#like honestly. 'the girl i liked moved out before i had the chance to confess so i'll be more confident' is a perfectly fine lesson
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pov: you go to one of their gigs
old ramble written last year.
warning: 18+. follows no timeline. not proofread, so grammatical errors and typos.
masterlist here.
not. this. again.
no matter how fucking hard you tried to keep it together, you somehow always found yourself crying over the same idiot, tall boy. for nearly three years now, you’d tried to shake off your feelings for george but at this point it honestly seemed impossible. you always fell for his attention even though you knew it was a sick, toxic cycle. sigh. you couldn't do this to yourself anymore.
it was mid october. you were at a venue in london waiting for the band to take the stage. george had asked (well, more like begged actually) over the phone for you to come to their gig that night even though you were drained and exhausted. "please. i miss you." you didn't know if his plea was sincere or not, but it made your heart beat faster. you hated to admit you missed him, too.
"fine, but don't count on me for anything after." you had worked 12 consecutive shifts to stash away some money as you wanted to do some travelling around europe. you were in your early 20's. you were supposed to have fun, get lost in random cities, take drugs with strangers, all of those things you saw on films and tv. while you loved london, you wanted to visit some places with a bit more colour to them and try to forget about him for at least a few weeks or so. it wasn't too much to ask for, right?
after he convinced you to show up, you figured you might as well try to make the most of your night out. you stumbled upon him and ross when they were out for a quick smoke, george quick to plant a kiss on your cheek followed by a tight embrace that lingered longer than expected. he was warm and, to your dismay, it made you feel warm inside, too. it seemed that every chance he got, he would touch you in some way, whether a brush of your arm, a hand on your lower back, a gentle grip on your hip. you tried to not think much of it knowing you couldn't afford to get tangled up in this mess all over again. you loved him (to some extent) but the sleepless nights and ongoing fights were not worth it anymore.
when the opening band finished, you made your way to the front to watch them perform from a closer spot. you had attended many of their gigs at this point and you genuinely fell in love with their music, albeit you wouldn't tell them directly. you had too much pride for such confession.
the gig started, the fangirl in you waking up and getting excited to sing along, forgetting about your exhaustion and lack of sleep. matty noticed you, giving a small wave and blowing a kiss in your direction before diving into the next song. while george was the one who unfortunately held your heart, you had a soft spot for the front boy, even having made out with him several times before just for the hell of it. alcohol and weed might have been involved, though...
after a few more songs, you couldn't help but notice the way george effortlessly played on stage, arms moving in calculated motions, messy hair swaying from side to side. he would look straight at you, wink and bite his bottom lip, which just made you laugh. he hadn't changed one bit. you remembered him doing this same routine at your place whenever he craved your attention. and george did it because he knew it worked like a charm. you had to admit it felt nice to have his focus on you, making you wonder if maybe, just maybe, the two of you could work it out again.
when the show ended and the boys went backstage, you managed to sneak yourself back there after 20 minutes or so, in hopes of finding them and saying your goodbyes. you kept opening every door to check if it was their dressing room, but you had no luck for a while.
you twisted another handle, opening the door and your heart sank to your stomach, making you feel instantly sick. in front of you happened to be your dear drummer with another girl's head between his legs. you were not quite sure which words left your lips, but they must've been loud enough for the both of them to turn around and take notice of you. this couldn't be happening. not. again.
you shut the door and quickly walked through the corridor, trying to find the nearest exit to get some fresh air in your lungs. not again, not again is all you could repeat in your head. you couldn't believe that somewhere deep inside your gut, you hoped that this could be the time that george and you kissed once more and went back to your flat together. why did you even think that would happen? and most importantly, why did you even want it to happen? not. again.
"fuck. i'm—i'm sorry." you were staring down at the floor which made you bump into someone. "i'm sorry." you kept apologizing as you made an effort to step away without looking up. you knew there were tears streaming down your face and didn't want anyone to see the mess you were at that moment. but you felt a tight grip on your arm and heard a familiar, warm voice call your name.
this is what finally made you turn around. "i'm sorry, matty. i can't..." you tried to break free from his grasp but he continued to hold on. "what's going on, darling? are you okay?" there was genuine concern embracing his words which made you cry ever more. not right now for fuck's sake.
you looked away, embarrassed at your state and not wanting to admit to him (or yourself) why you were uncontrollably sobbing. "hey. what happened, what is—" his voice trailed off as someone else seemed to be hurrying in your direction, calling your name, too. an exasperated george now stood besides you, breathing heavily. from running or coming in that girl's mouth, you didn't want to know.
"i've been looking for you everywhere. i can explain that," he pointed behind him, "back there." he was still catching his breath and it made you feel sick once more, taking every ounce of control to not vomit at that very second. the colour drained from your face as you started to shake, the tips of your fingers and jaw numb from a dangerous mix of anger and anxiety. he tried to grab your hand but you instantly recoiled, not wanting him to be near you, let alone touch you. "george, don’t.”
you saw as he nervously ran his long fingers through his hair thinking of what to say next. nothing. no words that came out of his mouth could provide any comfort, you were sure of that. you walked away, still trying to find the damn exit out of this hellish place. fuck george. fuck him for always pulling you in so close only to break you into one million pieces.
you finally managed to step outside, feeling lightheaded, heart still pounding in your ears. you found a dimly lit patch of grass and sat down, doing your best to focus on the cold air against your skin to try and keep him out of your mind. you felt so stupid. why did you think tonight would be any different?
great. someone was walking towards you. you stood up to leave. “please talk to me.” you turned to look at him. “please.”
“what do you want me to say, matty?” your hands covered your face as you continued to cry, not caring anymore if he heard you. you felt him inch closer, eventually putting his arms around you, holding you. “why does he always do this to me? why do i always hold on to his every word hoping that things will change? that he will actually want me.”
you felt his grip tighten around your shoulders. “he’s not worth it. he’s my best mate and i care for him deeply, but he’s not worth it,” he whispered into your hair. “please trust me on this one.”
all you could do was wrap your arms around him, yearning to hold someone close, to make you feel like you were for once safe and loved.
#matty healy imagine#george daniel imagine#matty healy x reader#matty healy x you#george daniel x you#george daniel x reader#the 1975 fanfiction#the 1975 fanfic#matty#george#the 1975
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I CAN FIX ANYTHING!
#starkid#hatchetfield#team starkid#ted spankoffski#time bastard#nightmare time#foe art#tbh i am completely aligned with tinky when it comes to ted spankoffski#put that guy in Situations!#see him run! see him jump! see him make the same mistakes or new exciting mistakes!#like honestly. 'the girl i liked moved out before i had the chance to confess so i'll be more confident' is a perfectly fine lesson#for a college-age youngun smdjksjdskjd#then after the first fifteen times he creeped someone out you'd expect him to learn Another lesson! skdjskdjskjdskdj#not this guy tho. refuses to learn anything!#give the bastard's box another shake to see if he maybe grows as a person- oh nope nvm#he had a heel realization in TGWDLM and failed to learn anything from that one too! smdsmdmksjdsjdksmd#stubborn as a goat is ted spankoffski!#fascinating!
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Lost Time | Luke Hughes
summary: you visit New Jersey for spring break giving Luke a moment to show you just how much he’s missed you.
request: yes/no
warnings: mature themes, oral (fem receiving!)
word count: 1.25k
authors note: I actually got the general basis of this piece when I took a nap. This request has been collecting dust in the inbox so I figured it was about time I actually wrote it!
It had been a month since you'd last seen him.
Luke had moved to New Jersey thus leaving you alone in Michigan. Sure you missed your boyfriend like crazy, but you were also proud of him for living his dream.
But the waiting was all made worth it when you knocked on the door of Jacks apartment "did you seriously order breakfast this early?" Luke complained as he had been sent to answer the door.
The youngest Hughes boy had just woken up and couldn't understand why his brother wasn't capable of doing it instead "just go grab it." Jack huffed as he wanted to just go out and tell him what the big surprise was.
Jack and you had been planning to surprise Luke since your boyfriend moved to the garden state "hey-" Luke huffed as he opened the door to see you.
Your smile was as big as the Cheshire cats "hi baby," you dropped your bag as the boy wrapped his arms around your waist.
It was safe to say that Luke couldn't believe it "what are you doing here?" He asked as he spun you around.
You let out a laugh "came to see you," you explained as you pecked his lips.
Both of you were reminded of the fact that you were not alone when Jack gagged “nice to see you too Jacky,” you smiled as you sent the older boy a salute.
The middle Hughes boy gave you a side hug as he gave his brother a look telling him to behave “I’m going to give you two some privacy,” he announced as he grabbed his keys.
A year ago Jack walked in on you two making out in Luke’s room at the lake house. Safe to say that he’s still scared by that sight.
Luke still couldn’t process the fact that you were there “fuck I missed you so much.” He confessed as he kissed your temple.
Jack turned his face into a scowl “let me just leave before you two make me an uncle,” he pointed out as he patted your shoulder “so does that mean that we’ve got the green light?” You joked as you looked at Luke when you playfully slapped his ass.
This is what being with Luke for five years got you, you were comfortable with his family.
It caused Jack to laugh “just text me when you two are done,” with that Jack shut the front door behind him.
You turned to Luke with a smirk “want to show me how much you missed me?” Sure you wanted to catch up with your boyfriend, but you were honestly a little bit more tired of the failed attempts of getting yourself off that your hand had dealt you.
Luke let out a low laugh “there’s my blunt little girl,” he smiled as he tucked your hair behind your ear.
He hooked his fingers under your jaw as he gave himself a moment to let himself kiss you on a more intimate level than the peck you had outside the apartment.
The couple made their way to his bedroom giving you the first chance to see his bedroom in real life “got the space for you right here,” Luke explained as he pointed to the vanity that had been set up “just for me,” you giggled as you spun around to look at him.
It was a look that made Luke weak in the knees every time he saw you like that “got a new one for you,” you confessed as you pulled the hoodie that you were wearing that happened to be his hoodie over your head as you revealed the red bra that you had bought when you went shopping with friends.
He almost tripped over his own two feet as he reached out to feel the lacey fabric that currently cupped your breasts “I can’t get enough of you.” Luke confessed as he let his fingers run over the top of the details.
The boy pulled you closer to him knocking you onto his bed “wanna feel you inside of me,” you blurted out as you ran your fingers through his hair.
You giggled when the hockey player watched you shimmy out of your shorts “my baby is already so wet,” he groaned when he undid the tie on his shorts “only for you.” You cooed reaching into his drawer to grab a condom where he usually left them “I don’t have any,” Luke announced as he realised that he hadn’t bought new condoms since he moved to New Jersey.
It was like the world was against you two “I wanna eat you out,” he added as the thought of going down on you was something that had been replaying in his mind “you sure?” You asked as you looked down to his boner “we can get condoms later.” There was a walgreens just down the road from the apartment so it was no surprise that the couple would go down there before the end of your trip.
Luke dropped to his knees as he leaned in to kiss you “been waiting for this all month.” The hockey player mumbled as he kissed you before he made his way down to your thighs.
There was this thing that Luke did with his eyes as he look at you when his mouth hovered over your core. It was like his way of making sure that you knew he was the one pleasuring you “fucking hell,” you groaned as your hand went to the boys hair.
Luke was always really good when it came to eating you out and he reminded you of that as he swirled his tongue around your clit.
The hockey player thrusted his hips into his mattress at the blissful sounds that fell from your lips “so good,” you had to admit that the slurping noises from the boy were actually turning you on more.
As a result your thighs began to move into Luke’s head “want you to spread your legs a little wider for me.” Luke cooed as he slipped his finger into your core when he looked up at you.
You nodded grabbing a fistful of the bedsheet beneath you as you listened to his request “good girl,” the boys praise knocked your head back as you swore you were on cloud nine.
Luke laughed as he kissed your thigh before he went back to your clit “so sweet,” he mumbled as he let his tongue lay flat against you.
That was the thing you were never going to get tired of, Luke’s sheer ability to make you get as close as he could, especially with only his tongue and his fingers “I’m gonna come,” you blurted out as you clenched around his fingers.
It made Luke smirked as he changed his movements back to sucking “fuck shit,” you gasped as your eyes screwed shut.
Your body shuddered as you came “Lukey,” you shook your head as you tried to pull away from him as he didn’t let up from his tongues movements.
Eventually Luke got the hint as he pulled away and made his way to your side “my girl tastes so good,” he looked chuffed with himself as he kissed you.
The front door opened causing your eyes to go wide “just forgot my wallet!” Jack called out as he ran to his room to grab his cards.
Maybe it’s a good thing Luke didn’t have any condoms.
#luke hughes x y/n#luke hughes x reader#luke hughes#luke hughes x you#luke hughes imagines#luke hughes smut#hockey imagine#nhl imagine#nhl oneshot#hockey imagines#imagines#oneshots#luke hughes oneshot#hockey smut#nhl smut#amber writes fics
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Third time lucky - Wanda Maximoff Oneshots
Summary: Some misunderstandings are just the result of poor communication. Or the one where Wanda has a crush and can't find the right time to confess. | Writing Challenge.
Warnings: Fluff and brief mild angst (unrequited love impressions), mutual pining, friends to lovers, some mentions of drinking, college au. | Words: 3.064k
A/N-> I've been having busy days, and apparently, I start dozens of series and never finish a single one. I saw some videos of Prompts challenges on Tik Tok and this one was finished. I do miss Emo!Wanda a lot, and I’ve been trying to work with something for her, but no luck so far. Anyways, good reading to you all!
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Buried in the safety of her blankets, Wanda tries to understand how the whole perfect three-month planning went wrong all at once in a 30-second conversation.
This was all Steve's fault.
If he had waited just one more day to end his long-standing relationship with Bucky, he would have avoided affecting his entire group of friends, and Wanda wouldn't have had to drive 40 minutes to the other side of town to drag Barnes' drunk and pissed ass back to the University, and she wouldn't have had the conversation with you.
It was such an unfair situation. She had a plan. Go to the movies together, to the market, have dinner and then, ring. Well, confession first.
"I know we've been friends for a while, but I've secretly been in love since we bumped into each other on the way out of the stadium that day, and spending time with you has only escalated that. Do you wanna be more than friends?"
She hoped that all this time you were secretly in love as well and she would be the happiest person in the world.
But Steve Rogers broke up with his boyfriend who got too drunk to drive back to his place, and when Wanda safely handed him over to you, all you could tell her was that you were glad you two would never go through anything like this in your entirely platonic friendship.
A bucket of cold water, honestly.
So now Wanda just wanted to lie down and be protected under the covers, with no risk of being hurt again.
Her twin had other plans.
"Wanda, why aren't you ready? Natasha is already downstairs with the car." That's what Pietro questioned as he entered the bedroom of their shared apartment, a grimace stamped at the scene of his sister under the covers in the dark bedroom.
All the brunette did was groan, which made him sigh. The next minute, the curtains were pulled open and Wanda had to hide from the light with a pillow.
"Go away." She grumbled, but the twin just threw himself sitting up in bed.
" Don't tell me Miss Calendar forgot that we were going to celebrate Yelena's birthday today?" ironized her brother, smirking at Wanda's attempt to get away from his fingers that began to torment her with tickles.
Wanda only grunted again. "How did that not get canceled?" She managed to retort, busy deflecting the tickles to see Pietro shrugging.
