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strawberrymilkgeorge · 4 years ago

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Part Nine. Minecraft Dating 101

warnings: swearing, mostly super freaking fluffy but some oopsies at the end (which is the barely-there angst that i mentioned before!!), pet names?? if that bothers you??? (like...... one or both of them might use baby.........) word count: 5.3k (not including pictures)

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A/N: HEHEH SORRY ITS SO LONG SORRY hope you guys like it!!!! hope it lives up to your standards of minecraft dates lol also thank you guys all for all your suggestions!!! i loved all of them so much!!!! i would have added every idea except this was already 5k words so its much less “flirting” and more so “oh gosh im so nervous what am i supposed to do” from both of them so hehe i think thats more endearing anyway

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The familiar sound of a FaceTime call connecting rang in Y/n's ears and she held her phone up to her face. "Hi, Karl," she sighed.

"Y/N!!" he said with a cackle. "ARE YOU READY FOR YOUR DATE?!"

"Shut up, I'm doing this for you."

"I already gave you the tour though so really you could back out. You're choosing to stay." His voice was teasing and giddy. "Why's that, hmm?"

Heat rose instantly to Y/n's face. "Because I'm a woman of my word?"

"OkaAaAyy," he sang. "Or because you liiiiikeee himmm."

"Shhhut up, Karl. No, I don't."

"Suuuure."

"Is this why you called me?"

He giggled. "Yeah, but—"

Y/n disconnected the call and set her phone down with a small laugh and a shake of her head.

With her stream started and her chat greeted, the donation limit raised to $100 (both because she didn't want to be flooded with questions on the date and because she didn't want people to donate their hard-earned money), Y/n logged onto Dream's SMP and found the voice call Dream was in, George's name right under his.

After she clicked it to join, a small gasp emitted from her headphones before she heard Dream mutter something. "Get out, get out, leave."

George's voice was normal. "But I wanna—"

"GEORGE!" Dream yelled, making Y/n giggle.

"Fine!" George yelled back. "Have fun you two," he sang like Karl did before a sound from Discord told them that he left.

It was silent for a second before, "Hi."

"Hi." She giggled. "What was that about?"

"Oh, nothing, nothing. Just some last minute, uh, setting up."

She hummed, amused at the sound of his frantic voice.

"So, um... are you ready for our date?"

"I don't even know where you are. I'm still in my house."

"Knock, knock," he said with a laugh. Y/n turned to see green peeking through the cutouts on her oak door and she laughed.

She ran to the door and opened it for him, revealing Dream in a slightly altered version of his Minecraft skin. He looked the same, except the white blob appeared to be wearing a necktie of some sort. "You look ridiculous," she admitted with a smile. "Wait, is this a fancy date? Should I change my skin?"

"It's not fancy, I just wanted to look my best for the prettiest girl in the world."

"Ohmygosh," she muttered to herself, hoping that writing off his charming words and actions as annoying would make her face not heat up as much. So far, it hadn't worked. Two minutes in and she was already blushing like a schoolgirl whose crush asked her to play tag at recess. "So, I'm not underdressed?"

"No, you're always perfect."

She didn't comment, opting for an eye-roll instead. Truthfully, she wanted to flirt back with him, try to make his heart beat fast like hers already was, but she was worried her words wouldn't come off joking and that the true intention would be obvious, that he'd be able to breeze right past the jovial tone and hear the sincerity in her words. Wait, true intention? What was her true intention? Her true intention should obviously be to just joke around and have some fun, but deep down she knew the motivation for teasing him came from somewhere different, somewhere more meaningful.

She wanted to tease him because she wanted to be the one to make him blush, to make him trip over his words and not know what to do with his hands.

Why? Well, she was still figuring that out.

"If you're ready, follow me, ma'am."

"Where are you taking me?" she asked as she followed his character down prime path.

"Hmmm..." he mused. "A secret, obviously."

"Obviously," she scoffed. She noticed that he was several blocks ahead of her and she smiled to herself. "Hey, Dream?"

"Hm?" he asked, spinning to face her as he ran backward.

"I don't know how many dates you've been on, but usually people walk together. You know, gives them an excuse to maybe hold hands or at least enjoy each other's company?" She made sure her voice had just the right balance of teasing and seriousness, curious as to how he would respond.

"I, uh... oh."

"Unless you want me to just meet you there. I mean, you're practically running away from me."

"I'm just excited!" he excused, stopping briefly so she could catch up with him.

"But look at how many beautiful things there around us to look at while we get to where we're going!" she told him. "Well, maybe not that," she said with a laugh as she punched her fist towards Tommy's dirt house. "But other things."

Dream laughed and continued to walk next to her like she requested, pausing if he ever got too far ahead. "How can I look at all those when the most beautiful thing is walking right next to me?"

She's never rolled her eyes so hard in her life. "Shut up," she mumbled as she punched him.

"OW! BUG!"

"That was supposed to be a pat on the arm but Minecraft only has one level of hitting and it's a punch. Sorry."

Dream wheezed briefly before containing his laughter. "This way," he instructed, getting off the path and starting into the woods.

"Oh, really you're trying to kill me. That's why you didn't want me to wear anything nice. Didn't want me to ruin any of my fancy stuff."

"Foiled my plans," he joked lightly. "Okay but really, um, I was thinking—well, so you already have a house but I was thinking we could build one together. Or build something, I don't know. But you're really good at building and I know you really enjoy it so I thought maybe you could show—like, teach me and then later I'll teach you something and then we can have a little picnic dinner."

Y/n smiled at her nervousness. "Hey, that actually sounds really fun!"

"What? What do you mean actually?" He laughed. "What, did you expect me to plan something boring?"

She laughed over his dramatic pouting. "No, but I mean, I didn't know what to expect," she said shyly. "I do have to say, though, I'm not sure what you plan on teaching me. I'm pretty much a master at all possible Minecraft skills, so..."

"Oh, really?" he taunted. "Everything?"

"Mhm," she hummed, her confidence wavering at his smooth voice.

"We'll see about that..."

"Unless you mean you're gonna teach me how to code Minecraft. That's a Minecraft skill I will admit I know nothing about."

"No, no, nothing like that," he said with a laugh.

"Good, save the programming talk for later."

"For laaater, hmmm?" he sang flirtatiously.

"Oh my gosh," she said through a laugh. "You would think that's what I meant."

"Hey, you're the one that said you think it's cute when I talk about coding. Maybe you're into that."

"I was saying it's sweet hearing you talk about stuff you like, you nerd. Why did you immediately think—what, is your idea of dirty talk talking about... like... computer viruses?"

"WhAT?"

"Hey girl, lemme clean out your motherboard," she mocked in a deep voice. "You overclock my processor. Lemme program your, uh—uh...hAHA, nevermind, ew, no."

"BUG?! WHAAAT? What is wrong with you?" His gasps for breath between wheezes made her laugh with him. "Don't ever talk like that again, pleASE."

"I won't, I won't, I'm sorry. Oh my gosh."

"Is that your idea of flirting? You are bad!"

"No, no, no!" She laughed. "I was making fun of you. No, I'm actually really good."

She couldn't stop giggling to herself for a few minutes, embarrassed but also proud of the reaction she got from Dream. She loved hearing him laugh as if he would never stop, it made her heart so happy to hear, especially when she was the one who caused it.

Though she feared her horrible pickup lines, if you could even call them that, were already clipped, ready to be used against her for the rest of her life. Worth it. Probably.

They approached a cleared-out area in the woods and Dream stopped and turned to Y/n. "So, we're here. What should we build?"

"Oh, so now I have to plan? Wow, you are so underprepared," she joked.

"What, no! I originally... I wanted to build a, like, a house together because I didn't— I forgot you made your—your house already and—but since you already have one—"

"We can still build a house," she interrupted with a soft voice. Him fumbling over his words was very endearing but also very confusing. How serious was he taking this bit? Or was he... actually nervous? She was actually nervous but she had reasons to be: a huge live audience to entertain and not ignore, and the weird staticky, itchy feeling in her tummy every time Dream spoke to her. Both valid reasons to be nervous. What was his excuse?

"Really? You wanna build a home together?"

Heat rose to her cheeks at his wording and she hummed. "Mhm. You can be my secret lover I hide in my vacation home. Like a second life kinda deal."

