake as soon as your eyes met his and the soft light was glinting off the playfulness in his gaze, ending up with you being roped into going first — which surprisingly seemed to pull an almost uncomfortable shuffle from itadori at your side as his thigh bumps yours.

“hey, you okay?” yuuji smiles, his voice low and barely audible but he knows that you hear him — his attention taken with you so casually when your face twists to meet him at the sound, but his question is appreciated and heartfelt.

you nod when you look at him and he blinks quickly at the sudden close proximity before you’re turning to face the room again with a sigh.

but itadori’s gaze is still on you while satoru’s giving you a hooded look thats entirely too perceptive for your liking, a smirk curling at his lips as his brows arch from over his glasses and he’s spinning the empty beer bottle that’s lying in the middle of the floor with a quick twist of his wrist.

you were fine atleast, until that same bottle lands on a man who has bile turning in your stomach when he shoots you a smirk that’s thick with desire, dark and expectant. you didn’t know him, but you knew of him and he was the kind of person who you’d rather smack than be locked in a closet with, especially alone.

he was a playboy and a loser, you’d only ever seen him trailing behind satoru and itadori — kissing their ass and sucking up to the rest of the team, or drooling all over women who definitely did not want him. he was a sleaze and a douchebag, and before he even has the chance to move you’re already curling back against the couch.

“not happening.” you hiss, fingers squeezing against your thighs when you narrow your eyes at satoru, and you watch him raise a brow at you before he’s rising to his feet.

“you agreed to the game, princess.” the white-haired male shrugs, although you can even see the sorry distaste on his features when he notices the hungry grin on the other bastards. but just as your mouth opens to protest a second time, you feel a strong arm wrap around your middle before you’re pulled to your feet.

“i’ll do it, gojo-senpai.” yuuji grunts from beside you, curling his arm around you to press you protectively against his chest and there’s a burning hot rush of blood under your skin where his thick fingers grip at the dip of your waist. “there isn’t a rule against it, right?”

the frown on his face seems almost unnatural when you tilt your head back further to look at him, unfamiliar given the smile you were normally used to, but when you feel his hands squeeze at your restless figure you still can’t help but feel safe. you watch the gears turning in satoru’s mind at yuuji’s outburst though, shooting a glance at suguru from over his shoulder before his dark haired friend shrugs and he’s sighing with a click of his tongue, failing to hide the soft smirk of amusement that’s twitching at the corners of his lips.

“i’ll allow it, yuuji-kun. just you kids behave, yeah?” he drawls and you hadn’t realised your heart was racing until those words leave gojo’s lips and you’re squeezing yourself closer into your.. saviour of sorts, before you’re both ushered down the hall and thrown into a darkened-closet by the same white-haired upperclassman.

but you don’t fail to notice that itadori’s arm never left your figure, even as you strolled down the halls or when you both crowded into the equally small closet — it feeling even smaller giving his broad physique, even now his fingers on your waist were still present and grounding— a feeling you could quickly find yourself yearning for.

“i’m sorry you got roped into this.” you speak first into the shadowy darkness of the small space, the soft light glinting prettily off of yuuji’s eyes when he meets your gaze, and you know you probably look as awkward as you feel when your fingers trace along the lettering on his varsity jacket. but he still grins before he squeezes your waist — like a sort of reassuring touch, like he knows you need it.

“hey! i volunteered you know, and well i was kinda hoping it would be me anyway.. but that guy really sucks.” yuuji’s grinning, a little flushed in the face but you put it down to the stuffiness of the closet rather than anything else when you blink up at him. but you watch him scratch at the back of his neck with another grin when his words finally sink in and you're casting him a wide-eyed glance.

“what did you say?” you reply quickly, something unfamiliar curling down your spine as your hands twist nervously in the fabric of his shirt — fingertips grazing the sharply carved planes of muscle underneath and part of you wants to explore more at the first, almost intimate touch.

“huh? that guy sucks. he’s really mean to girls and it’s always made me mad, even gojo-senpai doesn’t like hi—“ yuuji taps at his chin, his eyes never leaving yours before you cut him off again.

“no before that.” you gape, feeling your fingertips against his chest again when he hums and thinks back to a few moments ago before he’s smiling again.

“oh! i was kinda hoping it would be me anyway.” he grins in earnest, his tone never once faltering and there’s a sincerity to the way he pats down the curve of your spine. “why?” you swallow, and the atmosphere in the closet suddenly feels stuffy with the question.

“because i like you.” itadori answers, voice unwavering, again, and you don’t know if the tingling in your skin is embarrassment or desire when you flutter your eyes back up to meet his and notice the sudden heaviness that stares back.

he doesn’t look nervous at first glance but his hand almost trembles along your back when you press closer against his front, feeling the way his heart is pounding against your palm as his broad chest expands with every exhale he takes, and if you looked closely you’d be able to make out the slight dusting of pink on his ears underneath the soft curl of his hair.

“yuuji, um—“ you start, laughing quietly in disbelief and you watch itadori’s eyes glance down at your lips before he’s swallowing dryly and hugging you closer, “i mean like really like, that’s why i like seeing you cheer for me at games and that’s why i asked you to wear my jacket, even though you said no..”

the last few words of his sentence are said through a pout but when you find yourself patting at his chest at his confession, you watch an earnest, bright grin curl at his lips before he’s sending you a vulnerable sort of look that’s is so handsomely unfair.

“i—just didn’t think of it like that.” you breath, a whispery sort of tone to your voice and you watch itadori’s eyes jump over your features before you hear him gulp and take a nervous breath. but a hardened look of determination comes over him as his cheeks flush deeper, and his fingers twitch against your skin when your hand comes up to rest against his cheek — encouraging him to lean closer.

“would you take it now?” he asks, words almost an exhale across your lips and you don’t realise just how close you’ve become, until you feel itadori’s heart kicking against his impressive chest under your palm. “yes.” you answer quickly, and the closet suddenly feels stuffier when his wide eyes jump from yours to your lips before he’s grazing them with his own.

he’s a little distracted once he sees just how pretty you are up close, so you decide to take matters into your own hands when you twist your hands into the fabric of his shirt — pulling him in for a kiss that feels natural despite how he stiffens at first.

but when itadori feels the way your lips press against his, it’s like something dangerous snaps in his self control and suddenly your body is thumping against the wood of the wall, his hands gripping tightly at your hips as he licks messily into your mouth, drinking you up and groaning at the first, wet glide of your tongue along his.

you curl your arms around his neck as you croak his name, noticing the way his eyes are screwed shut as he pins you to the hard wood behind you, feeling you wiggle against him and he groans before his warmth leaves you.

itadori is breathing hard when he pulls away suddenly, pupils blown wide as they scan over your features with parted lips and desperate pants. “fuck, i’m sorry, is—is this okay?” he gasps and you’ve never answered faster than when you rasp out a yes, kissing him fiercely as he grinds against you — large palms roaming along the new dips of your figure he’s yet to explore until you’re mewling against his panting mouth and hitching your leg around his waist.

“can i touch you? p-please..” it’s messy, rushed the question as you feel him smear spit along your chin as his mouth moves, but he doesn’t pull away — if he had a choice, he never would given how breathless and eager he feels.

“please, yuuji! i want you.” itadori feels blood rush to his thick cock at the breathless plea, his dark jeans suddenly feeling tighter as his arms leave you — in favour of almost tearing off his varsity jacket to throw it on the floor, and you feel your world shift suddenly when your back is pressing against the thick fabric after as you both hit the ground.

“needed you s-so bad, for you so long.” he purrs, voice cracking under the heavy weight of his desire and arousal as his big body pushes its way between your thighs, and you feel dizzy when you melt under the weight of him, letting him rut desperately into you like an animal.

he’s absolutely enamoured by you, panting as he smears kisses along your jawline — sucking at your neck as his hips rub and grind into yours, groaning when he feels you grab at his broad shoulders with each press of his lips.

you feel one of itadori’s rough, strong palms stroke down your thighs — pushing your skirt around your waist as he continues to press kisses along your skin, igniting your nerves along the way as you twist, looking down to meet his wild eyes as he crawls down your body — pushing your shirt up to suckle pink, blooming marks against the skin.

“you’re s-so pretty, ‘s this okay? want you, fuck.” there’s a carnal drop in his tone, a low lull and you feel the sound vibrate against your skin before he’s pulling away with a wet pop — trembling hands moving to quickly pull down your panties only when he hears you gasp out another yes, followed by a tentative swipe of his fingers along your already embarrassingly slick pussy.

itadori smears kisses down your hips, spit coating your thighs before he’s lifting your weak legs over his shoulders — panting like a dog when he gets his first glimpse of your pretty pussy and he lets out a wrecked groan, low and long before he’s immediately shoving his face between your thighs, taking a long taste of your cunt.

your back arches at the sudden stimulation when you feel his tongue flatten against your clit, but it only takes a few seconds before his muscled forearms are keeping you pinned beneath his huge body, your hips twitching as you cry out for him — grabbing at the blush strands of his hair before your thighs and lungs tremble on your next inhale.

everything about how he eats you out is messy and itadori feels lost in his own pleasure as he loses himself in your addictive cunt, the taste feels like fucking heaven on his tongue and he moans; ragged and hungry when his hips instinctively rut into the carpet below him, the sudden stimulation on his heavy, leaking cock causing a pleasured vibration to rumble through your clit.

every swipe of his tongue feels like it sends bliss racing through you, arousal pooling dangerously in your stomach as your eyes prick with pleasured tears — his pace never eases and you feel like you can barely breathe as he showers you in strong licks, panting warm along your glistening folds when he pulls away to admire the way your slick shines when it’s mixed with his spit.

it’s embarrassing how quickly you feel your orgasm, the sight of itadori’s huge frame humping the floor between your thighs as he loses himself in your taste only making it approach faster. you feel his nose knock against your clit as he smacks lewdly, feeling your warm walls flex around his thick tongue when he dips it past your fluttering hole. he’s panting and fucked out, and you’re pretty sure the lower half of his face and cheeks are soaked as you feel your arousal pool onto his jacket below you.

he feels so fucking good, and you feel lost in a dizzy dream when you meet his heavy gaze once more, watching the muscles of his back move through the tight fabric of his white shirt — you would never have thought that your college’s loveable quarterback ate pussy like it was his first meal in days, but you think the realisation might just make you like him even more when you feel his lips close around your clit to suckle lightly.

you feel something dangerous spark along your nerves when his huge palms rock you against his mouth, reducing you to pretty pants and babbles of his name before he’s pulling away with a long whine that makes it sound like it physically hurt him to pull away from you.

“p-please—don’t cum yet, can you make you feel even better—fuck, i gotta feel your pussy ‘round me, baby.” itadori moans, voice tight with need as he rips his belts and pants open — messily tossing them down his thighs until he’s groaning at the sudden freedom from the loss of the restrictive fabric.

even in the darkness of the old closet you can see the thick curve of him in his boxers, he’s huge and you can almost see the way it twitches with carnal need — not that your surprised with how impressive he is. but it only makes your mouth water when you watch him pull down the final layers of fabric between you, the throbbing, silky curve of his cock grazing along your thighs as he looms over you with a growl, letting his cock drag through the messy, glistening folds of your cunt.

“do you think you can take it, baby? i know you’re gonna take it s-so well. oh so fuckin’ good.” itadori chokes, wide eyes meeting yours and your lips part to sound out a sweet uh-huh when his swollen head catches under the hood of your clit, your legs squeezing around him impatiently before he’s breathing hard through clenched teeth and reaching down to grip around the base.

your mouth drops open to moan when you feel him rub against your clit, hips twitching up wildly and needy as you chase the stimulation and he feels so fucking dizzy at the way you moan for him — shameless and uncut and he’s all but forgotten you’re both about to fuck on his varsity jacket, that’s spread out on the floor of some gross frat closet.

the next swipe of his cock through your folds presses it against your twitching hole and itadori tries so hard to keep his eyes on you through the pleasure when he finally sinks in. but you’re so fucking warm and tight, and the way your fisting at his shirt makes an almost animalistic growl vibrate through his chest as you twitch at the thick spread and he’s pulling you in for a sweet kiss — a contrast to the way he’s bullying his cock into your tight cunt.

“too big, yuuji—ah!” you moan brokenly against his lips and itadori can’t help the pride that swells in his chest as his eyes flutter, his grip dragging you across the floor as he pushes himself deeper into the desperate hug of your walls, shushing you as his teeth drag along your bottom lip.

“but you take me so well, baby—fuck, feel so good. you’re doing s-soo good.” he growls and groans like a man possessed with a slow, wet withdrawal of his cock, rolling it back into you a little each time as your pussy squelches lewdly and his hips press tight against your hips with another mewl.

you can barely breathe with how deep it feels like itadori reaches, the pleasurable sting making the room below you spin before you’re caught off guard with the first harsh smack of his hips between your thighs — the sudden quick pace fitting for someone with such an athletic prowess as you dig your nails into his broad back just to keep yourself grounded.

every wet withdrawal of his hips is so fucking loud and each deep thrust of his cock feels like it reaches even deeper as you a moan of his name kicks from your throat, your desperate attempts at keeping quiet being fucked out of your mind with the way your body is crumbling under each of his thrusts, your orgasm already so close as you hear him babble, wet against your cheek.

“never wanna stop..hnnn, you feel so good. need—shit, need more, wanna feel you, baby.” itadori growls against your skin, and you can hear all his need and want for you in the way he moans your name with each exhale — grabbing at your body like he’s afraid you’ll disappear as he splits you open beneath him.

his eyes are hooded when he looks at you, pink hair smeared along the thin sheen of sweat on his forehead as he presses deep into your body — blunt head of his thick cock pressing against the swollen spots inside of you and all you can do is take it. your voice bounces of the walls of the small, darkened closet as you pant and lilt your head back — clawing red marks down the ivory skin on itadori’s back.

it’s almost inhumane the way his quick, intense pace grows heavier — your body jolting beneath him as he digs his cock up inside of your pussy, the bruising grip he has on your hips being the only thing keeping you underneath him or else you would’ve bounced rignt off with each heavy, wet connection of his hips — driven by the brute strength in his muscled body.

your orgasm hits you suddenly, so hard and good that it almost hurts and your toes curl as your fingers move to grab at itadori’s hair, trembling and clawing at his biceps with the other as you cream around his cock. but he doesn’t stop, not when you’re panting and gasping with each shockwave of bliss below him — the vibration of his groans echoing somewhere deep in his chest as his cock thickens inside of your soaked cunt.

“please, baby—lemme give y-you my cum, will look so good. let me, baby.. fuck, gotta hear you say it.” he slurs and you hiccup before you’re moaning out another needy yes, tightening your thighs around his waist in the hopes it’ll keep him trapped inside.

but itadori’s pace stutters at the first too tight, milking compression of your walls, gritting his teeth with a surprised grunt when his jaw clenches and his eyes watch more cream pool around the base of his thick cock, your walls throbbing with every unforgiving push of his hips.

then he looks at you as he cums thick and heavy inside of you with a long, agonised groan, you’re underneath him and fuck—you’re so pretty. his classmate who sits behind him in class and who he walks to practice with on wednesdays — who cheers for him at games and looks so fucking ethereal when they’re cumming around his cock, he’d fucking dreamed of a moment like this.

it’s addictive, you’re addictive, itadori thinks when he pushes his thick load into your tight cunt, babbling out curses and praises as they curl down your skin while he pins you completely. his primitive instincts take over as he continues to fuck into your messy, sensitive pussy until you’re both spent and a mixture of your cum is smeared along your thighs, only following it with a few shallow thrusts to accommodate the thick rush of cum he unloads inside of your puffy walls.

“baby, you with me? does it hurt?” you finally hear him mumble against your cheek, pressing his lips to the skin after as he kisses you back to him, back to where he’s got you pinned to the closet floor while his fingers massage at the probably soon to be bruises on your hips.

you blink slow, hazy before you’re looking up at where itadori is still looming over you, he’s flushing deep as he catches his breath but he’s still quick to scoop you up into his chest — making sure he’s not hurt you as he looks at you with a pouty, sleepy expression.

“yuuji.” you whisper, throat dry and raspy but you watch him smile as he holds you delicately, a hard contrast to his rough grip a few moments ago as he gives you puppy dog eyes.

“you’re alive, baby! you scared me, did i hurt you? you’re okay?” he asks again and there’s a tenderness to his words when they’re not spoken through his usual bright grin. but you look at him again before you’re smiling and snuggling into his strong shoulder.

“i’m okay, it was so good.” you sigh, shaking slightly when itadori pulls you to stand with him — supporting the trembling of your thighs with a strong arm around your waist before he’s grimacing as he picks up his jacket, sending you another cute pout before you’re both laughing at the cum and other fluids that’s soaked into the fabric.

“awww, does that mean you won’t wear it, baby?” yuuji whines, and you smile again before you let him curl you against his chest — pulling you in for a kiss that’s slow, but still a little messy as he presses you close and you let yourself pull him even closer for a moment, not ready for it to be over yet as you wind your arms around his neck.

he squeezes you to pull away, only to help you clumsily smooth down your clothes, making you both look semi-presentable. “does this mean you’ll go on a date with me?” he grins and you scratch your fingers through his still slightly damp hair as his hands smooth along your sides and he tilts his head at you.

“first you gotta clean your jacket so i can finally wear it.” you reply quickly and the sound seems to make itadori’s smile stretch even wider, but just as he leans in again, your lips parting when his brush against them —the door of the closet is abruptly torn open.

“there you are, yuuji-kun! how was the confession?” satoru drawls but his hazy eyes reflect an unfiltered, knowing sort of amusement when they look over your disheveled appearances. but it’s just as charming as it always is when you watch itadori flock to the older student, big warm hands resting on your hips to keep you wrapped up in him.

you listen to them ramble, trying to ignore the teasing gaze of both gojo and geto as they drawl and hum their words — wigging their brows at you when itadori tells them ( while missing a few details ) about how he needs to wash his jacket before you wear it. but your attention is quickly stolen from a certain dark haired, disgusted looking fushiguro from where he appears next to itadori.

“you’re both gross.”

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Set Me Alight: Part 7 - Paint It, Black

📜Life is messy. And complicated. And writer blocky, with a dash of imposter syndrome... I just want to put that out there... Anyway...

Well, the poll won out. You all want to know what Jake said to Midge. This is solely a flashback chapter. I can't say I'm surprised at who you all disliked in the last chapter, though I hope this one will give you some insight into why Midge has held on to this for as long as she has.

Special thank you to @teacupsandtopgun for helping me to write a certain part of this! You can thank her for the puns! And @sarahsmi13s for taking a peak at it!

❗️+18, Minors DNI, Strong Language, Enemies to Lovers, Original Female Character (s), Short OFC, Bradley Bradshaw x Natasha Trace, flashbacks, Halloween college parties, school, angst, sexual themes (overhearing), drunkness/inxotication. I mentioned angst, right? 💀

#8k <- yes, i know

Part 6 | Masterlist | Part 8

*Halloween Four Years Ago*

Giving orders to a football team to put up Halloween directions was not an easy feat. They were kids in a joke shop, only too happy to take every opportunity to jump-scare each other with a spider, a white sheet or slide out from behind a door and shout boo!

Despite the antics, you were grateful for the help. Nat and you wouldn’t have finished in time. And even then, you suspected Nat probably would have given up halfway through, merely deciding to throw Yellow Caution Tape on the walls and call it a day.

You wouldn’t have stopped - even if it became a doomed effort.

Bradley’s friends weren’t what you expected them to be. True, their appearance fit the bill a thousand times over. Tall, broad shoulders and bulging muscles were all the product of hard work - including Bob, who was smaller than the rest, though not by much. Even their mannerisms, from how they acted childish and goofy to how they winked or playfully flirted, everything you saw played into the stereotypical type that was the classic college football jock.

Then you got to know them—really know them—and hated yourself for ever associating them as such.

You already knew Bradley and had met him on occasion. When he stayed over to be with Nat, he was often up before you, and you’d chat with him over a cup of coffee. He always brought her a cup to wake her up when he could, and it always made you smile.

His story was a sad one. His father passed away when he was only two years old, leaving his mom to raise him alone. While he couldn’t regale you with his memories of him, he instead offered you the stories attached to his father’s things: a button-up Hawaiian shirt in pale pastels, a pair of coffee-brown Ray Ban sunglasses, and even a worn Milk chocolate leather-strapped bag he used to lug his books around campus.