"It's not like Yelena is that close to the boys. Besides this, Steve isn't going, and Bucky is still hung over. And you're holding us up." To emphasize her brother's statement, the loud horn outside easily recognized from Natasha's Truck could be heard. Pietro chuckled before pulling Wanda's covers off at once, ignoring the other's protest. "Move it, lazy girl. We have to get there soon or Nat won't find a parking spot."
"I don't want to go."
"Wanda, come on, Yelena is your best friend's little sister." Pietro reasons, but seeing his sister's almost tearful expression, he immediately assumes a worried expression. "What happened, Pchelka (little bee)?"
Wanda sniffled low, not meeting his gaze. "I was going to tell Y/N how I feel yesterday."
Her brother's eyes widened. "Oh? And how was it?"
"I didn't get a chance. She said she was glad we were friends, and we don't have to go through the same problems as Bucky and Steve." She tells tearfully, but Pietro makes a confused face.
"Wait, but you told her? How do you feel?"
Wanda chuckles indignantly. "What? Didn't you hear what I just said?" Retorted the girl, wiping her face before she started crying for good. "She said we were friends, how do you expect me to-"
"Wanda, for God's sake." Pietro interrupted her with an impatient sigh, pulling his cell phone from his pocket. He typed a quick excuse to Natasha to get her to stop honking in front of the building and approached his sister. "You and Y/N are friends, of course, she's glad about this strange, yet amazing connection you two share. The same kind I had with Barry, and you know, it would have worked out if I hadn't screwed it up. But the fact is, we only had a chance of right and wrong because I had the balls to admit what I was feeling."
She frowns thoughtfully. "What is your point?"
Pietro smiles. "My point is that you are here, whining about a rejection that only happened in your head."
"But she said-"
"The truth." He interrupts gently. "You two are friends, and she values this friendship, these are facts. It doesn't mean you can't be more than friends, or that the puppy dog eyes she always gives you are platonic."
Wanda giggles shyly, her cheeks warming. "You're making that one up."
"Yeah, I'm the delusional twin." Retorts the other, laughing when Wanda tries to hit him with a pillow. "Put it together, sis. And grow some nerve. Y/N will be there today, you might make her week better."
Wanda sighs. "Or ruin it for good."
Pietro rolls his eyes. "Wanda, go get changed or I'll be the one to tell her why we were late."
"You wouldn't dare!" Wanda retorts, already getting up. Pietro laughs.
"Try me."
The drive to the dam was uneventful after that - although Wanda had had to put up with her twin and her best friend making fun of all her dramatics that morning. It was somewhat ironic how apparently all her friends knew about her feelings, except the one person she wanted to be aware of it.
The dam was considerably full, but that was common for weekends even on a not-so-hot day, and the absence of tests at Uni certainly helped. Fortunately, Natasha was able to find a place close enough, and within minutes, Wanda was finishing putting beers to ice near the food table that Maria Hill had set up with the rest of her friends who arrived first.
Wanda only went back to the truck to get Yelena's gift and was ready to lock the car and return to the cheap fun when she was wrapped tightly by strong arms that lifted her into the air. She would have screamed in fright if she hadn't recognized the mischievous giggle.
"Look guys, I found a cute deer all alone." The teasing made the rest of the group chuckle as well. Wanda tried to have a little control over the color of her face, but she became very aware that the Wolf Jacket - The University's mascot - was the only thing that cover your swimsuit from her skin. You spun her around by the waist as you set her down again, and the proximity was almost suffocating.
"Where is everyone?" It was Clint who asked, holding a packet of coal on his shoulders. Beside him, Laura was wearing only the skirt of the cheerleading team that Wanda was also a member of, the black deer stamped on the edge, and a dark bikini covering her torso.
Wanda mumbled the direction as you took a step back, and could barely notice when the rest of the group left the two of you alone. You leaned against the truck, and Wanda tried to put it together, as Pietro told her to.
"Your face is a little red, Wands. Did you remember to put on sunscreen? I have some in my backpack..." You were so clueless that it would be adorable if it wasn't frustrating. Wanda began to fantasize about the confession and ended up even redder when she noticed you shaking some sunscreen at the height of her face for what seemed like some time.
"T-thank you." She mumbled embarrassedly, reaching up to pull the item out, but you moved it out of her reach.
"Don't be silly, I'll help you." You said casually, signaling with your free hand for her to turn around, which Wanda did very quickly.
She heard you pressing the cream into her hands, and she had to hold her breath to keep from sighing with each rub of your fingers against her skin. Rubbing and spreading the sunscreen.
"What were you doing here all by yourself?" you start the casual conversation, curious.
Wanda swallows to disguise the huskiness in her voice. "I forgot Yelena's gift in the car."
"Hm, and what did you get for her?" You asked, finishing the shoulders and pulling your hands away to apply more lotion.
"Some tapes from that store she likes," Wanda grumbles, biting her lips as she feels your hands go down her back. "She hasn't shut up about Don Mclean in the last few months, so I also helped Nat buy some tickets. They're going to the concert next month."
"Oh, that sounds nice." You complimented, somewhat distracted. Wanda hummed in agreement, hoping to the heavens that you didn't notice how shivery she was under your touch. But judging by your silence and proximity, you could probably tell. A moment later, when you were done with her back and Wanda was forced to work with all her mind control not to do anything idiotic when she was face to face with you again, you commented, "You practically ran out yesterday. I was hoping we would watch some movie, maybe even a sitcom."
Wanda smiles shyly, needing to look away because you were going to start rubbing sunscreen on her face now.
"Hm, sorry." She murmurs. "I thought you'd be busy with Bucky."
"He's a grown-up, Wands. Besides, I would hardly sacrifice time with you to babysit hungover Bucky Barnes."
She panicked, you were too close, and looking at her fondly when you said these things. All she could do was giggle nervously.
"You like me this much, huh?"
It was your turn to chuckle a little confusedly, raising an eyebrow. Wanda swallowed dryly because you were applying sunscreen to her cheeks, but instead of pushing your hands away, you wrapped them around her cheeks.
"Yeah, I like you that much." You assured her and Wanda felt her heart jump in her chest.
Okay, as Pietro encouraged her in the car: Go big or go home. She opened her mouth to finally confess, but you let go of her face. "All set." You announced about the sunscreen, moving to put the item back in your purse and stepping away in record time. Wanda stood frozen in shock, and you looked at her with confusion. "You're not coming?"
She swallowed the humiliation and lack of courage and forced a smile. "Of course."
But you stepped into her path, and Wanda panted slightly.
"Aren't you forgetting anything?"
"Hm, am I?"
You chuckled. "Yelena's birthday present..."
"Shit, yeah, sure." Wanda was a complete mess. She turned around again, grabbed the gift packed in the passenger seat, and met you halfway.
And you made the color of her face worse when you simply hold her free hand with yours, pulling her closer to whisper: "My invitation still stands, Maximoff. After the party, how about we have a sitcom night?"
With her heart hammering, Wanda takes a chance. "Yes, but only if it's just the two of us." She declares, and you chuckle shortly, eyeing her with some doubt.
"Are you asking me to kick Bucky out of the apartment?"
She sighs. "No, I... God, you're impossible." She grumbled in frustration, feeling her face very warm. She was ready to clarify when someone shouted your name.
It was Natasha, at the entrance to the parking area, hurrying the two of you because you had the matches in your backpack and the barbecue was supposed to start soon.
Wanda sighed tiredly again and walked off ahead of you.
You followed her with confusion a second later.
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“Judging by your face, things didn’t work out with Y/N.”
Yelena's comment didn't make her feel any better, other than it caught her by surprise enough that Wanda nearly knocked all the beer over.
Yelena chuckled, holding the strainer before the item lost its balance completely and ensuring the safety of the drink for the rest of the party.
"How did you...?"
"Natasha tells me everything, naturally." Clarified the blonde as she shrugged. "This, and well, everyone knows."
Wanda sighed, stealing a glance over to the group of people where you were laughing at some comment Maria made.
"Yeah, not everyone." Murmured the upset brunette. Yelena cleared her throat quietly.
"You know, maybe rejection can be a good thing." Started the blonde to which Wanda grimaced. "Now that you know she doesn't feel the same way, at least you can start looking for someone else who does."
With a nervous chuckle, Wanda retorted, "Technically, I didn't say what I felt, so I haven't been rejected yet and-"
But Yelena interrupted her by reaching out and tapping her finger against her forehead, a gesture that made Wanda grumble. "глупый (silly). You didn't even tell her?"
Rubbing her forehead, the brunette grumbled; "Your sister interrupted me, I was about to."
Yelena chuckled incredulously, stealing a glance at the group as well. "You are unbelievable, Maximoff." She commented before a sigh. "You know this is your fault right? None of this would have happened if you had only agreed to go out with her when she asked you the first time, you silly girl."
Wanda grimaced. "Sorry, what?"
But Yelena just shrugged. "Yeah, you know I'm right. If you had just gone along with it, you would have saved yourself all this stress, and you wouldn't have to stand there trying to build up your courage and-"
"Yelena, what are you talking about?" Wanda interrupted her. "Y/N never asked me out."
It was the other's turn to look at her as if she had fallen and hit her head. "Of course she did! When we met, silly, at Stark's party in freshman year."
Wanda shook her head. "I met Y/N the first time by bumping into her in a hallway-"
"What, no!" Yelena giggled nostalgically. She dropped her glass of beer and started gesturing a little as she counted. "Don't you remember Stark's party, freshman year? I introduced Y/N to the group, and you had just kicked Vision's ass...oh, I think I know why you don't remember. You got drunk as hell and threw up on the guy in the band, the one with the shaved hair. It was Y/N who drove your car back to the dorm, Wanda. You really don't remember her?"
There was a pact to forget about the humiliation from that night, to be honest, but hearing Yelena quote the facts brought it all back with full force. The last fight with Vision, Tony's birthday at Stark Mansion that turned into a riot loud enough for the party to end with the arrival of the police, and a lot of drinking. Enough for Wanda to forget kind eyes and respectful hands keeping her off the sidewalk.
She looked at you again, and remembered your husky laugh, months ago, in her room when her drunk self said she thought you were really pretty.
"Well, I think you're pretty too, Maximoff. So how about, when you sober up, you and I go out on a date?" You asked, ignoring the teasing giggles of the other two - Yelena was helping Natasha back to bed.
"I'd love to." She replied drunkenly, giggling when you helped her get under the covers. She made some joke about dreams that made you smile, and then she never thought about this night again.
In the present, Yelena was saying something about how technically she never rejected you, but Wanda cut her off with excuse, and simply turned her back on her, rushing off in your direction.
Whatever Maria's joke was, it was unheard by you with Wanda's sudden arrival.
"Hey, is everything ok-"
"Why didn't you ask me out again?" She interrupted you almost in desperation, ignoring the presence of the other people. You stared at her in shock, surprised at the sudden question. Maria cleared her throat, gesturing to the girls, and everyone sneaked out.
"Sorry, what?"
"After the party." Wanda retorted without losing her attitude. "You asked me out, and I was too drunk to remember this. Why didn't you ask again after?"
Your cheeks turned pink, and you chuckled awkwardly. "I don't know, Wands." You murmur shyly. Wanda's heart leaps at the lovely image in front of her. "You didn't remember me, and when we started hanging out with everyone else and you quickly included me as a friend, I assumed it was your way of saying you weren't interested without hurting me-"
"But I am interested!" She interrupted you a little louder and more desperate than she would have liked. You gasped in surprise, widening your eyes. "God, I'm so interested."
You chuckle shyly, your face rosy. "Oh, really?"
Wanda thought it best to prove the point, and just grabbed your shirt collar, staring into your eyes for a moment and giving you time to pull away if you wanted to. You did the complete opposite, ending the distance by pressing your lips against hers.
Gasping, Wanda pulled away. "Yeah, definitely interested." She murmured affectedly before kissing you again, now for real, feeling your smile into the kiss.
You ended up parting soon after, both of you unable not to laugh in relief and happiness. Wanda could feel her face burning, and she knew the audience but didn't care one bit. She was too happy for that.
"You taste like beer." Your comment while holding her made her look at you curiously. "Please don't have another alcoholic amnesia with me." You joked with a certain truth, and Wanda chuckled, stealing another intense kiss before pulling away.
"Are you kidding? I'll definitely remember this." She assured you tenderly, and you smiled apologetically. When you went to kiss her again, Wanda placed a finger over your lips. "Besides this, you could sleep over. It will be easy to remember if I wake up next to you..."
You smirked, kissing her cheek, your arms securely around her. "What a naughty girl you turned out to be, Maximoff."
She slid her fingers away to cup your cheek. "Oh darling, you have no idea." And you swallowed dryly at the teasing whisper.
With luck, it wouldn't take them long to cut the cake and end the party.
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I would like to request for a Noah x reader where they’re both friends who are pining for each other.
At one point they were talking about Noah’s hand tattoos and one thing led to another, they both realised the size difference between their hands and they both went 👀👀👀👀😳😳😳😳
MY CHILD!
"Honestly, I really want the next album to progress but I'm really glad the meeting was canceled this morning" Nick sighs as he leans back in his chair. They were currently visiting LA again after traveling. You had asked Noah if he was free to catch up for an hour or two like you all used to before their recent tour.
You had Known Nick for basically you're entire life and you were then introduced to Noah around your teen years. Of course you stuck around for their success, new members and their latest hit album and tour. You had even went on the first half of their tour with them.
“ oh yeah, did I tell you that Y/N is coming to visit after so long?” he informed his friend. “ she should be here pretty soon actually.”
“ oh, so are you gonna finally make your move?” Nicks Eyebrows danced at him,
“ come on, it’s just a meet up. We’re just gonna catch up.” Noah couldn’t help but play with his hands at his friend poking fun at him. Truth was you and him kind of had a little thing going on. A lot of people thought that you would’ve ended up together, but no one ever made a move. There were times where one of you was going to confess to the other, but chickened out last minute. Eventually, you both had kind of ignored it, and just kept being friends.
Oh, and he thought you would’ve felt too overwhelmed with his lifestyle and everything that was going on. You wouldn’t want to settle for someone who is always traveling doing work and writing, and thought it would scare you away. You were one of the most beautiful girls ever eyes and he thought You guys were dying to be with you and you would not settle for him.
You thought that you weren’t enough Noah was an uprising artist, along with the rest of the band, and you thought you were gonna just weigh them down. It didn’t help that Noah was very handsome and it honestly intimidated you into feeling as if you were not pretty enough for him.
Everyone else around you thought you would’ve made a great couple. They found both funny and annoying how long it’s taking you both to realize that you have feelings for one another.
“ I’m telling you you guys guys are running in circles. She clearly likes you and you definitely like her just make your move.”
“ we’ve been over this. I’ve already said it if it-“
“-was meant to happen you wouldn’t feel a certain way when you try to talk to her. I know you say that every time how about you just make a move I promise you dude it is going to work.”
Just before Noah could answer his doorbell ring
“ speaking of the devil herself, there she” side, feeling more anxious than he was before, since the conversation was brought up
“ make your move. This might be your last chance.” And Nick hung up the call, and Noah was face with his fears on his own. He feels his ears, lungs as he pushes himself from his desk and goes to answer the door.