He scoffed. "Oh, now I'm just your side piece, Bug?"

"Nah, you're my main bitch, baby. I just wanna hide you away to keep you for myself because I'm selfish."

There was silence on his end for a few moments, making Y/n's face practically catch fire as she thought about her words. Why did she say that?? How can he flirt all the time but as soon as she says something: dead silence.

"Well.... shhhhhit," he finally mumbled definitively.

"You wanted me to flirt with you, Dream. You literally asked me too!" She laughed, trying to cover up her embarrassment. It had been less than 20 minutes and she already made a fool of herself.

"I did, I did, I just—wow. Come on, that was... I didn't expect you to go from never flirting to calling me baby!"

"Too much?" she bit her lip as she waited for him to explain if it was a good or bad thing.

He paused again. "....no."

She laughed loudly, pulling her hoodie collar up to her face in an attempt to rid herself of the giddiness and heat on her face. Like anyone could see anyway.

"So, a house?"

"A house."

"What kind of house do you think we should build together, Dream?"

"Maybe...." he thought as he ran around the area. "Maybe, like, a log cabin? Since we're in a forest. It's fitting..."

"Very true, very true..." she thought. "I was thinking a castle was more suited for you, king, but a cabin works too."

"Bug!" he yelled, laughter bubbling up in his voice. "What is wrong with you?"

"What?" she said defensively, giggling.

"You're a handful today," he groaned under his breath and she smiled. Though his words said one thing, Y/n could tell he was enjoying her energy.

"So, a dinky, old cabin, or what?"

"Whatever you want to build," he sighed.

"You always this agreeable?"

"Only to you."

"Well, I honestly don't have much practice with building cabins and since I want to show off my skills, I mean, that's the whole point of this, right? For me to impress you with my skills?"

Dream laughed so she continued.

"I think we should build a treehouse."

"A treehouse?"

"Mhm. What do you think? I make a pretty bomb treehouse."

"That sounds awesome!" he agreed. "Oh, and it could go from, like, one tree to another and, like, connect with a bridge! Like, the living room on one and the bedroom on another."

"Yeah, exactly! Okay, it's settled."

"What do we need? What do you want me to do?"

"I'm thinking.... we use cobblestone?"

Dead silent. Literally no noise until a few moments later, ".......Bug. This might be a deal-breaker."

"I'm joooking! You think I'd build something out of cobblestone? Who am I, Tommy? No, what's your favorite wood?"

"Dark oak."

"GOOD. Me too. So.... we need dark oak. Or, wait! Okay, hear me out."

"I'm hearing..." Dream prompted as he pressed A and D on his keyboard back and forth, earning a giggle from Y/n. He character was bouncing left and right is excitement.

"Dark oak planks..." she started.

"Mhm."

"Stone bricks..."

"Go on."

"And green wool for accents."

"Well, now you're just pandering."

"No!" she laughed. "Not, like, lime wool. Green wool. It's close to you but not as... obnoxiously blinding."

"I trust your vision. I'll go get materials."

"Perfect, you're the best, Dweam."

"Yeah, yeah," he grumbled before laughing. "You pick out a tree you think would be best for the main part."

40 minutes later, they were nowhere near being done. Y/n had shown him how to make a good house layout after he placed the floor in the shape of a square. She had yelled at him for it first, of course. They also had the frame of the walls and one bridge but nothing on the other side of said bridge. Not wanting the stream to last six hours since this was only the first part of the date, Y/n made a suggestion.

"What if...."

"What if what?" Dream asked, pausing to look at her character, who had stopped fixing his mistakes. "Did I mess something up?"

"No, I was just thinking. What if we make this the whole house and do a little garden on the other side of the bridge? Or like a little cute thing."

"A little cute thing?" Dream laughed.

"You know, like a thing," she said, knowing she hadn't clarified anything. "I forgot this is only date one, you can't read my mind yet."

"Oh, so there are gonna be future dates? I thought this was just to pay off your debt?"

She paused, playing with her hoodie strings between her left hand. "Well, I guess we'll see."

Dream laughed. "So, what little cute thing did you want to make?"

"We could put a bench facing the sunset and have some potted flowers and hang lanterns and stuff."

"Oh, like a romantic spot?"

"I guess if you wanna think of it like that."

"Sounds cute," he said. "So, we have to change the layout in here then?"

"Nah, I mean, we can just not add a kitchen, we obviously don't need one anyway."

"True. Then all we need is to put our bed down, right?"

"Beds," Y/n corrected.

"Well, when they're together it looks like one big bed."

"Who said we're putting out beds together?"

"Buuuuggg..." he whined. "Come on... lemme put my bed next to yours."

She giggled again. What was with all the giggling, sheesh. "No. There's plenty of space, put it somewhere else." She placed her white bed down in the corner and went across the bridge to bring her idea to life, or, to Minecraft.

It only took about ten minutes and she finished when Dream spoke again. "I think I'm done."

"I am too! Let's take one final look around." She went back inside and immediately noticed his bed right next to hers. She stared at his character and he laughed.

"Whaaat?" he asked shyly and she just sighed, letting it happen. They took a look around and agreed that it was basically the best treehouse in the entire universe, both in Minecraft and real life.

"Bug, you're so good at building," Dream complimented as he ran around the house. "What's your favorite part?"

"Ummm...." She looked around before deciding on the bridge. "I like how you made the bridge. And I like the little touches you added to it. It's nice."

"Thanks! I think the 'little cute thing' you did is the best part."

"Shut up, I can't stand you," she scoffed. "But thanks."

"Hey, Bug?" Dream asked, leading her back into the house. He faced the two beds placed together and she prepared herself for the worst joke of all time. "Is this where all the programming talk happens?"

"I knew it! I knew you were gonna say that! Shut up!" She punched Dream as he laughed loudly and she couldn't stop smiling. "You're such a nerd. You're so annoying."

"OH! I have an idea, wait here."

***

It had been a solid eight and a half minutes of Y/n waiting for Dream and he showed no signs of returning. He was silent too, so she resorted to saying random things to get him to crack.

"When will my husband return from war?" she joked, her voice laced with sadness and longing.

There was a small suppressed laugh from his mic, but still no words.

"Sometimes I think I can still hear him laughing at me."

He must have gotten reeeaaalll close to his mic, because his next words, the first ones he had spoken in almost ten minutes, were whispered but she felt like he was in her ear. "I'll be home soon, baby."

Once again, she was so glad her chat couldn't see her because she literally shivered and her face was so warm she felt like she was glowing.

For the first time all stream, her eyes betrayed her and she looked at her chat as she pulled her hoodie collar up to her face.

user18: BUGSY BEIN REEEAL QUIET

user4: i think i just passed out

user11: wHAT ON EARTH DREAM ADKXKH

user7: BUGSY ON GOD BE REAL WITH US WTF IS GOING ON RN

user2: hey bestie i cant do this rn

user9: they can't talk to each other like that and say they're just friends pleASE

Also for the first time all stream, someone dared to donate at her limit (which, again, was ONE HUNDRED DOLLARS).

karakatara donated $100 I had to donate bc I just HAD to tell you how cute you and dream are! honestly my favorite couple ever and I was just wondering how long you've been dating??? love you and your videos!!!!!

It was $100. She had to answer it. Meaning, she had to use words after Dream said that like that and she wasn't sure that was physically possible right now.

"Aren't you going to answer?" Dream taunted.

"Wha—what, are you—you stream watching, you weirdo?" she forced out. "Why?"

"I wanted to read your chat, they're really funny."

"I haven't been reading it."

"What, why? They've been so funny this whole time."

"I've been too scared to."

"Too scared? Of what?"

Of the jokes that she wanted to be real? Of seeing something so cute only to break her heart when she remembers it's all a joke? Of seeing someone hate her for being so close to Dream? Many things.

"Of seeing something... that boosts your ego."

"What? Oh, come on. Hey, answer the dono. Someone gave you their hard earned money for that."

"Yeah, wait, chat, I had the limit that high so you DON'T donate! Why on earth would you—"

"You're avoiding the question."

"We aren't actually dating! Not actually a couple!" she said with a laugh, though something in her heart was very much against laughing at that fact. "Obviously not."