Then, his mom passed away in high school, and his father’s best friend took him up until the point decided to leave for school. Bradley chose his words carefully when he spoke of any of them, offering little, and you wondered if the loss was still too much for him to bear.

Or something else had happened, and he didn’t want anyone to know.

But as you helped him blow up a few balloons for the floor, a song from a later decade played through the speakers, and Bradley lit up, producing a smile wider than the nearby Jack-o-lantern. He launched into a story about how much his parents loved music and how his father would play the piano, which alone made him want to learn.

You asked him if and when he did if he’d play for you one day.

Javy Machado, however, couldn’t be more different from Bradley if he tried.

He was just as meticulous as you when it came to detail. The two of you were discussing the best way to tape Velcro to the kitchen cupboards to stick fluff to the sides and mimic cobwebs when you discovered this fact. He was … quietly smooth and persuasive, with a suave smile that indicated he could charm his way into or out of any situation he wanted without needing to flirt or play it thick.

“Angle it like this, Maeve,” he had explained, stretching the piece out. “Principle of maximum contact area equals maximum adhesive stretch.”

You had raised your eyebrows at that remark, which prompted him to chuckle softly.

"Science major," he shrugged with that smile, making your internal monologue stutter to a halt until you went, "Wait... What?!"

He only laughed at your reaction, amused in a way like he’d been expecting it. But it was that look of genuine interest in his eyes that made you ask him properly.

He didn't know what field of science to specialize in, but Javy made all of it sound amazing. From stars to not dirt—it's soil—to understanding how the world worked, he knew he wanted to spend his life trying to figure it all out. If he could throw a ball around and be part of a team with his friends, he considered himself fortunate to do both.

Even if his passion was so far removed from your own, you may have seen some of yourself in his journey, trying to fit in while doing what you loved most.

Holding up a string of lights against the wall, Reuben Flitch told you he was floating through school, waiting for the day he could finally be free. On that day, he’d take over his family’s business. Comparing him to the fractured story of your brother and sister following in your parent’s footsteps never seemed to cross your mind.

Because when you asked what the business was, his face lit up with an enthusiasm you hadn’t expected.

“My grandparents own vineyards," he had beamed. "They've been in the family for generations. I've grown up with the land, the grapes, and the entire winemaking process."

He told you stories of growing up, playing through the vines and rows of trellises, making you long for the rows of apple trees at Aunt Viv's. He also talked about spending time with his grandfather, learning the process of pressing grapes and his grandmother tending and picking the grapes. He spoke about the people, everyone from the gardeners to the people who bottled the wine to his siblings, with whom he'd played hide-and-seek within the cellars.

He told you a business major was worth it, as much as he loathed it, if he could own the place one day.

You hoped he did.

But Mickey Garica and Bob Floyd were... characters, to say the least. It was easy to talk with them, even laugh with them, as the three of you spread tiny black spiders all over the apartment.

Mickey couldn’t stop asking if you could paint him one day, though you imagined it would be fandom-inspired rather than a realistic portrait. The second you asked him about his favourite universe, he launched into a word vomit of praise for each and every one. He spoke of Lord of the Rings, Marvel, Star Wars, Star Trek, and Batman—not DC—as the character deserved to be separated from the rest.

It made you wonder if the one portrait would be enough. Still, you happily humoured him, saying you needed the practice.

He was in Health Sciences, hoping it would be enough to get his foot in the door to become a firefighter. He talked about it so passionately, about being capable of making a difference and saving lives, that you honestly couldn’t see him in any other role.

And given the opportunity, Bob was so full of sass and witty comebacks to the ones you managed to throw his way, you were surprised he was seeking an Anthropology and Archaeology degree. He seemed to have a natural talent for what Comedians had labelled “crowd work.” You honestly would have taken him for a drama major had he not told you differently.

However, once he explained his choice, you understood why. Growing up, having been a Boy Scout, learning about nature, rocks, and life. He wanted to know more about life, history, and how things were.

A visit to an archeological dig site in high school sold it for him. His eyes lit up when he spoke about ancient civilizations, lost artifacts, and all the mysteries surrounding human evolution. He rattled off facts about Neanderthals and cave paintings, which had you urging him for more.

He happily obliged and was encouraging when you offered a few that you knew of.

All of them were so passionate about what they wanted to do with their lives, even Bradley, who wanted to pursue football seriously as a career; you admired all of them for it with your entire heart.

But Jake Seresin was... you didn’t know. Nor did he, it seemed.

Jake was there at your side every time you went back up that ladder, claiming someone needed to catch you should you fall again. You had rolled your eyes, a slight smirk gracing your face, but you let him all the same.

He wasn’t as open as the others, wanting to flirt with you more than anything else. Somehow, you managed to get him talking about football, and when you asked him why he played, he admitted that his father had gone and played at the school. He had been urged to apply, and his family would support him throughout his entire ride.

“Family money,” he said, his tone light when you gawked at him. You didn’t ask what his parents did, but knowing he came from a rich family, you wondered if he didn't want people to know. You certainly didn't. Nat didn’t know, at least not yet.

It prompted him to add his parents weren’t pressuring him into one career or another; they simply wanted him to keep up with the sport. So, he was buying time and taking electives, trying to figure it out, though he would have to make a decision soon.

And it made you wonder, under that confidence, under that layer of charm and ease on his surface, if he was searching for what everyone else in the group had already found. While everyone else didn’t fit the stereotype, you wondered if Jake was attempting to mould himself into it.

How you wished to tell him, he didn’t have to.

But Jake wasn’t a painting you could tear apart or theorize about. And as you pinned that last streamer to the ceiling, you realized over the course of the afternoon, you’d unwittingly developed a bit of a crush on him.

You weren’t stupid. You recognized the signs the second he caught you off that ladder. The second he handed you that shot. He was laying on the charm, the flirty glances, the playful smiles. Even the slight touches on your waist as you leaned back, pining streamers to the ceiling, were waving the red flags in your head.

Jake was either genuinely interested or actively looking for someone to hook up with tonight.

It wouldn’t be you, that’s for sure—not even for someone so charming and handsome as Jake Seresin.

In the last two hours, the guys took turns getting ready first while everyone else finished with the final touches. They wanted you and Natasha to go first, but you vehemently refused, knowing they’d ruin hours of hard work if left unsupervised.

You also wanted to see this through to the end, but you kept that to yourself. You had revealed enough of your quirky, artsy side to them. You did not need to add to it by gushing over the decorations or how the entire apartment turned out, possibly damaging whatever relationship you'd established so far.

People were weird when it came to shit like that.

Jake and Bradley emerged from Nat’s bedroom just as the two of you were headed toward yours. The hallway was already lit in a deep red from the lights now neatly strung up in the corners of the ceiling. Though the sun was beginning to set, shining warm light through your window, you knew the total effect would be entirely eerie when night rolled around. You couldn’t wait to see it.

Bradley was dressed as Indiana Jones: a white shirt, a brown leather jacket, and a fake whip at his side. His outfit was complementary to Nat's Marion Ravenwood, her costume the classic white dress from the first movie you spent a while making. Though she did ask you to take some creative liberties with the design, the dress was more risque than necessary.

The only thing remotely movie-accurate about it would be the puffy sleeves.

You couldn't help but whistle when Jake stepped out from behind Bradley. Instantly perking up at the noise, he let out a sly smirk and straightened the lapels of his deep black leather jacket.

"Danny Zuko, huh?" you laughed softly. "Guess you've got the whole 'bad boy' vibe down."

Jake smirked at you, copying one of the iconic character's signature moves by sliding his hands into his black leather jacket pockets as he strode by. "Only missing my Sandy. You wouldn't happen to know where I could find one, would you?"

You coyly peered at him over your shoulder as you continued down the hall. Unknown to either of you, Nat and Bradley had stopped to watch the interaction, filled to the brim with curiosity.

"Wouldn't know. I'm more of a Rizzo myself. Too much sass and not enough patience for leather pants."

"To get into them or to get out?"

With a glimmer in your eyes and a smirk on your lips, you pivoted to face Jake completely, still walking backwards. “You're quite the smooth talker, aren’t you?”

Jake shrugged, giving off the vibe of, ‘I can’t help my reputation.’ However, you could see the easy grin on his face, and one side of his mouth crooked upwards, making him appear boyish—just like the character he was dressed up as.

It made your heart flutter inside your chest.

“It’s a shame I’m more into the rough-around-the-edges type,” you teased softly, pausing by the corner.

Liar. Oh, you horrible liar.

Jake’s grin didn’t disappear when you saw him press his tongue to the inside of his cheek, arching an eyebrow. Instead, it turned into a knowing smirk.

“Is that so?” he teased.

You flushed, at a loss for words. Jake's teasing gaze lingered, and the lift in the corner of his mouth suggested he saw right through your lie. Your cheeks burned hot.

Jake's chuckle echoed softly down the hallway as you made your escape, somehow making your heart race faster. You didn't dare look back, but you could feel his eyes on you as you turned the corner and down the hallway to your bedroom.

As Jake retreated back into the apartment, Bradley coughed lightly. He exchanged a knowing look with Nat, who had been watching your retreat. He jutted his head once toward you, and Nat replied in kind with a single tilt of her head toward Jake.

They didn’t need to say aloud what they were thinking. They’d talk about what they discovered later, but it wouldn’t stop them from pressing this interesting development further.

When she reached your room, Nat found you already in your robe, sitting at your vanity, brushing your hair. You had already laid out your costumes on your bed earlier in the day, and Nat raced to hers the second she saw it, making grabby hands at the fabric.

"Ahh, it turned out so great, Maeve!" she exclaimed, grabbing the top and holding it up. You glimpsed at her through the reflection of your mirror, smiling when she hugged it to her chest.

“If I had made it any deeper, Nat, you’d be showing off more than just dangly bits.”

She blew a raspberry at you. You giggled, shaking your head.

“You know, I’ve always wanted to do couples costumes. I never thought Bradley would go for it,” she said after a while, standing next to you and straightening her hair in the mirror of your vanity.

“Really?” you asked, concentrating on not poking your eye out with your mascara.

“How else am I going to shoo off all the girls practically clamouring to get with Bradley? It’s a nice way to do it, don’t you think?”

“Maybe. Not every costume as a twin, though,” you said, lowering your hand to gesture to yourself. You hoped Nat would at least acknowledge the effort you’d made or pep you up for a party you'd originally never wanted to hold.

“What about the Danny wandering around the apartment ‘without his Sandy’?”

You dropped your hand from where you had started fixing up your other eye, glaring at her reflection in your mirror. “Really, Nat?”

“What, you don’t dream of a little Summer Lovin?”

You felt your face flush. As if Jake would ever really go for someone like you. “It’s Halloween, Nat.”

“Exactly. It’s Halloween, and it’s getting colder. Maybe you’ve got chills, and maybe they're multiplying.”

You groaned, dropping your head and smacking it against your vanity.

“You’re sure he’s not the one you want?” she bumped you with her hip, grinning.

“Can you stop with the Grease puns? Please,” you squawked.

Nat laughed, twirling a strand of her hair around her finger as she stepped away. "Okay, okay. But if you change your mind, I think Danny Zuko out there wouldn't mind being 'the one that you want.'"

Fingers wrapping around the handle of your hair brush, you didn’t lift your head from the vanity as you chucked it in Nat’s direction. She laughed hard, and you didn’t need to look to know you had missed her completely.

Nat eventually cajoled you into helping her slip into her dress, adjusting bits and pieces of fabric here and there. You sat back down at your vanity as she twirled once in the mirror, declaring she was satisfied. Then her eyes went to the door, and her attention shifted to Bradley and what waited beyond it.

"Are you okay if I go out? Do you need any help?" Nat's voice was laced with excitement, and her eyes gleamed with anticipation of finally having a party as she smoothed down the sides of her dress.

You shook your head, leaning back in your chair. Nat didn’t meet your gaze. "No, I'm good. I only need to touch up my makeup, and my dress is a slip-on," you smiled. "Go make sure Bradley keeps his hat on."

Nat wiggled her shoulders, biting her lip to mute her squealing giggle. The puffy sleeves of her short dress waved with her, and she precariously tip-toed out the door on her high heels. Once in the hallway, she dramatically yelled, "Come and get me, Indiana Jones!"

You stifled a giggle, shaking your head, allowing yourself to turn back to face your mirror.

Staring at yourself, you searched every part of your face, making sure your foundation, blush, eyes, and lips were just how you wanted them to be. You toyed with a strand of curled hair, wondering if what you had done was enough—if all of it had been enough.

Then your eyes came to rest on your costume, so carefully draped across the end of your bed through the reflection in the mirror.

You're not sure why "Flaming June" happened to be your favourite painting, though you supposed it had to do with the girl in the painting so casually draped across that seat next to that fountain. She was curled up almost like a serpent, covered in sheer transparent vibrant orange, the painting's only bright pop of colour.

The painting was supposedly meant to depict nymphs, sleeping Greek nymphs for that matter, or even Victorian society's obsession with beauty. However, you argued differently in the paper you wrote for it.

You cared more about the juxtaposition of fire and tranquillity in the piece than about whatever cultural influence or social construct it had at the time. That one girl was at the centre of the painting, wrapped in sheer, see-through colour. She was meant to be the focus; that much was certain.

Maybe you thought her dress signified the chaos of the world around her, and all she wanted to do was find a moment of peace.

You’d spent countless hours at the fabric store trying to match the correct shade. Once you had completed parts of Nat's, you spent even countless more at your sewing machine, staying up late to make progress on yours.

And each time she asked you to make alternations on hers, the more drastic you made it to be ‘just that much sluttier', the more you thought about what you could do to yours. In the end, the thin straps holding up your dress, revealing bare shoulders and the long slit between your breasts, ending just before your belly button, was all you could stomach.

You held the dress up, contemplating your thoughts. You could do this. You could survive one simple Halloween party - one simple college rager party.

Right?

———

The second the apartment was starting to flood with arriving guests, Jake realized you hadn’t emerged from your room with Nat.

He had been off to the side near a bookcase, talking with Bradley, hoping to stave off the crowd and the rest of the football team for a little longer. He knew they'd want to talk football and strategies for the season, and Jake simply... didn't.

He wanted a night off. He wanted to relax and have a good time. And talking about football wouldn't be it.

Bradley had said something to Jake, but he hadn’t been paying attention. He was too busy searching the gathering pods of people for your face. Why, he didn’t know. But he was eager to find out.

Bradley snapped his fingers in Jake's face, startling him from his search. "Earth to Jake!"

Jake shook his head, focusing back on Bradley. "Sorry, what?"

Bradley raised his eyebrows under the rim of his fedora. "What's going on in that head of yours?"

Jake regarded him for a few seconds before finally looking down at his drink, bringing it to his lips, admitting, "I'm just looking for Maeve."

As Jake took a drink, Bradley grinned. "She's probably still getting ready. Nat said her costume was based on her favourite panting."

Jake didn't even look up from his drink when he asked, "What's her favourite painting?"

"Why? You looking to make a good impression?" he said, still grinning.

"Fuck off, Man," Jake snapped, taking another swig to finish his drink. Bradley only laughed, now shaking his head. He would have let Jake simmer in his ask, but this was you. He had to give Jake at least a decent running chance.

"It's Flaming June, the chick in the orange dress. It's a brilliant costume idea. She made it herself."

Of course, you would have made it yourself, Jake thought.

"Surely you came across that painting with your 'rich upbringing.' Nat was practically force-feeding information down our throats a few seconds ago to ensure we recognized her costume. It’s some Freddie Luigui piece. I don't know."

"I know it," Jake snapped. "I've seen it before."

Jake was pretty sure he had, maybe once at one of his father's fundraising parties, though he actively searched his mind, trying to remember what it looked like.

Bradley remained silent, slouching against the bookcase and crossing one leg over the other. He narrowed his eyes at his friend and tilted his head.

"Why the sudden interest in Maeve? She isn't one for..." Bradley trailed off, searching for the correct word. Just as Jake was about to ask him what he meant, Nat's approaching heels on the hardwood floor stopped them both.

She stopped at Bradley's side, red solo cup in hand, looping her arm through his. "What are you two handsome boys gossiping about over here?" she giggled at her boyfriend, her chin plopping lazily down onto his bicep. "See any snakes in the crowd, Indy?"

Bradley pulled his face back into a grimace, reciting the famous line. "Snakes. Why does it always have to be snakes?"

Jake rolled his eyes at their banter, placing his empty cup on the table between them. Nat giggled, tilting her head back, indicating to Bradley she wanted to be kissed. He complied without protest, leaning down, pressing his lips to hers in an overly dramatic display merely to piss Jake off.

"Get a room," Jake groaned, mocking a wrenching noise. The couple separated, turning to Jake with amused smirks. "You've heard and seen far worse, dude."

Jake shuttered, the unwanted memory of walking in on Nat and Bradley from weeks ago flashing through his mind. Sharing an apartment with Bradley had its moments - some good, some decidedly less so. It made him wonder if Maeve had to put up with the same shit he did.

“Where’s Maeve?” Jake asked Nat, ignoring Bradley's remark. "I haven't seen her yet."

Nat opened her mouth, about to tell him you were still getting ready, when she caught sight of a flash of orange stepping out from behind the corner of the hallway. You came into view, your head angled down, mindful of stepping on your dress as thin streams of transparent fabric trailed behind you at your sides.

Javy let out a low-toned whistle from somewhere in the room, and heads turned, one by one, as you took your final step into the apartment.

“Damn girl, you clean up nice!”

Lifting your head, you were surprised to see eyes on you. Javy glided forward to greet you from where he had been standing at a nearby table, and you smiled at him, though a little weary. Deep down, you knew his comment was meant to be a compliment. But something coarse, like sandpaper, rubbed against your heart at the remark, lingering longer than you would have liked.

“What? Not bad for a fine arts major?” you joked somewhat deprecatively, though your voice held none of it.

Javy held out his hand, and you grabbed it, allowing him to lift it above your head. With a pump of his wrist, he urged you to spin under his arm several times, letting your dress fan out. You giggled as he urged you, though you wobbled on your heels. The dreaded things were Nat's only contribution to your outfit, and you were severely regretting it.

He let you go, thinking you had your footing on the last, slowed spin. But when you came to a stop, you were on the verge of falling over, your head dizzy, and your legs unbalanced.

To his credit, Javy tried to reach out and steady you, already regretting the step he took back. However, before he could, another pair of hands, one on your hip and one taking your hand, steadied you.

Jake’s hands were firm on your skin, pulling you close as you lost your balance. You fell into his chest, head tilted back, half falling over. And looking up at his face, seeing the amused grin on his lip, you drew in a sharp breath at the sight.

"Letting me make a good first impression?" he quipped.

“By catching falling women?” you laughed breathlessly, bringing your free hand to his chest. If you had let your hand stall slightly longer than necessary, you would have never admitted to it.

“Seems noble enough,” he replied, helping you to stand. Though he might have let go of your hand, he didn’t let go of your waist. “Or do you make it a habit to test the reflexes of every guy you meet?”

You couldn’t resist the playful jab. “Only the ones who seem like they can handle it. And the pretty ones.”

Jake's grin widened, and he even risked sneaking a quick peek at your lips, letting them rest there for a few seconds before his eyes roamed the rest of your body.

"Flaming June, right? Frederic Leighton's Masterpiece."

You blinked in surprise, letting out a small gasp. You honestly expected to tell people what your costume was, not just some girl in some random orange dress. Jake's knowledge of the painting, let alone his identification of it so quickly, was scoring him some major brownie points.

"You know your art," you commented nonchalantly.

He shrugged, "I might know a thing or two. I always had a thing for the classics. By the way, it suits you."

You practically preened under his gaze. "Thank you," you said, a shy smile creeping onto your face. He beamed at you in return.

Yes, you might have a crush on him. But for the first time that day, you figured it wasn’t such a bad thing after all.

—-

This was a bad idea - Oh, this party was such a bad idea.

Believing you were having a good time and actually having a good time were two separate things. You certainly felt one of those things. As the night went on, and with each drink you tipped back, alcoholic or not, regret built in your stomach.

You weren’t sure what you were expecting. Maybe you were seeking reasons where there initially were none, allowing Natasha’s suggestions to slowly chip away at your resolve until you finally gave in. Maybe it was the promise of letting loose, to embrace the spirit of Halloween with all its creative potential.

Maybe it was the promise of making new friends. Of getting to know people outside the art department. Natasha had told you to mingle. She wanted you to mingle, and yet... you didn’t know where to start.