Why am I nervous? She’s just a friend…. It’s not like she would want to be more than that….. even if I wanted it to be
He thought himself as he started to unlock the door. They did you who he would consider one of his best friends but also his secret love. He just wish that he could tell you that.
“ long time no see” you smile up at him just like you used to. How he missed that smile. The way your eyes would slightly squint and how your smile can brighten up any dark day. Oh, how he wished you were his so he could hold you and kiss you and stare at you all day long. Was that weird for him to think about?
“ the same to you look at you really covered in tattoos now” he teased you only seeing about three of them on your arm
“ says the one covered from neck to toe and tattoos all you’re missing or some face tattoos and you’d be complete “ you both give a giggle before he steps aside, and let you .
He watched you as you walked in. The way your hair gently flowed in the wind. Your hips swing with each step that you took.. and that ass . Noah was an extremely respectful person, especially towards women, but he couldn’t deny that you had a great ass on you, and it was one of the features that he really liked on you physically
“ so anything new going on? Aside from resting, of course.” You asked as you popped down on the sofa, making yourself at home as you would usually do
“ oh you know just working on the new album, all that junk. But we got the day off today, so just another day for me to center myself” he sat down close to you
"That sounds really productive and honestly relaxing” you kick your shoes off and fold them underneath your weight
“But tell me about you, you’re the one who’s been traveling and gotten some new ink” he said looking to your new inked skin. Out of all of the friends you were the only odd one out with no tattoos. You had finally gotten one with Nick, and once you left you had gotten one from each state you visited.
“Well, New York was obviously amazing and fluent a great artist for this one,” you pointed to the one on your shoulder “then after went to Virginia, visited some old friends of course and got this one. And finally stopped at Vegas and got this lil cutie” you pointed to a delicate design that wrapped around your wrist and went just about half way into the back of your hand.
Without thinking twice, Noah takes your hands in his and observes the tattoos. Face. You could feel your palms starting to sweat and your heart rate begin to race. You really hope you couldn’t feel how sweaty your hands were getting. You really hope you couldn’t hear how heavy you were breathing all the sudden. You had tried to convince yourself that those feelings were simply just teenage hormones, but now that you say here, again, with him in his living room. Your hands in his as he looked over your tattoos you had realize that those feelings truly did not go away…. However, you didn’t want them to go away either. Something with you hoping he would also reciprocate those feelings.
Then looked up from being much closer to your face than he had thought he was, and he giggled. He struggled to make eye contact with you know that if he did, he would say he’d regret. So, instead, he simply sat there in silence, while you looked at each other.
“They’re um….really pretty..” he said staring at your orbs. Mentally he meant your eyes, but verbally he said. “The tattoos…you found some great artists huh?”
Damn it! That was your chance! Artist? Come on!
“Y-yeah they were great, but compared to yours these are nothing” you blush trying to change the focus of the conversation
"which one is your favorite?" he asks
"I mean it would be hard to chose there are so many..." you chuckle trying not to sound nervous
"well take your pick" he said displaying his arms. You instantly look to his arm covered in a beautiful scarlet from wrist to shoulder. It was your honest favorite. You take his hand in yours as your other hand glides up his arm and trace along the beautiful design. You thought it was one of his best pieces
"this one.." you said softly. You hadn't even noticed he was now holding your hand in his. Your eyes fall down to them as you notice the size difference between you and him. How his hand encaged yours in warmth and comfort. Both your hands lining up finger by finger in front of your faces as your fingers slowly come to intertwine together. His hand lacing with yours nearly perfectly, like a missing puzzle piece finally put together.
"Y/N..." he called you and you finally snap out of your mind. Realizing the position you were in
"O-Oh Noah I'm sorry I didn't mean to do th-"
"I really like you." he blurts out
"....."
"I think..I've alwasy thought of what an amazing, smart and funny girl…I uh…lost my chance when you left to travel but I want…to want know..if you would- if you! If you feel the same way?” He asked cautiously
“…” you remain silent making Josh very nervous
“…if you don’t that totally fi-“ the poor boy was then shut up by your lips on his. It was 100%, defiantly a yes from you. His hand lets go of your as his arms wrap around your waist and brings you closer to him. You both pull back slowly and rest your foreheads on each others
“…well that took long enough” you giggle whisper
“Yeah…just pissed I didn’t do it sooner” he sighs as he rests you in his lap, feeling at home and comfortable with your weight in him
“Well we’re where now,” you smile “and you can make it up to me of course”
“And how’s that?”
“With some more kisses Mr,Sebastian”
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Crimson Lace Part Two.| Mark Lee (M)
Prologue: “I don’t like him around you.” + “You can’t tell me who to not hang around with. And secondly it sounds like you’re jealous.”
Summery: After you slept with Minhyun that night, Mark starts noticing the distance between you and him as you get closer to Minhyun. He grows jealous and becomes angry when you tell him the truth, making him confess sinful things you didn’t know about.
The Warnings: Love Triangle. Mark Lee Twin Tropes. Mark looks like he’s a complete loser in bed but he turns out to be amazing trope >>>. Fem Reader. Jealous and angry! Mark. Twin rivalry. Degrading. Extreme Mean Mark. Edging (so much edging) ice play (ice cubes mentioned a lot) fingering and eating out (Female receiving) begging, Mark has a massive darcyphillia kink. Everythings consensual. Cum play. Thigh riding. Public setting (they’re doing it in university class closet) Nipple play.
The Taglist: @yesohhsehun @chardonnayyyy @dearj43 @jwicore @nuttie-nv-blog @nctzcrime
Cover Credit: @dearj43 tysm<3
THE NOTE: sorry this took so long man. I was very busy. However part 2 is out now <3 enjoy
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It’s been two weeks since that night you’ve slept with Minhyun and let’s just say you’ve probably done it almost everywhere on campus but the dorms. You tried your best to control it. Try to make things go back to normal with the boy but all it took was one touch from him and things lead to a kiss and another more, it baffled you; with how much Minhyun had this control of you.
He knew how to tick the right boxes physically, sure, but mentally you were somewhere else. You were deeply thinking about Mark, his twin brother, wondering what he would think of you for fucking his brother behind his back.
You’re both scared to confess but you want to confess the truth to him. Unlike Minhyun who shown zero care if he’s railing his brothers crush, you were actually more disheartening about the situation more than anyone right now. You thought if this happened to you you’d be raging with fire in your eyes and demanding revenge. Though, you’re unsure how Mark will react. Mark is mostly a very patient guy. Only a few can tug his patience and test the waters, he’s respectful, friendly and never— and I tell you never gets angry. It’s like he’s perfect. A totally chill, laidback and nice guy.
But today it felt quite the opposite in your class. Writing away on your lined paper the front work essay to do in class, every student in the lecture room was doing the same thing. Trying their best to analysis their view point and perception of Oscar Wilde. You weren’t the biggest fan of Wilde but you do have to admit he does have classical literature. Something you could never forget no matter what. Your cheeks become hollow as you suck in your final breathe before pressing the pen down on the table, finishing the last structural paragraph needed to be done. Your conclusion was the best if you’d have to say so yourself.
Mark caught up with you leaving the class. You’re outside walking up the pathway to the girl dormitory. Something you recently signed up for and moved into. You don’t have a roommate yet, but that’s okay. Honestly you prefer the large dormitory to yourself. As Mark suddenly cuts off your pathway, with an expression you dearly avoided for so long till it finally contacts you.
“Y/n we need to talk.” Mark huffs, out of air.
You look up at the man with a raised eyebrow. “Mark I’m really busy with—“
“Fucking my brother?” He suddenly cuts your sentence off leaving your chest to rise, going tighter and tighter leaving little to no oxygen surpassing through your protected lungs. You felt your world stop and crash instantly like a car has ran into you in the five dimensional realm. You weren’t sure how he came up with that idea, but you knew he was correct. You were cornered by him. Questioned by Mark’s suspicion. For whatever evidence he has. You told yourself to come clean, telling yourself now’s the chance to fully address the issues you’ve done. The bad sins you’ve done behind Mark’s knowledge.
Your voice came out like a murmur. “I’m sorry Mark, I was planning to tell you.” Mark heard you say, though all he could look at was the images of you naked, possibly aroused and more, god, how badly he wished it was him who did those things to you. Minhyun took the pleasure of telling him every fucking detail; the way your moans were so disconnected because you cannot speak while fingered by him deep inside your cunt. He described the way your hair gets messy in the cutest way possible. Minhyun didn’t spare Mark the heinously bragging, what fun was that if he did not? He wants to see Mark rage. He wants to see Mark explode with infuriating frustration that he lost you. His dreams and feelings flat out rejected even though he didn’t confess to you.
All the boy could do was lean back and grab forward your wrist with those boba-like eyes, resembling a round onyx seed. A hint of honey brown flicks in those eyes when bright light slants on the wide iris’ it always makes you so mesmerised. It was only simple brown eyes but the way he looks at you through them, the way you see yourself through his eyes makes your tamed heart skipper quicker than anything in this world. Which heartbeat got faster and faster the more he pressed your wrist in his palm in a harshly given gripping hold, he did not spare you the weakness nor mercy. His voice taunts your skin like a shadowed mercenary ready to kill you while you’re unaware.
“A sorry cannot cut out for the way Minhyun purposely tortured me with the details of your beautiful, romantic night, Y/n.”
He sorely refused your apology leaving you to stand there in middle of nowhere outside the all girl’s dormitory awkwardly as the space minute by minute closes like a maze.
“I don’t like him around you.” Mark trailing with a softer growl containing jealousy that you won’t ever prescribe . It felt more than a normal amount of Jealousy.
It was envy. It was the need to be superior than the other. It was the over-loading amount of covetousness that the boy has for you, it felt like an addiction. You were his wrong addiction with no rehabilitation enough to provide Mark to save himself from your magnetic field.
Mark dislikes the way Minhyun claims he has you wrapped round his fingers yet he doesn’t know the way you have Mark chained to you spiritually. The way your bodies speak in such a hidden language from your conscious mind, gently paving your way, as your eyes tremble to the hold.
Your lips fell from this blank thin line to a sudden choke scoffing softly out your beautiful heart shape mouth, your minds were repeatedly thinking that. “You can’t tell me who to not hang around with.”
You pause staring blankly at him.
“And secondly it sounds like you’re jealous.” You strike at him with your indifferent tone. Mark was indeed bothered by the fact that you and Minhyun have gotten closer, have ended up with a physical relationship. He was jealous and he didn’t dare hide it in his voice or bodily language.
“I’m not fucking jealous I’m more than that.” The grip on your wrist tightens as he pulls your bodies inside the dormitory. “I’m wishing it was me with you that night doing those dirty things, Y/n. Call me jealous all you want but I had my eyes on you first. Minhyun could careless about you.” He adds snarking. “Don’t whore for him who can’t even memorise your Starbucks-go-to order and your favourite movie of all times.”
It’s the way he knows your future moves and the next step seeps to be inebriated, you were left alone staring at Mark deeply who’s chest risen up aloof. Your tongue was bitten down against your teeth harshly as you chew on your words, mentally planning your next dialogue. Just about when you open your mouth, “Mark this is ridiculous-” Mark cuts in right again, leaving you down and flat with your dimmed voice.
“Shut the fuck up.” Mark brushes as the palms creep on your face with their cold temperatures solitudes your warm heated face growing warmer by the way his lips crash on to yours giving them the quickest peck, before fully interrogating your mouth as his own home. His tongue slips in with a barge and a venom to strike. Teeth brush against your soft skin layering your lips to picker and become swollen. Your breathe was harsh and a gasp escaped you. Mark wasn’t trying to be gentle. In fact he was simply rough round the edges, like he had enough of you and your stupidity, that he will finally explode and show you just how much he wants you, how much he loves and wishes to be with you and only you. It’s nothing Minhyun could ever compare to, as your emotions were in the way, but Mark was so much physically intending to use you now.
“Mark- Mark please, slow down, we can’t be doing this…”
He was whispering such degrading terms you weren’t sure how to process. It started off with telling you to be quiet, in which you didn’t oblige to. Your voice came off with multi-stuttering in between the kiss. His fingertips gracefully graze down your jawline and reaching your neck where he grabs you firmly on it before pushing you inside the girl dormitory building. He lead you against a wall pushing you down on it. His voice darkens line an abyss wanting to suck you in and trap you there for eternity and more. “Don’t say anything. Let me indulge a little more before you leave.” He achingly told you, as if it hurt to say. Your reddish swollen lips turned red and you couldn’t believe but feel the way his drunk sad eyes longing on you,
You whisper softly. “I’m not going anywhere.” As Mark leans closer adjusting himself to close the gap between your chest and his. “Don’t get my hopes up.” Mark warns leaning down capturing a passionate and helpless kiss to you, but this time you’ve returned it with just as much eagerness he couldn’t compete with.
He knew you were never going to choose him. He knows Minhyun has stolen your heart and made it his own home before he could, and he only has himself to blame for losing you to his own twin brother. He was late. He was slow and too scared for ruining your friendship between you, Mark often stays up late at night thinking to himself that he should’ve made the first move. He should’ve confessed. He shouldn’t be a coward but he did become one at the end of the day. The moment Minhyun slept with you, he lost a part of himself. He lost all self-control.
You want to tell him you won’t ever leave him. That Minhyun and you sleeping was a simple mistake that you enjoyed and wish to keep on the low, that you’re not interested in dating his brother — you wish to tell him this but all you could focus solely on was the way he was kissing you as if it was his last dying wish. You weren’t sure how far it was going to go, but you felt yourself lose control and all together you grip on his neck finally adjusting to it all. You want Mark.
You came to a conclusion that you want Mark now. Your voice came off as a surprise, if anything, it came off as a dropped off bomb combusting a large sparking ember in his heartbroken heart. “Let’s take it to my dorm…” you said with no shame.
With a nod you were leading Mark inside your dorms welcoming the man in with your bodies aching desperately for each other. The door slams shut and Mark had all his strength pinning you down on your bed gasping in the rough kiss marking your swollen mouth. He was gaping at your body, squeezing his fingers on your clothes and under the fabric crewing on your empty skin practically screaming for him to dirty it, to use you, each time it reminds him of the way you look right now telling that this might be the first and very much the last time he shall ever have the chance of sleeping with you. He must savour the opportunity. Seize the opportunity of all opportunities. And he did.
He did do exactly that when the way he stripped you naked before he shown all his skin in front of you. Your breasts were kneading round like they were his personal items, shifting in your bodies flat on your belly. As his lips press on your shoulder and back. He squeezed at your hips, hoarsely whispering to you; “Lift your hips up for me darling.” It gnaws at your subconscious to hear this man, the man who’s always been your friend, respectful and kind to you was completely out of the picture now that he’s treating you with so much rough and rawly strengths, it purged you with sinful thoughts because it turns you to see him so… berserk. Your lower body arches to his demands and Mark reaches to squeeze your ass before spanking it.
Your voice comes through the pillows that Mark purposely buried your face in. You couldn’t see what he’s looking at but you felt his stare on you everywhere. “Good girl. Always so obedient for me aren’t you? Such a good girl.” He knows how to get you riled up with words. He doesn’t even need to touch you to get you going. The clothes on your body did not last a second on you it was a whole new situation with Mark it even surprised you how well he was good at undressing you from head to toe. The lower clothing came off like it was a slipper from your feet. His fingers weren’t the only thing good at taking clothes off. They were starting to please you down below occasionally slipping out your underwear to the side so his fingers can slide deep inside your wet cunt which was soaking for him.