"Well, it's only the first date, so, we'll see I guess, but..."

"I cannot stand you. Thank you so much for the dono, though, Karakatara. You're insane for... yeah. Thank you so much." She turned her attention back to Dream. "Actually though are you ever coming back?"

"Yeah, what, I'm almost there. I see the you staring out the window. ."

When he got inside, he dropped a blue cornflower for Y/n and stepped back. "Okay, now, give that to me."

She followed, not understanding. "For you, Dream." She dropped the flower.

"Aw, Bug! That's so kind! Aw! Thank you! Here's a flower for you, too!" He dropped her a red poppy and then put two item frames on the wall above their beds. He put the blue cornflower above his bed and she followed by putting the red one above hers. "Now that's my favorite part of the house."

"You didn't want to use the real ones? What, did you lose my flower or something?"

"Hell no!" he defended loudly. "No, I just don't want someone to steal that one. It's in my enderchest for safe-keeping."

He said it so casually like it was no big deal, but her heart soared. She too had his flower in her enderchest.

"This," she said dramatically with a sigh, "is now a treehome."

***

"I already told you I'm the best PVP player out there."

"Bug, honey, I've seen you play Bedwars. You're trash."

"Hey!" Hehe, honey. Shut up brain.

"But that's okay! I'm here to teach you."

Y/n's character stood across a makeshift battlefield from Dream's, an axe in hand and armor that was definitely donated by DreamXD on her body. "This is kinda sexist of you. Assuming I know how to name a cute house but not fight."

"Oh no, that's not—crap. Bug, I'm only basing this off of your streams, which I watch all the time—"

Once again, he said something so casual and yet it still made her heart skip three beats and once again, she grabbed the collar of her hoodie and pulled it up to hide her face. This thing had to be stretched by now from how often it was yanked on in this stream alone.

"—and don't get me wrong, you're great! But you're also good at a lot of stuff and—"

"Dream!" she giggled out. "I'm teasing. I admit you're much better than me."

"I wouldn't say much better but... it's the only thing I could possibly teach you anything about because you're just so good at Minecraft." His tone was sarcastic at this point but she knew he was meaning what he said.

"Whatever. Come on, Dream, show me how it's done."

He actually had a lot of very useful tips that Y/n otherwise would have never thought about. I guess when you tryhard Minecraft, she thought, you learn a thing or two about pvp. It was a complete joke, but she still kept it to herself.

"I could basically beat anyone now," she said confidently.

"Yeah, basically. Except maybe Technoblade."

"Nah, even him."

"Let's see how good you really are. To the death."

"What?" She laughed. "You're gonna try to kill me on our date?"

"Yeah, scared?" Seconds later, a creeper exploded near Dream and he screeched, jumping back. Y/n lost it. She laughed loudly, clutching her stomach.

"Dr-Dream!" She laughed. "What the hell was that?"

"It scared me!" he argued. "Here, I'll protect you," he offered, running past her and killing a skeleton that was shooting towards her.

"I don't need protecting, especially from you! Besides, if you're trying to kill me, you'd let the mobs get me."

"No," he decided. "No one's allowed to kill my Bug."

She was literally going to explode. "Wh—"

"Only I get to."

"Dream!" she scoffed, running to kill the skeleton first. She succeeded and he pouted.

"Hey—I did more damage than you, you just had the final hit."

"Really? Cause to me it looks like I'm your knight in shining armor."

"Nuh-uh," he spat.

"Dream. F5 right now, you're covered in arrows."

There was a pause. "Oh whatever." He hit her once and that's all it took for them to start fighting, throwing jokes and taunts at each other the whole time, eventually resulting in a satisfying win for her.

Dream was slain by Bugsy

"WHAT?! HOW?"

<Tubbo> i thogt you were on a date <Ranboo> well definitley not anymore <Ranboo> is that canon <JackManifoldTV> WOMEN

"What was that about you being better than me?" Y/n teased.

"Oh, come ON! I still had damage from the skeleton, and besides, I taught you everything you know!"

"That just makes you a very good teacher, Dream," she said sincerely and he paused, probably expecting her to insult him instead of compliment him.

"Yeah, suck up now that you've murdered me."

***

They were finally at their final stop, three hours into the stream. Not too bad on time, though this was probably the longest Minecraft date in the history of Minecraft dates. Also the best, but maybe Y/n was biased.

There was a huge tree, obviously built instead of naturally generated, with lanterns hanging down and lighting areas of the dark world around them. Under that was a checkered pattern of carpet, a single chest in the center with a potted plant sitting next to it.

"The carpet is supposed to look like a, uh, what's it called... picnic blanket?" Dream explained as they approached the scene, clearly not happy with how it turned out. "It looks weird. Nothing compared to the treehouse you built."

"We built," she corrected. "And this looks awesome, Dream," Y/n complimented. "It's is also my favorite colors."

"Yeah, I had some help from Karl on that one."

She leaned back in her chair in real life and pressed her hands to her face. Oh, it was so unfair how cute he was when he was shy like this. She glanced at chat, which only made her face go from the temperature of molten lava to basically the sun. She was going to explode.

She hummed, a little giggle coming out as well. "That's cute."

She sat (crouched) on the picnic blanket (piece of carpet) while Dream put a disc in the jukebox off to the side.

"Is that a Tommy disc?" she giggled and Dream laughed.

"No, no, no, don't worry. There shouldn't be any continuations of wars interrupting our date."

"Shouldn't be," she emphasized, noticing someone approaching them from the distance.

Dream was about to speak when Quackity reached them and quickly joined the voice channel.

"Oh no," Dream sighed. "We've come so far."

"AYYEEE WHAT'S GOING ON, MAN?!" Quackity yelled in his Mexican Dream voice, his voice bubbling with laughter. "IS THIS A DATE OR SOMETHING, MAN?"

"Quackity, go AWAY!" Dream ordered, punching the character who had stripped to his underwear. "YOU'RE INDECENT! THERE IS A LADY HERE!"

Y/n laughed, enjoying the scene of fancy Dream hitting naked Quackity away from their picnic dinner.

"I'm your waiter, I'm your waiter!" Quackity said in his normal voice, still laughing. "DREAM! WILL YOU STO— QUIT HITTING ME!"

This had turned chaotic very quickly.

"We don't need a waiter," Dream informed him.

"Then I'm the singing gram you ordered." He started singing a song and Dream groaned. "HEY THERE DELILAH WHAT'S IT LIKE IN NEW YORK CITY—"

"No! You're being a clout chaser, go away!"

"I'm honestly impressed we made it this far without anyone coming into the voice channel," Y/n admitted.

"I paid them," Dream joked.

"You did not!" Karl's voice suddenly came through and Y/n laughed. "We were all just being polite and staying away but we're getting bored! We've been so patient!"

"Yeah, hurry up! We wanna play!!!" Sapnap whined. "Dream, it's not fair for you to steal Bugsy from us for so long."

"Oh my gosh!" she exclaimed with a laugh as Dream laughed along.

"Just ten minutes! Ten more minutes!" Dream bargained but none of them would have it. "Just so I can say goodbye!"

"No!" George insisted. "Right now!"

"Look, wait, wait, hold on—"

"—hold ON!" Dream begged, watching as the three boys ran and joined Quackity by the picnic blanket.

Y/n could not stop laughing at all the avatars around them. The date had been so peaceful and cute but all good things must come to a chaotic end.

"Wait, come on, Karl, Karl, Karl," Dream said quickly. "Come here. Bug, just a sec, please. Stay right there."

"Okay," she agreed, curious to see his plan.

Karl followed him and of course Sapnap couldn't help but also join them.

"Okay," Dream whispered loudly, clearly wanting everyone to hear his offer. He crouched and the other two copied. "Just give me ten minutes—"

"Ten?" Sapnap asked loudly.

"Shhh!!! Yes, ten minutes, to say goodbye and, you know, end the date."

There was a long, thick pause. "What exactly are your intentions with Bugsy Games," Karl asked seriously, matching Dream's whisper.

"Well, I wanna make sure she gets home safe, you know, so I'm gonna drop her off and, I don't know, see if maybe.... maybe she'll give me a hug?"

Karl and Sapnap both gasped dramatically and Y/n giggled, sparing a glance at her chat who were all freaking out.