You didn't expect Nat or Bradley to coddle you, but they could have introduced you to a few people besides the core group before things had gotten this bad. You didn't dare approach Javy or Rueben, who played beer pong and chugged beers back like it was nobody's business. They were off doing their own thing, and you didn’t want to intrude.

Mickey and Bob had gone home earlier in the night. Bob proclaimed he had a midterm to study for, and Mickey wanted to go home anyway so he could call his family in peace. You strongly suspected he wanted to watch Halloween movies instead.

Rocky Horror sounded like a wonderful idea right about now.

You couldn’t hang around Nat and Bradley all night, either. And nobody from your art classes would even dare set foot inside a party where nearly half of its guests were from the sororities.

You knew that. While you did extend the invitation, you told them you wouldn't blame them if they didn't come. They had looked at you with such disregard you wondered if they were seeing you through newly polished rose-coloured glasses. And standing up against the wall next to your bookcase, like an insipid wallflower, you could hardly blame them for it either.

You couldn’t introduce yourself in a place where you were the outsider, even within the walls of your own home. Soon after the first few attempts, that realization settled deep into your chest. And you couldn’t help but feel like you had done this to yourself - an attempt to be part of something like this, even if just for a night.

But Jake… Jake was still here. At least, he should be. He had been by your side for the beginning of the evening, talking to you about what projects you were currently working on over another drink—not whiskey—after you had started to hiccup while putting up decorations.

After he recognized your dress, you weren’t ashamed to tell him. You had launched into the ideas and thoughts behind two paintings and one sculpture, an old table that you were trying to turn into an elemental-type sundial. You told him about the zodiac signs you had already burned into the wood after sanding it down and how each was placed in its own little section as it related to its element.

You had reached halfway through your thought process when you realized how lost you were in your explanation. You froze mid-sentence, blushing harder than the colour of your dress.

"Sorry," you had said. "I ramble when I get excited about my art.”

But Jake’s interest hadn’t waned. If anything, it urged him to ask, “How did you find something you're so passionate about? Creating things... making art?"

His question had made you pause, though not over what to say but merely how to say it. “It was my voice when words fell short or my escape when the world grew too loud.”

You caught a glimpse of something in Jake’s eyes—a flash of longing, a momentary crack in his confident demeanour. What followed was a slight nod. It was there, and then it wasn’t, as if he’d accidentally revealed more of himself than he wanted. Then he caught himself, suddenly straightened his spine, and continued the conversation as if that brief lapse in judgment never happened in the first place.

Ten minutes later, he excused himself to get another drink. And you hadn’t seen him since.

You scanned the room for him, hoping to spot that black leather jacket among the sea of people. But it was impossible. Under the dim, eerie glow of the lights, each costume blurred into the next, and the crowd swallowed any hope of finding him.

Reaching for whatever mixed drink Nat had made you earlier off the table, you pushed yourself off the wall, weaving through the throngs of people, figuring you might as well try to see if she knew where he had run off to.

Liquid sloshed over the rim of your cup onto your hand as you dodged a zombie here, a fairy there, and music pulsing like a heartbeat through the packed room. Laughter and snippets of conversations swirled around you as you scanned the sea of faces, both masked and not for Nat.

Glasses clinked, a witch cackled, and the scent of spiced pumpkin mingled somewhere in the mix with the tang of alcohol and body sweat. By the time you spotted her leaning heavily against the kitchen Island, red cup in hand and her laughter too loud, eyes slightly unfocused, you knew the night had taken its toll on her sobriety.

She was too preoccupied with telling a bunch of people a story to notice how you quickly launched the contents of your cup into the sink behind her. You extended your arm when you were close enough, looping your arm around her waist. Her arm came up at the same time, sliding across your back to pull you close.

Nat tilted her head back onto her shoulders, glancing at you with happy eyes. "Maeve!" she whined tipsily.

Given how far gone she was, you were surprised at how accurately she pronounced your name. She bent slightly, still holding her red Solo cup in her hand, to hug you tight, her face smooshing into your neck.

“It looks like you’re having the time of your life,” you snorted. She nodded against your skin, biting her lip in a smile with a happy, drunken snigger. She lazily pulled back to meet your eye, and you smiled at her.

“Have you seen Jake around?”

Nat paused, her gaze flickering around the room as if she'd genuinely forgotten about him, though she didn’t lift her head off your body. "Jake? Oh, I haven't seen him in a bit,” she slurred slightly. “Why? Do you two likeeeeeeeeeeeeeee each other? Is Jake going to make you scream grease lightin’?”

You reached for her red Solo cup and pried it from her hand. “Okay, yup, you're cut off.”

“Nooo,” she pouted her arm a dead weight as she tried to take it back. Her hand hit the bottom of the cup, and liquid shot up, once again covering your hand in whatever type of alcohol Nat managed to mix together. You could only sigh.

“Here comes the fun police,” she muttered under her breath. “I thought you’d be off doing your own thing.”

Well, that fucking stung just a tiny bit.

“I’m not going to be the one who cleans up your vomit tomorrow morning, Nat.”

“I’ve only had,” she held up her hand, widening her thumb and pointer finger probably further apart than she thought, “this much to drink.”

“Ahm...”

Luckily for you, Bradley appeared, having seen what was going on. He looked amused yet concerned as he slid between the gap of the island and Nat to observe his girlfriend babbling nonsense on your shoulder. “What’s happening here?”

Nat made another grab for her cup, but Bradley gently intercepted her, taking her hand into his before she could even grasp it.

“That,” you offered.

“I think it’s time we get you to bed, love,” he suggested, wrapping an arm around her waist. You let him take her, happy for him to bear her weight.

Nat leaned into him, mumbling something incoherent, a mix of protest and agreement. Bradley spared a glance at you, silently thanking you in your unspoken agreement. You nodded, watching as he sandwiched her to his side and carried her off towards her room.

It always seemed like one of you was always taking care of her. At one point or another.

After getting rid of Nat’s cup, you felt the sticky residue of both of your spilled drinks on your skin and felt the urge to run to the privacy of the bathroom to wash it off. Stumbling down the hallway, blusters on your feet finally making themselves known, you let your hands casually slide along the wall. The music from the party faded into a muffled, dull noise as you walked.

You wanted to smile at the lights. The red eerie glow along the top corners of the ceiling only reached not even halfway down the wall, plunging the floor into a dark abyss. You clumsily stuttered through it, unable to see anything below your waist.

It was exactly as you pictured it, and yet you couldn't bring yourself to manage the slightest grin.

The bathroom door was down at the end of the hall slightly ajar, with the red LED light illuminating its edges from behind. You zoned in on it like a wobbly arrow to a target, tired and completely done with tonight and everything about it.

You reached for the curved handle, about to push the door open, when a high-pitched giggle came from behind the piece of wood. You shot your hand back like you had been burned, and with a quick turn of your heel, you plastered your back up against the wall.

You immediately knew what was happening behind that door, and it made you throw up in your mouth just a little.

Ugh, I’m going to have to disinfect the hell out of that bathroom tomorrow.

The next voice you heard, however, made your heart drop into your stomach.

“You like that, don’t ya, sweetheart?”

You didn't want to believe it, but you had to see for yourself. Leaning forward off the wall, you peered through the crack in the door, only to spot a black leather jacket taking up most of your view—the same black jacket you had complimented Jake on earlier that day. It was a stark contrast to the red glowing light above him, and something snapped in your heart and recoiled back as one slender bare leg in beige fishnet stockings wrapped around his.

There was an overly drunken and seductive 'ahm,' forcing you to glance over his shoulder at the girl he was with—her costume was a bejewelled Taylor Swift outfit to match her long blonde hair.

You swallowed your bile and adverted your gaze, pressing yourself back up against that wall, out of sight and hidden completely from view.

You knew this was a possibility; Jake was merely looking for a hookup and nothing more. You had considered it all afternoon. Yet, you couldn’t help but feel utterly hurt at the sight.

"I mean, Nat's pretty clever befriending that girl.. what was her name, Maeve?" the girl snickered.

"I know. It sounds like something out of those weird fantasy books everyone loves." A whimper from his companion followed Jake's breathy and muffled laugh.

At the dig, your hand went to your chest, your heart thudding painfully under your palm. The realization they had been talking about you, about Nat, made tears flood your eyes.

You didn't understand it. Or maybe you did, and you were too blinded by the possibility of someone like him, someone like Nat, Bradley, Bob, Mickey, and Rueben, to beat the fucking pyramid scheme and care about someone like you.

What other explanation was there except the fact you had been blinded by those who proved to be the exception? Blinded by the fucking elementary school crush cause he had flirted, smiled, joked, and maybe even showed some half-decent interest in you. Clearly, the second he figured out you weren’t going to hook up with him, he sought his sights on someone else.

Jake wasn’t trying to mould into the stereotype. He was the fucking stereotype.

"Even her costume," she sneered. "Like, who the fuck dresses up like that for a college rager Halloween party? You're supposed to dress up slutty."

You couldn't speak, staring down the front of your dress to what you had thought had been a risky enough slit. You couldn't even breathe.

"You kidding me?" he laughed lowly. "Bradley was practically screaming at us what she dressed up as. I'd have no fucking clue what she was otherwise. I'd guess some random Greek Godness obsessed with that awful shade of orange."

Your hand slid up from your chest, around your throat to feel your harsh, rough swallow. Only it didn’t stop there, suddenly finding yourself wrapping it around your entire mouth, stifling any noise wanting to escape. Through shaky inhales in and out of your nose, you fought hard to stop yourself from crying over this.

Over him. Over a fucking jock who would say anything to hook up with a girl. Only to get his dick wet.

But you couldn't prevent the tears from welling up in your eyes, or from one finally spilling over, dropping down your cheek only to stall there, or how the hand covering your mouth curled up around your cheekbone, only to stroke away the tear.

You refused to look back at the door through the crack, so you fixed your gaze on the darkness consuming the ground. And as you lowered your hand, you caught the ugly black smear marring your skin.

How could you not? Standing in the glow of that red hallway light, it was the only thing you could see.

The artistic irony hits you like a freight train. Here you were, dressed as the girl in your favourite painting. Her dress had been the only bright shade of colour in the entire painting, and you, standing in the top half glow of bright red LED lights, had failed to notice what had been staring you in the face all along.

Orange was muted by red, and black bled through all. The only thing about you that stood out the entire evening was this tiny black mark scarring the back of your hand—black tears from smeared mascara.

"I would have guessed an orange," the girl snickered, quickly followed by a mewl. "Though she practically blended into the wall, I couldn't see her with the lights."

Lips plucking on skin echoed off the title and out the door, and Jake drew in a ragged breath as he agreed. "She did blend right into the fucking wall, didn’t she?"

Your eyes burned. The girl giggled.

“How long do you think this one will stay? She seems… different, to say the least.”

Jake sniggered. “Seriously, you think Natasha Trace is hanging around that girl out of the goodness of her heart?”

His laugh was so full of malice that it was nothing like the ones you had heard pleasantly filling your ears earlier.

“Everyone knows after what Nat did, she needs an image clean up. Playing the saint, befriending the weird loner art girl, giving her the best friend badge?”

“If she thinks she’s got a place in the big leagues, she’s in for a rude awakening,” the girl murmured. “Pathetic. People like her don’t belong with people like us.”

There was a pause. “It’s just like Natasha, though. She always needs an audience, something to validate her feelings. It’s brillant really.”

Jake's agreement was a silent blow, his next words the dagger. "Nat's smart. She knows how to play the game. Maeve's just...convenient."

Convenience. The word echoed in your mind, bouncing off the walls of your already crumbling self-worth.

“Give it a year. Trace is going to drop her the second the next new shiny person comes along. And everyone is going to forget about the little art girl she used up and discarded. Or she’ll become the most hated girl on campus.”

Without your back up against the wall, his words might have made you crumble into that dark abyss.

“Can we stop talking about her now?” the girl whined. “I thought you promised to get me off.”

Jake chuckled lowly, the sound morphing into a low, predatory growl. “You brought her up, sweetheart. But don’t worry—I’m all yours now.”

You pushed yourself away from that wall, stumbling down the dark hallway to your bedroom out of instinct, refusing to subject yourself to any further torture. But just before your door, you fell into the wall, your shoulder throbbing as you slouched against it.

The world around you swirled, leaving you consumed by one thought—and one thought alone.

That. Fucking. Asshole! How dare he! How fucking dare he!

To hear Natasha be demeaned, your friendship demeaned and used as a stepping stone in pursuit of a meaningless hookup... anger boiled under your skin. You didn’t care what he or what they had said about you, but Nat?

If Jake thought he’d succeed in sweet-talking you, to play you like a puppet on a string, just as he assumed Nat had been doing, he had another thing coming. If he was going to talk shit about your friendship with her, you’d show him just how spineless you could be.

Oh, he’d wish he’d never caught you off that fucking ladder. Wished he had never met you and flirted with you, obviously a ploy to find someone to hook up with. You gagged at ever having a crush on him in the first place.

But as you leaned against the wall, trying to steady your swirling thoughts, doubt wormed its way into your mind.

What if he was right?

What if your friendship with Nat was just a convenience, a way for her to maintain her status or recover from her sorority fallout? You knew nothing of it, nothing more than what she told you. There could be more to the story, things she hadn’t revealed, things nobody else had either.

No, you shook your head, trying to dismiss the thought. Nat had been there for you in ways no one else had.

Jake was just an asshole. Plain and simple.

But then another thought sucker punched you in the gut.

You couldn’t tell anyone else what he said. You wouldn’t be responsible for causing that type of drama within a friend circle, one that long before you ever showed up. They never would have believed you anyway, and Nat… she worked so hard to get out, escape the rumours and gossip, to put it behind her. She didn’t need to know about this.

You had no choice but to carry this burden alone. It was a lonely decision, but perhaps loneliness was a small price to pay for the semblance of harmony among friends—or so you tried to convince yourself.

But Jake. You could no longer give a rat’s ass about Jake. If he wanted to attack Nat, then fine. You hit him right back. That much you could still do.

Whatever had possessed Frederic Leighton to name the piece you currently embodied, “Flaming June,” whatever possessed him to gift that girl with fire in her name, that fire was suddenly born in you.

A flame that sparked and kerosened your soul to burn, hot and bright. It was a wildfire that rushed under layers of skin and ignited every nerve, ending with a ferocity you never knew you possessed. It was born to protect what you had found - Nat, Bradley, Bob, Mickey, Javy and Rueben. And that fucking asshole would never be allowed to put you down, Nat down, like your family did, ever again.

Pushing yourself off the wall, you stepped into your bedroom. Slamming the door, the lock clicked hard into place.

It never opened the rest of the night.

NOW YOU KNOW....

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lukeywritesstuff · 8 months

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Reader has a pregnancy scare over the summer at the lake house and dosent tell Jack at first so he gets mad. He doesn’t really want a child rn but ends up accepting that they will have a baby. But it’s just a scare so their are not going to actually be parents

baby? no baby.

jack hughes x reader

warning: angst, yelling, pregnancy scare, mentions of abortion, punching (m on m), vomit, swearing and suggestive sexual content (no actual smut)

note: i’m not from the states so all timing for drives and flights and stuff are made up because i’ve been trying to research how far detroit airport is from bloomington AND NO BLOOMINGTON IS COMING UP ON MAPS. i actually went a bit crazy writing this because of that. ALSO this is the first fic i’ve written in a couple years that isn’t a joke so please bear with me because it’s not perfect at all.

lowercase intended

this past week has been a nightmare, from waking up at 6:30 in the morning to throw up, to dealing with motion sickness on an airplane and dealing with my boyfriends absolute bullshit.

let’s start from the beginning: wednesday july 12th, the day i started feeling ill. it was around 5:30 in the morning the first time i threw up. that day i thought it was a bug so i didn’t think much of it. but it kept happening all week, and this freaked me out because i knew i was leaving for michigan on monday to visit my boyfriend jack and his family.

monday couldn’t have come any slower, knowing i needed to talk to ellen before anyone else, i was hoping for the day to come faster. she’d be the only one i can ask about what’s going on with me as i haven’t seen my own family since august of last year since i moved to jersey for college.

the flight was terrible but short, it didn’t help my nausea at all, specially with the turbulence, jack was late to pick me up because he left his phone at the house when he went boating with his brothers so i had to sit around the airport for a few hours. i’m not even gonna think about uber either cuz i’d rather get crushed by a plane than sit for hours in an uber with a complete stranger.

ok getting off topic here, we’ll we got to the lake house after a very uneventful and quiet drive from the airport. ellen was finishing up dinner and luke, quinn and jim were playing basketball in the driveway, which quickly came to a stop as jack pulled up smashing the horn causing quinn to (jokingly) throw the ball at the car. (it did not break at all.)

i settled in to jacks room and we ate dinner, we talked about the boys hockey and training and my school and what i’m doing after i graduate next year. jokes were cracked and it was fun, i actually forgot about jack being a bit of a dick for a good hour and a half. after i stayed in the kitchen with ellen to help clean up, jack and luke ran to the x-box in the other room probably to play fortnite.

‘el, this past week i’ve been feeling quite nauseous this past week and i was wondering if i should worry about it. knowing you’ve been pregnant a few times, i felt it was best to ask you for advice on the situation.’ i said to my boyfriends mother.

‘well if it goes on for a few more days i’d consider going to a doctor, but for now you can go to the pharmacy just down the street and try a rest or 2 if you wanna have an idea quicker.’ she said and i nodded.

‘wait you’re pregnant?’ i hear from by the counter. quinn. he heard.

‘i’m not sure. i was just about to go to the pharmacy to get a test’ i told him.

‘i’ll drive i want some gato and fuckass jack frank the last one.’ he said and i nodded.

we went to the pharmacy and got 2 tests (and a shit ton of blue gato for quinn) and we went back to the house. i went to the bathroom in ellen’s room to take them since she wants to be there for me and honestly i’m glad i did. she’s been so supportive even if it might just be a scare.

the tests came out positive. i broke down in tears and went out to ellen.

‘positive, i’m pregnant. and i’m only 21’ i said.

‘oh sweetie. it’s all gonna be okay. you’re gonna be a great mom and jacks gonna be a great dad.’ ellen said embracing me.

‘so she’s pregnant?’ quinn asked from the door. i just nod my head at him.

suddenly i hear from the hallway ‘who’s pregnant?’ and ‘is it mom? i think i’m a bit too old to be an older brother’ and then a little ‘ow’ after.

then quinn had to open his big ass mouth and say ‘no. it’s y/n. she’s pregnant.’

‘what?!’ jack yelled. ‘and you fucker knew before me? you fucking asshole!’ i heard before i see jack coke into the room angrily to punch his older brother in the face.

‘jack get off!’ i yelled pulling him.

‘i cant believe you told quinn before me! have him father your fucking kid. i don’t want it. i don’t want kids at all. specially right now. i’m at my prime right now! i don’t need a fucking baby ruining it all for me! get out of my house that’s not my kid! and if it is fucking abort it!’ he yelled while crying making me cry even more.

right after luke dragged him to his room and i can hear yelling between them as quinn and ellen comforted me in the master bedroom. todays been a lot for me so i eventually pass out in my boyfriend(?)’s parents room with his mother stroking my hair.

on wednesday, exactly a week after i started having my nausea i decided to visit a doctor to get the baby and i checked out. i haven’t talked to jack since he yelled at me so i go with ellen.

‘okay so it seems like you’re not actually pregnant and the test you took was wrong.‘ the doctor said to me.

honestly i have no idea if i’m relieved or sad. i was honestly quite happy to potentially be having a baby, even if jack was being a huge JACKass about it.

we got home and i saw jack sitting on the porch with a bouquet of flowers.

‘baby, i’ve thought everything over these past few days, and i’m actually excited to have a baby! with you! i apologize for everything i said, but it just hurt knowing quinn found out before me, because i am the dad. but now i am excited for this baby and this new chapter of our lives!’ he said smiling at the end.

‘jack, it was a scare. there’s no pregnancy. i’ve just been having a stomach bug the doctor told me. the tests were wrong too. i’m sorry.’ i said frowning.

‘oh. well i guess that means we just go upstairs and start actually making a baby, because i kinda want one now!’ jack said before pulling me in the house.

once we got up to the bedroom i hear ellen ushering everyone out, probably to spare themselves from having to hear whatever we’re getting up to upstairs.