Mark was pleasantly surprised by how wet you were and his thoughts tread on to his twin brother wondering if he was going through back getting you more wet than this. If this was how soaking you are for him than you must be a waterfall when this continues. He is determined to be better than his brother. Better for you and better for himself. If he lives down as the worse brother in bed he would rather have hell take him back and never come out. As your cunt slowly sinks breathing in his fingers he starts to finger you with a medium length pace causing every wall in you to tighten and loosen just round his shape of the fingers going in and out. The second finger slips in and Mark can hear you moan out more at this rate it was only furling him to continue and add the third finger; your voice becomes slightly louder when your hand covers your mouth to shut it down. He smirks seeing you become so self aware of how you sound so pretty and helpless like a little lamb in the open.
Your body shivers when the ice cube melts on your stomach as he kept pressing on it on the skin. Your lips pull away from his as he looks down at you darkly. “Is it cold?” He slants at you and you could only dumbly nod. Mark smirks. “Good, that’s the point.” His voice lingers as he lifts his hand with an ice cube pushing it to your lips.
You look up at the ice cube and then at him again. “Suck on it.” He orders from you and you couldn’t resist leaning into the cube sucking on it letting it melt on your tongue. He would watch fascinated by the heavenly sight.
Mark stares into you so deep in your eyes refusing to break the minimal eye contact even though he is fingering you so hard to the point your thighs are shaking and hugging side to side with how much he was ramming in you he never once broke away. You couldn’t help but moan as you watch him. He didn’t make you look away at all and if you did he would punish you with a spank to the thighs or to your ass it was unbelievably hot however it made you feel things you did not before. Mark whispers seeing you come close. “That’s right baby keep those eyes on me and come on my fingers Hm? I can feel you throbbing so much around my fingers.” He’d tell you describing every little detail about how your body was round him and you couldn’t believe how arousing it was. You ache jolting a little as you push against his fingers. Mark stops moving them as he saw the juice spewing out and at awe taking them out of you.
He’d lick the remaining juice out of you on his fingers clean off not leaving anything behind. He was staring at you as he did so and you relax there stunned by how he could look so good doing something so dirty? You couldn’t even figure out an answer. It was just a Mark Lee thing. But this wasn’t the end. Mark did not get enough of you and he pushed you down to the side to make you lay down where he forcefully re opens your legs splitting them apart like they were a piece of candy and as he did so his mouth comes to attack you with his tongue on your soaking cunt. He was eating you out and the juices on his tongue tasting so good. It was better than his imagination. It couldn’t compare to his lewdness thoughts. The real deal was the best part.
You weren’t sure how to deal with all this pleasure you couldn’t simple handle all of this but knowing it’s Mark you couldn’t bring the urge to push him away. The pleasure was just something you were hunting down all the time. In disbelief as how fast he was eating you out like he was going through a whole decade of starvation it made you also screaming into your hand. Mark wanted people to hear you however. He wanted you to get caught. He loved the idea of Minhyun coming round and walking in on you with him on your bed knowing it isn’t him. Knowing it’s not his brother. Knowing he got a taste of you it will surely piss his brother off too to see you look so beautiful with him in this rightful moment.
“I… I can’t take it anymore Mark— please— please please can i come?” Your voice was as clueless as a little wren walking around the lonely road. Mark looks up from your wet cunt covering in the saliva and your lubricant ghostly smirking above your clit. Mark’s mouth softly perks up kissing your clit and kissing down again. You shiver at his silent response.
He was taunting you slowly. “Hmm…you can take some more y/n. I know you can. If you can take my brother all night why can’t you take me Hm?” His head tilts so condescendingly at you and your eyes clench tight watering at the pleasure ending just to start again to edge her body into nonexistence. His mind wonders of to you laying down Mark suddenly shifts on the bed seeing how you were pleading for a release. How about he gives you one?
Mark sits on the edge and you look up seeing him pull away suddenly and act as if nothing has happened. He motions you with his finger pointing you up and you sit up slowly coming forward to him. His hand pats his thigh as his dark gaze shines straight at you. “Do you want to cum, Y/n?” His voice strikes you down but you nod in response. Mark hums trailing. “Then ride my thigh and make yourself cum on it.” Mark was making you do the work if you want it so badly.
You felt your skin shiver as you tried to wobble over to his thug pushing your wet pussy on the fabric on his clothes. He was barely dressed but the dry fabric pressing to your womanhood was enough to make you squelch and slowly thrusting your thighs on the area made you want to squeeze Mark’s shoulders down in a heavy way. Mark watches you struggle and he loves the view he was getting just seeing how much you were working for the release. The way your thighs and cunt were grinding on his leg was enough to make him aroused at the sight. You were whimpering all sorts of noises out of your mouth. It made his ears only long for more and more.
He laughs watching you shake already and you only just started riding his thigh. He wraps his hands round your hips pushing it further down to his thigh making you squirm and groan at the sensation of you harshly climaxing on his thigh now bursting out a long streak of water and tears going down your cheeks. “Atta’ girl. Look at you finishing on my thigh so quickly… and you crying…” He carries on darkly chuckling. He was laughing at you, but in such a twisted way you couldn’t help wonder where did the Mark you know was? “You’re such a pretty crier. How about you cry for me some more as i fuck the absolute shit out of you.”
And you did. You were bawling with each thrust in that his thick and wide cock buried deep in you as his body was quenching you underneath hardening and moulding your body into his own temple was just as amazing as the pleasure his cock provided to your womb, ramming and splattering in you widening your spine and back letting your body fall and break into pieces just so he could fix you up and move you like he wants you. He had you in so many different positions in just a few minutes he has you squirming begging for more and more and more; Mark can only give so much and he did give you his all where he had you screaming his name.
Chanting his name more like as if it were a mantra. Mark could only wish he can have this on repeat and recorded forever on. You sigh forward with your soft moans humming about into the bedsheets as Mark had you lift your hips up to go on all fours . Your head was buried deep on the bedsheets and pillows where you can barely breathe but the overwhelming pleasure has you slipping out. “P-Please fill me up Mark. I beg you. I bet you Mark.” You we’re pleading so nicely it was almost tempting. Mark smirks pulling your head up by grabbing handful of your hair lifting you this way so he can whisper into your ears.
One hand was roaming your stomach that you were arching in the all four position. “Yeah you want to be filled? You want me to put a baby inside you? Want me to show everyone how much of a whore you are?” You whimper closing your eyes shut as tears come out. He smirks watching them slip out. “That’s right cry some more. It will make me finish quicker.” He growls throwing your head back on the pillows ramming deep in you leaving your womb feeling a warm stretching sensation.
It continues until a liquid was speedily put inside you at a sudden rate leaving you stunned at how good it felt to have Mark finish deep within you letting a string of his come stay in you as he did for a while. He pants heavily as his hands press down on your back. He helps you turn around where he grabs your neck gently but kissing you so roughly speaking against your swollen lips. “Guess who was hearing us behind the door all this time…?”
You couldn’t believe your ears at first until Mark stares straight ahead of you and your eyes widen at the sight. Mark pulls the phone outta the pocket of his jeans scattering on the floor where you stare at the contact name ‘Lee Minhyun’ on the screen phone. Your gaze turns back to the door seeing a shadow outside the dorm door.
“You… called him over on your phone…”
Mark smirks back at you. “That’s right. This will show him who you truly love and belong to.”
He turns around pointing at the crimson lace that you wore before. “Oh by the way… you should wear this Crimson Lace more often. It suits you.”
NCT SMUT FICS.
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Barely Breathing | Three
The aftermath of Tyler cheating
Warnings: angst, smut
A/N: third and final part to this series with @madhatterbri. y/n gets her revenge but probably not how you would expect
Tyler basically moved back in at his parent’s house after the breakup. He still had his penthouse but he didn’t want to be alone in it.
All of the reminders of you would haunt him if he went back. The dresser drawers that were cleared out of all of your stuff you took when you left and the photos of the two of you decorating the living room was something he just didn’t think he could handle right now.
He sent you text message after text message begging for a chance to explain everything but he assumed you must have blocked his number when days went by without a single reply.
It wasn’t until one night as he was sitting outside with his dad puffing on a cigar and having a glass of whiskey that his phone buzzed in his pocket, and he had to take a double look at the screen when he saw your name floating on it.
“Y/n wants to talk tonight.” He says, looking over at Taz with wide, hopeful eyes.
“I told you to give her some time to blow off steam. Still don’t agree with what you did, but I’m glad she’s giving you a shot to explain your stupid actions.”
Taz had been hard on him about the whole ordeal. He had no idea that Tyler cheated on you until he confessed it the night he showed up drunk at his door.
He didn’t scold him that night, because it was obvious that Tyler wasn’t in his right mind, but the next day and every time you came up in conversation, he made it a point to tell him that he made a big mistake.
“Yeah.” He sighs as he puffs on the cigar, exhaling some smoke above his head. “I’m gonna regret that for the rest of my life, honestly. I’m just glad she’s even talking to me again.”
“You should.” Taz adds, sipping on his glass. “Know what else you should do?”
“What?”
“Take your ass home and put on some new clothes. Shower, shave, fix yourself up. You’ve been moping around in the same clothes for days and I haven’t seen your hair wet since you got here, so I’m pretty sure you ain’t had a shower either.”
“I took one yesterday.” Tyler attested. “But yeah, I need to change. Guess i’m gonna go.”
He put the cigar out and finished the last bit of whiskey in his glass before he got up from the chair. Just before he was about to leave, his dad stopped him.
“Son, listen to me. If she gives you another shot, you better not blow it this time. You got a good girl who loves you and treats you good. Start acting like it.”
What Tyler didn’t know, was that good girl that left his house that night was nothing close to the girl who was stepping back in.
You had been completely broken down by what he did. It haunted you every single night. You went through all stages of mourning it felt like, but landed firmly on one that felt way better than sitting around crying over him.
You were angry. The more you thought about it, the more rage made home inside of you. The years you spent together and all the things you went through being completely disregarded for some girl he couldn’t keep his hands off of made you despise him even more than anything else anymore.
You just wanted him to feel the same pain you had to suffer through, and no matter how many texts he sends saying that he misses you and he’s just so damn sorry, you knew he wasn’t the level of sorry that he should be.
Tyler took his time getting ready. He had butterflies in his stomach for the first time in a long time. He kept glancing at the clock but time was going by so slow, he was just anticipating when you’d be knocking at that door.
He picked up a bouquet of roses on the way back. He didn’t know if you’d accept them but he felt like it was the very least he could do to thank you for giving him a chance to talk to you.
He was nervously messing with his hair when he heard the faint knocks at the door, and had to take a deep breath before he opened it.
Seeing you again was something that made his heart feel like it was getting squeezed by stone hands in his chest. You looked good. You didn’t look like you were going through a breakup by any means. He wondered if you had to take your time getting ready to hide what you really had been feeling like or if you were really just fine like you seem.
“Hey” he breathes out as he opens the door. You send him a barely there smile and step in. You spot the roses on the kitchen island and roll your eyes before he sees it.
“Those for me?” You asked, feigning a smile.
“Yeah, they are.” He walks over to the bouquet and passes them to you, thankful and relieved when you take them from his hand.
“My way of saying thank you for giving me a chance to explain things.” He says.
You set the bouquet down and shake your head.
“I’m not here to talk about what happened.” You tell him.
“You’re not?” I thought you-“
You cut him off with a kiss to his lips and instantly felt his hands on your hips, pulling you into him as close as you could possibly get.
When the initial shock wore off, he kissed you back with a newfound intention that suddenly hit him.
You stepped out of your shoes and made quick work of getting his shirt off, only breaking the kiss to pull it off before you locked your lips with his again.
It was painful to think about another woman kissing him like this, but you had to force those thoughts away before you ruined everything for yourself.
Running your nails down his abs made you wonder if her nails traced the same path. Grabbing fistfuls of his hair didn’t feel as soft between your fingers when you knew another set of hands had been in them too.
It solidified everything for you. You knew you’d never be able to forgive and sure as hell not forget.
Tyler’s lips trailed from your jaw to your neck as he unclasped your bra and slid the straps down your arms. He leaned back to look at you, his eyes filled with pure, undeniable admiration but yours were just dull, the life completely sucked out of them.
He was so caught up in the moment that he wouldn’t have been able to tell that you were just a shell of who you used to be standing before him.
He leaned down and wrapped his arms underneath you, swiftly picking you up and carrying you into the bedroom. Feeling the bed beneath your bare back as he gently laid you down was a strange feeling. You never expected to be in that bed again after that night.
He peppered some kisses to your collarbone as he slid your pants down, along with your underwear, leaving you completely bare and vulnerable underneath him.
“You are so gorgeous.” He whispered in pure awe. It had only been a couple days but he thought he’d never get to see you like this again.
You grabbed his arms and pulled him down to you, his eyes adverting from your body to your eyes in an instant. You could practically read his mind. Every thought he was having and every feeling rushing through him.
You hated that you still loved him, because you could see full well that he was probably falling even harder in love with you in that moment, and maybe if you didn’t love him, it wouldn’t hurt you.
It was just another thing to force out of your mind as you grabbed his length in your hand and guided it to your entrance. He swallowed harshly before he pulled back some.
“Wait” He says, sliding his tongue over his lips. “Are you sure you want to do this like this? I don’t want you still be mad at me after we’re done. I would rather talk about everything first and then, if you want to, we can do this.”
“I’m not mad anymore, just fuck me please.”
You didn’t give him a chance to say anything more when you pulled him down by his chain, locking your lips with his again. He melted into you at that moment, his fingers sifting gently through your hair as his lips moved with yours in perfect harmony.
You felt him push into you and let a soft moan slip out, wrapping your legs around his waist to push him in deeper.
His hand found yours and he intertwined your fingers together, softly holding it above your head as he slowly thrusted into you.
It was too soft and sweet for you, though. The way he was peppering kisses to each inch of your face and the slow, languid movements. That’s not what you needed, so you reversed the roles and ended up on top of him, pinning his hands above his head as you took full control.
His lips lingered over your neck, he wanted to catch your kiss but you didn’t let him.
He was taken back but pleased with the sudden dominance, he didn’t object to it. His eyes stayed trained on you as he watched you take every inch of him, doing your best not to collapse down on top of him when he started arching his hips high off the bed.
You screwed your eyes shut so you didn’t have to watch him. It was a harder task than you expected it to be. Hearing the sounds of his low groans and heavy sighs, the occasional whisper of your name leaving his lips, it was pulling at your heart strings and that was the last thing you needed.
You made the mistake of letting go of one of his hands, and he immediately brought it to the back of your neck to bring you down to his lips. You tasted whiskey and fresh mint on your tongue, the kiss so filled with passion and desire that it made your head spin.
You broke away and straightened up on top of him, letting his other hand go and you allowed it to grab your hip, guiding you.
His lips parted and you felt him twitch inside of you, already knowing what was coming so you picked up the pace to get him there faster. You didn’t care enough about yourself.
He surprised you when he sat up and wrapped his arms around you, holding you close and placing soft, sloppy kisses to your neck as he thrusted up into you.
“I love you so much, yn” He whispers against your skin. Words that didn’t mean anything anymore.