"What the hell?" Quackity said while laughing. He and George were still standing near Y/n so they were just watching the goons with her.

"Bugsy is not that kind of girl!" Sapnap protested. "You think she's just gonna give you a hug?"

"Sapnap! Do you not know how to whisper???"

George let a loud laugh slip before slapping his hand over his mouth, which his mic picked up.

"Okay, Dream, wait, so you're gonna try to... hug her?" Karl clarified. "She won't even let me hug her. Good luck."

"Well, I'm not going to force her into anything but, I don't know, she said something about holding my hand earlier so I just thought maybe there's a possibility—"

"WHAT?" Karl yelled before going back to the whisper. "Okay, okay, don't panic, but that's huge. Dadnap, a word?"

He and Sapnap broke off from Dream and formed their own huddle, except their whispers were incoherent mumblings that weren't even English.

"Oh my gosh," Y/n groaned loudly, an unmistakable laugh behind her words.

"Okay," Sapnap said, rejoining Dream. "We'll give you five minutes but if you take any longer, we're barging in and killing you."

"Yes, sir!" Dream said. "Thank you, sirs."

"Mhm. Okay, break!"

They all uncrouched in sync before Dream ran back to Y/n.

"How did it go?" she asked as if she didn't hear the entire conversation.

"Bad news," he started. "Your dad's want you home."

"Shame, I was quite enjoying my time."

Dream slowly turned towards the boys as if to glare at them for ending the date before turning back to her. "Then, maybe, I don't know, we could do this again sometime?"

"I.... think I'd like that," she said slowly, trying to tease him.

He giggled and told her he was going to drop her off at her house, even though when the date was over, they were all probably gonna mess around together anyway so there was no point in them leaving the group. But it was the thought that counted.

He ended up taking her back to the treehouse, which warmed her heart. She also noticed when they faced each other at front of the door, she could see the four other boys watching them.

"Goodnight, my sweet Bug," he said poshly.

"Goodnight, Dream." He turned away but she stopped him. "Wait!" She moved to his side and made a loud, MUAH, sound before stepping back in front of him. "A kiss on the cheek," she clarified, not wanting him to think she gave him a real kiss.

"Cute," he said under his breath, almost like he didn't mean to say it out loud. "Night night." He turned away and ran down to the others, screaming the whole way. "GUYS, DID YOU SEE THAT? BUG GAVE ME A KISS ON THE CHEEK!! OMG DID YOU SEE, DID YOU SEE?"

Chat was gonna have a field day with that. Actually, with a lot of things that had happened. Oh, she could see the clips and edits now.... oh boy.

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feliix · 4 years ago

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more than friends (with benefits) ↠ felix

↠ Felix x Reader

↠ Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst, FWB!AU

↠ Rating: M (18+) ↠ Word Count: 2k

↠ Summary: You always thought being friends with benefits with Felix was a dream. At least, that was until the benefits starting outweighing the friendship and your feelings got sucked in.

↠ Warnings: friends to lovers, fwb to lovers, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, dirty talk, creampie, praise, multiple orgasms, mutual pining

↠ A/N: hi sorry this is very unedited I might go in and fix stuff later sorry Im lazy right now and banner creds to me okay enjoy!

“So wet for me,” his deep, gravelly voice fills your ears, the room spinning around you with each buck of his hips. Teeth sinking into your lip, you grasp for the sheets beside you. His rhythm is quick, persistent, and you’re unable to catch your breath.

“Felix,” his name leaves your lips in a high pitched whine. It's getting harder to hold on with a pace like this. Had you not already cum twice just tonight, maybe your stamina would be a bit higher. But the familiar knot in your stomach is getting tighter and tighter as his thrusts persist.

It's not long until you're coming undone around him. The force of his hips driving into you, the firm grip his hand has on your ass sets you aflame. Just a few more powerful ruts; he’s angling himself just right to hit that sweet spot deep inside you. And that's when your legs begin to shake, the force from your third orgasm taking over.

A gentle scream escapes your mouth as you ride out your high, Felix’s pace only quickening to grant himself an orgasm of his own. Oversensitivity sets in quickly causing your eyes to slam shut in dismay; mind blurry with small white stars as your pussy continues to spasm around him.

“So fucking tight,” Felix’s thrusts persist through your orgasm, leaving your legs shaking and all you can offer is the tightening spasms of your pussy. You clench around him rapidly, enticing him to come to his finish. “ Fuck, baby. Such a good slut for me.”

Unable to catch your breath as your orgasm begins to subside, the sound of his voice shooting right to your core and letting out an extra gush of arousal. Felix takes this as a sign to go harder, busing himself by pounding into you. Each time his hips meet your ass he leaves a gentle slap on your supple skin. When he bottoms out your back arches instinctively. The pressure of his tip on your sweet spot drives you wild, your fingers grabbing for the sheets underneath you to hold onto.

But him fucking you from behind causes you to miss the sweet contortion of his face as he reaches his high. You can only feel the grip he has on your waist tighten, the pads of his fingers pressing deeply into your skin as he ruts into you with such fervor.

He doesn’t pull out, you’ve already told him that he doesn’t have to. All that's on your mind is being filled to the brim with Felix’s cum. “Fuck,” you’re aching for his release, squeezing your core as hard as you can to ease it from him, “want you to fill me up.”

With a few especially hard thrusts Felix is collapsing over you, holding you close as his cum paints your walls. The pace of his thrusts slows as soon as his hot body presses against yours, eyes fluttering shut as you both come down from your highs.

If you didn't feel his heavy breathing fanning over the back of your neck you may have forgotten where you were. The labored sound of breathing fills the room around you. His rapid heartbeat pounds against your back; it's slowing now, that's how you know he’s about to pull out.

It's the same routine every time. He comes over, you fuck, you cuddle, he leaves.

Which is okay, the two of you aren’t dating or anything. You’re friends with benefits; emphasis on the benefits half and a little less stress on the friends part. This isn’t how it’s always been. Things used to be the other way around, ironically.

Felix was your best friend, it wasn’t until you initiated this little arrangement that things changed.

It’s a blur how it all came about actually. Just one day you got a little too worked up while looking at his plush lips, making a move and changing the dynamic between the two of you forever. After letting him fuck you once, you never came back from that.

The Netflix nights faded into the dark as the Netflix & chill nights came more frequently. It isn’t something that you noticed at first, you were into it, gosh, why wouldn't you be? So many girls would love to be in your place – hooking up with their highly attractive guy best friend. But over time you began to miss the relationship you used to have. Watching a movie without pausing halfway through to have sex is unheard of now. You can’t remember the last time you were actually able to do that.

The worst part is you think you might be missing something else. The more you hookup the more you find yourself longing for him – not just his touch. When he leaves, you feel lonely. Not just the ‘I’m alone’ lonely, either. You want to be with him all the time, spend time doing fun couple-y things in addition to the hot sex you have every night. You want more from this, you need to be more than friends.

And before you know it, Felix’s body is relaxing as he pulls out of you slowly, a trail of cum following in its path beginning to drip down your thigh. A deep sigh leaves your lips when the weight of Felix’s body flops down onto the mattress next to you. You want him to know you’re bothered, you’re just too scared to bring it up on your own.

It doesn’t seem that he notices, though, he just lets out an exhausted grunt in return. In a split second reaction, you sigh again, trying to cover it up by extending your limbs to look like you’re stretching. The second one may have been a bit too dramatic; Felix noticed it this time, the look on his face riddled with confusion.

“Something wrong?”

Oh, great. Well, you got what you wanted, not having to start the conversation but you’ll definitely be the one to ruin it. You could just deflect, say ‘nothing’ and carry on the way you were – but that won’t do much to help your own feelings.

“Actually, yeah.”

The phrase surprises you just as much as it surprises Felix, you just do a better job of covering it up than he does. His eyes are wide, head turned in your direction now as he begins to sit up. Luckily both of your clothes were in close vicinity – this probably isn't a conversation that neither of you wants to have naked.

Or have in general, for that matter. But getting dressed is a nice way to avoid eye contact, which seems to be the only thing you’ll be able to avoid in this awkward moment.

“What’s up?”