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jamneuromain · 1 year

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Straight-A Student

Andy Barber x You / Reader

Warning: Smut, Fluff and Smut, a lil angst?, Alternate Universe - College / University, Teacher-Student Relationship, Professor!Andy Barber, Student!Reader, Student!You, Pet Names (sweetheart, baby, sweet girl, sweet thing), Explicit Sexual Content, Explicit Language, spanking, talking about Dom/Sub, implied Dom/Sub, authority kink, choking if you squint, possessive Andy Barber, rough sex

Word count: 3k

Summary: You argue with Andy, during your ninth date.

A/N: Part of the conversation came up by @rogerswifesblog <3

Dancing in the Daydream M. List

“Hey,” Andy breaks your kiss, lips tracing your forehead, muttering your name. He is panting because of the passionate kiss you shared, “… I should probably drive you home.”

You wish you could contain your anger. You really wish you could.

“What the HELL, Andy?” You snap, swatting away his arm around your waist, “WHAT THE HELL?”

To be fair, you have every reason to be angry with him.

This is the third time when he pushes you away during a heated kiss, either saying ridiculous shit about “driving you home” or waving you goodbye in front of your apartment.

This is the ninth date! NINE fucking dates and two months. That’s where you are, kissing.

And only kissing plus something PG-13.

“Is there something wrong with me? Or…” something’s wrong with Andy, but you didn’t say that out loud, “are we a thing?” You ask, unable to understand why the second before sex he’ll push you away, “why’d you do that?”

Of all the boys you’ve dated, no one made it past the fourth date and still didn’t mention sex.

Apart from Andy, apparently, who is not just any “boy”.

No, he is your fucking professor from last semester. And since classes are over, one encounter in the pub turns into more, which turns into dates, which turns you head over heels for him, which leads you to this precise moment.

Andy tries to hold your hand. Judging by your hurt expression, he lowers his palm to your knees. “N-No! I mean we’re…There’s nothing wrong with you.” He licks his lips, stuttering to explain.

“Then what the hell Andy? I like you and want to have sex with you.” You sigh in frustration, looking down at the short sundress barely covering half your thigh.

It is a cute sundress, light blue, with white daisies patterns. You choose this dress tonight with sex in mind-why else would he ask you to come to his house “for dinner”?

Now you despise your own interpretation of his invitation.

“For dinner” actually means “dinner” and no sex.

Har Har. Joke’s on you.

Andy massages your bare skin with his palm gently. He doesn’t even attempt his hands to go a bit higher under your dress, only warming your knees with his hand. “It’s not you-please,” he trips over his words, “I-I like you too, it’s just…”

You’ve had enough, “one last chance, Andy, or I’m walking out of this door.”

You set a ten-second countdown silently.

Nine.

Eight.

What’s the worse that could happen? He has erectile dysfunction?

Seven.

He visibly gulps, looking more nervous than before.

Six.

Andy? Nervous?

Five.

Four.

Looks like you are walking out of that door after all. You glance at your handbag, planning for an exit.

Three.

Brilliant. You will never date anyone older than you ever again.

Two.

You are only making yourself look bad by pushing him.

One.

Great.

“I-” “I have… needs.” You and Andy speak simultaneously. His voice lower, hesitant. He realizes he’s cutting off your words, mumbling a quiet “sorry”.

You are perplexed, to say the least. “Needs…? Sure. What needs?”

Andy looks like a balloon, full of air a minute ago when you were kissing, but now, the air drained, “I… I like to be dominant during sex. I like,” he swallows a lump down his throat, unable to meet your eyes, “holding my partner still, I like telling them what to do.”

The words are weighing him down, instead of up. The more he speaks, the more his heart dies.

“I like going rough. Leave marks on them. Bruises.”

Every sentence feels like torture.

“I want to discipline my partner.” The proper word is, “…spanking. I want control.” He winces.

Silence.

He knows he is going to regret it by the morning, when the headline of the university news would be “Professor Andy Barber, A Sadist in Life AND Sex”.

You are completely awe-struck for a minute.

You weren’t expecting this.

Not even a little.

But damn didn’t what he confessed make you feel things.

Good things.

First, you need to make this clear, “you are into BDSM … stuff?”

“Dom/Sub and bondage. Yes.”

More silence.

He is ruined.

He is completely over.

He messed up the chance with you.

Andy buries his face in his hands, hoping it could make things easier if he doesn’t see you walk away.

“Spanking, as if, the kind of spanking we get as a kid?” You swallow thickly, feeling your pussy clench with his response.

“Yes.”

It takes your whole body not to shake at his words.

“Can we… umm, try that?” You whisper.

Andy raises his head from his palms, turning to look at you, “I’m sorry?”

This must be a dream.

He is dreaming.

He pinches his wrist to make sure he is in the real world.

A sharp pain nearly has him yelp.

For Christ’s sake, you are asking him to spank you.

He returns your question with another, “you tried spanking before?”

Honestly? No.

You’ve had sex before, that’s for sure. Plain vanilla. Sometimes you have to fake your own orgasm to protect their fragile ego.

There’s nothing wrong with vanilla. It’s fine. It’s only a bit dull. Like there’s something missing. Something you’ve read about, “la petite mort”, dying a little. You’ve always wondered what’s it like.

No, you have never tried spanking before. But your unsettling heartbeat in your ears tells you it might be the solution to what you are looking forward to. To be put down. Maybe a little fight and struggle. To be taken.

“No, but I want to give it a shot.” You admit shyly. You blush from head to toe. The air in his apartment suffocating you. Heating you. Wrapping a hand around your neck – no, wait, that’s Andy. Andy caresses your jawline with his thumb, his blue eyes blown wide, and he nods, “before we get anything started, you need a safe word. It can’t be ‘no’ or ‘stop’, that could confuse me with you actually wearing out. Pick something short and irrelevant to sex. When you say it, it means a full stop to whatever I’m doing. Something you can remember and pronounce clearly. Something like fruit? Apple?”

“Yeah, apple sounds good.”

“Okay.” He pecks your lips, then orders you with a soft voice, “lie across my lap. On your stomach.”

He holds on to your shoulder to help you lie down. His jeans feel rough, even with a thin piece of dress between your body and his.

You don’t know where to put your arms, when he rubs the back of your neck and tells you to get comfortable.

You put your arms above your head, touching the soft material of the couch.

He moves your body slightly, for your ass to perch up.

“It’s all about relaxing.” He runs a hand down your bare thigh, warming the cool skin under his palm. He explains calmly what he is going to do, when the muscles on your waist are no longer tense, and your body gains a rhythmic speed of breathing, “I’m going to spank you ten times. Start with a small swat, and I will go harder. Is that okay with you?”

“Yes.” You reply shakily.

“Shhh. Don’t be scared, sweet thing.” He lands a kiss on your spine, his hand still massaging your thighs, his other hand spread over your upper back, giving you the soothing warm you need, his voice dropping to a whisper, “you can always safe word when it’s too much.”

Your body melts to his touch.

“One more thing.” He mutters, “could you be a good girl for me and count your spanking?”

The first slap is nothing more than a small pat on your right cheek. Even so, you count as he asked you to: “One.”

“One, Sir.” He corrects you, flipping the thin piece of dress to your waist as you unmistakably feel his shaft hardens under your soft stomach.

Bet he didn’t see your black lacy panties coming, huh?

“One, Sir.” You repeat what he says, biting your lower lip to stiffen a giggle.

The next blow comes harder to your bare flesh. A smack with no actual force. There’s not even a sting.

“Two, Sir.” You breathe steadily as he trails his left hand up and down your spine.

Somehow, you know the next blow is a real spanking instead of the last two playful swats.

A patch of sting blooms on your right cheek when he lands the third smack, dissipating quickly into your skin.

You let out a small squeal, “three, Sir.”

Your clit is aching for some touch. You press your thighs together for some comfort, but he stops your squirming with a warning pinch on your thigh.

“None of that.” He tuts, a hint of dominance in his voice, “getting needy, are you?”

Your whimper turns into another squeal when the fourth smack meets your cheek. The sting leaves for a longer period of time, still not truly painful.

“I asked you a question. I expect you to answer, sweetheart.” Andy squeezes your cheek with his fingers, kneading your ass as the pain grows fainter.

You grab onto the smooth sofa surface. The tinge of pain blooms into your wetness down your core. You crave something more at your entrance. Something stronger. Something harder.

“Four, Sir. Yes, Sir.” Your face flushed-red, abashed by your confession.

You yelp as the final blow to your right cheek paint your ass pink, even only for a couple of seconds. You forget all about counting his smacks as the buzz of pleasure leaves your body. Andy’s palm massages your tender skin slowly, turning you around to face him, “is that too tense for you, sweet girl?” His eyes nothing short of worry and concern, cerulean blue orbs filled with warmth.

His action speaks more than his words: Did he hurt you? Does he need to stop? Do you need to safe word?

“No. I’m good.” A shy smile hanging on the corner of your lips, “Sir.”

Andy closes his eyes and groans, “you’re going to be the death of me, sweetheart.”

He flips you over with one fluid motion, delivering the next five smacks on your ass as promised. He watches as your skin blooms with pink traces of his spanking, clenching his teeth when you count each one. His cock strained in his boxers, painfully hard. He wants to paint your pink ass with his cum, the milky substance drips down your thigh, making a mess on…

“Can I have some more… Sir?” You look over your shoulders, lifting your body from his lap slightly, “a little harder, maybe?” You chew on your lower lip, in anticipation of his answer.

You crave more, after your spanks. His blows are not enough. You want his hands to come down just a little harder. And deep down, you can tell he is still holding back. Probably because he’s afraid of scaring you.

Yet you want it.

You want him behind this façade. You want him for all he is. You want to see the worst he can do to you.

You are so excited about his unfiltered dominance.

Andy chokes on your request, but huffs out a laugh.

They were married for ten years, and Laurie refused his dominance for ten years.

Laurie never wanted any of this. Laurie never liked any of this. Laurie thought BDSM was sick.

Not like young people saying skateboards and weed kind of “sick”.

The other kind.

The bad kind.

So, he hid that side of him away from her, tucked it into a dark corner in his mind, locked it, and threw away the key.

While you.

You found the key.

You unleashed the beast inside him.

Feeding it more of your given-up control.

He nudges your elbow to have you lie back in place, and mutters, “since you’ve asked so nicely… three each. Be a good girl and remind me of your safe word, will you?”

“Apple.”

“God you’re perfect.” He combs your hair to the side, rubbing circles on your back, planting a small kiss on your lower waist.

A loud smack has your body spasm, your nails bite into your palm, and you wince for the first time.

This is exactly what you need. What you want. What you crave.

“One, Sir.”

The sharp pain spreads with the numbing sensation. The shade of dark pink stays on your skin. Pain blend into pleasure, shooting sparks down your core. Andy kneads your ass until it doesn’t hurt anymore, which is only a matter of seconds.

Smack.

“Two, Sir.”

He could see the palmprint, covering the previous spank, leaving a beautiful pink imprint. He doesn’t wait to deliver the third blow.

“Ah-Three, Sir.”

Your ass is numb. Smack overlapping smack is both pleasure and torture to your delicate skin.

Three more smacks on your other cheek, and you know your core is leaking. The wet patch of lace clings to your soaking pussy, making you want to squirm.

“Fuck.” He pulls you close to sit on his lap, devouring you in a searing kiss, “fuck, you’re so good for me baby.” Andy rests his forehead with yours. Your pussy grinds over his bulge, when his hand kneads your ass. “I want you, Andy,” you moan into his mouth, your lips burning for his beard, but that’s what you want, “I want you, Sir. Please.”

Succumbing to his needs. Succumbing to his wish.

He makes it all so easy.

He makes you thirsty for more.

Andy wants to take you, right here, right now.

Rip you to pieces just to put you back together.

But no. The Couch isn’t the nicest place to take you.

“Bed.” He pants into your hair, kissing your temple, “bedroom.”

A tangled mess of limbs, groping, and kissing brings the both of you to his bed.

You are out of the restraints of your clothes in no time, eager to pull him down for more kisses, dragging him down, grasping the base of his neck, clawing his back.

Even if you are occupied with his kisses, your hands tell you all about his body.

He is built. Strong. Muscles flex under your touch. He has pecs, but you don’t bother counting them with your fingers, reaching for his shaft. Pumping it in your hand.

His thick girth twitches, oozing pre-cum, damping your palm, when he looks you in the eyes. Lip swollen, pupils blown, Andy gazes into your eyes, breathing out one single thing: ”Safe word?”

“I’m good. No need.” You giggle to pull him to your lips again, when he flips you over single-handedly, his shaft pressing against your ass. The pink shade on your skin long gone.

He puts a condom on, before covering your body with his, your back to his chest, “fuck, I want to spank your ass sore till you can’t sit on a damn chair without thinking about me.” He pushes himself into your tight channel entirely, hissing, groaning, kissing your shoulder and neck.

It is a fucking dream come true.

You pinned under his large frame, taken, fucked. Fisting the sheets, the pillows, his arm, his bicep. Your hips arched up, being pounded into. His balls smacking your clit. His hand sneaks around your throat, holding your chin so he can kiss your neck easier. His other hand holding your waist, gripping so hard it might bruise.

He doesn’t care.

No, he cares. He wants bruises. He wants you sore. He wants you pumped full of cum.

Slick runs down your thighs, gushes out of your pussy.

You have never been fucked this hard.

Tears slide down your cheeks, dampen your hairline, as you are being rutted into. His tip brushes your cervix. Ramming you into the mattress.

Rearranging your guts.

“Jesus. Fuuuck-” You moan into the sheets – his hand when he starts losing grip. When your bodies are slick with sweat. When his hand slide to your chin.

You didn’t mean to dart out your tongue, but you taste the salty sweat in his palm. Engulfed in his cologne.

You suck on his finger. His thumb, to be precise. Toying it with your tongue and swollen lips. Biting it when he rams into you.

He sputters a curse, “fuck, you’re trouble.”

Andy smears your saliva on your lips and your chin, pulling out his thumb so that he could hear your moans and whimpers, “poor pussy will be ruined tomorrow.” He rasps into your ear, “tell me, who’s making you feel this good?”

“You, Andy.” You choke on a scream, “you. Sir. Professor. You.”

He rams into you harder every time you squeak a new word for him, for all of him.

He bites your shoulder and rubs harshly on your clit, his dick twitching, cumming, shooting ropes of cum into the thin piece of rubber. Your walls pulsate. Creaming his dick. White hot pleasure burns to the very tip of your nerves.

He quickly throws away the condom before climbing back onto the bed with you. Panting. Breathing rapidly. Having an arm around your shoulders as you flip yourself over on your back.

“You did great, baby.” He murmurs to your hair, kissing the top of your head. He knows it probably doesn’t bother you anymore, but he has to ask, “does your ass still hurt?”

“No.” You rub your chin on his bicep, looking into his warm blue eyes, “not bad yourself, Professor Barber.” You smirk, teasing him a little, “you make a great teacher. Even outside of class.”

He chuckles at your words, capturing your wandering hand for a kiss, “well, I’d give you a B+ or even an A. Though we should probably work on your-”

You smack his arm, “ANDY!”

“OH, okay. B then, for your attitude.” He raises his brows to your “challenge”, earning another playful smack.

You push yourself up on your elbow, hogging most of the sheet because he annoys you, “is there any chance to…” your fingers circle his chest in a seductive way, “I don’t know… argue my marks?”

Andy pulls you down for a kiss, grinning in contentment with you in his arms, “lemme see your efforts. Perhaps I’ll change my mind for my favorite straight-A student.”

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unhappycylinder · 3 months

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Gonna Be Trouble (Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x fem!Reader) Pt. 11

WC: 1.6 k

no warnings

the reunion finally happens

The carrier was finally docked, hoards of sailors fled the vessel as wives, husbands, parents, and children flocked to the water’s edge to get their first glimpse of their loved ones in over 3 months. The aviators often weren’t the first ones off, so you and a now heavily pregnant Gabby waited patiently in Rooster’s bronco.

“Look I love my husband but I’d sooner die than stand out in the cold waiting for thousands of men who may or may not be my husband to get off a damn boat” Gabby groaned, running her hands over her baby bump.

“I haven’t seen any flight suits walk off yet,” you peered through a pair of binoculars Rooster kept in the glove compartment, “once we see them we can head over”

“Ugh,” she exclaimed, “Fine, but I’m gonna complain the whole walk down, I hope you know”

“Oh Gabby…I know” you chuckled.

Coming down on long weekends was routine at this point. Gabby insisted on paying for your flights, you always refused, yet somehow a plane ticket always appeared in your phone wallet a couple days prior to each holiday weekend. This one was special though. Jake’s arrival coincided with MLK day, and you had come down as soon as possible to ensure you were there to welcome him home.

You’d be lying to yourself if you said you weren’t petrified at the idea of seeing him again. Yes you were back together, and yes you had been talking on the phone every chance he had, but things still didn’t feel normal. His behavior still hurt and worried you, and even though he promised to never hurt you again, you couldn’t help but wonder if he would keep up the pattern when he got home. After all, college wasn’t over for another four months, and in the history of your relationship with Jake, long breaks in seeing each other hadn’t exactly been the healthiest in the past.

Gabby reclined against the headrest of the driver’s seat, “just wake me up when they’re here”

Chuckling, you agreed, and continued to peer through the binoculars as sailors and their luggage came down the carrier ramp.

After what felt like years, you finally spotted the green flight suits that you were oh so familiar with, and through the binoculars you could make out the faint details of mustaches on the faces of many of the aviators.

“Gabby I see Rooster,” you squealed, moving a hand from the binoculars to wack her thigh.

“Hm?” She hummed, still asleep.

“Your husband is here bitch,” you said flatly, making her laugh.

“Ughhhh okay lets go get the idiots.” She said as she slid out the door of the bronco. You stored the binoculars before doing the same.

“This marks the end of our peace,” Gabby joked as you both walked from the parking lot to the greeting area, “and the end of my spending rampage”

“That’s the worst part huh,” you laughed

“You know it…let’s just hope he forgets to check his credit account when he gets home,” she inhaled, shaking her head.

As you made your way to the crowd of people greeting their family members, the anxiety about seeing Jake for the first time swelled. Gabby grabbed your hand, sensing your feelings, to let you know that she was there to support you. Taking a deep breath, you and Gabby scanned the incoming sailors for your men. Rooster was quick to spot you, you standing several inches taller than your friend, and a bright smile broke out on his face as he picked up speed to get to you two.

“I see Rooster,” you said to Gabby, her face lighting up at the mention of his name

Seconds later Rooster broke through the crowd, his hair slicked back and his mustache freshly trimmed. He stopped a couple feet from Gabby, eyes scanning up and down her form, taking an extra second at her belly when he saw just how far along she was. Tears welled in his eyes as they met hers, which were now brimming with tears as well.

“Don’t just stand there pendejo,” her words quivered, “get over here”

Rooster rushed to embrace her, his bags dropping to the ground as his strong arms held his wife close, his calloused hands pulling her towards him from her lower back. You smiled at the couple as they embraced…despite how much they teased each other and complained, they loved each other more than words could ever describe, and they were gonna be great parents.

Rooster came down to capture Gabby’s lips in a passionate kiss, which they remained in for an impressively long time without coming up for air. His hands ran all over her back, taking in every inch of his wife while pushing the appropriate boundaries of what he could touch in public.

Grinning at the happy couple who still had yet to let go of each other, you failed to notice the group of five other flight-suit-clad aviators who had appeared behind you. The sound of a man clearing his throat broke you from your trance. Turning around, you were greeted by Jake….and his new mustache.

Fuck he looked hot.

Tears sprang from your eyes instantly, your feet taking off running towards him before you could even command them to do so. You launched yourself into his arms, his hands scooping you up by your ass as your legs locked around his waist and your face nuzzled into his neck.

“Oh y/n,” he hummed into your hair, sending a shiver down your spine, “I’ve missed you darlin’”

He rocked from side to side, his hands gripping your ass tighter the longer you held on. You couldn’t stop yourself from sobbing no matter how hard you protested. Finally lifting your head from the crook of his neck, you grasped the sides of his face with your hands.

“You have a mustache,” was all you could croak out. Jake laughed, his smile curling the ends of the facial hair, making you die a little inside.

“Yeah, doll, I do,” his accent sounded sweeter than you remembered, “you like it?”

“Fuck Jake,” you kissed him briefly, pulling away before he could deepen the kiss, “I love it”

“Come here,” he grumbled, pulling you down by the base of your neck to meet his lips, your mouths working together as you made out with him. Cheers erupted from the other aviators, who had, unbeknownst to you, been watching the whole ordeal unfold.