His hips stuttered and you quickly got off of him, not trying to risk anything under the circumstances. He must have expected you to catch his release but you didn’t, and instead let it drench the bedsheets while you slid off the bed and found your clothes scattered on the floor.
He watched you for a moment before he got up and headed into the bathroom. When he came back, you were fully dressed and fixing your hair in the mirror.
“You’re not staying the night?” He asks with a small voice. You caught his expression in the reflection before you turned around to face him.
“Why would I do that?” You asked.
“I mean, I would love it if you did.” He says, starting to walk towards you, but you step closer to the door.
“No, Tyler. I’m not staying the night with you. I’m never coming back here again, either.”
“What?”
“I hope you enjoyed your last time ever fucking me. Hope that girl was worth it.” You forge a taunting smirk before you walked out the bedroom.
He was hot on your heels but you didn’t turn around until you reached the front door.
“Are you seriously doing this right now?” He asks, his eyes filled with pain and despair, just how you wanted to leave him.
“Did you seriously expect anything else? You cheated on me, babe. You deserve everything you’re getting.” You shrug before you open the door and step out, making the man you once planned to marry just a boy from your past.
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Hey idk if you're taking requests but if you are can I request (the marvel girls) x fem!reader? And if someone started hitting on reader (and like reader flirted back) but (the girls) and fem reader aren't dating yet, they just have a crush on reader but reader doesn't know that, sorry if this is confusing my English isn't so good
I LOVE NEBULA SM YOU WRITE HER SO GOOD
I'm the one who understands you
AHH love this! and dw abt your english babe mine wasn't very good a while back either🩶🩶
carol danvers
even before you're dating carol is very protective over you. and while everyone asks why she protects you but won't ask you out she can't answer. but when she sees you flirt back with someone all her pride is gone. she can't act like you're hers if you literally just flirted back. she'll try to coward away but she genuinely doesn't want to use you. if shes feeling up to herself she'll go up to you two and try to assert dominance. she'll let out a "who's this?" but way less confident than she wanted to. when she sees you don't seem uncomfortable with the presence of the other person she loses a little confidence. she won't directly tell you about it, but shell ask if you're dating the person later.
sharon carter
sharon watches from afar. she watches your every move and is suprised when she sees you flirt back. she's made it very known to you that she likes you but if you just don't realize it. and while she will definitely be a little hurt, she doesn't know how to react so it turns into silence. she'll give you the silence treatment and will honestly be a little mean. not enough to hurt you or intentionally make you cry. her flight or fight almost goes off but when she realizes that she genuinely wants to build a life with you, she eventually confess. after a few days she'll want to confess. she's realized that maybe ignoring you will drive you away and attract you to her 'competition'
darcy lewis
i feel like darcy would lowkey cry:(. like when you like someone so much that seeing them flirt with someone just hurts as if they cheated on you. that's what happens. she'll not want to confront you about it in the moment but later she will question. and jane will be hearing it all. you go to comfort her not knowing you're the reason for her state. in these moments she'll hold on to you tight and pray you want her. she'll be clingy. when you realize why's she's upset she might b a little mad but will eventually forgive you. when you take her out and cheer her up she'll slap you're head and scold you to not do it again
nebula
oh lord you're dead. i feel like nebulas either really mad or gets shy. of course you wouldn't want her. or you're mine and no one else can have you. a mix of both. when she sees you flirt with someone she'll get mad a drag you away from them. asking what the fuck you were doing. when you don't realize it's because she's jealous you'll be a little confused, wondering if you offended her. and shit you damn well did. she'll be mad at you for a while and won't let anyone near you for a few days after. then as you try to calm her down you here an almost inaudible "you're mine".
maria hill
seeing you flirt with someone else hurt maria. and she'll let you know. not in a toxic-try-to-make-you- feel-bad way. but a more mature way. she'll ask to speak to you in private and state things like 'i'm not sure we want the same thing' or 'i thought we had something' something along those lines. but she'll be very sincere and sweet. it's okay if you don't like her but she'd like to know. and sure she's pretty closed off about her romantic feelings, but she'd want you to know. if there's a chance that the feelings are mutual, she's going to take it.
kate bishop
kate would just be baffled. okay you're incredibly beautiful but she always looked away so she wouldn't see if you flirted back. and watching you get flirty and touchy with another person hurt. you always touch her arm like that and she's the only one who gets to make you laugh like that. shes confused because she genuinely thought you two were thingy thing. and afterwards when you get time alone she's asking you all the questions. are you going on a date with them? you like them? when did you meet? you sure you can trust them? but she'll just ramble trying to convince you not to be with them, but with her.
a/n W request bro. got so into them for no reason
#carol danvers x reader#sharon carter x reader#darcy lewis x reader#nebula x reader#maria hill x reader#kate bishop x reader#marvel x reader#marvel imagine#wlw
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Hey hey, can you write a story with billy x yn? I think about something like, yn is related to somebody of the kids and he and billy know each other since childhood. She is a loud girl and bratty. Billy puts her in her place very often but he is very patient with her. He protects her from everything and everyone. When they're drunk sometimes they have no control and make out. One day when they are at a party again she gets too naughty billy can't help it and shows her who's in charge. The next day she ignores him because she thought he only did it because of the alcohol. But then he confesses his feelings to her
so I changed some things because I just like puke this out in two days but I really hope that you enjoooy <3.
Nonsense | billy hargrove
billy hargrove masterlist
playlists: how hot you feel | how good billy feels.
words: 3.8k
summary: Honestly, it's not your fault that Billy's an ass and that you have to try to forget about a certain kiss. Not that Billy's going to let you go out of that bathroom without making it very clear that you're his.
warnings: raw smuttt, i think it's the dirtiest thing I've wrote for billy lol. 18+. unprotected sex (sorry didn't have it in me to add the condom move)
“What the fuck are you doing?” Billy growled at you as he slammed shut the door to the bathroom. His electric blue eyes narrowed, his nostrils flared up, and his breath harsh as you glared at him.
To be fair, you’d warned Billy about letting loose that night.
You’d been so exhausted from final exams that you really just wanted to throw it all away. You’d been locked up in your room studying for about a month, which you knew you had to do since you wanted to leave High School on a good note. Now, you were ready to move to California with Billy, your best friend. At least, that was what you considered him for a while, although he would probably deny that you were best friends since he acted like he couldn’t stand you.
See, Billy and you had a complicated relationship. Billy had been in your life since you could remember, his mother and yours were actually best friends which meant that you’d had pictures with him together on the beach since you were one year old. His mother always told you that you were destined to fall in love but both of you always refused the notion; even to the point where you had promised the other that you’d never fall in love with the other.
And yet, you broke it sometime around your thirteen birthday.
Billy grew resentful and angry when he grew up, which only got worse when his mother left. Thankfully, your father had become friends with Neil to the point that you weren’t cut off from Billy’s life, it also meant that your father wasn’t a great person. In those times, after Billy would appear with a black eye at school, you would chase him around trying to see if he needed the help but he would often yell at you when other boys and some girls surrounded him. You would fight him, calling him out on how he was treating you -one thing with you was that you would never go down quiet-, curse him out as he called you a brat and then run away.
Just like you were doing right now.
“Nobody asked you to ruin my chances of getting laid tonight!” you screamed at him, jabbing at his chest. For a moment you saw his expression falter, a look of hurt flashed across his features but then they returned to the same vexed expression.
“Well, you were acting like a fucking slut,” he spat cruelly.
His words would always sting, no matter how used you were about them and no matter that you’d known that Billy didn’t mean them. You didn’t try to mind them though, but you did wonder how the hell did they still affect you after all those years.
“Fuck you,” you challenged.
Although the hurt only surfaced for a moment before you manage to conceal it again, you see how he immediately regrets it as you tried to move towards the door, reaching for you.
He always reached for you, he was always there for you.
After your fights, Billy would sneak into your room and he would curl up with you without your parents knowing on your bed. He would read to you and you would play with his curls until he felt safe enough to tell you what happen, sometimes he would cry and you would hold him.
Then, after he left on those nights, you would never talk about it but there was clearly a shift in your relationship after the first night.
And then Billy got into a fight with someone, which only validated your theories that something had changed
You admitted that some might consider you a brat but you couldn’t care less about what they thought. It was usually your way or the highway, you wondered if it was because of how you grew up in a household where you didn’t feel able to make your own choices or speak your mind because of your father but you decided to not follow that pattern outside of the jail, as you often referred to.
Therefore, you weren’t quiet and you would get what you wanted, even if it was quite dangerous. Some asshole, who you flirted with at a party had been spreading the rumor about how you’d open your legs for him at a party, he’d called you a slut at lunch. You’d managed to get a good slap before he pushed you and you fell on the floor, all of the sudden, Billy had almost cracked the guy's nose with about two punches. The purplish and red bruises on his knuckles were the first thing you noticed as he helped you stand up from the floor.
After that, Billy was always there. He’d still act annoyed about how loud, flirty and bratty you were and you would still call him out on why he would act like such a dick and be an asshole to everyone. Screaming at each other and putting the other in their place wasn’t new in your relationship, some people like Max would tell you that they didn’t understand why you would keep up with the other but he would be there to hold you when you were hurt and you would be there when he cried.
“y/n,” he stated as he reached for your hand but you pulled it away.
“You are an asshole,” you said, spinning around and jabbing a finger into his chest. “You think I cannot fuck whoever I want because you said so?”
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Billy seethed as he glared at you, towering over your frame.“Wait, are you seriously trying to fuck Patrick McKinney?”
“Why do you care!?” you screamed, angry hot tears threatening to fall from your eyes as you glared at him.
The truth was, you weren’t angry that Billy had pulled you out of the party and locked you in the bathroom. You weren’t angry that he had ruined any chances with Patrick. You were angry because he had done so, even after he’d faltered to say anything about your kiss a month prior.
After your mother passed away, your father opted for moving to Hawkins reasoning that raising a teenager your age was way too difficult in such a sin-filled state like California but the truth was that he couldn’t hold down a job and it was easier to go back to the place where he’d grown up, to his brother so he could get a job.
You hated it, the most important thing that you hated was that you would leave Billy behind. But surprisingly, your father’s departure and fake reasoning moved something in Neil’s heart and he decided to help you move out to Hawkins, where you would be staying with your side of the family the Wheelers. Neil stayed for a week and a couple of days after he left you received an angry call from Billy, Neil had decided to move to Hawkins too. Move everyone to Hawkins.
You felt guilty for a while, although Billy just stayed mad at you for approximately the moment he was told the news, and fifteen seconds after you welcomed him to the awfully small town with a big hug. Both of your arrival at Hawkins High had a ripple effect, your sun-kissed skin and attitudes made you guys instantly popular, not that you and Billy ever spent too much time dwelling on it, you just took its advantage. Which for you included being given flowers and multiple requests for dates all the time, while Billy focused on flirting and taking out girls. You couldn’t lie that it hurt you when a girl in your friend group would bring up that she and Billy had been dry-humping all night or that they finally had sex. It made you irrationally angry when it happened though, but you tried to forget about it. Instead, you focused on your conquests and dates, you only had sex with one other guy which was Steve Harrington, although you just ended up as friends.
That’s what you’d been talking about last week, the fact that you hadn’t had sex with just Steve while you were at Hawkins. The wine that you’d stolen from your uncle's place made you dizzy as you lay on the floor of your bed while Billy smiled at you as he sat next to you. The insecurity and its weight on your words made Billy laugh as he repeated that you were perfectly good and not damaged, that it was better to have sex only with the people you truly cared about. You’d smiled and offered that if that was true, you would’ve slept together by now.
It was an innocent comment, at least that’s what you thought. Billy didn’t see it like that though.
He leaned down before you could protest or realize, Billy had claimed your lips. He cupped your face in his hands and pressed his lips against yours, you didn’t move for a second thanks to the shock but then you immediately kissed him back, practically melting into him as he slipped his tongue into your mouth. His kisses were hot and feverishly, they were desperate as if he’d die if he didn’t continue to kiss you. You whimpered as you tangled your fingers into his hair, attempting to bring him closer.
And then you heard your dad entering the house.
Billy pulled away as you both snapped your heads towards the door, your father would kill you if he saw the wine or that you had Billy in your room while you were just on a flimsy shirt and some extremely short shorts. Billy got the cue and quickly hauled ass out of your room. After that, life seemed to get in the way but also Billy never brought it up, he never dared to stay anything and he continued to go out on dates.
You hated it.
And so you’d decided to let loose that night and find someone, anyone, that could erase Billy from your thoughts.
“You know I do!” Billy screamed as your back hit the door.
“Sure, you do,” you snarled at him, pushing him on his chest but he didn’t really move. “You kissed me and then you went on to fuck Tina,”
“What?” Bully asked in a husky tone.“I thought,” but his voice died down. Billy’s anger faltered for a second time and you wanted to smile because he couldn’t keep up with being angry at you for too long, he was already breaking.
Nonetheless, his features didn’t convey softness, he was confused.
“You and your amazing brain didn’t figure I would be hurt?” you sneered while glaring at him.
“You’re jealous?” Billy asked, moving closer to you, his breathing harsh and shallow as he glared at you, though it wasn’t his normal fire, it was a heated gaze of another sort.
“You were too!” you snapped, stepping even closer to him defiantly.
Both of you fell silent, breathings harsh and shallow as you glared at the other but all of a sudden Billy cupped your face with his hands again, you felt hot, your body prickling and goosebumps rising on your skin from the look Billy was giving you.
Then his eyes flickered down to your lips.
“What are you?”
“Shut up,” Billy growled as he grabbed your waist, arms looping around your body and pushing you against him.
That was all it took.
Billy lurched forward as he pinned you to the door with his body, grabbing the back of your neck and kissing you hard. You reached up and draped your arms over his back, matching his fervent kisses as he shifted you with one arm, lifting you off the ground, perfectly settling his hips between your spread legs.
You were angry at yourself for a moment as you whimpered softly as Billy’s tongue slipped past your lips, tangling with yours as the intensity of the kiss grew. It was not fair that you’d waited this long for him. The kiss was all fire, it was feverishly, it was longing, it was desperate.
Your head spun suddenly as Billy grounded against you and your legs hooked around his waist to their own accord. You moaned loudly as you felt Billy’s bulge pushing persistently against you in those tight jeans, the friction feeling delicious against your clothed core.
Billy smirked and you could feel it as he pressed harder against you, suddenly pulling back to kiss your neck. He ravage it, sucking and biting your skin as you tried to move your hips as best as you could to find release. It was wild, it was pure heat and fire as your back arched sharply as he hit just the right spot while you cling to him. You can feel exactly how hard he is and how desperate he grounds against you.
“Come here,” Billy growled, pulling you from the door and settling you down in the sink before he quickly started to kiss his way down your body.
His lips worked down your throat and then along your chest, leaving bite marks on the skin that he could find, marking you as his. You moaned softly as he caressed your breast with one hand that had managed to make its way under the shirt you’d chosen and you’d never been happier of going without a bra to a party.
You leaned back on your palms as he reached your navel as your heartbeat rose in anticipation you glanced at Billy for a second while he looked up at you, his electric blue eyes tingling in anticipation as he fell to his knees as began to part your legs for him. A Cheshire cat smile grew instantly as his fingers run between your fold and you couldn’t back the whimper back.