The concern in his voice is prevalent. He’s doing what he can to stay calm but deep down he’s worried. The meek thought of you cutting him off crosses Felix’s mind briefly; a pang of anxiety cuts through him like a knife. And he doesn’t do a great good job of hiding it, but thankfully you’re too caught up in putting on a shirt that you don't notice.

Guilt starts eating away at you once you realize what you’re doing, what you’re about to tell him. This could ruin everything between you. You don’t think he’ll cut you off, no; but chances are you tell him and things will change forever. The second you speak up about it will determine your future with Felix – if there even is one.

“Have you ever thought about,” your voice stalls, letting a deep breath pause your thoughts in an attempt to ease your mind, “not just having sex anymore?”

“You wanna stop hooking up?”

“N-no, that's not what I meant!” The words fly out of your mouth more forceful than you intended, and before you're able to stop yourself from spilling them. A puzzled look quickly crosses Felix’s face as he waits for you to continue. There’s a strange tension beginning to surround you, making your palms sweat and stomach twist.

The air is feeling heavier as thoughts are flooding through your mind. The longer you prolong this conversation the more it's going to hurt you in the end, “Things have just...changed.”

His head nods along with your words, bottom lip caught between his teeth as his face sinks. Somewhere along the timeline of between being best friends and friends with benefits, that friendship you had was lost. It isn't just you who realized that.

“Because I have feelings for you?”

“Y-you what?”

You have to pinch yourself to make sure that this is real and what you heard Felix just said was true. But he finds humor in your response, a breathy chuckle leaving his lips as your jaw slowing drops. All this time and you both have been oblivious to each other's feelings…

“I thought you knew that…” His voice is soft, trailing off at the end as embarrassment creeps up. A rosy blush tints his freckled cheeks, soon covering them as he buries his head in his hands.

“You never told me that,” you chuckle endearingly, butterflies pounding at your chest as heat rises to your cheeks, “did you know that I have feelings for you?”

“Noooo,” his voice is playful, head sinker deeper into his hands as small giggles leave his lips.

It a split-second reaction your hands are taking hold of his wrists, gently moving them from his face to look at his eyes. They’re narrowed into squints, his face squished into a smiling mess as his ears are red with embarrassment.

“So were you just not gonna tell me?” You say in a joking tone, doing your best to ease Felix’s nerves.

“I didn’t want to lose you.”

The mood of the room suddenly shifts. Felix’s smile is quick to fade, his cheeks settling back to normal as his eyes slightly widen. Your heart twists with his words – the thought of losing him to something so silly hits you like a million bricks. Sucking in a deep breath, he reaches for your hand, noticing the change of your expression and giving a sympathetic smile. Your eyes follow the trace of his tumb over your hand, stroking the skin lightly as you sit in silence.

You wonder if that thought has weighed heavy on his mind for a while, how long he’s had feelings for you. It must have hurt him feeling like this was nothing more than sex to you; if only he knew.

“You wouldn’t.”

Felix’s eyes light up at your words, his hand gripping yours a little firmer now. The butterflies you first felt are still there, flapping away in your stomach each time the corners of his lips curl up into a smile. Just when you thought you couldn’t fall any harder there he is, cheeks blushing as his head turns to face you. A swift hand is brought to your neck, holding it as he effortlessly moves in towards you.

Your heart pounds in your chest as he moves closer, focusing your eyes on each of his features; catching his tongue swipe across his bottom lip. His face is just centimeters from yours, his eyes staring down at your lips and his hot breath fanning across the soft skin of your cheeks.

“I love you,” his deep voice whispers over your lips. You aren’t given enough time to return the words before he’s moving in closer.

Time stills in slow motion when his soft lips meet yours; the world could stop turning but all that would matter is that you are here, right now, in this moment with Felix.

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blxetsi · 4 years ago

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modern levi ackerman dating headcanons

lowercase intended !

levi ackerman x gn!reader

- firstly, lets get love language out of the way

- i think his love language would be acts of service

- so like, he'll brew your coffee for you and set out your favourite mug when he goes to the kitchen to make his tea (bc we all know he'd wake up earlier than you 🙄)

- or he'll pick up a muffin from your favourite bakery on his way home

- or if you ask him to remind you to do something later, he's immediately writing it out on a sticky note and sticking it somewhere youd notice

- he notices youre getting low on your favourite moisturizer ? or lipbalm ? he's taking a picture of the packaging and getting it the next time he drives past walmart or smth

- he just does little things that help make your day better

- now i feel like a lot of people say this already, but he is NOT very comfortable with public displays of affection

- its not that he doesnt like it when you touch him, or hold his hand, or kiss his cheek, he just gets flustered and feels like everyone is watching you two

- but one thing he does allow is looping your arms together while you walk, especially in crowded streets

- it doesnt mean he doesnt like being close with you, he just hates doing it public. when youre alone ? hes ALL OVER YOU.

- "will you play with my hair ?"

- "levi im working."

- "okay can you multitask ?" motherfucker 😐

- doesnt matter if hes the big spoon or little spoon, just being close to you is enough.

- also would try and get used to your love language

- if your love language is physical touch hes genuinely surprised by how many times you put his hands on him each day (NOT in a sexual way) like even his mother never touched him as much and he's a momma's boy 😳

- when you wake up your coming out to the kitchen to fill your coffee, but not before kissing the top of his head as you walk past

- then youre guzzling down your coffee like its water before putting it in the sink and walking back, petting his head in the process

- you'll hug him while hes cooking, or brushing his teeth. youre giving him kisses before he leaves and when he comes home, just little small acts of love, but it happens so frequently that levi cant help but notice it

- your love language is verbal affirmations ? youre getting your coffee while saying "goodmorning beautiful"

- "i love yous" are thrown at him a lot, they never fail to make him feel better

- youll compliment this man and he short circuits for a second, quickly gets used to it as time goes on

- also too i think he'd be taller in a modern au, but not very very tall like erwin, im talking 5'7" to 5'9"

- and he's fine with his height, it doesn't bother him that much, he's the average height of a man so what's the big deal ?

- also he really doesnt care about height either. youre shorter than him ? cool, that means he can bend down to give you little forehead kisses. around the same height as him ? awesome, that makes it easier for him to give you a peck on the lips. taller than him ? mf he'll climb you like a tree if he has to. really doesn't care.

- also doesn't have a preferences for body type or anything. he thinks that character is way more important than looks 100% and he'll always find different things about you beautiful. your laugh is weird ? k now he's making you two watch a john mulaney special to so youll laugh. hate your belly and wanna lose weight, he's holding you and telling you to only lose weight if you genuinely want to be "healthier" and not so you get skinny. your acne scars bother you ? he's kissing your cheeks a lot more than usual, but you can't complain. literally Loves Every Part of You

- also i think his family would absolutely ADORE YOU and his friends for that matter

- miss kuchel is pulling you into a hug the first time she sees you, and is so accomodating and sweet. shes genuinely interested in your interests and what you do for a living, and will NOT hesitate to get levi's baby pictures out if you ask.

- his uncle ? he probably wont be there for the family dinner, but then kuchel's gonna call him up like "levi's s/o ?? absolutely spectacular !!" and then hes like "huh maybe i gotta come visit to see the runt and his lover"

- also i think in a modern au, kuchel wouldve gotten really sick when levi is a boy, so kenny would have came home to take care of his sister and try and take care of levi. in the end she got better, and he went back to his own home, but now she requests that he come for at least one family holidy so they can all spend it together

- BUT back to mr. ackerman

- idk what he'd do in modern times, i used to think he'd be a good english professor for a university, but then i saw a headcanon that he'd go into law school and become a lawyer, and honestly ?? it makes sense

- after a long day at work he just wants to come home to you, he'll find you on the couch reading or doing some of your own work, so he'll just slip off his coat and blazer and undo his tie while slipping off his shoes by the door. before plopping his head in your lap and requesting you to play with his hair.

- if you don't live with him hes taking a shower and then immediately calling you asking to come over. if you can ?? great he'll be in bed waiting to be spooned. if not, thats fine, but levi would like to facetime and rant.

- also has the absolute WORST road rage

- "that little prick cut me off !"

- "levi he's taking his driver's test !"

- "so ? i hope that instructor doesn't give the idiot a pass 🙄" and then will immediately honk his horn at the poor kid.