“I missed you so much,” you cried to him as he set you down, enveloping you in his strong arms once your feet were on the ground.

“I know baby, I know. I missed you like crazy,” he kissed the top of your head, “I’m so sorry Y/n…for everything” he whispered into your ear.

You sighed, pulling away to look him in the eyes. He meant it, you could see that, “its okay. We’re okay, right?”

“You tell me, gorgeous, do you forgive me?”

“Yeah, Jake, I do.” You played with his mustache, making him smile.

“Alright y’all are making me sick,” Phoenix cut in, snaking an arm around you and pulling you away from Jake into a hug, “I missed you, girl”

“Missed you too Tash,” you hugged her, rubbing her back gently as she whispered how annoying Jake had been while you were broken up.

“Please never break up with him again, I already can’t stand his attitude, but its so much worse when he doesn’t have you” she smacked your shoulder, walking over to Gabby to give her a hug.

“Payback,” you said, turning your attention to the other aviators who were now talking to Jake.

“Y/L/n,” he said, pulling you into a quick hug before stepping aside so you could give Bob and Fanboy a quick hug as well.

“Phoenix tells me my sweet Hangman here was extra annoying for you guys this trip,” you joked, smacking Jake on the chest as he welcomed you back into his embrace.

“Oh my god Y/n,” Rooster groaned, walking over to the group with Gabby under his arm, “you can’t ever give him the silent treatment again. Dear god-”

“We’d be at 20,000 feet and all you’d hear would be ‘do you guys think she’s really done with me’” Fanboy said in a high pitched voice, teasing Jake, making the other aviators laugh.

“Or he’d just sit there,” Payback interjected, already laughing, “in the mess hall, just stabbing his food over and over like he was in some drama movie”

“Bagman was in the dumps,” Bob quipped, making the group laugh harder.

You looked up to Jake, who was laughing along with them, his smile laced with hints of remorse and regret. You shook him a little in your embrace, drawing his attention to you.

“Don’t worry guys, I’m never letting him out of my sights ever again,” you said while looking directly at Jake, he smiled a thankful smile

“We’re all holding you to that, babe,” Phoenix said, slapping you on the back, “now who’s coming to the hard deck tonight?”

“All of us,” Gabby chimed in, “Rooster’s gonna be drinking for two,” she rubbed her baby bump.

The aviators cheered for Rooster and congratulated Gabby as you all walked back to the parking lot. Jake’s arm stayed tight around your shoulder, never letting you drift more than an inch from his side.

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randomshyperson · 2 years

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Layoffs and Misunderstandings - Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: You and Wanda have been best friends for years, and keeping a job doesn't seem to be your strong suit. But maybe this time will be different, and no buried feelings should get in the way of that.

Warnings: (+18) explicit language, clothed sex, thigh grinding, bottom!wanda, heavy make-out, kissing, high school AU with age unspecified, allusions to eating disorder, bestfriends to lovers, bad jokes and a few easter eggs, mentions of past-relationships || Words: 7.445K

A/N-> I had this idea yesterday and wrote it down while working, so forgive me for any mistakes. It's something short(ish), and it has some open points in the story because apparently I have a soft spot for series. Hope you like it, I missed writing AU and Friends to Lovers.

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--//--

"If you don't come down in thirty seconds, you will need to find another job."

You rolled your eyes at your best friend's message, biting back a smile as you finished putting on your uniform jacket before grabbing the small electronic device from the nightstand. You made your way through the window, already able to see the silhouette in the distance of the smaller girl waiting at the entrance of the building as you made your way down the fire escape until you reached her.

"Good morning, Wanda, you look beautiful today." You greeted her with a slight tease, knowing she must have been annoyed by your lateness. Confirmation of that came with a pinch on your ribs, although Wanda muttered a ‘don't try to flatter me’ before she started walking.

Your new job was not far away. You and Wanda had landed two positions at the Falcon's Bowling House, and although the uniform was ridiculous, it paid decently and the supervisors were siblings who were kind enough not to mind you and Wanda studying around when possible.

It was your ninth job since high school started. As fate would have it, you had a bad track record in keeping these jobs. The first time it happened, Wanda didn't work with you, even though she was directly linked to the cause of your resignation. You were working as a waitress in a local coffee shop, and some idiot thought it was funny to harass you, and Wanda - who was visiting you on her lunch break - flipped the coffee jug over the idiot customer's head. The commotion escalated to the point where employees of the laundromat across from the coffee shop where Wanda worked came to watch the fight, and you and she ended up out of jobs.

It seemed to become a pattern after that. No matter what, you and Wanda always ended up losing your employment. Whether it was arguments with bitchy customers to your disastrous unrequited crushes on your supervisors (it happened twice, and Wanda mocks you about it every chance she gets), you and she simply weren't employed for more than three months.

But you were trying to stay optimistic about the Wilson's. Soon the admission letters would arrive, and you and Wanda would leave Westview for college. It would be nice to be able to save some money while you still can.

"Have you had lunch, detka?" Wanda asked, arm intertwined with yours on the way to the bowling store.

You skipped a puddle of water from the previous night's rain, laughing along with her before answering:

"Nah, I wasn't hungry." You said, which caused the girl next to you to grimace slightly.

"Dorogoya, you need to eat" She retorted but you just shrugged, which made the other girl sigh. "Let's get something to eat at the bowling alley snack bar. That's not a request." She clarified in the last sentence when you hesitated.

Soon, the two of you arrived at your new workplace. The bowling alley was decent, typically American, and empty at this hour because it was not yet open.

Sam Wilson was waiting for you at the entrance with a glass of soda.

"Hey, new girls, good afternoon." He greeted the smiling boy. "Ready to get started?"

Once you and Wanda agreed, he introduced you to the place for a few minutes before explaining your tasks. When you had a few minutes, Wanda dragged you into the cafeteria and you had something to eat before parting for each of you to attend to your duties.

The bowling alley opened at two in the afternoon, and as soon as it did, you felt a soft anxiety rise in the pit of your stomach at the image of teenagers entering. But you met Wanda's gaze from across the room, finishing setting up some pins in the lane, and she smiled and gave you a wink for confidence, and you felt better immediately.

As your shift went on, you concluded that working there was less tiring than at the Café five months ago, but it was stressful to see how many of your schoolmates were present.

Fortunately, your first day ended very well. Without any confusion or fights, and you and Wanda returned home together, arms linked, gossiping about everyone you saw and laughing at each other's comments.

As soon as you arrived at the entrance to the Apartment Complex where you live, you stepped aside to say goodbye, performing an exaggerated bow as if Wanda were royalty that made her laugh.

"Thank you for your lovely company, princess." You joked, smiling at the way Wanda pulled the ends of her ketchup-dirty bowling uniform - she had been working in the cafeteria all day - like an imaginary dress. "Looking forward to our next date, at that hospice we call a school."

Wanda laughed but raised a finger in warning at you as she began to walk away to the side of your building. "Don't forget the article for Ms.Harkness. She'll eat your liver if you're late again."

"I can play dead..." You joke and burst out laughing when Wanda grimaces and looks ready to punch you.

Even after you have already arrived at your apartment, and have left your keys in the doorway and taken off your shoes, your mind keeps going over the previous interactions, the jokes that made your stomach hurt, and the smiling face of your best friend. That's probably why you were smiling too, and of course, it's totally platonic. Your brother doesn't think so.

"By the look on your face, you were with the neighbor." Andrew teased from the living room armchair. He had his legs on the table, and his hands were occupied with the video game controller. The same position as Tom, but the younger man was on the carpet.

Your smile vanished immediately, giving way to a grimace.

"What is that supposed to mean?" You grumbled as you took off your jacket and your brothers exchanged giggles.

"Nothing." They replied in unison, their gazes glazed on the television. You rolled your eyes impatiently and made your way to the kitchen.

You found a note from Tobey, your older brother, about dinner being on the stove and his shift ending at dawn, but you paid no mind to food and made your way to your room.

Your thoughts immediately returned to Wanda, and you scratched the back of your neck absently. You couldn't understand why your brothers were being strange about it. You and Wanda had known each other since you were a child when her family moved from Sokovia to Queens, and even though the apartment was on another block, you and Wanda always ended up on the same playground. She and her twin brother - Pietro, who was closer to your brothers than to you - went to the same school too, and the friendship only grew over the years. Wanda was your favorite person, and there was nothing strange about smiling when you remembered her jokes. Andrew and Tom were trying to annoy you, you concluded during the shower.

And if because you were busy mentally repeating that nothing was wrong, you forgot your homework.

—---///—---

You had a detention calendar in your hand, but you had your face hidden in Wanda's lap as she smooshed your hair.

"I can hear your thoughts, and I know you want to say I told you so." You murmured against her stomach with your eyes closed, hearing Wanda laugh softly.

"If you could really hear my thoughts, you would know that I am about how it is possible that Kate is a worse gay disaster than you." She retorts, and you open your eyes with a grimace. Wanda was looking straight ahead, and you adjust to follow the direction of her gaze, noticing that a few feet away, your friend Kate Bishop is visually having trouble holding a conversation with her long-time crush, Yelena Belova.

You and Wanda had a free period because you dropped Mr. Pym's class in the second year, and the next periods didn't start for another fifteen minutes. Wanda found a corner in one of the corridors, and you were a little depressed about the amount of detention you received from Miss Harkness, and seeing your expression, she pulled you to her, and that's how you ended up in this position - your head on her lap, and your legs outstretched. Wanda's fingers scratch your scalp and almost succeed in making you fall asleep.

"What do you think they're saying?" You ask, turning your gaze back to Wanda. She bites back a smile, still looking forward although her fingers continued to move between the strands of your hair.

"Oh Yelena, I can't stop talking about you, my friends can't take it anymore." Wanda jokes around doing a very bad and exaggerated imitation of Kate, who gets a loud laugh out of you. She looks down, laughing too. "Please be my girlfriend. I love you so much." She continues and you both giggle together.

"So you finally had the courage to confess?" Someone suddenly interrupted, and you and Wanda exchanged confused chuckles as Natasha Romanoff put her hands in her jacket and leaned her shoulder on the wall. "I'm just messing with you guys, obviously." She merely clarifies when you and Wanda let out confusing questions. Neither of you insists any further. "What's this, Kate's finally making a move?"

"I'll bet you five bucks she won't." You say quickly, and Natasha makes a thoughtful expression, looking at the couple ahead and seeming to try to read their expressions to decide. Wanda raises an eyebrow at you.

"What money are you going to bet with, moya lyubova?" She teases and you huff in false offense, crossing your arms which makes Wanda laugh before smiling affectionately at you.

Natasha looks ready to answer the bet for as soon as she sees the way Wanda is looking at you, she takes on a new expression.

"I might bet on another couple." She says mysteriously, and Wanda looks away before you can catch her looking, and you end up getting confused by the whole intersection.

"Yeah? Who?" you ask, and to your surprise, Natasha hesitates. She looks at Wanda for a second before forcing a smile.

"I came here with a mission actually." She begins. "You know Carol Danvers, from the Football team? She asked me about you."

You frown in surprise, and sit up, missing the way Wanda hesitates and swallows dryly because you are absorbing the revelation.

"Carol Danvers? The most popular girl in this school? You're shitting me, Romanoff." You retort incredulously, but Nat laughs, shrugging.

"Hey, I'm just the messenger girl." She justifies herself. "And Carol's no celebrity, she's just a pretty girl who happens to be popular. It's no big deal. We were in calculus class, and she came up to me and asked me in the most casual way she could if you and I were friends."

You let out an embarrassed grunt. "Oh my God! Are you really sure? And what did you say?" You questioned already getting up and getting another laugh from Nat who immediately narrated the whole interaction.

"[...] So maybe, I'll bet on another couple by the end of the year." Commented the redhead.

"That's so cool, she's like so pretty! And remember when we played together in first grade? Maybe that's why she was always so nice to me, even after I left the team..." You began to theorize, and despite the amusement of Nat, who murmured to you to try not to raise so many expectations, there was an uneasiness growing in the pit of Wanda's stomach.

She stood up shortly after you did, and once the story was properly explained, she crossed her arms and forced a smile.

"Our class is about to start, let's get inside before it ends in more trouble." She tells you giving a gentle tug on your blouse, and you don't notice anything strange because you were too excited about the whole thing.

Wanda doesn't pay much attention to your comments on the grounds that she needs to concentrate on class, and you immediately apologize but take nothing personally. Maybe you should do the same as her, actually.

But when school ends, you have detentions and Wanda just says goodbye by text message, saying she was going home to help Pietro, you think she's distant.

—---///—---

Unlike you, Kate Bishop had managed to ask a girl out. She and Yelena were going casual and it was working as far as you know since, in the last few weeks, the presence of Natasha's little sister has been bigger and more constant in your group of friends.

While for you, even though Carol Danvers is a frequent customer at the bowling alley, every time you have the opportunity to ask her out, you lose your nerve. It's Danvers' fault, you decide. She turned out to be completely different from what you expected. Carol was a very popular girl, but apparently, this had to do with her best friend Maria Rambeau, who had way better social skills, than you and Carol.

Of course, you thought it was adorable that the blonde blushed and stumbled over her own words, being a bit evasive about basically everything, but it is also a little frustrating that she was completely dense to flirting.

You were about to give up on this whole story, when almost four weeks since it began, Carol finally appeared alone - that is, without the company of her other friends - at the cafeteria counter.

The place was half empty at that time, and as soon as you saw the blonde approaching, you did your best to improve your appearance and your gaze ran around the place after Wanda. The brunette was back to her normal self; she didn't say much about Carol, she would listen to you make comments about your failed dating attempts, but didn't offer exciting opinions on the subject like Kate or Yelena. And excluding this dating thing, nothing changed between the two of you.

As soon as the brunette met your gaze from the sneakers counter, she smiled, but seeing your expression and soon realizing Carol's presence, she looked away and busied herself with cleaning an apparently already shiny counter.

Carol offered you a gentle smile as you reached the counter.

"Hey Parker, how are you doing?"

You smiled too, telling her everything was fine while mentally repeating that this was the time. Carol didn't make you feel anything like in the movies, such as butterflies in your stomach or whatever, the most you had was the common nervousness of social anxiety. But you figured the movies must be silly, or maybe things would happen when you and she went out together.

As soon as the blonde in front of you's orders were ready, you went to the counter holding French fries and a soda.

"Thanks." She murmured smiling again, and you built up the courage.

"Hey, can I ask you something?" You blurted out all at once, and Carol, who was already turning around with her orders, looked at you again with a certain amount of curiosity.

"You just did." She joked, but you only gave a short laugh, twiddling your fingers together.

"Do you want to, uh, go somewhere?" you began awkwardly, feeling your face burn. Carol's confused expression didn't help. "If you're free, of course! L-like to the movies or, I don't know, the mall..."

"Oh, sure, I think the girls would love a new place-"

"N-no." You interrupt embarrassedly, shaking your head. Carol blinks in confusion, "I meant just the two of us."

"Oh, like a date." She murmurs in genuine surprise, and you bounce slightly in anticipation, nodding in agreement. But Carol hesitates, clearing her throat and setting down the food items on the counter before looking at you again. "I'm sorry, Y/N, I don't...I like someone else." You nod frantically, shame filling your chest that you try to sink down. "I didn't know you looked at me like that. I didn't..." Carol tries clearly clumsily, placing a hand on your neck. "I'm sorry. You're very nice, really. But I don't... I actually like Natasha." You blink in shock at the revelation, but Carol clears her throat and takes the orders again. "Again, sorry. I hope this doesn't make things awkward between us. Like I said, I think you're really nice, but as a friend." Said the blonde, smiling briefly before leaving the counter.

You stared at the empty place for a good few minutes until the next customer appeared and you had to blink away the shock and get back to work.

As soon as your shift ended, however, you were practically running away from the Bowling alley. Wanda didn't understand your rush, but a tall boy was asking her something about school and you said you needed to go home, so you ended up leaving without her.

The way back alone without Wanda and her sarcastic jokes didn't make you feel any better about that day.

–//–

Friday arrives in a rush, mostly because you think you're just moving in the automatics.

Carol is a nice girl, but she's still terrible about keeping secrets, and somehow, the news that she rejected you runs all over school, and everyone seems to decide to believe the rumor they find most amusing, even though Danvers - when asked - claims it was a cute misunderstanding.

Natasha apologizes as soon as she hears about the story. She is evidently embarrassed, but you assure her that it's okay, and are quite content to torment her for not realizing that Danvers was hitting on her.

It is at school that you discover that the tall boy talking to Wanda on Wednesday is named Vison Jarvis Stark, and he was asking if she were from the same school because he was interested in calling her to his brother's party, to which you and all the girls were eventually invited as well.

Romanoff is very excited to go because the entire soccer team, and that includes Carol, are going to the party, and she confirms her attendance as soon as she finds out about that. You, however, are not in the least bit excited about going to watch some college freshman flirting with Wanda. And you have no idea why the idea bothers you so much, maybe it's the possibility that Wanda will choose Jarvis' college and change all plans about you two going to NYU together just for him.

"Are you really sure you don't want to go with us?" Wanda asks - God she looks absolutely gorgeous in her party outfit, her leather jacket, and her red skirt - from the fire escape of your room. You are thankful that you chose to sit on the ledge because you don't think your legs would have held you upright when the scent of Wanda's soft perfume arose as you opened the window.

"I'm sure, cupcake." You say forcing a smile. "By the way, you look amazing. I'm almost jealous of Hearing boy."

Wanda laughs softly with pink cheeks. "His name is Vision." She corrects but you just bite back a smile, staring at her. She returns your intense gaze a moment later, and you feel your heart miss two beats. So you look away.

"I'm going to stay around. Maybe finish Stranger Things or some vampire series. I hear Netflix has a sapphic one now." You tell her, and Wanda nods half hesitantly.

"We haven't talked about Carol yet." She declares suddenly, surprising you. "I just want you to know that I am here. If you want or need, to talk about that. Okay?"

Your chest fills with warm affection. Wanda is always so considerate. She seemed to have some problem with the blonde, maybe she didn't really like her. But here she was, being your best friend and reminding you that she is here for you.

You smile, nodding. "It was okay, it's not like I've never been rejected before, right?" you joke, deflecting the seriousness of the subject and Wanda frowns slightly. But you stand up and force another smile. "Go on, Maximoff. Don't be late, or you'll miss your ride. You just tell Sight boy to bring you home before ten."

She smiled at your teasing about the name, and nodded, looking at you for a second before waving and starting to descend the stairs.

You made your way to the safety of your blankets, where you found it possible to ignore the bitterness of seeing your friend going off to meet another boy.

–//–

The soft sounds of something tapping on your window caught your attention away from the movie you were watching. You sighed softly, it was so warm and comfortable, but still, you didn't mind pushing the covers away and going to open the window - closed a few hours ago when the night wind started to bother you - to allow your best friend in.

"Hey pretty girl, how was the party?" You asked as soon as you made room for Wanda to enter, and because you were going back to bed, you didn't notice the other's rosy cheeks from the nickname or the way she looked at you.

"It was nice, a little boring without you." She replied but you just giggled, muttering that Wanda was sweet before burying yourself in your blankets again. Wanda shifted the weight of her feet with hesitation. "Hey, Y/N?"

"Huh?" You asked distractedly, setting the laptop back on your lap with the movie paused.

"Can I sleep here?"

You gave her a sideways smile. "And since when do you have to ask?"

Your response made her smile, and Wanda quickly worked to remove her shoes and jacket before moving to the bed, the two of you exchanging complicit giggles as you pulled the covers up for her to join you.

"What are you watching?" She asked beside you, snuggling up so she could see the screen as well.

"I let Netflix pick it out for me and ended up on this." You replied pointing your chin lightly. "Angry white cowboys."

Wanda breaks into a laugh, but you can't do more than smile half breathlessly, suddenly very aware of how she was practically lying on top of you, her head resting against your shoulder.

"It seems fun." Wanda murmured about five minutes into the film, and you offered a hum of agreement, though all you've absorbed in the last few minutes has been her perfume. There's a long pause between you; The protagonist shoots some bad guys during the bank robbery, and when the horses are running away, Wanda gets a little tense. "Vision kissed me."

Neither of you takes your eyes off the screen, but you are almost as tense as Wanda.

"Alright." That's what you mutter back, your fingers tugging at loose threads under the blanket. "D-did you like it?"

Wanda gives a short, humorless laugh, straightening up to sit on the bed, and though you miss her warmth immediately, you say nothing.

"I punched him." She declares and you blink in surprise before giving a confused laugh.