“You’ve always wanted so fucking bad, don’t you?” Billy’s voice is low as he watches you from your position and you couldn’t help but whimper as he presses two fingers into you without a warning. “Come on, baby girl,” he growls as he suddenly bites your inner thigh, making you scream. “I want to hear you say it, I want to hear you say that you're mine,”
“Please, Billy, I'm yours,” you practically cry out. It’s pathetic honestly, the way your voice isn’t too determined and harsh as it always is but now you just can whine and your pussy clenches around his fingers just by the way he chuckled.
“You like that?” he asks while he raised an eyebrow. “You like to beg, don’t you?”
You cry out again when you feel his fingers curling inside of you. It sounds like music to his ears as he moves his fingers in and out of you in an enticing rhythm but you don’t want only his fingers inside of you, you want his mouth. Billy brushes the knuckle of his middle finger over your clit, just barely grazing it and you know he’s punishing you for not answering him.
“Please, please Billy,” you whimpered as you tried to move towards his face.
“Atta’ girl,”
Billy quickly moves his mouth between your legs, his fingers moving in and out of you, glistening from your excitement as he flickers his tongue on your clit. You whine, jutting his hips out toward him as he starts to suck your clit harshly which coaxed a desperate moan from your lips as you feel your orgasm coming. Your fingers raked through his golden curls, eyes closed as your head falls back into the mirror, moaning loudly as the knot on your stomach only got together. You’re pretty sure that your brain is short-circuiting the second that he replaces his fingers with his tongue, fucking you as soft gasps escape your lips.
“Don’t stop, don't stop,” you whimper, failing to keep your voice down but honestly you don’t care if anyone hears you as Billy devours your pussy like a mad that has been starved. You clench your thighs around his head and you curse silently as you listen to a muffle goddamn, the vibrations of his voice sending you over the edge.
Billy can’t even pretend that he isn’t pleased with himself by the way that he made you cum already and if this any other moment when you weren’t so desperate for him, you might’ve tried to wipe that cocky grin from his face but you don’t have it in yourself. Billy quickly brushes your hair off your face as he admires your comedown glow.
“I’ve always wanted to see that,” he murmurs as he kisses your lips softly, you taste yourself in his tongue, and you whimper. “You are fucking gorgeous,”
Since you feel like your tongue and your brain aren’t connected by the way that he’d just made you come, you simply grab the back of his neck and kiss him hard, moaning softly, hoping that he can get the memo, hoping that the way that you just forcibly slipped your tongue pass his lips was a clear enough Billy, just fuck me. He takes the hint when you’re finally fumbling with his belt and then pushing fast on the waistbands of his jeans. Thankfully, his lips never leave your mouth.
It’s almost a blur; you shove his pants down, freeing him from the confide of his jeans and boxers, before you take his aching cock and guide him between your legs, dragging his tip between your folds. Billy’s jaw clenches as he feels you, so wet, so perfect for him.
“All for you,” you whisper, kissing him lazily and you almost gasp at the way he suddenly grasps your hips. There is no doubt in your mind that you’re going to have bruises tomorrow but you don’t find yourself caring as he pushed slowly into you. You both gasp softly, lips inches apart until Billy’s finally buried fully into you. He’s big, he might be bigger than what you’d anticipated but soon the sting dies down.
Suddenly, your eyes meet.
Everything stood still. As if the music had turned down outside as if the people had stopped talking as if time had stopped. His electric blue eyes stared at you in such a warm and perfectly wonderful way that you wondered when did his blue eyes turn into the same as the ocean in California. How either of you had seen it, had seen that you were perfect for the other, that you wanted him since you could remember.
“Okay?” he whispered.
“Yeah,” you mutter, nose brushing against his.
“I love you,” he replied, not an inch of doubt in his voice but you don’t get to answer as he starts thrusting into you roughly.
You grab at his shoulder desperately as his cock drives deeper into you. Your eyes flutter shut as you moan against his earlobe and Billy’s sure he’ll be replaying that sound in his mind forever. He bucks his hips forward, feeling your walls clench at the sudden move while your nails bite into his shoulders.
His face suddenly buried in the crook of your neck as he holds you in place while you squeak in pleasure and began to roll your hips to match his thrusts. It’s wild and frantic, and both of you are lost in the sensation of each other. Though Billy’s touching you tenderly, he isn’t just fucking you by the way he holds onto you. You, on the other hand, can only cling to him, fingers digging from his shoulder into his back as he finds a steady pace while your moans and soft breaths fill the room with his harsh grunts.
But suddenly, he pulls out of you and you whimper softly at the loss of warmth and the empty feeling before Billy pulls you down and flips you over, your hands find the edge of the sink before your eyes meet you, in the mirror. Pinks cheek, doe-eyed, cock drunk for sure, clothes in disarray and then there was Billy, holding you in place.
“Look, how fucking beautiful you are,” Billy grunts and you inhale sharply as he suddenly pushes into you without warning. Your knees half buckle and he has to slip his arm around your waist to keep you upright against him.
It’s honestly dirty, the sight of Billy with his pants down, driving into you as wet noises fill the room and you can see your arousal dripping from your legs. Nonetheless, you can’t see it too much, your eyes shut tight when you feel Billy hitting that spot and he brushes his thumb over your nipple under the shirt. He’s rocking back and forth, roughly and you cry out his name.
“Feels so good,” you whimpered as you open your eyes again and see his eyes raking over the reflected image before you.
Before you know it, Billy’s hand snakes to your throat and pulls you back against him. Your back completely flushed against his chest as he continues to drive deeper and deeper into you as if it were possible while he leaves open-mouthed kisses in your throat. You suddenly, grab Billy’s hand and make him press softly on the side of your throat. Billy catches it quickly, immediately curling his hand around your throat and pressing as he fucks into you.
It’s too much, your eyes roll to the back of your head, pleasure burning through you as you feel dizzy. You’re so close and Billy knows it, he feels how your pussy clench around his walls, he moves you again, tilting his hips and thrusting again. Hard. Perfect.
And you scream, you scream so fucking hard that there’s no way that you can talk after that and that screams it’s what sends you over the edge. Fucking ecstasy. A rush of fire burns through your body while Billy continues to fuck you through your orgasms.
“Good girl,” he grunts at the way that your walls are pulsing around him, milking him for every last drop of his. “y/n,” his breath burns into the side of your neck, your name perfect on his lips.
“Fuck, you're mine” he pants, hips stuttering as he pushes deeper into you, as deep as he can, and spills inside of you. He holds you tightly as you continue to tremble from the force of your orgasms and you seem like you are aware of nothing but where you’re touching him.
All you feel is Billy and all you want to feel is Billy.
It takes a long time for both of you to stop shaking, for the room to stop spinning but soon, Billy’s pushing out of you and flipping you around, holding you tight against his chest for a moment. There’s nowhere in the world where you’d rather be but there, in his arms, in the arms of the boy you’d always love.
“I love you,” he says again.
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Found yourself a friend; Wednesday Addams x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Bad angst? idk bad fanfic
A/N: Uh this is not my first time writing fanfic but it's the first time Im posting it so pls be nice I am very fragile
Word count: 1.4k
Wednesday had never meant for it to get this complicated, but unfortunately you had bigger plans, seeming as she was standing in your room, eyes red rimmed from crying.
You had been the new student at Nevermore along with Wednesday, you and her being the exceptions as both of your mothers had been close with Principle Weems during their time at Nevermore.
You immediately felt drawn to her, hanging around with her and Enid almost everyday, and sometime after the Poe Cup, you had developed a crush on her. You had to tell Enid almost right away, after you found her reading your journal (which you swore was not a diary), forcing you to confess your feelings for Wednesday.
"I can't believe I didn't see it! I mean, you, anxious, bumbling, clumsy-"
"Enid!"
"Sorry! Sorry. But I mean you, clumsy and always causing problems, and Wednesday, perfectly calm and collected? It makes perfect sense! How could I be so blind?" She had scolded herself before ushering you to tell her all about how you felt.
"What is it you like about her, though? I know I said it was obvious, but you're so….not-Wednesday-y." Enid looked at you confused.
"I don- I don't know, okay? I just- She's so smart and she always has a solution, and she's so, so beautiful it makes me want to change my name and move countries!" You babbled. In your eyes Wednesday was perfect, and nothing would change that.
After that, Enid was constantly trying to get you two alone together, which rarely worked.
"Guys! I just got a text from Yoko, she said it's an emergency, I gotta go!" Enid scrambled, collecting her jacket and shoes. You glared at her, aware of her plan.
"If Yoko is in trouble, we should all go. Who knows what you'll do if you're alone." Wednesday pointed out coldly. You nodded briskly and began collecting your own things from the floor. Enid pouted and sighed.
Though you had been trying to conceal your crush, you couldn't help but become more physically affectionate with Wednesday, occasionally brushing your hand against hers while walking to class, or leaning in closer to her when talking about her research on The Hyde.
She had brushed it off with a cold glare, pulling away from you to continue speaking. Though you continued your advances. Until one day, it became too much.
You were walking with her around the school grounds during lunch, brushing your hand off hers and bumping into her playfully as you talked about your day to her, her head buried in an old book she found in the library, containing information on The Hyde.
"Enough! I am sick and tired of you throwing yourself at me every chance you get, Y/n. We are not friends. And I do not like you. Now kindly leave me alone and never speak to me ever again or I will rip apart every single thing you own." She threatened, her eyes were hard and cold, full of anger.
You stood there silently, unable to register the words spoken to you properly as you avoided Wednesdays' piercing gaze. You sniffed, tears welling in your eyes as your body shook.
You looked at Wednesday with tearful eyes and nodded, not seeing the regret on her face through your tears. You turned on your heel and rushed back to your dorm, covering your face as everyone stared at you and Wednesday.
You found refuge in you and Bianca's dorm, sitting on your bed crying as a group of girls comforted you.
"Honestly, Y/n, she's not worth it!" Yoko tried consulting you as the other girls nodded.
"I knew that girl was trouble the second she walked in, always stringing people along only to break their hearts." Bianca spat, her hatred for Wednesday growing more by the second.
Enid kept quiet, not wanting to speak bad about her roommate, though she was furious with her.
Knock Knock.
All eyes turned to the door.
"It better not be her!" One of the girls, Tazmina, cried.
"I'll get it." You mumbled, rising from the bed and drying your eyes with your sleeve. The girls watched in silence as you made your way to the door, turning the handle and peaking outside.
And there stood Wednesday, her eyes red from crying, her hair ruffled and untidy, holding a bunch of deep red roses.
Previously
After you had run off, Wednesday found herself doing the same, running up to her and Enid's dorm, ignoring the blazing stare of her peers.
She flung open the door and crashed onto her bed, ignoring Things' frazzled tapping.
In the silence of her room, with only herself to blame for her mistake, Wednesday allowed herself to cry.
Sobs wracked her body as she shook, unable to keep her feelings inside. All the regret and guilt coming out in tears and heaves. She felt utterly and truly sick.
She sat on her bed as she explained her situation to Thing, who scolded her thoroughly. She took out her journal from its hiding spot, flipping through the pages, all of them containing your name. She stopped at some of the entries.
Dearest Journal,
Today has been truly awful. I caught sight of Y/n and Bianca hanging out again. Does Y/n like her? Why did she laugh so much? She never laughs that much around me. I fear I am scaring her off. She looked devastatingly gorgeous today. Her h/c hair looked so shiny and perfect, I felt like a pathetic school girl with a crush on her teacher.
Dearest Journal,
Y/n's hand brushed off mine again. I only wish I had the confidence to hold it. I wonder at night what it must feel like, would she like the feeling of my own hand in hers? Her skin looks so soft, she looks so soft, I just want to wrap my arms around her and never, ever let go.
Dearest Journal,
I almost confessed to Y/n today. She just looked so horribly beautiful, her face does the cutest thing when she's focused, she looks like a kitten. My feelings disgust me, and yet I cannot get them to leave.
Wednesday closed the leather journal and made up her mind.
She told her plan to Thing, who seemed incredibly enthusiastic about the whole ordeal.
"You've been hanging around with Enid too much these days." She muttered.
Sneaking down into Ms. Thornhills' room, Wednesday picked up the bouquet of red roses that stood idle in a green vase on Ms. Thornhills' desk.
She inspected the roses for a moment before making her way to the dorm she knew to be yours and Bianca's.
Knocking on the door, the words left her when she saw it was you who opened the door.
Present
Your mouth gaped open at the sight of Wednesday, who looked at you just as lost.
"I…May I speak to you privately?" She asked politely, unable to meet your eyes.
Though every instinct told you no, you nodded and waved at the girls, telling them you would be back in a moment. Bianca and Yoko glared at Wednesday, though Enid could hardly contain her grin.
The two of you walked in complete silence, stopping at the Edgar Allen Poe statue that was tucked away in a small passage.
Wednesday looked away from you and handed you the roses.
"I want- I-" Wednesday stuttered, taking a deep breath before looking into your eyes.
"I'm sorry, Y/n. I…should not have said those things. And I did not mean them." You gave her a look, confused but needing to know where she was going with it.
"To be completely truthful with you, I….seem to have developed feelings for you. Romantic ones. Though I know you could never be with somebody as cold and uncaring as me, these feelings have been chewing my brain for what feels like years even though I have only known you for a series of weeks. I understand if you do not feel the same way-"
Wednesday was cut off as you pulled her into a kiss, your lips slotting together like a perfect puzzle, as though they were made for eachother.
Her hands rested on your waist as yours were grasping the base of her neck.
"I like you too Wednesday, a lot. And I forgive you." You murmured as you rested your forehead on hers, smiling softly at her sigh of relief.
"Ahem-" A cough came from behind the two of you. You and Wednesday turned your heads to see Ms. Thornhill standing there, a barely concealed grin on her face.
"I see you've found a friend after all, Wednesday." Your face turned red and you hid your blushing face in the crook of Wednesdays' neck, groaning in embarrassment. Wednesday smirked slightly.
"Girlfriend, actually."
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Gender Reveal
Pairing: Will Halstead x reader
Summary: Will and Y/n are more than ready to be parents, and at Y/n's next doctors appointment, she gets to find out the gender of their baby
Requested: Yes, by anonymous
Warnings: mentions of pregnancy
Word Count: 1,333 Words
"Mmm. Stop moving," I mutter sleepily.
"I'm not," Will announced from the other side of the bed.
"I wasn't talking to you," I say and turn around to face him. "The baby is kicking like every five minutes, and I can't get any sleep. Could you talk to them? Please. They love hearing your voice."
Will smiled. "I would love too." Will scooted closer to me and placed his hand on the top of my stomach, bringing his mouth closer to my 6 month pregnant belly. "Hey, peanut. Your mom and I are so excited to meet you in a few months. I've got all the nursery stuff ready to set up, and right now all I've gotta do is paint before I put everything else in there. So tomorrow is a big day. As for now, you're keeping your mother from getting sleep, and she gets grumpy when she gets no rest, so if you could get some sleep too, that'd be nice."
"Will!" I yelp and slap him softly on the back of the head.
"What? It's true," Will defended and placed a kiss on my belly. "Goodnight, peanut."
"Thank you," I murmur.
"No problem," Will returned and leaned up to kiss my forehead. "Goodnight."
The next morning, we went out our day as usual. The two of us got up, got dressed, ate some breakfast, and then headed into work. Both of us worked as ED docs at Chicago Med. It's actually how we met. I entered the ED and dropped my stuff off in the doctors' lounge before making my way to the nurses' station. My favorite charge nurse and best friend was typing away on her pager, but she looked up when she noticed me.