- also wouldnt be a clean freak like in canonverse. his whole "everything has to be spotless" stuff stems from trauma, specifically being left in an apartment with his decaying mother for weeks on end, but since kuchel is alive that never happens

- were things a little hectic during the time she was sick ? sure ! but kenny always tried to tidy up a bit when he saw it was getting to levi.

- levi just likes things to be neat and tidy, he doesnt do a deep clean of his apartment every two weeks, but always makes sure to clean up his messes as soon as they happen

- also doesnt like to fight

- his mom raised him with the idea that communication is key, and always encouraged him to "explain why hes upset" so they could work together to come up with a solution

- its something hes taken with him to adulthood, and even though sometimes he sounds like hes talking to a child when hes trying to get you to "use your words" he really doesnt mean to

- if youre yelling at him he'll stand there like 😐 and wait until youre out of breath so he can say "okay lets talk about this"

- is also very handy

- have a hole in your wall ? hes coming over to fix it

- need a lightbulb changed ? hes got u dont worry

- you need to assemble a piece of furniture ? he glances at the step by step guide once before hes putting it together

- hes so great at that stuff, and you only have kenny to thank

- literally when kenny first came to stay with levi and kuchel when she was sick, the kitchen light went out and he asked levi to screw another lightbulb in, the poor kid stood there like 🤨 and when kenny said "what ? you don't know how to change a fucking lightbulb ?" levi shook his head and said "uncle kenny im seven 😐"

- kenny was APPALLED. and immediately made it his mission to make levi as handy as himself.

- also, dates with him are rlly lowkey.

- he likes being in your company, so staying home and ordering take out is AWESOME in his opinion. sometimes he'll dress up and make a fancy meal with you.

- if you like going to carnivals and stuff, he's reluctant but eventually caves. wins you a lot of the prizes.

- "fuck. this shit is rigged y/n"

- "sorry levi, lets go do something else !"

- "what ? no. give me another dollar im getting you that fucking turtle"

- hange always wants to see you. levi makes it his life mission to keep you away from them as much as possible. not because he doesnt want you to get along with his friends, just because he knows that hange will spill some embarassing secrets from his college days.

- erwin ? hes okay but hes on thin fucking ice.

- also is very gentlemanly. will not only hold the door for you but for everyone. hes waiting in line for his order and someone comes up behind him and asks him to scootch so they can get some napkins ? mf its grabbing a handful himself and handing it to the person, wishing them a nice day with a small smile. hes just like,, a genuinely good person

- his singing voice ? immaculate. will he sing for you ? no.

- he also loves playing board games with you. like chess or checkers. you love playing board games with him and his friends, specifically monopoly. hange makes moblit form an alliance with them. mike is a lone wolf, and erwin and levi are always helping each other out until erwin betrays him. lots of trust is ruined between these game nights, but you literally cant bring yourself to care because its so fun to watch it unfold

this is my first headcanon thingy !! im v excited !! hope u all enjoyed 🤩✨ should i do more headcanons like these ???

- all in all, levi is a cool guy, and a cool bf.

#attack on titan #attack on titan fanfiction #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman #attack on titan x reader #armin arlert #mikasa ackerman #eren yeager #eren jaeger

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just-another-writer-cherry · 4 years ago

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No Feelings Allow

Type: imagine

Warning: smut, oral sex, and just rough fucking

A/N I really hope you guys enjoy this, Please like and reblog. Thank you so much for those of you who support me and my writing. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING

Y/N POV

I snuggle into Harry as much as I possibly can, since I know pretty soon things are gonna have to go back to normal. You see Harry and I have been in this fuck buddies/ friends with benefits relationship for a while now. The worst part is that I’m starting to catch feelings for him, and I know in things like this the number one rule is NO FALLING IN LOVE, yet here I am like a total loser falling in love.

This is how it all begun, well for me at least....

It all started when I first join harry’s band and as a form of celebration we when out for drink.

Bad Idea

I’m just gonna skip to the good part, since I don’t remember anything before that, I was honestly too drunk to even be aware of the world around me.

Flashback beings

“Fuck Harry! go f-faster” I tell him

“you like that huh? Like being fuck against a bathroom wall, like having my big cock deep in your tight cunt” he whisper sensually in my ear

“Yes! Fuck yes! I-I do” I tell him, I don’t even try to keep my voice down because well I can’t all this feels do good. his face is burry in my boobs sucking on them harshly, he is playing and rubbing my clit with his free hand. He is thrusting into me roughly, and fast that I squeeze him every time he is going in and out me. I’m a moaning mess, his moans are getting muffle by my boobs.

All this is feeling too good, I just can’t help myself but to cum. “H-harry, I-Im *moan* C- *moan* cum!” tell him,

he comes up from my boobs and says “ you gonna cum, I’m cumming *moan* too *moan* but I want you to kiss me *moan* wanna have a proper snug with you Y/N”

We kiss, a passionate and intense kiss . My tongue against his, saliva mixing, I can feel a bit of saliva coming out from the corner of mine and his mouth. Not too long into the kiss and I feel myself cum as well as harry. After we are both done cumming, we pull away from the kiss to catch our fucking breath. A string of salvia follows.

End of Flashback

After that I have no idea what happened, I think I might have pass out but I don’t remember. Needless to say, that the wasn’t going to be last time we were gonna do it. The second time happened while we were in a meeting about tour, he send me a text that said and quote “your tits are sticking out, and I wanna suck on them. Please🥺” My eyeballs almost roll of my sockets when I saw the text, that didn’t stop him from bending me over the bathroom sink and fucking me.

From there we pretty much just kept doing that. Fucking. We became friends with benefits. Nothing more, nothing less. and it’s not like I wanted to be more than that, but after a certain amount of meaning less fucks, I couldn’t help but to feel shit for him.

God how much I wish I didn’t

I decide to put a stop to my thoughts, and get up. Once I’m off the bed, I rap the blanket around me and go search for my clothes. Once I get a hold of my underwear, I put it on and start to look for my t-shirt and jeans. I manage to find my jeans in record time, usually takes me longer for some reason. As I’m putting them on, I hear harry talk. “morning” he says, turning over to his back, putting his hand behind his head.

“morning” its all I say “have you seen my shirt?” I ask him, he only points to upwards, I slowly turn my head to look at the ceiling. My shirt its stuck on the ceiling fan! how did it end up there?!

Harry just stands from the bed, nude, walks over to his suitcase, picks one out a random shirt and throws it at me. he raps a towel around his waist.

“we went wild last night, how are you still walking?”

I just roll my eyes and laugh, he does too

“are you coming over tonight?” he ask me

“I don’t know maybe” I answer

He just nods his head

“ok I’m gonna go, see you later” I’m about to go but he stops me

“aren’t you forgetting something?” he says and I just stop and think for moment

“my kiss, gimme a kiss” he says, what? why?

Rather than question him, I just walk over to him and kiss him. I pull away and leave the room