"What?"

She grunts in embarrassment, shaking her knees. "I don't know, I just panicked." She confesses half annoyed. "One minute we were talking to everyone around, then he said he wanted to give me something. He took me into a corner and tried to start another conversation, and I went to answer about college and he was all over me. I punched him because it was so sudden!"

You laughed, because how could you not? Wanda's grimace made you shake your head guiltily and stop, however.

"Sorry, it's just that, you're a disaster darling." You teased sitting up too and Wanda, though laughing softly, pinched you in the ribs.

"I know, it was awful." She muttered.

"And what happened then?" You asked curiously, and Wanda sighed softly.

"I apologized of course, but half the party was already staring at us. So I decided to leave, hoping I wouldn't have to deal with such humiliation until Monday." She retorts and you grimaced softly, reaching out to pull Wanda by the shoulders to you. She hugs you back in the same second, hiding her face in your neck.

"I'm sorry, baby." You say to her, feeling her squeeze you tighter. A thought occurs to you, and despite the way your heart flutters, you handle asking, "Hey Wands?" You call out to her, and she hums as a sign that she's listening. "If you hadn't panicked, would you have kissed him back?"

Wanda tenses, and breaks the embrace, a confused expression stares back at you and studies your face. "Why are you asking me this?" She inquires instead of answering your question, and you force a laugh, trying to sound casual as you shrug.

"I guess I just imagined that in an alternate world, you're making out with Vision right now." You state with another embarrassed laugh, but Wanda frowns looking like she doesn't believe your words. "Anyway, I'm sure you two can clear things up at school. The guy would be a real idiot to let a girl like you get away... God, can you stop looking at me like that? It's so disconcerting." You let go at once, your cheeks burning at the look on her face. Wanda's face turns red as well, but she doesn't look away.

"I don't wanna make out with Vision. " She confesses and you swallow dryly because she is looking down at your lips.

“Who do you wanna make out with then?” You manage to ask in a shaky whisper and instead of answering, Wanda breaks the distance.

Her lips, though hungry, were so soft. Wanda's hands settled on your shoulders, and she pressed against you, a deep sigh escaping her lips as you kissed her back with the same intensity.

It seemed absurd that you had gone so long without doing this. So many slumber parties, and coming home together. So many moments with Wanda right next to you, and you could have had this all along? All those soft sighs, the feel of her lips or her hands squeezing you.

Wanda slid her tongue inside, wrapping it around yours and gaining dominance with ease and you melted.

It was so overwhelming, so good it was almost suffocating. Your hands moved forward, pulling her close until she was on your lap, the new closeness combined with the sensation of your tongues dancing together making your head spin.

The sighs gradually turned to low moans that made you shudder and squeeze her waist, which only encouraged other equally sinful sounds to escape from her lips that only parted when her mouth descended to your neck. Wanda was all over you, and still, it wasn't enough.

Your fingers were caressing the skin of her hips below the waist but you didn't venture upward. Wanda grabbed a handful of your hair and pulled your face back to hers, missing your mouth, but the action drew an affected moan from your lips that caused her to stare at you with completely darkened eyes for a second before she kissed you with more passion than before.

You only really understood how affected Wanda was when she adjusted herself on top of your thigh, and the skirt allowed you to feel her wetness leaking past the fabric into your pajamas. You broke a kiss with an aroused groan, pressing your hands on her hips to hold her in place against you as you hid your face in her neck, a shaky 'fuck' leaving your lips.

Wanda began to grind against your thigh and the sensation was almost as intoxicating as her lips. She grabbed onto your shoulders again, eyes closed tightly as she tried to ease the aching in between her legs.

Your mouth returned to her neck, and your hands on her hips tried to help her with her uncoordinated movements until Wanda had to bite down on your shoulder to muffle a whimper. Your whole body was vibrating with excitement at the feel of her warm wetness dripping onto your clothes.

"You're making such a mess, pretty girl." You gasped against her ear, and the husky tone and nickname were enough for Wanda to let out a long, affected moan, arching her body before she heaved against you. Your hands went to your thighs, and an impressed giggle escaped your lips. "Did you just...?"

Before she could confirm, someone knocked on the door and completely broke the bubble of arousal you two were in.

"Hey troublemaker, Andy said he saw Wanda climb through the window. We have rules about doors and yours is locked." It was Tobey, and Wanda was off your lap in record time, while you fumbled with the covers as you stood up. "Please don't tell me you're doing drugs, May's heart couldn't take that."He joked.

You rolled your eyes at the suggestion, and stumbled to the doorknob, hesitating as you remember what you were doing. You tried to adjust your crumpled clothes and tousled hair as best you could before opening it.

"Heey, Tobey, my favorite brother, good night." You greeted receiving an arched eyebrow and a sideways smile.

"Favorite brother? By god, this way I'm going to think you were actually doing drugs." He retorts, and through the door opening, nods to the girl inside. "Good evening to you too, Maximoff. Pietro said he was going to buy you guys a pizza by the way, because of Erik's shift at the factory. He asked me to let you know."

Wanda was better at disguising it than you were. Or at least smart enough to just nod, and you almost shuddered at the thought of how hoarse her voice must have been zooming after she came.

Oh my god.

Wanda. Your best friend Wanda. Who seconds ago just...?

"Are you okay? You look a bit pale." Your brother cuts you off with a worried expression.

"What? What are you talking about? I look great! It must be the cold or the heat? I don't know what makes you go pale." You babble, which only adds to the other's grimace.

"Jesus, little sister, what are you up to?" He cuts you off with a laugh. "You're really acting like you're doing something you shouldn't be doing in that room..." He teases and you choke.

"I-I wasn't!" You immediately deny it. "We weren't doing anything! Really, nothing. Just watching movies, like two good, platonic friends."

Tobey laughed confusedly, shaking his head. "You're so weird." He muttered waving goodbye to Wanda before turning away. You waited for him to disparate down the hallway to the downstairs before closing the door, but by the time you looked back, Wanda was already in her shoes and jacket again, ready to head downstairs.

"Wands, where are you...?"

"Sorry, I need to go home." She interrupted without meeting your eyes and was out of your room so much faster than the previous events had happened.

You looked down after a moment, the wet mark Wanda had left on your pajamas, and pressed two hands under your face, grunting a little.

What the hell just happened?

Of course, there wasn't any chance you'd fall asleep after that, and you spent the rest of the night until Sunday morning remembering the feeling of Wanda kissing you.

She didn't respond to your messages, and you tried to respect her time. There was no chance of this running your friendship since it was Wanda who started the whole thing, right?

But when the weekend was over and you were still without any replies from her, you started to worry that the chance was there.

—//—

Wanda was clearly avoiding you. Which should be an almost impossible task because besides going to the same school, and having the same group of friends, she still worked with you.

So when four whole days had passed since you two had kissed, and you hadn't had any real conversation beyond awkward greetings in the hallways, you'd think she'd be congratulated for pulling it off.

Of course, everyone noticed the blatant difference in your guys behavior, but you just dribbled out questions justifying that it was because of her studies. A lie that Natasha didn't buy one bit.

The redhead showed up at your work, and you had half a second to disguise that you were staring at Wanda across the bowling alley cleaning the lane, which didn't fool Romanoff very well.

"Hey Parker, what's up?" She started casually, leaning her arms on the counter you were tending.

"Hey, Nat, I'm doing fine, just a little tired. How about you?"

"Great. Carol and I are going to the movies later and I'll pick her up. I thought I'd say hi to my favorite couple first." She retorted and you gave an embarrassed laugh, feeling your face flush.

"Wanda and I aren't a couple." You muttered and Nat raised an eyebrow in fake confusion.

"Yeah, Kate and Yelena are at the Pizzeria next door, I was talking about them, but I guess your brain already imagines differently right?" she teases, and despite your flushed cheeks, you raise a finger at her.

"Idiot." You retort, and the redhead laughs, watching you try to pretend you're working when in fact you're just stealing glances at the brunette across the room.

"What's going on between you two anyway? Everyone has noticed that Wanda seems to be running away from you like the plague."

You let out a humorless laugh. "First, thank you Romanoff. That really helps my self-esteem." You joke, getting a soft laugh from her. "And second, we're fine, Wanda just needs a little alone time."

Natasha hums thoughtfully, resting her chin on one hand.

"Did you guys fight or something?" She insists, and you sigh softly.

"No, Nat."

"Not even an argument?"

You laugh, shaking your head. "I swear we're fine." You say, but you're not even sure of that. Natasha even less so.

"It's just that..." She says half hesitantly. "You know what, it doesn't matter. If you say everything is fine, nothing is going to change that."

You frown at her words. "What would change that?"

Nat gives a short, confused laugh. "What, she didn't tell you? Yelena won't shut up about it, excited to know she's going to know at least someone in the uni." Natasha explains, but for your cluelessness, she clarifies," Y/N, Wanda said she's going back to Sokovia. To college."

You choke in surprise, looking away immediately. Wanda is still cleaning with headphones and looks too beautiful for someone who has simply thrown away all the plans you made together and was leaving without even telling you.

Your eyes filled with tears, but you weren't sure if they were from anger or sadness. Sniffling softly, you pushed the emotion away and forced a smile at the redhead surprised at your reaction in front of her.

"Well, good for her I guess. I imagine Pietro must have been happy, and Erik especially." You comment clearly trying hard to hide your emotion, and Nat looks at you with concern.

"Yeah, I guess so." She continues, and decide to risk one last thing: "Someone else was pretty happy about that by the way. Stark's brother, who's been trying to get another chance with her is going to be an exchange student in Sokovia, and he seemed super pleased about the news. Kate even thinks it was his idea in the first place."

You almost knocked the decorative items off the table, but you took a deep breath and tried to keep your expression impassive.

"Are you okay?" Nat asked, and you grunted softly.

"Of course. Incredible. Spectacular." You say quickly. "This news doesn't shake me at all.'

"Yeah, you're pressing the mouse pretty hard..." Natasha comments worriedly, and that's how you break down.

"Wanda kissed me!" You practically scream, and you are very grateful that it is closing time and the place is completely empty, apart from Wanda's headphones.

Natasha widens her eyes at the revelation. "Excuse me?"

You sigh deeply, sinking your face into your hands for a moment before speaking more calmly, "It happened on Friday, after the party. She came into my room and we kissed..." You explain and ignore the changes from confusion to excitement in Natasha's expression to add, "And she also, maybe, had an orgasm on my leg but that's not so relevant to the story."

"OH MY GOD." Natasha practically vibrates, squeezing your forearm to control her happiness and making you laugh softly. "No, wait, you guys have a whole make-out session and now she's going to another college? I got lost in the story."

You sigh in frustration. "Don't look at me, I don't even know how this all happened." You defend yourself. "One minute we were watching a movie, then suddenly we were kissing. And don't get me wrong, it was incredible! Like, really, really amazing. Wanda is so beautiful, and her lips are..."

"Parker, you're unraveling." Nat cuts in with a laugh and you blush and shake your head.

"I just mean she ran away. Like, literally." You say. "I wanted to talk about it, of course, but she ignored all my messages. And when I went to her apartment, she asked Pietro to say she wasn't in. I am trying to respect her time, but now I hear from you that she would rather move country than deal with what happened. So I don't know Nat, maybe I'm a terrible kisser or something."

Nat laughs softly, shaking her head. "I'm sure it's not that, Y/N. I think Wanda panicked. Like, she did that with a boy she barely knows who tried to give her a kiss at a party where almost everyone had been drinking. Imagine how it is with you, her best friend, the most important person in her life. Isn't Wanda kind of your safe haven and all that? I imagine that she was terrified at the possibility of ruining everything between the two of you because of a kiss. And of course, an orgasm."

You smiled weakly at the joke, your mind racing with Natasha's justifications. It all made sense and looking at Wanda again, it just clicked.

"I'm so stupid." You declared, but Nat pinched your arm.

"Hey, don't say that." She retorted seriously. "You two are just... dense, I guess. Clueless as hell. Wanda is a social mess, and although she's not that shy, she's terrible at these sorts of things. Remember when that Simon kid from first grade asked to carry her backpack and she thought she was getting mugged?" Nat recalls, earning you a soft laugh. "What I mean is that you two are honestly perfect for each other. Everyone could see it happening, now you just need to help Wanda realize that everything is alright. No more hiding."

You move one of your hands to hold Nat's on the counter.

"Thank you, Nat. Wish me luck?"

She laughs softly. "Luck? I'll wish you some nerve, I can't stand any more of you yellowing about acting on your feelings."

You roll your eyes, trying to mess up Nat's hair but she laughs as she moves away from your grasp. "Hey, I have a date to go on. Unlike you, I have some game." She teases one last time, laughing in farewell before blowing a kiss and turning to leave.

Your heart races in your chest as you face the distracted figure again, and you ignore your nervousness to walk over to Wanda.

But you hesitate just before and take a deep breath.

"Hey Wanda, I just wanted to say that I'm in love with you. No, that's too direct it's going to scare her. Maximoff, you and me in New York as we agreed. Okay, too aggressive. Wanda, I love you, be my girlfriend? My God, that's a mixture of the two..." You were babbling softly, trying to rehearse the best speech so as not to fumble with the words and make things worse with the brunette in front of you.

And without any clue, the song in Wanda's headphones ended about ten seconds before you approached her.

You were about to give up on the idea and return to your counter when Wanda turned around without meeting your gaze, hanging her headphones around her neck and holding her broom tightly. She took a deep breath to gather courage and raised her eyes to you.

"Are you really in love with me?" She asked and you choked softly. But then a breathless laugh escaped your lips.

"Wanda you know it's very rude to pretend to be listening to music on the headset when you're actually listening to the whole conversation." You reprimand her fakely, but Wanda looks at you in expectation.

"Please, did you mean it?" She insists and you smile, nodding.

"Of course, I'm in love with you, Wanda. How could I not?"

Wanda swallows dryly, shaking her head gently as her eyes fill with tears. "B-but you never said anything..."

"Neither did you." You retort with some amusement, taking one step and then another until your hands are on her cheeks. "I understand why. It's scary, isn't it? The uncertainty with someone who is so important. But if it makes you feel any better, I'm terrified too."

Wanda smiles tearfully, dropping the broom to the floor and running her hands around your waist.

"You don't have to be afraid, detka. I'll take care of you." She assures and you smile, moving closer to kiss her on the lips a few times. When you part, you both remain with your eyes closed. "In case it wasn't clear, I love you too. Like, a lot." Wanda confesses hoarsely getting an affected laugh from you.

"I had the vague idea." You joke, kissing what she was about to retort away until the girl sighs into your lips and clasps her hands around your waist. You both missed the feeling so much, and when Wanda slides her tongue against yours, you realize how much.

She kisses you even harder than she did on Friday, devouring your mouth and holding you as if she could run away at any moment. You wanted to say you weren't going anywhere, but Wanda slid her hand into your pants and all that came out of your lips were muffled moans in her mouth.

Somehow, the two of you ended up entwined in the bowling lane, kissing hard and needily, your clothes beginning to feel uncomfortable.

The jacket of Wanda's uniform ended up near the pins, and your mouth was marking her neck as your fingers tugged and stroked her hardened nipple. She was squirming beneath you, trying to grind against your knee in between your legs as she bit her lips to muffle the sounds.

"I don't even wanna know." Said a male voice cutting the moment complete, and you jumped away from Wanda in the blink of an eye. Sam was standing, looking away to give a little privacy to the public place you guys were doing. "Just hand in your badges at the front desk, please." He directs before turning around, shaking his head in disbelief.

You and Wanda exchange guilty giggles. "I can't believe we lost another job." Says the brunette adjusting her clothes and hair before getting up.

You laugh, shrugging your shoulders.

"At least I got a girlfriend." You comment, and despite the pink in her cheeks, Wanda raises an eyebrow in defiance.

"Is that so? I don't see a ring."

"I just lost my job, Maximoff, you won't be seeing a ring for quite some time." You retort in the same tone, receiving a giggle in return.

As soon as you leave your badges and uniforms on the counter of a disappointed Sam Wilson, you entwine your hand with Wanda's and lead her out the employee exit, the alley is empty and well lit, and you can see the bustle of the mall.

"How about, you and I have a real date tonight?" You suggest, stealing a few small kisses that make her smile.

"I've never been in one before." She confesses, needlessly really because you know that. You know everything about her.

"Well, I've only been on really bad dates, so I'm no reference." You retort with a small smile. "I think we can start our own thing. Something pretty original called Netflix and Chill."

Wanda laughs at your joke, bringing her hands to your neck and kissing you with intent. You understand that this is her response, and honestly, you're not complaining.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #elizabeth olsen x reader #bottom!wanda #marvel imagines #wanda maximoff #high school au

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steddieas-shegoes · 7 months

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omg hi-- can you do 89 for the writing prompts thingy? it made me almost laugh out loud at work & i think twould be very funny so !!<3

(also you are doing so good & i am loving what you're writing !!!!)

HI! This one is hilarious and I am so amused by the versions I've already read: 89. "YOU SENT ME PICTURES OF YOU NAKED WHILE I WAS IN A WORK MEETING!"

Rated M | tags: mention of nude pictures, language, allusions to sex, this is borderline a crack ficlet because it's funny and absurd, modern au, rockstar eddie, corroded coffin guys

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Steve hadn't moved from bed all morning, couldn't even try at this point.

He was a little sore from Eddie's homecoming last night, but that was to be expected when he'd been gone for a month.

But he could accomplish a lot in bed, even if Eddie had to go to some stupid meeting this morning with the band.

The photographic evidence of all the things he could accomplish were sent and Steve was just waiting for the hilarious emoji response that was sure to come.

But minutes went by and he got nothing.

Eddie had definitely seen the pictures, the little 'Read 10:06am' popup under the set of four images showing he'd seen them immediately.

By 10:15, Steve was sitting up in bed, biting his nails, a nervous habit he'd picked up during his senior year of college and hadn't been able to kick.

His phone started buzzing, Eddie's contact photo filling the screen.

"Eds?"

""YOU SENT ME PICTURES OF YOU NAKED WHILE I WAS IN A WORK MEETING!"

"No, I sent you four pictures of me naked while you were in a work meeting," Steve replied, smirking to himself.

"And you didn't think that maybe that wasn't the best idea? That maybe someone sitting next to me, or two someones sitting next to me, might see these pictures? That thought didn't occur to you?" Eddie sounded mad.

Which was something Steve wasn't used to.

No matter what, Eddie was never mad at him. He'd never raised his voice, never ignored him on purpose, never done anything to show anger.

Except now.

Steve bit his lip, pulling the covers over himself and curling into a ball.

Eddie sighed.

Steve could picture him running a hand over his face, tugging on his hair, closing his eyes, all the things he did when he was stressed.

"You look beautiful, Stevie, okay? I'm just, I'm stressed and the meeting was really important and our producer saw them. He's such a creep, and then Jeff accidentally saw them when he heard my phone vibrate, and he won't even look at me now, and it's just not good timing."

Steve nodded to himself. He probably should have thought about that, but honestly, he was so high on having Eddie back, he didn't consider much of anything beyond showing off how his morning was going.

"I'm sorry, Eds."

Steve wasn't crying, it was clear that Eddie wasn't actually mad at him, but his voice still came out a bit broken, a bit sad.

"Sweetheart, I promise I'm not mad about it. I'm gonna be home soon and I'll show you just how much I loved the pictures, okay?"

"Okay." Steve smiled to himself. "Maybe we could take some new ones together?"

"What, and send them to Jeff? He might leave the band," Eddie joked.

Joking was good, it was their baseline. Steve could handle joking.

"As if he hasn't been sneaking looks at my ass for years."

"Hey!" Jeff's voice yelled in the background. "It happened, like, twice!"

Steve giggled.

"It's okay, bud, it's very distracting," Eddie said to Jeff. "Let me just grab some coffee with the guys and then I'll be home to take care of you."

Steve let out a moan, tried to hide it in his pillow.

Eddie wasn't mad, but Steve heard the tone of his voice, knew exactly how he'd be taken care of when Eddie got home.

"I was gonna get dressed and go to the store," Steve lied.

"You won't. You'll stay right there." A door closed as Eddie spoke and Steve knew he'd just found a room to talk to him privately. "You won't put any clothes on, and you'll stay in bed with your fingers keeping you ready for me just like in that third picture you sent me."

Steve was gonna scream.

"But I was gonna run errands..."

"You aren't going anywhere until I've made up for the last month. We'll have food delivered. Got it?"

"Got it."