"Hey mama," Maggie greeted. "Where's Big Red?"
"Oh, you know him. He saw the coffee cart outside and just had to stop," I tell her.
"If he's making you give up coffee, he should be abstaining from it too," Maggie pointed out.
"Sure, but I'm not gonna take coffee away from that man. He needs it more than I ever have," I explain. "And you know how he gets without his caffeine. I'm the same way when I don't get enough sleep."
"Fair point. So, big day today," Maggie reminded me. "You excited?"
"Not as excited as you and Will and literally everyone else," I respond.
"How are you not excited? I can hardly contain myself," Maggie claimed.
"Because I'm fine with waiting, Mags. Honestly, boy or girl, it doesn't matter to me," I confess.
Maggie scoffed. "Oh come on, Y/n. You're rooting for it to be a girl. I know you."
"Well, yeah, but Will's side of the family has a lot of boys. So chances are that's what it'll be," I put forth.
"Have hope, Y/n. If you and Will both want it to be a girl then-"
I cut Maggie off. "Wait. Will wants it to be a girl?"
"You didn't know? That's all he ever talks about," Maggie mentioned. "He wants to have tea parties and learn how to braid her hair and tell bedtime stories about princesses."
"I just thought...." I trailed off. "Never mind. So, you got any cases for me?"
"I do," Maggie replied and handed me a tablet. "Have fun. And don't forget to tell me the gender later!"
"How could I ever forget?" I tease and walk away.
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"There you are," Will breathed out when he saw me relaxing in the lounge. "I've been looking for you."
"We needed a break," I declare and rub my stomach.
"Backache?" Will guessed.
"All day everyday," I joke and glance at my watch. "But I guess the break is over. I've got to get to my appointment."
"That I can't come with to," Will asserted.
"Correct," I confirm. "Because you're gonna freak out, just like you do at every appointment. And if you start to cry, I'm going to cry, and I don't want to do that in front of the doctor."
"But-"
"No buts," I interrupt and stand up. "You'll live, Will. You're not gonna die because you didn't come to this one appointment."
"I might!" Will protested playfully.
"Except you won't. I'll see you in a bit!" I call out to him as I exited the lounge.
1 Hour Later.....
I had the ultrasound picture tucked away in my coat pocket, my finger skimming the edge of it as I walked back to the ED. I knew Will was probably bursting with excitement to find out if we were having a girl or a boy, so I wanted to get back to him. However, when I got back down to the ED, I couldn't seem to find him anywhere. So, I approached the nurses' station where Maggie was standing, as usual.
"Hey, Mags. Have you seen Will?" I ask. "I can't find him."
"Yeah. I sent him up to CT to keep him under control," Maggie told me. "He kept bugging me about when you'd get back, so I had to get rid of him for a bit."
"Makes sense. Well, could you page him down here please? I have some important news to tell him," I explain.
Maggie gasped. "Your appointment! How was it?"
"Good. Great," I clarify. "The baby is healthy."
"So? Boy or girl?" Maggie implored.
I laughed. "Sorry, Mags. As much as I'd like to tell you, I have to tell Will first. But you're second on my list. Promise."
"Okay. I'll page him down here and direct him to the lounge. It'll be about five minutes," Maggie informed me.
Five minutes later, Will entered the lounge, and while he was trying to keep his cool, I could tell he was excited. He had been nothing short of thrilled since I found out I was pregnant.
"How was the appointment? Everything go okay?" Will questioned.
"Yeah. Everything's great," I answer. "Our little peanut is happy and healthy. Here's the ultrasound, if you want to look at it."
"I would love to see it," Will spoke and took a hold of the paper. "God, can you believe we've only got three more months until we're actually parents?"
"I know. These last six months have flown by so fast," I disclose. "So, you notice anything missing from the ultrasound?"
Will frowned. "What? What are you talking about?"
"You don't notice anything missing? No body parts, especially near the bottom half of the baby? It's pretty obvious to me," I state.
"Y/n, what the hell are you talking about? I don't see anything miss-" Will stopped mid-sentence, a smile growing on his face. "Are you serious? Please tell me you're serious."
"I'm serious," I comply.
"I can't believe it! We're having a girl!" Will cheered and kissed me before pulling me in for a hug.
"We're having a girl," I repeat and squeeze him tightly. "So, what's this I hear about tea parties, hair braiding, and princess stories?"
Will laughed. "Maggie told you?"
"Yeah. Just this morning," I say. "It's cute. Adorable, really. You're gonna be an amazing father to her, Will."
"And you're gonna be an amazing mother," Will returned. "God, this is so exciting! I need to call Jay and tell him! He's been asking for updates all day."
"Of course he has. What am I gonna do with the two of you? Go ahead," I urge. "While you do that, I've got to tell a very impatient charge nurse. I'll be back in a minute, okay?"
Will nodded. "Okay. Ooh, tomorrow, can we go to the store and pick out some paint? Jay's got the day off and can come over to help me paint."
"Sure. Sounds like a plan," I comment and give his hand a small squeeze. "Now go ahead and call Jay. You look like you're gonna explode. I'm going to talk to Maggie for a second, and then I'll be right back. Then the two of us can start discussing the nursery."
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Nick cheating on sophomore yn which is now junior yn and she gets with Steve 😏
More than Friends - Steve Holtz
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Nick finds out 😏
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“You.. you did what?” You asked over facetime, your eyes scanning the screen.
“I’m sorry.” Nick whispered, “I didn’t mean for it to happen.”
“But you did. Otherwise it wouldn’t have.. you told me she was harmless, but here we are, huh?” You said as you hung up the phone, cutting off his pleading to hear him out.
You actually already knew about this, unfortunately.
Nick had confided in some of his friends about cheating on you, who had your back, and told you before he had a chance to, as long as you didn’t call him out on it before he tried to talk about it.
Steve was the first one to tell you. He didn’t want you to find out he knew and then be mad at him because he was protecting Nick.
You had always been a good friend of his- him being the reason you had started dating Nick in the first place.
Over the next couple of weeks, Steve had been there for you- through it all.
Your sobbing fits over Nick.
Your anger towards him.
All of it. He never left once, knowing you needed him.
What the boy didn’t know was the feelings that he had for you were reciprocated.
“Can we talk?” Steve asked as he sat down next to you. You were lying on your bed.
“Yeah sure.” You whispered as you sat up, swinging your legs over the side of the bed, “What’s up?”
“I- uh.” He ran his hand over his face, “I like you Y/N.” He stated, “and I have for a while. I just didn’t say anything because of Nick.” He continued, “You and I have grown closer since.. you know.. and I just- I cant do this anymore.”
“Oh.” You were taken back by his confession.
“Oh?”
“I- I don’t know what to say.” You admitted, “Steve..”
“If you’re about to turn me down, can you just do it already?” He huffed.
You let out a chuckle at his actions, “I honestly think if Nick hadn’t gotten in the way, we would have ended up together.” You said, “I’m willing to give whatever this is a shot if you are.”
A grin spread across Steve’s face, his pulling your head close to his as he attacked your face in kisses.
“I promise I won’t let you down Y/N.”
“You never have.”
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Nick, Owen, and Kent were set to come back to Michigan for Christmas due to them being closer than the others. It was hard for them to get home to their families and back so why not spend it with their second family?
They all left after a game, Vic and Kent’s girlfriend, Kaitlynn with them, the game just so happened to be Columbus and Buffalo playing. Owen didn’t fly home with the team, him driving up with Kent and Nick.
“How’s Y/N?” Owen asked, not knowing Nick and you had broke up.
“We uh- we broke up O.” Nick said.
“You what?”
“Yeah. We broke up a couple of months ago.”
Owen was taken back by the news of this. Kent already knew, only because he was constantly around Nick.
“What did you do?” Owen quietly asked. He didn’t raise his voice, hoping his friend hadn’t royally fucked up with you and could have a chance at getting you back.
“Please tell me you didn’t do something stupid.” Vic chimed in.
“I did.” He sighed as he gripped the steering wheel even tighter, not ready to tell them, “I cheated on her.”
“You idiot.”
“What makes it worse is- it’s the girl he told her not to worry about.” Kent glared at his former captain.
Owen pinched the bridge of his nose, thanking the heavens he wasn’t in the front seat because he was liable to knock the shit out Nick.
These boys adored you. Because you were with Nick, you were constantly around and they had gotten to know you quite well.
The ones still in Michigan didn’t take the news well- some of them not even talking to Nick as of now.
“It’s water under the bridge now. I’ve heard she moved on anyways.”
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“No, you’re hanging the lights in the wrong spot!” You laughed as you tried to guide Ethan, who was currently on the ladder to reach the top of the tree.
Everything was last minute these days. You didn’t know if any of the boys would be coming in and none of you bothered to put up a tree. It was something you and Nick always did together and you couldn’t be further away from the holiday cheer.
So since you had gotten wind that there were some that were spending their holiday break in Michigan with you all, you were rushing around to make the house as homey as you could with such little time.
You glanced around the room trying to see Steve, but he was no where in sight.
The front door suddenly busted open, revealing Owen, Kent, and Nick.
Nick. You didn’t know he was coming. No one had said anything to you or Steve.
“Owen!” You squealed as you let go of the ladder you were holding onto causing Ethan to gasp as it slowly rocked. You ran over, wrapping the taller boy in your arms, him embracing you. You quickly embraced Vic too, telling her about how much you missed them.
You slowly moved on to Kaitlynn and Kent, wrapping them in a warm hug before waving at Nick.
“Can i get some help?” Ethan asked as he tried to reach for the star.
“Stop before you fall.” You laughed as you handed it to him, him quickly placing it on the tree before hopping down.
“We make a good team.” Ethan wrapped his arm around your shoulder as you two admired the tree you had put together and decorated in less than a hour.
“That we do Edwards.” You said, leaning your head on his shoulder.
“Aye Ethan,” Steve hollered, him walking towards you two with his hand tucked behind his back, not realizing you had a few more guests in the house, “Stop hogging my girl.”
Vic let out a slight gasp as she turned to look at Owen, who was just enjoying the show that was about to happen.
“What’s behind your back?” You laughed as he pulled his hand around.
“Mistletoe.” He grinned down at you as he placed his free hand on the back of your neck, him pulling you in to meet his lips, “Just wanted to make sure I got the first kiss under this this year.”
“I always knew this would happen.” Owen heard Nick from behind him.
“You did it to yourself Nick.” Owen commented back, “You pushed her right into his arms.”
Kent nodded agreeing with Owen as Steve grabbed your hand, pulling you away from the others, feeling Nicks eyes on you.
“He’s back.” You whispered as Steve’s face fell.
“Nick.. Nick is here. And-“ Steve sighed, “He knows then, doesn’t he?”
“None of them knew till just now.” You said. Only the Michigan team knew. Anyone that was not in Ann Arbor did not know. And that’s how you wanted it.
“This is going to be an awkward Christmas, huh?”
“Sure is baby.” You laughed as you wrapped your arms around his waist, “Sure is.”
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Teen Yan x teen Fem where he just wants to be with her so so so so bad. He can’t function without her. Every since he met her in a book store a few months ago he couldn’t get enough. He has never been in love but he knows he loves her more than anything this quadrant of the universe could provide. He knew that he found his purpose in this world and it was to serve her. It was such a coincidence that on summer vacation they met at the bookstore but even more so when she said she just moved to his home state and town which was across the country from where they were for summer… it’s almost like it wasn’t real!
Little does he know that she was manifesting and creating a perfect scenario in her head of how she could meet her twinflame and it came to be! Anyway back to the point. They make it back to their hometown at different times but the whole time he was away from her after meeting he could only think of her! He didn’t have many friends or even a friend at all at school.
He was beautiful but his personality kinda put everyone on edge because he was so quiet and intimidating but in reality he was just a shy thing. Only she would know that though. She was homeschooled maybe a couple years younger than him and didn’t have anyone at all that’s why she was manifestation for wishing for her eternal love.
They meet up again to continue their friendship but he just can’t believe that’s she’s real! She’s just so perfect he couldn’t have even imagined it. She’s so beautiful. He’ll do anything for her! It’s almost like he’s a whole other person with her. He still comes off very intimidating to people but when they look at him with her he smiles and laughs and blushes. He just wants her to be with him. Eventually he confesses to her basically begging for her to give him a chance because he knows that if he isn’t with her he will never be with anyone ever. She is the one he has always needed. She will be his ruler. He tells her he’ll serve her forever, be her lover, her best friend. And she accepts because he’s all she’s ever wanted too.
Omg that was so long ik I never write but whew
You can do what you please with that. You don’t have to make it a fix if you don’t want to because the plot is pretty long like multi parts lol. I’m fine with you just reading it 😭☝️❤️
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a/n; just a little something something. anon honestly popped off, this was delightful to read. (also this is unedited, today's been long and i wanted to start working on some of the asks)
One - His
He couldn't believe what he was looking at. Standing in the aisle before him was the most perfect looking girl he had ever seen. Everything about her seemed to draw him in, the way she seemed to block out everyone around her as she read the blurb of the book, the way the sun hit her face just right, the way that she was dressed... it was as if she was his perfect match.
Instantly he felt himself grow lightheaded as he ducked around the shelving. His hand clenched the space above his heart. After all the daydreaming and reading he had done... he found his one and only love. He had found the one he wanted to devote himself to for the rest of his life and she was right in front of him.
His eyes widened, why was he standing here like an idiot! He hadn't seen her around before, this might be his one and only chance to talk to her. If he had been in a better state of mind he would've deflated a little at the thought of her going back to her hometown but he was too wrapped up in the moment to care about the future.
He coughed into his hand and walked out from behind the aisle. However, before he could walk casually over to her he found that she was right before him! He jumped a little, his face heating up as she smiled at him.
"Hey, I saw you looking at the sci-fi section. Do you have any recommendations?" He couldn't help the dopey look that crossed his face. This was going to be the start of something beautiful.
Two - Hers
A grin crossed her face as she looked in the direction of her kitchen. Her parents were out tonight and she had invited him over. All that work she had done before summer break had paid off. She had seen it in a dream, there was a person out there that was made for her. Someone who understood her like no one else would. Someone who knew just how to make her laugh, a real friend... someone who knew what it was like to be on the outside.
She could hear him bustling around in there, putting his cup in the sink. She had seen how he looked at her, that unbridled adoration. That was how she knew it had worked.
"Hey, thanks for inviting me over." Of course it couldn't last forever, he had to go away soon but she had a feeling that they would be seeing each other again.
"No worries, I'm glad you decided to hang out." He grinned at her, sitting down next to her on the couch as the final scene of the movie they were watching played out. He was so close, she could feel the warmth of his thigh on her own. His 'sneaky' glances, his attentiveness, the way he seemed to hold himself around her... as if he wanted to give her the whole entire world. Finally, she felt special.
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🤍Larissa?
Pairing: Larissa Weems x Fem Lector
Author's Note: I had to do something with her and honestly wasn't sure what, so this is what came out, get ready for more work with Larissa.
Word count: 667
~Master list~
One-shot
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You reluctantly get up from your bed, wiping away tears and inwardly cursing your roommate for forgetting her keys again. But you are surprised to find Larissa on the other side of the door, her makeup smeared and her face covered in tears.