That was new

~~~~~~~~~

Before the Concert

Y/N POV

Harry and I are just chilling around in his dressing room before the concert, which starts i like 10-15 mins. I’m sitting on the mini couch playing a game on my phone, while he is doing his voice exercise. I guess I’m so into this game I don’t release that he stop “Y/N are you listening to me?” he ask

“yes?” comes out more as a question rather than a statement

“I said what do you think of my suit?” he ask

I look at him, my eyes going up and down but they stop at his neck, that’s when I spot it. A hickey. I drop my phone on my lab

“what? You don’t like it or something?”

“your neck Harry! you have a hickey” I told him standing up looking at his neck.

He puts his hands around my waist, pecks my lips

“god what if your fan see it OMG! what if people find out that you -” He cuts me off

“Y/N chill, Its normal, I doubt fans will notice” he assures me, i just nod.

During the concert

We just got done with Adore You, now harry is interacting with the fans, everything is going well until someone shouts

“HARRY WHERE DID YOU GET THE HICKEY?!”

Then another

“HARRY WHO GAVE YOU THE HICKEY?! WAS IT Y/N?!”

Then another

“Y/N DID YOU GIVE HARRY THAT HICKEY?!’

It continues, until harry spoke

“guys! Calm down! But it seems like you all interesting in Y/N I’m gonna let her answer the question” he said while turning around and winking at me

“That’s a proof of how much of a mob you can be” I said

Everyone laugh including harry, he gave me a thumb up and continue

“ok this next one is call To Be So Lonely, sing if you know that lyrics”

We start playing “Nice save” Mitch told me

I when Pale.....

After the concern

I start to walk towards Mitch dressing room, I open the door to fine him putting stuff into a bag, he was about to speak but I don’t let him

“how you know?” I ask him

“ It wasn’t that hard, C’m why else would you come out of his room every morning with his shirt on? or perhaps all the times you guys sneak off to fuck in the bathroom? doesn’t take rocket science to figure out what you two are up to” he tells me

“I-how long have you known?”

“for sure today, assuming two weeks after your welcome party”

“why didn’t you tell me”

“didn’t wanna be one to ruin the fun for the two of you, that and it really isn’t any of my business plus I can tell you like him”

“what? I-maybe...” I say my voice fading at the end

“they all fall for the spell” he said and I gave him a confused look

“seat and I’ll explain” we both took a seat on the couch

“it happens all the time he shags a girl, they fall for him but with you he might have fallen too” he said and I mouth a how

“He kept you for more than a month, sneaks you into his bedroom every night, gives you one of his shirts to ware. the list goes on, I can see your not a simple shag your something else plus if you where he would’ve probably fire you and ended things with you a long time ago”

“I guess you might be right” I told him

“I have to go he-”

“is waiting for you” he finish my sentence and I just nodded

~~~~~~~~~~~

I was right, Harry was waiting for me. As soon as he saw, we when straight to the car and his driver drove us to the hotel. I’m currently in his room sitting on the bed, he is in the bathroom doing god knows what. I honestly thought we were gonna have sex.

“What are you doing in their princess?” I ask him

“I’m getting the bath ready, come in here to pick the bath bomb” he said and I’m confused why a bath? and just why? he seems to be putting a lot more effort this days. I get up walk towards the bathroom. Once I’m I see harry standing in nothing but his boxers and holding two bath bombs one on each hand. I stand in front of him.

“where did you get this? and the pink one with flower” I told him

“fan gave them to me, thought it was time to put them to good use”

I just nod my head, he drops the bath bomb in the tub

“Come on get undressed the water is getting” he told me to and took off his boxer, got into the tub. I got undress and in the tub my back to his chest. he starts to cares my arms with the tip of fingers. He leans in and whisper in my ear. “you’re so beautiful”

I feel one his hands go in between my thighs “you’re wet aren’t you? this is what you’ve been waiting for all night, been waiting for me to care of you, take care of your pussy” he says and I only moan

next thing you know, I feel one his fingers go up and down between my lips. I moan a little bit louder this time. “lift your your legs and place them on top of the sides of the tub”

Once I do, he doesn’t bother waiting and inserts two fingers into my cunt, he starts to finger me harshly, its a mixture of pain and pleasure. I keep moaning

“H-harry F-faster *moan*” he adds another finger

“you want it fast you dirty slut, fuck yourself on my fingers, I know you want to”

I moan at his words, he keeps talking to me and saying things like

“you’re so tight”

“bloody hell, you getting even wet”

“Fuck yes, keep fucking yourself on my fingers, move those hips you dirty slut”

I move my hips faster, his finger going in and out my cunt my a slapping noise, with his other hand he is rubbing my clit, fast really fast.

“c-cum C-CUM *moan* Fuck! Please” feels too good, I can’t even make a proper sentence

“cum Y/N be my little cum slut and cum for me” he said and I did, I came hard, I was trying to catch my breath

“need to fuck you, turn around and ride me” he demanded

“can’t cunt its too sore” I told him

“wasn’t asking, now fuck me”

he turn me around, so I was straddling him. without a warning he put his cock inside of me.

“Fuck!” I scream

I start to bounce up and down on his cock, we are both moaning extremely loud.

“Fuck Yes! Bounce faster baby!” He said and I try but my cunt is too sore, he however decided to take matter into his own hands and helps me bounce faster, there is water splashing everywhere. He then somehow took one of my tits into his mouth and started sucking on it.

“AH! G-GOOD *Moan* H-HARRY- CUM *moan* PLEASE!”

“I’m Fuck- Cumming too baby”He said

“cum, cum for me” I did I came so fucking hard and so did he

we just sat there for a second, catching our breath, Harry was rubbing my back up and down with one his hands.

“I think we need a shower” he said, I just look up at him and nodded

“I’m sore, carry me?” I ask and he nodded with a smile

After the shower, Harry and I decided to just chill and watch some TV, not too long after that we felt asleep.

~~~~~~

The next morning Harry had an interview at the Howard show. They were in the middle of something when Howard suddenly ask if there were any secret affairs going on in the band. Wow things got award very fast.

“so not affairs with the lady’s? Y/N?” he ask , harry and I just look at each other and awkwardly laugh

“You two have been link a lot together, specially after the whole hickey thing that happen in your last concert.” he said,

“No, we are pretty good friends... it would be awkward to think of a friend like that, it’s not right” Harry said rambling a bit

“Y/N” Howard said, Mitch looked at me and raised his eyebrows

“Umm.. Mitch and Sarah but I don’t think that accounts as an affair, I mean everybody knows about them.”

“so no harry?” he ask again, I just laugh shaking my head

“no, I don’t think he can handle a woman like me” I said some oh’s and laughs were heard

“thanks that really helped my ego” He said

“that’s what I’m here for” I said

The interview continued, he move on to other topics to be honest I kinda zone out.

~~~~~~

After the interview, Harry said to go to his room for some netflix and chill, I already new what he wanted. I knock on his door

“hey”

“hey” I said

“remind me to give you a key” he said, I nodded and when to his bed

“whatcha you watching?” I ask him

“I don’t know”

He pulls me into his lap

“kiss me, you haven’t given me a kiss”

I kiss him,

“I wanna snug you, fucking kiss me right” he told me

We started to make out, saliva mixing, mouth exploring, tongues dancing. We were so into this, it was hard to hear someone knocking.

“go open the door and rid of whoever it is” I told him once we pull away

he nodded, I got off his lap and he got up to open the door. I heard the door open and a voice as well

“hey I’m here to work on the lyrics” Mitch fucking Mitch its here

“So I was thinking- Y/N what are you doing here? was I- Did I interrupt something” he ask and I just look at harry

“actually she was leaving” I look at him, seriously I’m the one who gets kick out why?, I don’t understand he call me not Mitch, I was mad, I’m done getting treated like I’m not important or only a fuck toy. I explode it

“I’M DONE HARRY, I’M SO FUCKING DONE, WITH THIS AND- AND EVERYTHING, DON’T EVER GO LOOKING FOR ME AGAIN, FUCK YOU ASSHOLE!” they were both shock at my sudden outburst, I got up from the bed and storm out the room to mines.

~~~~~

After a good 15 min I heard a knock on my door

“if its Harry go away” I said loud enough

“Actually its Mitch Can we talk” I got up and open the door

“talk”

“he is confused, devasted, thinks it’s his fault, and he knows I know.” he said

“you told him?” I ask him

“not really, he just figure, anyways I think he wants more than what you guys have now”

“what if I get hurt?”

“God Y/N its Harry and love so of course you’ll get hurt but I also know he will take care of you, I’m almost certainly sure that he loves you, he wants more than this, take a risk for the both you because I know how much you two need it” He told me

“ok yeah, I’m gonna go talk to him” I got up and headed towards the door but Mitch stops me

“here I think you are gonna this” he hands me a key

his room key

I smile and nodded

~~~~~

Once in his room, I go to where he is standing.

“hey” I say he jumps a little, and I just giggle

“Hello, how did you get in?” he ask

“Mitch gave me a key” I said lifting up the key

he nodded we stay in silence for a moment

that is before I had enough and just go up to him and kiss him.

We kiss for a little before I pull “I want more than this too” I whisper against his lips

“be mine?” he ask

“I was always yours” I tell him

We keep kissing, we move onto the bed, he lays me on my back, he starts to kiss my neck.