"Good." The door opened. "Do you want me to bring you any coffee?"

Steve snorted. "Nope, I think you'll keep me awake just fine."

"Why do you even have him on speaker right now?" Gareth's voice said, faked annoyance in his tone.

"Because I have my hands full!"

"We know!" everyone yelled.

"Not like that!" Eddie yelled back. Then, "Okay, a little like that."

"See you soon, baby," Steve smiled into the phone. "Sorry about the pictures."

"You can say you're sorry when I get home," Eddie replied. "Love you."

"Love you too."

When Steve ended the call, he was sent a steady stream of texts:

Jeff: i swear i don't look at your ass. it's a nice one tho

Gareth: literally i don't wanna look at eddie anymore please make him come home now

Gareth: seriously please he doesn't need coffee he's already annoying

Grant: that's a good angle

Eds: be home soon 😉

An image came through a few seconds later, one that was clearly taken while he was talking to Steve, probably when he hid in a room.

It was just a dark shot of Eddie's crotch, pants unbuttoned and unzipped, showing absolutely nothing.

Steve shook his head and replied: you're not very good at this. love you though.

He would just have to show Eddie how to get a good angle for his next attempt at sending something suggestive.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #make me write #modern au

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reidslovely · 9 months

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heyy! can you give us more about frat!peter?

totally!! I'm not sure what you wanna know though specifically so here's some word vomit i sent to my moot stella weeks ago. you guys should totally feel free to talk to me about any frat!peter headcanons and questions you have him and reader/bashful are my world rn and I could answer any question you have about him/her/them. but right here is a run down of only frat!pete and how I perceive him

Frat!Peter has the biggest ego but he's totally not a jerk..at least not once you get to know him. He's an engineering and biochem double major but he's taken journalism/photography electives and that’s where he and his gf met. He's automatically flirting with her and it's like dude come on..really?? Cause everyone knows about Peter Parker. He could have any girl he wants but he's never publicly dated anyone?? Weird. Maybe he's too good. Which makes her skeptical, so it’s like leave me alone totally not interested but he very quickly wins her over. The jerk side a total front and she is quick to discredit that rumor and let everyone know what a big soft teddy bear nerd he really is. (however it is not a front when it comes to his girl though stay twenty five feet away from her)

He definitely rushed with his friend as a joke and didn’t actually think he’s get in but turns out he’s a legacy (his dad and uncle ben both were members) and the guys think he’s a great pick and i mean it doesn’t hurt that the girls like him so come on how could they not let this dude in?? He does let it go to his head a little because it’s basically gonna pay for his college. How could he not get a little cocky and slacky. Besides for once in his life people like him and not just because he’ll get them a good grade on a project. However he does start to come down from this and gets his head out of his ass.

Yes he does still have his powers and is managing spider man, college, and his frat responsibilities. Which is why he had to step down from secretary to social chair sophomore/junior year. He totally showed up in the frat in his costume several times and his brothers chose to never mention it, it’s a secret that dies with them. Besides, their best friend is spider man?? How fucking cool.

His girlfriend does find out four months into the relationship when he shows up to their date dressed in the top of the costume and his button up not covering it at all and it finally explains so so sos os SO much.

Like stated previously he was elected secretary his sophomore year (first to happen) and had to step down to social chair later which he enjoyed much better cause their stuff was pretty much laid out in a rule book for them.

YES he does have a little (a freshman you mentor not the other kind of little) in my mind I aged Miles up a little bit to be his little freshie which ends up being super convenient when Miles ends up getting bit and they split spider man and other duties within the frat. But if not Miles I like to think he takes on carbon copy of himself when he first joined: angry, skeptical, and kind of shy and scared to reach out in fear of rejection and he teaches him that all these emotions are okay and valid but there are alot of good people in this community.

Speed run: he played on the lacrosse team very briefly until spider man got him thrown off- he rejoined later after Miles came into the picture, however he and the other guys are known for playing basketball on their front lawn and all the girls like to stop and watch (which drives his gf crazy and she has to make out with him to reclaim what’s hers and he eats that the fuck up.) As social chair he is obligated to work homecoming, and even though it’s not allowed since his gf is not in greek life he def asks her for help/ideas (his brothers know but they like him and his gf to much to care).

And yes he’s shocked that he's on the honor roll because how can he balance all this stuff and still come out? Maybe he is a genius, and slowly burning out.

That's all I got right now, please ask me more lore about frat!peter and or him and bashful/reader thank you that was my press conference

#tasm peter parker x reader #tasm peter #tasm peter imagines #tasm peter blurb #tasm peter x reader #frat!peter

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the-magpie-archives · 1 year

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so i saw your post about finding a dead body and having had even weirder things happen to you... care to elaborate any?

I do indeed care to elaborate! To start off with, all of this is true, but whether or not you believe it, it's pretty interesting.

So for a long time my friends and I have joked that I'm cursed because wherever I am weird stuff tends to happen. Sometimes this is just normal mundane odd things, weird coincidences or accidental predictions, but sometimes it's worse.

On that particular day I mentioned in my previous post I'd just started season 2 of tma and I made a silly joke about kinning Jon, thought nothing of it! This was back when I was in college so I went in for my classes, everything was fine.

Back then myself and a friend would walk around the city every day after class until around pretty late at night, which in hindsight was quite dangerous but we survived so how bad could it really have been!

Anyways, that day we went into Paddington Station to grab a coffee and upon entering saw a very dead man slumped on a bench. I won't go into detail but it was very clear there was nothing we could do for him. I'm as anti cop as the next person but in that situation there's not much else you can really do, so we found an officer, told him what was going on, and carried on going to get coffee. It sounds dismissive but we really had done everything we could do.

That was one of the most memorable times I've heard the 'Inspector Sans please report' announcement. There was never any investigation or report on the death, the guy looked homeless and like he'd overdosed so that's just not the kind of death that's newsworthy in a big city.

We decided to carry on with our usual daily walk, not really wanting to hang around the station after that. We ended up playing a fun little manifestation game as we walked, in which you basically decide an intention and walk whichever way you feel is right in the hopes of manifesting what you want. We weren't doing it seriously and my friend said we should try to find a celebrity, so I agreed, and we started. Neither of us said it to eachother at the time but we both felt uneasy about it.

We walked through Hyde Park and came out in Knightsbridge where we carried on walking. At this point the unease reached a peak point and we both admitted to eachother that we felt like something terrible was going to happen. Every car stopping and every person shouting felt like it would be the start of something awful, but what could we do except carry on?

We did carry on, for quite a while too. The feeling changed though, and i couldn't for the life of me shake the feeling that we were being watched, being followed, perhaps even compelled. I'm pretty big on spiritual stuff and I've been ghost hunting for years and this energy was NOT one that I liked at all. My friend was dead set on a certain route, down a particular street, and i DESPERATELY wanted to go that way too, but it just felt wrong. I had no reason to want to go that way, there was nothing interesting there!

At that point I stopped and told her I couldn't say why but that we should turn around. She really didn't want to, and i was worried we'd end up outright arguing in the street, but eventually she agreed. The second we turned round and started walking it started to rain. An insistent, heavy shower. It was weird, but that feeling of being watched left almost as soon as we were off that road.

It was around sunset by then, and we grabbed another coffee before splitting off to head home. My friend left to catch a bus, and i went to try and find the station. It had gotten dark, and Google maps said that Green Park Station was only a couple of minutes away, so I headed towards it, but my GPS was screwed up and I ended up taking a weird loop through the park itself and around the outside of The Ritz before I actually got there.

In that maybe 10 minutes of walking around alone, in the dark, even more strange things happened! For a start, in the park I nearly bumped into someone who was loudly chatting to their friend who just happened to be called Basira! I accidentally followed a cop to a little side entrance of the Ritz, and then managed to arrive at the station just in time to witness the aftermath of a bus accident!

Apologies for the long ramble, but that is the full story of that particular dead body, it's one of many adventures of the sort, and is definitely the sort of thing that made tma even more fun to listen to than it already is!

#Sorry it took me so long to answer this ask!! I wanted to answer it properly but I kept forgetting to!#Hopefully the answer is satisfactory 😌#If people actually enjoy these maybe I'll post more of them! There's certainly a lot I could tell.#It also kinda reads like a statement tbh #Very eye alligned statement #(not sure this really deserves the tma tag but it i s technically about it so it gets it 😌)#Tma #Magpie-answers #<- tag for if I'm ever brave enough to answer more asks

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Eddie's Best Friend - Gareth Emerson x Fem!Reader

Summary: You're at the music shop in Starcourt, goofing around with Eddie when Gareth comes in. You buy him drumsticks and he invited you and Eddie over for a movie night. (You're all college age)

Warnings: Fluff, Swearing, Quick Crushing. I think that's is.

WC: 1.2K ish

Part 2

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It was a lazy Thursday morning during summer break from college and you were sat in a chair, bass in hand, inside of the music store at Starcourt. You'd just gotten some new strings and decided to tune it there with the help of the employee which just so happened to be a friend of yours.

"Sounds good. Play me something, Sweetheart." Eddie smiled, making you roll your eyes. Eddie had quickly become a good friend of yours due to the amount of time you'd spent in the store, and having jam sessions at your place. You'd even considered that he was your best friend at this point. A big brother even.

"Only if you back me up with that." You pointed to the electric guitar left by another patron to be tuned by Eddie.

He nodded, grabbing it and tuning it quickly. His ear was honestly a gift with how quickly he could get the right tone out of any instrument in a matter of a moment. "Whatcha gonna sing for me today? Some Joan?" He teased.

You smirked at him, nodding. "Yeah, the one we just finished learning."

"Count it." He said, flexing his fingers.

"One, two, one, two, three four." The iconic start of I Love Rock 'n' Roll started. A few measure later you started singing.

I saw him dancin' there by the record machine I knew he must have been about seventeen The beat was goin' strong Playin' my favorite song An' I could tell it wouldn't be long Til he was with me, yeah me And I could tell it wouldn't be long Til he was with me, yeah me, singin'

I love Rock 'n' Roll So put another dime in the jukebox, baby I love Rock 'n' Roll So come and take your time and dance with me

You noticed a guy standing there, watching closely so you gave Eddie a look telling him to cut it and the song stopped. You didn't want Eddie to get in trouble for ignoring customers.

"Don't stop on my behalf. You're really good." The boy said, fluffy hair bouncing slightly.

"Gareth, what's up, buddy?" Eddie asked, drawing the boy's attention away from your reddening face.

"Just came to pick up some new sticks. You guys should really get me a punch card, as many as I buy." He rolled his eyes, the humor never fading from his face.

Eddie laughed, standing and putting the guitar back on the stand. "We really should. Uh, have you met Y/N?" He asked, motion back to you.

You're glad you'd had a moment to calm the blush because his eyes were back on you.

"I don't think I've had the pleasure." He answered before sending you a smile. "I'm Gareth. Eddie's mentioned you a few times. Glad to put a face to the name." He offered you a hand, which you took.

"Don't take him too seriously. He probably tells you I bully him." You joked, ignoring the electric feeling of your skin touching his.

Gareth laughed, his smile widening. "No, no. All good things. Baby sister and all that."

"That would be a first. I tell him all the time that his eyes are brown because of how full of shit he is." You laughed, finally letting go of his hand, letting yours drop back down to your bass.

Eddie rolled his eyes. "And that's why I tell everyone you bully me."

You copied his actions before sitting your bass on the stand. "You're my best friend. Gentle bullying is how I show my love." You replied sarcastically as you stood to push his shoulder.

"Physical abuse!" He claimed as Gareth laughed at the two of you. Eddie had made it clear to him after many many jokes that your relationship was strictly platonic. Eddie loved you to your core, but as a sister and you felt the same way about him. He was the big brother you never had.

"Someone's extra dramatic today." You rolled your eyes, stepping away from him and closer to Gareth. "What brand do you use?" You asked, grabbing his wrist and pulling him towards the drum accessories.

"Usually the cheapest. Broke college kid and all." He joked, only slightly serious.

You nodded before squatting down to grab a more expensive brand. "Don't tell me not to, because I'm going to anyways. Music is a passion and your tools are important. Come on." You stated, turning to walk to the register.

"You seriously don't need to do that, Y/N. You don't even know me." He protested, following you up to the register.

"Munson!" You waved, letting him know you were ready. "You have a passion. I can tell. You deserve something with a bit more quality. Plus a friend of Eddie's is a friend of mine. Let me Sugar Mama you, huh?" You nudged him with your shoulder as Eddie stepped behind the register.

"Seriously dude, don't argue. She does what she wants. That's how we became friends." Eddie chuckled, tapping away at the numbers. "Alright so for the strings and the sticks it's fifty five even."

You nodded and pulled the cash from your wallet. "I'll see you tonight, yeah?" You asked Eddie, grabbing the sticks from the counter.

"Yeah-" Eddie was interrupted by Gareth.

"I invited him to my place for a horror movie marathon. My parents took my sisters out of town for a gymnastics competition and they'll be gone until Sunday. You should come." He rested his elbow on the counter as he looked at you.

You smiled at him and nodded. "Yeah, that would be great. Is it a stay the night thing or would that be weird considering I met you ten minutes ago?"

"You just Sugar Mama'd me a pair of the best drumsticks on the market. You can stay. Plus a friend of Eddie's is a friend of mine." He winked, causing your tummy to flutter.

You smiled and handed him the package. "You gonna pick me up, Eds?" You glanced back at the long haired boy who was smirking very mischievously.

"Yep. Be there at 5:30." He said with an odd monotone.

You nodded slowly and stepped away. "I don't like that but I won't question it. I think the answer would make me like it even less, so I'm heading out. See you guys tonight. Love ya, Eds." You walked away from the waving boys to grab your bass and and left the store.

"Love ya." He called before looking at Gareth. "You're in so fucking deep for her, dude." Eddie said, facing him directly.

"Dude, I fucking know." He dropped his head until it was resting on the counter. He let out a low groan before looking back up at Eddie. "Is she into me?"

"Oh absolutely. She only got me mediocre strings. She got you top of the line." Eddie answered, a knowing smirk plastered over his face. "You lied about inviting me over so you could invite her." He pointed out, tapping his fingers on the counter.

Gareth groaned again. "Don't tell her, please. Just come watch movies and claim the recliner so I can sit with her, okay? I'm begging here."

Eddie scrunched his face, fake thinking. "I don't know dude. She is my best friends. We're supposed to be honest with each other, right?"

"Pizza and beer. Please."

"You have a deal. We'll be there at 6:00."

Should I do a part 2?

#gareth emerson fluff #gareth emerson #gareth stranger things #gareth the great #gareth emerson x reader #gareth emerson x fem!reader

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ITS ME IM FIRST are there any moments from your writing inspired by something that happened to you personally??

This is why you're one of the best people in the fandom, thanks!

And yeah, there are some actually

Let's start with Indi-Quack!

So in Under the Influence of Gandra Dee!, Fenton has to sober up for his m'ma after unknowingly vaping a bunch of weed. Something similar happened to me. No, I did not need get high on accident but I did have to sober up fast one time for a parent that was coming home

It was back when I still lived at my dad's house, I had just gotten out of a long day of working retail pharmacy and supposedly had the house for the evening. So yeah I wanted to get high that night. After getting out of work I went out and bought some stuffed nachos for my dinner/high snack and then went back home to get high. In the process of doing so, I get a warning text from my brother who was letting me know that he and dad were coming home. I wouldn't say I was super high, but it was enough to be a concerned and the worry just increased so I was pretty high. Quickly googled different ways to sober up from a high as I Febreezed the room and went with a cold shower. I think it somewhat did the trick, I felt more alert but also pretty awful but that's because I'm not one who takes cold showers that often

I basically felt the way I wrote how Fenton felt after he took that cold shower to sober up, less high than before but in-between this state of high and sober, not fun. Luckily my dad was none the wiser, but my stuffed nachos got cold. :(

I think I did write in the notes of Stuck in the Middle with DEW! about an experience I had with an edible, might as well give out so more deets on that. So that someone I mentioned, was actually a sibling of mine; it was back in college when we were all home for the holidays (ha-ha) she was staying the week with her husband (great guy btw) and yeah they're both stoners too. Anyway, a surprise Christmas present from her was a weed brownie. And it was good, like no joke, my siblings are amazing chefs. But she told me not to eat the whole thing in one go because she put a lot in there. So I ate half of it. Big mistake

Okay. So my bedroom was basically in the basement floor and usally the area I got high in back then, and I kid you not that one moment I was in my bedroom on my bed and the next I was in the living room (which was one floor up) lying on the floor in the middle of a conversation with that sibling who was checking up on me. That was a great high, I'm pretty sure I saw every title card for every Arthur episode I've ever watched in my mind that night

Last Indi-Quack! related one comes from What'd I Miss?!, after I wrote the scene where Gandra tells Della about one time she was high at F.O.W.L. and she could not for the life of her understand what Bradford was saying to her and winged her response and got away it was similar to two other experiences I had

So during the summertime me and another sibling thought we'd have the house for the afternoon to ourselves and you will not believe what happens next. We got high and were going to go chill in the pool. Well we got high in the kitchen and then we heard something that sounded like a car door being opened, I investigate, I see that my dad, step-mom, and half-sister arrive home, I tell my sibling, they don't believe me because this would totally be something I would lie about to just fuck with them, i assure them that it is not and quickly start spraying the room and opening all the windows, they put away the bong, we retreat to the backyard, and just wait

So long story short, they came to the backyard and talked to us and we kept a straight face. But at one point my step-mom goes to something in the backyard and asks me a question about it that I still don't know was. And after having her repeat the question twice I just responded with "Yeah, it seems to be working fine" and got away with it

And while no, I did not get high at work but one year when I was working 2nd shift on Christmas I did smoke like hours before I had to go into work, just a little, honestly just a bowl. And by the time it was for me to go to work, I honestly felt fine. It wasn't till I got to my job and started working that I was giggling, so I was teensy bit high, but I am GREAT at my job so I just played some jazzy Christmas tunes and went to work. Luckily I was by myself for those first few hours of work tho

Now let's talk about stuff more wholesome, two of the Home for the Holidays! stories hit close to home for me, When Siblings Reunite! and It's All Downhill from Here!

The former is basically how it feels to be reunited with my siblings over the holidays but with the Ducks so it's way more cooler and the sledding one is based on sledding with my cousins on Christmas which is literally my favorite thing to do with them when we did do it

The last one I'll share comes from Let's All Go to the Movies! where Dewey is bothering Gandra at the Fight Fighters cabinet (you're welcome, Gravity Falls fans!)

Now look, Dewey is my favorite triplet because I was 100% most like him when I was that age but waaaaaaaaayyy less cool. And looking back now, I probably annoyed waaaaay more people than I thought I did when ever I wouldn't stop bothering people because I was interested in them or just wanted to talk to them about whatever was going through my mind at the time. And yeah, sometimes those people would snap. Not totally lose their cool, but just snap at me in a way made the message clear to me that I was being a nuisance to them at the moment

And look, nowadays I can be quite the snarky person when I'm in a bad mood so I also relate to Gandra here. Just being somewhere you don't really want to be, being with someone who is at a social level where you're not at now while prying into your personal life that you don't really wanna discuss right now.

But here on tumblr with mutuals, never an issue

#thanks for the ask!#chuckleyellow #not an ask game #inbox is always open #writebackatya

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capricornwriter5 · 1 year

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OUR SEESAW - Chapter 13

Pairing: Min Yoongi x female OC

Genre: idol au, Suga X female OC, smut, fluff, angst, college romance, friends to lovers, exes to lovers, happy ending. ⚠️Warning: mentions of mental health affections, drugs, explicit sex

Words: 4k

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Chapter 13 - Hold me tight

The stay in Capri was everything but hasty. Emm stayed eight rampant days there, and from the first moment she visited her friends, her sober time was reduced to a minimum. As charismatic and charming as always, Emm's social butterfly side shone during those days. Yet, there was a huge change no her, she paid absolutely no attention to any man, which was highly noticeable considering that those days she bumped into several boys she had dated. She could make many mistakes, and know almost nothing about serious relationships, but there was something she DID know: Yoongi’s worth. Respecting Yoongi was her priority.

Back home, Yoongi continued working, but now with the peace of mind that his mother would be better. Even so, there was something that bothered him, and it was not having been able to talk with Emm about the loan. He didn't want the girl to think that he was taking advantage of her. However, between their work schedule and the time change between Italy and Korea, they couldn't talk much on those days.