-What happened?- you ask rather worriedly.
-Morticia...- is all she says before she bursts into tears and you make her come into your room.
You try to console her, but at this moment you are not the best person to do so, given your current situation.
-But you were so excited about this,- you say caressing her head in your lap, -don't let this stop you.
-I don't plan to go alone,- you barely manage to hear her words.
-What do you say we go together?- you ask afraid of being rejected.
Larissa comes out of hiding and offers you a smile.
-I'd like that,- wiping away her tears.
-All right, give me 10 minutes to get ready,- moving her carefully.
You change in record time, surprising Larissa, since it didn't take you more than 3 minutes to get ready, you help her to fix her make-up, doing your best to put a smile back on her face.
-Wait,- you say before going to look for something in your makeup.
When you find what you were looking for, you gently take Larissa's face and put some of your red lipstick on it, making her lips look so appetizing; a blush covered her cheeks at your action, making her breath catch.
-Now you are- staring at her lips.
Arriving at the Rave'N' you two catch the stares of some of the people who were there. You feel bad about this, but internally you are thankful that Morticia hurt Larissa. because if it wasn't for her, you would never have what you have now... going to the Rave'N' with her.
-Larissa,- you say trying to get her attention.
-I have to tell you something
This was your chance, to propose to the girl you like before you leave. Initially you had planned to invite Larissa to the Rave'N', but your parents passed away a few weeks ago and you fell into a deep depression when you received the news. You knew you had to go home to take charge, but your director thought it would be better if you left after the dance and maybe that wasn't such a bad idea, but then the package arrived. Your mother had made you an outfit to wear to the dance and that was the last straw, Larissa's appearance was your first interaction with someone other than your roommate.
Before you could even say anything, you see Larissa leave after Morticia and Gomez, you stand there alone, confessing your love to nothing.
*****
Weems had seen a woman hanging around the school as if she was the owner of the place, he had been following her but whenever he was about to catch her she disappeared, when he was about to warn the teachers to be aware of the presence of a mysterious woman, he comes face to face with her.
-Larissa?- you say with astonishment.
The woman is surprised to find her old friend, whom she hadn't heard from in years.
-Y/n- you say barely above a whisper -What are you doing here?- she asks, regaining her composure.
-I wanted to visit the facility to see if I will enroll my daughter.
Your words surprise Weems and his gaze wanders to your hand finding a ring on your ring finger.
-If you wish to do so, we will be happy to receive her,- he says, forcing a smile and swallowing his pain.
-I think I will, if you'll excuse me, I have to go.
You say goodbye to the woman leaving her behind with a strong pain in your heart, after the dance she found out that you had left and there was a rumor that you were going to propose to Larissa. She felt bad about it because she already had certain feelings for you, but seeing you after all this time and finding out that you were married hurt her more than she thought.
#wenesday#wednesday netflix#principal weems#larissa weems#larissa weems x reader#gwendoline christie#gwendoline christie x reader
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What makes Itazura na Kiss: Love in Tokyo so special?
This is probably my twelfth thousand re-watch of this drama, but this is not like all the other rewatches. I have decided to make this one special by using it to analyse the drama in more depth, and attempt to uncover why I love it as much as I do, despite all it’s flaws. I am writing this as I watch the episodes, so it might be considered somewhat of a commentary.
Season 01 Episode 01
Starting off with the first episode, the opening scene is fantastic in my opinion. I love how we are getting introduced to Kotoko in the comfort of her own room, and getting a peek into her hearts deepest wish. I honestly think that this might be what made me like this version of Kotoko from the get go.
However, technically, the actual first scene of the story is the iconic confession scene (if you would even call it that). I am going to go on a tangent here and just say that I am an absolute fan of her letter, but I will get back to that in a later episode.
The way she is nervous and excited before confessing and the way he flat out rejects her before she even has the chance to confess always makes me feel crushed for her, and is the reason why I initially disliked him. But now that I am actually analysing it, it is less harsh than how I’ve always perceived it (or this might just be me trying to explain it away).
Hear me out, consider the implication that he has a whole queue of girls that like him, drool over him and confess to him in school, his reaction/rejection is really not that surprising. Imagine receiving confessions from a bunch of girls, when you just want to live your life in peace … that must get old and tiresome fairly quickly. Additionally, the fact that the whole entire school is talking about the rejection might explain why he didn't accept her letter; had he accepted it (even if he rejected her afterwards), the whole school would probably assume that they were dating. On the other hand it makes me think, why would the whole school be interested in someone confessing? are we back in kindergarten?
We see later on that she still has that card with her. I think that for her, getting rid of it would feel like getting rid of her feelings for him, which is why she holds on to it.
Anyways, I find it quite ironic when Kotoko’s friends tell her “you and Irie are from different worlds” . Their worlds are literally going to forcibly merge under one roof very very soon.
Another random thought I got, like a lot of my thoughts are, was why did Kotoko like Naoki, and not like Kinnouske? I mean he might not be handsome, he might not be smart, he might not be rich, but he is hardworking, talented and most importantly, he liked Kotoko, and was always nice towards her. This version’s Kinnouske has always been my favourite one. I think this version does a good job at portraying him as a three dimensional person, rather than a comic relief kind of personality *cough* Itazura Na Kiss 1996 *cough*.
When I started to pay more attention, I realised that although I do love Kinnouske, I do find him to often do things based on his own feelings, and does not consider what Kotoko wants. For example, I cant help but feel that he is a bit insensitive for being happy when Kotoko is sad after deciding to ‘give up’ on Naoki. This is a small detail, and perhaps I am reading too much into it, but I do feel that Itazura Na Kiss is all about the details. He sort of redeems himself for it by asking his friends to come and help her move, but soon it goes to shit again, which I will come to later on.
I really like — at this point, everything really, but anyways — the reoccurring mentioning of “less possible than getting hit by a shooting star”, which is a kind of teaser to what is to come later on in the show. Although I’ve always thought that the reason for their house being destroyed in this version to be a bit dumb, I admit, I do like the thought and metaphor behind it, so I will turn I blind eye to it. I also find it hilarious how it ended up all over the news.
Kotoko’s extremely optimistic outlook despite everything that happened is perhaps her most charming personality trait. It makes me feel that her optimism is somehow what everything work out for her in the end.
Now, to one of the scenes I dislike most in this story. I am always tempted to skip the first episode altogether to avoid it. And that’s the scene where Kinnouske is collecting donations for Kotoko. Here we see Kin-chan’s good intentions having not so good results. I get the feeling that he does what he thinks is helpful for her, and never once stops to consider her feelings or ask her opinion on it, and the way she gets annoyed with him tells me that she’s not that fond of this either, despite what his intentions were.
Back to Naoki. Looking at the size of that entrance, he could have 100% just walked around Kotoko and Kinnouske and gone in. Heck, following the little pattern we have so far, wouldn’t he purposefully avoid them to maintain a quiet and peaceful life? Now, he did just the contrary and approached them. Considering the fact that by the end of the episode he already knows about the arrangement (of her going to his home to stay there with her father), it would be safe to assume that at this moment in time, he already knows that she would stay in his house. This is supported by his response to her “preferring to die over taking his money”; “are you sure you want to tell me that?”. Therefore I assume that he approaches her out of curiosity.
If you pay close attention to this interaction, you will notice that Naoki did not say one thing that was wrong or out of line. Naoki giving Kotoko the money was not very nice. But more than anything, it was quite confusing. He told her “If I donate this money, you won’t argue with me anymore”. Now, Kinnouske was the one arguing with Naoki, so why would Naoki tell Kotoko that? Is it because he sees her as the most reasonable one, or rather, is it because they’re ‘her’ friends (thus making her responsible for them)?
Kotoko was the one with an explosive reaction in this situation [although she was in the wrong, I like how she stood by her friend eventhough they were fighting a few moments ago (if she realised the previously mentioned point that is).], and was more than a bit mean when saying “do you even have friends?”. Here we see just how much of an opposite to her he is. Instead of having an explosive reaction like Kotoko had, Naoki just finds her reaction amusing and leaves calmly.
Now to when she goes with her father to the Irie household. Naoki’s mother’s (Noriko’s) comment of “you and I seem like we were meant to meet” and the fact that she knows that she’s in the same school as Naoki tells me that he told her about Kotoko; which in turn makes me think that she left a memorable impression on him. Kotoko’s reaction to seeing Naoki is Hilarious, especially te part where she’s too shocked, and is not shy to say “I’m just do surprised … because Iri-chan-san and Irie-kun don’t look alike at all” (I really am starting to realise and understand why Naoki finds her amusing).
Another one of those small details; the way her father scoots away right off the bat when he saw Yuki asking her a question about a kanji character, and pretending to look at a random décor piece kills me (It’s nice to keep in mind; despite how similar Kotoko might sometimes be to her dad, he still has more awareness of his own ‘stupidness’ than her).
I recently watched one of @Machitsuki2 ‘s analysis videos, and like she pointed out, I did in fact notice how Kotoko was going straight to the food and cakes, while Naoki was mainly only sipping coffee (even during breakfast). This will become really important later on.
Lastly, I love the interaction between Noriko and Kotoko when she takes her up to show her her room; Kotoko found a mother she never had, and Noriko found the daughter she never had. They are the first puzzle pieces that fit into each other perfectly.
When Naoki comes in and tells Kotoko that she took Yuki’s room, I get the feeling that rather than an insult it served to make Kotoko understand why Yuki disliked her so much. I might be a bit delulu, but I kind of feel that Naoki did this on purpose? anyone?
When Noriko asks Kotoko “do you like(suki) Sukiyaki?” and Kotoko looks at her (in Naoki’s direction) and confidently answers “I like it! (suki-desu!)” almost feels directed at Naoki. It is in fact the first time he hears her say it. This next part I had to go back and watch once more; Naoki only starts being mean to her when she pulled the bag from him (not wanting his help) and he saw the letter she wrote him drop out of it. I do wonder if he is mean to her because of that letter, or maybe because he thought she was rude towards him?
To be continued…(maybe)
#itazura na kiss#itazura na kiss love in tokyo#aihara kotoko#miki honoka#irie naoki#yuki furukawa#Ikezawa kinnouske#yuki yamada#character analysis#story analysis#drama#jdrama#japan#s01e01#episode 1#recap#review
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THE BABYSITTER PT2
pt 1 pt3
SUMMARY: after meeting mike you seem to act differently. you wanted to make the first move but someone was ahead of you.
PARINGS: mike wheeler x cheerleader!black!reader
DETAILS: fluff, mike and the reader being cute, smut!
no p n v
*aged up mike
* tbh I think this fic looks better in goth screen but it’s up to y’all
AFTER THE babysitting your mom asked how was it and was surprised when you replied with a “it went great.” She never thought you would actually have pleasure in working. You’d honestly never thought you would like working too but that all changed after a special someone recently caught your eyes.
“y/n y/l/n? the cheerleader was at your house?” Dustin says as he sits at the lunch table beside mike and and all his other Hellfire friends. “yes y/n y/l/n.” Mike repeated, shaking his head. Dustin didn’t believe not one word that was coming out his mouth. There was no way that a cheerleader would talk to any of them. “no way I don’t believe you.” But right on time you were walking towards the table and came to a stop when you reached the edge.
All of the members of the club looked up at you. “hey mike.” you gleamed, with a slight sparkle in your eyes. Everyone at the table eyes widen, including Dustin. “h-hey y/n.” Mike stumbled his words, rubbing the back of his neck. Mike took this time to admire your features. He looked at your hair first, your dark brown curly hair stopping at your shoulders, framed your face perfectly.
oh and that face.
He liked how pink and plump your lips were and how everything on your face a perfectly structured. Up to your chocolate brown eyes down to your perfectly shaped chin, you were a goddess. “I guess I’ll be at your house again tonight.” You walked away back to where you was at before leaving mike feeling like he had a million of butterflies in his stomach. “ok i think I believe you now.” Dustin pondered.
there’s something no one knew except mike was that he actually had a crush on you before you started babysitting holly. but you didn’t need to know that. mike never thought it would work out, the cheerleader and the loser. it doesn’t go together, does it? he doesn’t want to take the chance. You didn’t think I’ll work out either, you thought he just thinks of you as someone who’s babysitting his little sister.
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days turned into months as you go to the wheeler’s to babysit holly. you couldn’t stand the silence between you and mike, it was literally painful. so you made a plan that when mike walks through that door you would confess. while playing with holly you heard the door open then close then footsteps head up stairs, this was your chance. “excuse me for a bit holly.” You mumbled as you started to go upstairs as well. you were kinda feeling nervous walking upstairs without permission but this had to be done. your chest starts to burn in nervousness as you reach the top of the stairs.
you don’t know which door is his bedroom but you just go for it and open one and you see something you thought you would never see, mike is thrusting into his hand, making a mess of his slender fingers as he tugged harshly on his cock. your mouth opened in shock as you’re staring down at his cock, leaking with his juices, his hand isn’t enough causing him to start whining and moaning someone’s name. you listen closely to hear who’s name he was moaning. “good girl. oh shit y/n.” he coos, your eyes widen. you start to clench your chocolate brown thighs together. mike had one hand underneath the covers pumping him up and down in a rapid motion as the other hand was in his sweaty forehead. then suddenly you accidentally shifted making a creaky noise form the floor.
mike instantly whipped his head towards the door, you instantly started babbling nonsense. “m’sorry I didn’t mean to invade- omg m’so sorry.” mike didn’t say anything and just got up, towered over you and pulled you in the room. mike bent back down connecting your lips being unable to open their eyes for a few moments afterward. you slid your tongue along his lip, he groaned. your hand came down to his cock, tugging on it making him groan. you were in awe of his size but not surprised. he pulled back, giving you the opportunity to kneel in front of him, coming eye to eye with his cock. you look up at him in innocence as your hand came up to palm him.
“gosh you’re so hot, i can’t believe this is actually happ- oh fuck.”
you had licked from the base to the tip of his shaft, your hands resting at his thighs. you then pulled away, pushing him on the bed. he scooted his back against the head board as you placed yourself on the bed as well, resting between his legs. you went back to work, taking him fully, the tip of his dick hitting the back of your throat, nose hitting pelvis. you began to bob up and down slowly, all will a string of praises and moans left mikes mouth. you looked so pretty looking up at him with your chocolate brown eyes in admiration. you moved your hands up his shirt making it bunch up, feeling his toned chest, mike took your hand and held it as he was getting closer with each lick that was placed on the tip.
“i'm so close , fuck. you don’t know how close i am, doll."
you hummed in response making vibrations around him, he lost it, tugging the sheets letting out a cry but being mindful that holly was downstairs. his load filled your mouth as you hear his moans from above. you swallowed every last drop of him and took him out your mouth. mike was laying down breathing heavily. “so I guess by now you know I like you.” You nervously chuckled. “yeah I do too.” Mike says as his chest rises up and down trying to recover from what just happened. you hesitantly leaned down connecting your lips with his. his hands are on your waist he's pulling you closer until you fall on his chest with a squeal, your tits pressed up against his chest. “you want to be my girlfriend?” you pulled him in for another kiss kissing so desperately that your whole body curves into mike’s.
“does that answer your question?”
#woc#stranger things#black!reader#mike wheeler x black!reader#mike wheeler fic#aged up mike wheeler#mike wheeler x reader
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