Over the weekend, Hobi and Namjoon stopped by to visit Yoongi at work. As expected, that greeting turned into a few beers, and there were more and more. Luckily, The place was not crowded that night, so Yoongi was able to stay on the other side of the bar and chat with them.

“Yoongi, I admire you, having so many different jobs and studying can't be easy. How did you manage it?" Hobi asked.

"I guess it has become customary..." He replied shrugging his shoulders.

“What's not normal is not seeing your girlfriend around here," Namjoon added.

"She's on a business trip. I thought she'd be back sooner, but things have come up with her family."

"Poor thing, if Emm traveled with Seri and her father, I don't doubt things came up," Hobi commented leaving Namjoon somewhat lost in the conversation. “Anyway… how are you two doing, huh? You're like lovebirds.” He joked causing Namjoon to laugh heartily and Yoongi's face to turn RED.

"Don't start… I have had enough with Jin."

“I don't blame him, you two are adorable. The stunning and cheerful girl with the taciturn and bitter musician.”

"He's not so morose and bitter when Emmy's around."

“Please…” Yoongi sighed, wishing they would stop bothering him, but he knew that wouldn't happen, his friends didn't waste an opportunity to do it.

“Emm must be walking through all the streets of Milan looking for the perfect clothes to go on a date with her mysterious musician.”

"Shut up, Namjoon," Yoongi ordered, throwing a dirty rag at him, which caused Hobi to guffaw when he saw his friend's disgusted face. "Besides, she's not in Milan, she's in Capri."

Hoseok's laughter stopped dead and there it was again… the same worried face that Yoongi had seen on him that night when they all went out together and the waiter came over to talk to Emmy and Woosung. His change was so drastic and obvious, it caused Yoongi and Namjoon to look at each other uncomfortably.

"Is something wrong, Hobi?" asked the musician.

"Is Emmy in Capri?"

"Yes, she told me that she'd take the opportunity to visit some friends."

"When is she coming back?"

"Well, I don't know yet, we haven't talked much, but I think she still has a few days left there."

The dancer was silent. If there was anything worse than Emmy and Woosung partying in Korea, it was Emmy alone in Capri. Only once had he accompanied her to one of those parties and Hoseok would never forget it. In the first place, the beauty of those mansions was something out of this world, during the day they were paradise, but when night fell, excesses and euphoria shattered everything in their path. The owners of these mansions had the world in their hands, Emmy herself had it, and while in Korea she had to keep some control, that was not the case in Capri.

But the main reason why Hobi would never forget that trip was because that was the first time he found out that his friend consumed something other than weed. Of course, he had no idea how deep the problem was, he thought it was something occasional, a response to the wild and debauched atmosphere of the parties she frequented.

Even so, even if it was something sporadic, Hoseok was extremely uneasy about it, he was afraid that there would come a time when the drugs were stronger than Emmy's will, something that had happened a long time ago, but the girl could cleverly hide it.

"Bro, continue drinking, your face scares me." Namjoon handed him the beer as Yoongi tried to analyze the situation.

“Sorry, I think it's not just Yoongi who has a lot to do. Today I went to class very early and then I had a rehearsal. I feel as if a truck ran over me.”

Unlike Emmy, Hobi sucked at lying and the musician easily noticed it, since it wasn't normal for Hoseok to have lost his smile and become so serious just because he was tired.

However, Hobi said nothing more about it, just a single comment as he was about to leave, but he only made it to Yoongi.

“It'd be great if Emm could come back quickly. Try to convince her." He suggested with a failed attempt of a smile; yet, the palpable concern on Hobi's look led Yoongi to keep thinking about his girlfriend's wellness.

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The wild eight days passed, and Emmy was getting off the plane when Mr. Siu deeply sighed. It was enough for him to look at her with a cap and dark glasses to know that she had not slept at all in days.

“Miss, you look very tired. Do you want me to stop in a coffee shop?” His question broke the silence, since Emmy had gotten in the car, she had barely spoken.

"I'm fine, Mr. Siu. I just need to get some sleep" She replied in an almost inaudible voice, the girl was falling asleep as she talked.

So many days living on the edge had left Emm in a deplorable state that caused her to sleep from the moment she reached her bed until the next day. To tell the truth, when she woke up, she didn't know what day it was, nor did she remember the last time she had eaten. It took her a while to understand that she was in her bed.

Trying to ignore the anxiety, she took a long bath and tried to eat something, but she had no appetite. All she wanted to do was see Yoongi, but Emm didn't feel right doing it. She knew that her appearance was not the best, also, for the first time in her life, Emmy felt ashamed of her lifestyle and her addiction problems.

There was something else that was troubling her, the messages from Hobi asking how she was doing and when she would be back. She couldn't ignore them both, but with the face she had she could never see Hobi or Yoongi. Would it be better not to tell them that she was there? Maybe she could wait a few more days until her appearance was not that pathetic.

No…she couldn't do that. Emmy missed her musician to such an extent that she couldn't bare it any longer, so she wrote to tell him that she had returned. Just a couple of minutes passed for Emm to get Yoongi's reply, in which he told her how much he wanted to see her.

Yoongi never paid much attention to his phone, much less when he was working; yet, since Emmy went to Italy that has changed. In a matter of days, the musician acquired a new habit: constantly checking his notifications. It wasn't just that he was counting down the days to see her again, but he also felt an uneasiness that made him think over and over again about his girl. He didn't know what it was, but that trip to Italy was a lousy anxiety trigger. Therefore, when his phone vibrated announcing Emm's message, Yoongi nearly dropped it trying to get it out of his pocket. The boy, who used to be calm but efficient, sped up every move in order to leave work early. And he got it, Yoongi managed to reach his girlfriend's apartment before night fell.

"You're finally back, freckles." He whispered in her ear as soon as he entered and hugged her.

So much warmth... Emmy could only feel that through a hug from Yoongi. She hadn't realized how much she needed him by her side until that moment.

“I missed you so much, Yoongs…” She said without leaving him and even closing her eyes as she enjoyed the musician's presence.

"Me too, baby," He confessed before kissing her forehead.

Once inside the house, the first thing Emmy did was ask him to play something on the piano, which turned out to be the most comforting and therapeutic thing for her. Yoongi played her favorite song, and every once in a while he would look at her and give her the sweetest smiles. He even winked at her on a couple of occasions. Yoongi had no idea what was going on, but his girlfriend wasn't the same as usual, he wanted to believe that it was just exhaustion.

"I can never get tired of listening to you. You'll always be my favorite pianist.”

“You stole my words. Come on, precious, play something. So many days without listening to you is not good for me."

"Oh! Is the great musician Min Yoongi really asking ME to play something?" Emm joked making him laugh.

"The great musician is you. Come on, the piano is all yours."

Since their classes began, Emmy had been the most diligent and responsible student until that week. The drugs managed to take her away from what she loved the most, and as soon as she began with her song, she conveyed how hurt she came from Italy. Yoongi hadn't heard her play like that for a long time. The raw pain in Emm's music hit him so hard that it have him goosebumps all over. And if her fingers were not enough means to express how she felt, her voice did it. The girl exclusively sang when Yoongi asked her to, for he loved her voice.

Yet, hearing Emm that night was not as endearing as always. Yoongi could easily perceive the poison in Emm's soul.

At the end of the song, Yoongi realized that he had run out of words. The only thing on his mind was the need of hugging her and telling her that everything would be okay. No matter what Emmy was going through, he wanted to reassure her that she was brave enough to get over it, and that he would be unconditionally by her side.

Emmy saw the look on her boyfriend's face, and before he could say anything, the girl tried to put up the same walls that had kept Hobi and Woosung apart their entire lives. That was how she diverted attention to the subject of Yoongi's mother. For his part, Yoongi did not fall so easily, he had also kept many of his friends on the sidelines, so it was easy to read Emmy's intentions. He would give her some, but soon he would try to get closer again.

After talking about the medical diagnosis, Yoongi decided that it was time to deal with a matter that had him quite distressed.

“Emm, regarding the money, I…”

"Yoongs, no... we've already talked about this, please stop worrying about it."

"I need you to listen to me, Emmy, please." The seriousness in Yoongi's gaze and voice was incentive enough to let him speak without interrupting. "I frankly appreciate what you're doing for my mother, I really do, but I feel terrible just thinking that you can think something that isn't true."

"What are you talking about?"

“Princess, you and I are from totally different worlds. You have many privileges that I can't even dream of. I don't want you to think I'm taking advantage of you. I…fuck…” he whispered before sighing at how uncomfortable that topic was for him. "Emmy, I feel terrible accepting the money you give me for the classes, and now this loan..."

"Yoongs," The girl interrupted before he continued. "It's your job, you can't feel bad about that payment."

“You are my girlfriend, I don't feel good about this. Even before we started dating I just...”

“Okay, I have an idea! When we're in front of that piano, you're going to forget I'm your girlfriend and…”

"No" Yoongi was so emphatic in his answer that no one would dare to contradict him, not even Emmy. “I won't forget that you're my girlfriend, neither in front of the piano nor far from it. No more money for lessons, freckles."

"But…"

"Please, Emmy, let me teach you how I want, not with this anguish of having to accept something that makes me feel awkward."

"But you have a lot of responsibilities, and..."

"I can handle it, I've been doing it all my life." He said caressing the back of her hand and offering her a smile. “I know that at this moment we're very limited and that there are other things that we could be doing. I've told you many times that I like being at home, and that's true, I love just staying in bed with you, just us. But I'd also like to take you to your favorite places and give you the things you like. I know what you're gonna say, baby, I know you don't need those things, but I want to do it. I want to spoil you, and I know I'm gonna do it, but could you wait a bit?"

“Okay, now, I want you to listen to me." She asked as seriously as her boyfriend. "I don't want to go anywhere, I want to eat what YOU do, I want the presents you made. I want what we already have. I want my hot boyfriend, with his leather jackets, his black t-shirts, torn jeans, and long hair showing me his lovely gummy smile. That's everything I need, Yoongi. That's what I love about you, your shy giggles while we cook together and your sexy smirks while we're in bed. Yet... I also understand that you want to live differently, things have never been easy for you, and you are fighting to change that. I can wait for you as long as necessary. I'll be more than glad to be by your side, Yoongs."

Once again, Emmy left her boyfriend speechless; fortunately, the way he kissed her allowed him to express himself properly.

Yoongi found at that moment when she opened her heart the perfect opportunity to try again. Thus, seizing the closeness that had remained when the kiss ended, the musician took a chance.

“Tell me about your trip to Italy. I didn't know anything about you."

“But, Yoongs… that's so boring. It's still early, we can go to our date at the fair.” She said trying to avoid the topic.

"My love, we aren't going anywhere but the bed."

Confused, the girl watched how Yoongi got up and went to the bathroom. He had quickly returned with Emmy's makeup remover, as well as some cotton pads. He had spent so many nights in that place, that he already knew where almost everything was.

“Yoongi, what…?”

"Can I... ?" He asked before continuing.

Emmy would never say no, so she just nodded, and that's how, very carefully, Yoongi rubbed the cotton under the girl's eyes, removing her makeup and revealing her dark circles.

“You haven't rested at all. That's why we won't go to the fair today. Let's stay home, just you and me." Subtly and with a lot of love, Yoongi launched the first blow against the walls that Emmy had built that night. He wouldn't let his girlfriend get away with fake smiles during a date. If Emmy was tired, or if something had happened on that trip, Yoongi wanted to offer her a safe place where she could let out what she genuinely felt.

Emmy lowered her gaze and tried hard not to bite her lip and show how fragile she was inside. Fortunately, Yoongi wasn't pressuring her and gave her time to respond. The boy wished Emmy would let him close that night and not find another way to evade him, but he couldn't force her.

After a silence, the girl finally gave her answer. “Can you stay tonight? Can you sleep with me?"

"Of course, I can." He responded showing a smile and kissing her cheek. “Go change while I cook dinner. Make yourself comfortable, you need to rest.”

"But…"

“You always look stunning, you know you drive me crazy when you only wear pajamas." He said with slightly red cheeks and making his girlfriend laugh before going up to change, grateful to have Yoongi in her life.

As always, Yoongi did not disappoint that night as a chef, what he prepared for dinner was so delicious that Emmy repeated it several times. Yoongi looked at her with a unique gawking smile. In the musician's eyes, Emmy was the most gorgeous and adorable woman, it still seemed unreal to him that they were together.

“Yoongs, this is delicious! I hadn't eaten like this in days." She confessed pulling him out of his thoughts.

“I figured you hadn't eaten well…why are you like this, huh? If there isn't what you like, you don't eat." He said approaching her and with the napkin, he wiped her lower lip, making her blush.

“It's your fault for cooking this way. How do you want me to settle for simple courses when I know that you prepare things like these?”

"Do you wanna know a secret? This is Mr. Jang's recipe.” He said referring to the janitor. "But if I tell him I made it, he won't stop pestering. He takes food annoyingly seriously."

“You must miss him a lot, right? We should invite him to have dinner!"

“I visited him last week. He asked about you, maybe we could..." Yoongi stopped talking when his gaze found a bruise on his girlfriend's leg. “Freckles… your leg.”

"Huh?"

When the girl saw what Yoongi was referring to, her eyes widened. She had no idea where that came from, which was alarming because when she tried to touch it, she couldn't, it hurt a lot. Emmy tried to remember how the hell she had hurt herself like that, but she couldn't recall. Possibly it had been at one of the many parties she attended; however, she had very few memories of them and the reason was obvious.

Meanwhile, Yoongi's anguish had led him to find some ice while continuing to check on her. “There's another one behind your knee! Emmy, how come you don't remember?”

The girl tried to come up with various excuses, yet, none of them sounded convincing to Yoongi, who ended up walking her to the room so she could finally lie down and rest.

"You need to be more careful." The musician commented when she rested her head on his shoulder and nodded.

"I promise I will, but stop worrying, I'm fine, it was just a bump, you know how clueless I can be."

“You didn't eat well, you didn't get enough sleep, and besides, you got hurt... Emm, that trip... Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm here, that's what matters."

Yoongi was about to say something else, but his words hung in the air when his girlfriend joined her lips with his. She had missed him so much, she didn't want him to worry anymore and she wanted to stop thinking about everything that had happened in Capri, or at least what she could remember.

“No…” Yoongi ordered when he felt Emmy about to sit on his lap. "No, baby, not today."

Emmy's confused look didn't take long to disappear, as Yoongi carefully took her in his arms and laid her back on the bed so he could be on top of her.

"Let me do it." He whispered giving her a tender kiss on the forehead.

Like all the nights they had spent together, Yoongi was the same passionate lover; however, that night he was also unbelievably lovely. He made sure his girlfriend enjoyed herself and had incredible orgasms, but he also made sure she didn't push herself more than she had to, or she could hurt her leg even more.

Once they both finished, the musician hugged her from behind. He knew how much Emmy loved that, even more than laying on Yoongi's chest. When he covered her with his arms like that she felt secure and accompanied. Also, she could feel Yoongi's chest and his breathing while he told her the sweetest things in his ear, like how much he loved the freckles on her shoulders, where he could lose himself for hours kissing them one by one.

Normally, Emmy would answer him how much she loved feeling him so close; however, that night the girl was grateful that Yoongi couldn't see her face. Her beautiful green eyes were full of tears, a consequence of the memories of Seri's words and all the times she surrendered to drugs.

And just like that, the walls that seemed unbreakable a few hours before razed. Emmy could not stand the pain of every scar she had desperately tried to close with drugs reopening. At that moment, without warning and completely sober, Emmy collapsed.

And how could it not happen precisely at that moment if it was in bed and next to the love of her life when she was most vulnerable?

"Emm?" Yoongi asked hearing a sob.

His first impulse was to get up and look at her, but Emmy held his hands tightly and shook her head negatively.

"Stay like this, Yoongi, please." She asked with a broken voice. "Just hug me."

Yoongi was dying inside to know what was happening and to be able to help her just as she had helped him on several occasions, but he perfectly understood that what his girlfriend needed was to feel him close, so he hugged her even tighter as he assured her over and over again that he was there with her and that he wasn't going anywhere.

The tears that Emmy shed were few, but enough to give her heart a break and to allow her boyfriend to see her as fragile as she really was. Yoongi got to comfort her and calm her down, only he with that patience and empathy could do it. The musician was seriously worried about seeing his girl like that, but he needed to stay calm and accompany her through that crisis. He had had his own and he had faced them alone, he knew perfectly well how she felt.

Little by little, Emmy turned around until they were face to face again and although it was hard for her, she looked into his eyes.

“Sorry… being with my family is never easy.” She said as Yoongi wiped away her tears.

"Baby, I understand you, and I respect that you need your time, but this can't go on like this much longer, YOU can't go on like this. Emm, you can't expect me to act like anything is happening. I can't ignore any longer that you're suffering."

"I don't want you to worry. I feel better now, it was a lot of stress. This will pass soon, and..."

"This isn't stress, this is NOT passing soon." He said really concerned. “I want to help you, I'm here for you, but I need you to tell me a little more, Emm. Try it, please."

“Yoongi…” The girl got very frustrated at not being able to speak, and all she could do was close her eyes and shake her head. She was about to get out of bed and run away, but it didn't happen just because Yoongi stopped her.

“Princess, I know it's a heavy load, but you can share it with me. I'm not going anywhere, I promise you." He assured taking Emmy's chin delicately so that she would look into his eyes and see that he was serious.

Even though she tried to get the words out and to be able to tell her boyfriend at least a little about everything she was carrying, she couldn't and the frustration made her shed a few tears again. Why the hell was it so hard for her? It wasn't even that she wanted to hide it from Yoongi, Emmy didn't mean such a thing, but she didn't know how to start taking out what she had been saving for years.

"I'm sorry, Yoongs, I can't."

Seeing her cry was the last thing the musician wanted, so he brought her closer to his chest and waited a bit for her to calm down. “Freckles, you can ask me for anything you want, you know I'd do anything for you, but letting you suffer is out of discussion. I can't, I'm sorry but I can't see you like this, baby, I... care too much about you."

Yoongi hesitated to say those last words, they weren't the ones that were about to come out of his mouth. But what he really wanted to say to her deserved to be heard differently, not with tears.

As painful as it was, Emmy realized that her actions weren't just affecting her. She wasn't alone anymore, she couldn't disappear for days and drown in drugs without hurting someone else, not anymore. And just like Yoongi had tried to tell her, she also loved him too much not to do something about it.

Yes, she loved him. Emmy loved Yoongi as much as her heart allowed, and for that very reason, she was afraid of losing him once he found out who she really was. Her relationship with her sister and her father, what had happened to her mother, something she daily blamed herself for, and her addiction problems... it was too much to take in... even for Yoongi.

"I can't ask that much of you..." she thought, looking into her boyfriend's dark eyes. "I don't want to hurt you, I don't want to see you leaving..."

Seeing her cornered like that, Yoongi had to do something he thought he wasn't capable of. Only because he loved her with the same intensity that she loved him, Yoongi gave in. He couldn't insist that she speak, if he did, he risked not only hurting her, but also that Emmy would decide to get away from him completely. To tell the truth, Yoongi was already afraid that he had pushed her too hard.

"I'm sorry" He honestly apologized. "I'm sorry, Emm, I have no right to do that. I can't just walk into your life like this, it's not right."

"Yoongi, no! No, it's not..."

"I was just trying to tell you that I'm here for you. You don't need to rush anything or talk about something you don't want to. I never intended to force you, I'm sorry."

"Please stop apologizing, you did nothing wrong, you're the most wonderful person," Emmy said caressing his face. "I don't want to lose you, Yoongi."

"You won't. Trust me, freckles, I beg you, trust me when I say I'm not going anywhere. I don't care what's going on, it won't change what I feel about you."

Emmy hugged him and for some time neither of them talked. They both were thinking a million things at the same time.

After a while in which nothing was heard in the room, Yoongi looked at his watch, it was already late and he knew that Emmy was still awake and dead from anguish for what had happened.

"Baby, try to sleep. You need it." The musician whispered as she moved her face to see him. It was enough for Yoongi to look at her for a few seconds for a shy smile to appear on his face.

"You have no idea how much I missed you, Yoongs."

"And you have no idea how happy I am that you're back." With a lovely smile, Yoongi kissed his girl's forehead before they both fell asleep together.

The conversation stopped for that night. None of them had anything certain or clear, only that they were willing to do anything to protect the person they held in their arms. Both sensed that it was a matter of time before they faced one of the biggest challenges in their relationship, one that, although hard, would allow them to understand how much they loved each other, and how far they were willing to go to be together.

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