“Harry” I moan

“yes darling” he says

“can we-I wanted- 69″ I said

“you wanna try 69?” he ask and I nodded

“I’m down top or bottom?” he ask me again

“top” I said

We undressed until we are completely nude the we get in position. With my cunt towards his face and his cock in mine. He starts me off by teasing my clit and slit my wetness around my pussy while he is doing that I start to give him Kitty licks on his tip. I decided that’s enough for me, and I start to suck, he on the other hand keeps teasing my clit and starts fucking my cunt with his tongue. he is moaning into my cunt and I’m moaning into his dick. he starts to rub me fast and hard, while I suck on him faster. little bits of cum dripping on the side of my mouth. He keeps eating me out so good.

“OH MY FUCKING SHIT MY EYES BURN!” I hear a voice scream, I fall off the bed, I scream when I see who it was

“the fuck how did you get in?!”I grab the blanket and cover myself and so does harry

“seriously man, fucking knock next time!” harry said

“My eyes still burn, You both are nasty, I’m out of here” Mitch said his hands covering his eyes, he bumps and trips a few times before making it out of the room.

Harry and I just look at each other and laugh

but its not too long before we are back to 69

~~~~ Harry + 69 = 💀

Thank you for reading.....

#harry styles masterlist #harry styles writing #harry styles smut #harry styles imagine #harry x reader #harry and y/n

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savoies · 5 years ago

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It Just Can’t Wait - Matthew Tkachuk.

Matthew Tkachuk x Reader.

Summary: Matthew has been planning to ask you to marry him and he isn't going to let quarantine ruin his plans.

Word Count: 1.6k

Warning: none that I know of.

“Brady what am I supposed to do now, we can’t even go out of the house and we don’t even know how long quarantine is gonna last.” Matthew expressed to his brother about his current dilemma.

“I don’t know dude, you’ll figure it out or at least she’ll understand.” Brady said not being much help. Matthew hung up and decided to sort out his thoughts by himself since his younger brother wasn't much help.

Matt had planned to propose to you next weekend but the world was just put on quarantine so the idea of proposing where he had planned was crossed off the list. He had the grand idea of proposing where you met and then going to celebrate with your guys family, something simple since you didn't really like being the center of attention. Now he had to come up with something quick because he wanted to be engaged to you as soon as possible. You and Matthew had been dating for a few years and he thought it seemed right. Him having a steady playing career in the NHL and you just finishing college. You guys lived and did mostly everything together so it was already like both of you guys were married. All that was left were the rings on the left fingers.

Earlier in the month you and Matthew had walked into a jewelry store not even to look for rings but you spotted one and fell in love with it and Matt took that as a hint that maybe it was time to get engaged since before that, wedding rings had never caught your attention.

During the week he had been planning everything from talking to your family members to his trying to make it the best home proposal possible. You noticed that he did seem a bit not himself so you decided to confront him, “Hey Matty baby you ok, you just seem kind of off.“

“ Yeah I'm good babe, just quarantine is getting to my head,” he said chuckling nervously hoping you wouldn't catch him under his lie. He was really nervous, this was a big step in your guys relationship. A bunch of thoughts entered his mind. What if you didn't want to get married to him? What about if as soon as he proposed you would say no and leave? You guys had never talked about marriage, you had talked about kids a couple of months earlier but did that mean you wanted to get married?

Matthew knew that he needed to clear his head soon or else he might blurt something out. During quarantine you were the only one he could talk to and of course he couldn't talk to you. Something that always seemed to cheer him up no matter what, was playing street hockey with you. Now you weren't the best but he just liked having you try and be with him.

“Hey babe wanna head outside for a one on one game?” Matt raised his eyebrows quizzically at you. You noticed that he seemed stressed the last couple of days so you agreed because you knew this would help him clear his head.

After a fun and somewhat challenging game that of course Matthew won, you guys headed inside and just relaxed cuddled up to each other.

Matt thought maybe that this was the perfect time to ask you some questions so his brain could relax and get some reassurance.

“Y/n, do you love me” as soon as the question left his lips he knew it was a dumb question. But he couldn't take it back so he nervously stared into your beautiful eyes for a response.

“Matthew Tkachuk where is this coming from, of course i love you, you big doofus. How could I not with your big cocky attitude that is sometimes annoying but super hot and the fact that you are super clingy and affectionate when your friends are not around. Plus you are everything I've ever wanted in a man. And I mean everything. So stop doubting yourself and kiss me.” you said smacking him in the back of the head.

“Gosh you are absolutely perfect you know that and I am not clingy” Matt said huffing like a little kid then proceeded to kiss you lips, in that moment that's all the reassurance Matthew needed to know that you were really the one he wanted to be with for the rest of his life.

Saturday was grocery day for you and Matthew. Usually you guys would go in the evening around six or seven after dinner. But today Matt had to get you out of the house early. How? He didn't exactly know yet, but he had to come up with something soon. He couldn't really sleep all night so when you started to stir slowly waking up, he was kind of relieved and glad that you had interrupted his thinking.

You guys headed down stairs and started making pancakes. You thought that this was probably your favorite part of your guys' morning. When both of you were still in pjs and making kind of mess but most importantly breakfast. You couldn't wait to have some Tkachuk kids running around the house. After making breakfast, and cleaning up, Matthew knew that he needed to get you out of the house soon.

It was around 4pm when Matt thought maybe it was time to send you away. “Hey babe how about you go grocery shopping right now, just you.” You were kind of confused on why he was sending you to the store alone since you guys always went together unless he had something important to do. He noticed that you looked confused so he added to his sentence from before.

“It's just that i want to make a chocolate cake for after dinner but I have a zoom meeting with the guys soon.” You thought cake sounded good and the guys were probably just going to mess around so you agreed.

You changed, kissed Matthew goodbye, grabbed your keys and headed out. Matt knew that he had to work quickly. So he grabbed some string lights and the picnic basket you guys had stored away in some closet. He headed to the kitchen to pack some stuff for a picnic.

You were at the store grabbing the last things and headed to the cake aisle. There didn't seem to be any chocolate cake so you just grabbed funfetti and hoped your boyfriend wouldn't mind too much.

Back at home Matt had changed from his pjs to something more presentable and grabbed the ring box. He headed downstairs and outside to take one last look outside to make sure everything was perfect. He heard the door open and you yell that you were back. He texted you to come outside and you stayed at the back door.

“What's this for.” you asked curious to why you guys were having a picnic in the middle of the evening.

“Well since we can not go outside to have a date night I decided to bring date night to us.” Matt said smiling sweetly at you. You approached him and sat down and he began taking everything out.

“And you said you were not affectionate” you poked at you boyfriend. You guys just talked and enjoyed each other's company when Matt finally decided it was now or never.

“Can you close your eyes for a second baby, I know you don’t like surprises but I think you might like this one.” Matt said holding your hand reassuringly. He stood up and got up on one knee. “Ok keep them closed, this surprise I've had for a while but now that we are in quarantine it just can't wait anymore open them please.”

You saw Matthew standing on one knee and everything seemed to click in your head. From the way he sent you to the store, to him being nervous all week, and finally to him asking if you loved him. Tears welled up in your eyes.

“Y/n baby I know this isn't ideal since we are in quarantine but I just couldn't wait no more. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I love that when I'm with you I become clingy. I love that you try to play hockey with me even though you arent the best and you know that. I love that we make a mess making breakfast even though we are making the simplest thing ever. I love that we always have deep conversations. I love that you always let me rant to you about my problems even though you aren't feeling your best some days. But most importantly I love you for you and for loving me back. So will you marry me y/n” Matthew was tearing up at the end of his speech.

You were bawling your eyes out by the end of his speech and giggling at some of the remarks he made. “ Yes! I'll marry you Matthew Tkachuk. When you said yes Matt released a breath that he didn't even know he was holding in. He hugged you and you guys whispered I love you to each other. You stayed outside cuddled up next to each other while looking at the stars. Later you guys headed inside to call your family and share the big news. You were glad that you were in the next chapter in your relationship with Matt and couldn't wait for what adventures were gonna be happening in your guys lives from now on together.

im tagging people so it doesn't flop: @hartsyhart (thanks for the help) @patty-cake-nolan ( thanks for the title help) @mitch-slap @leafsxhockeywrxtes @mymanseguin and @ayohockeycheck (thank you for the string lights idea) also thank you for everyone who voted for matty.

#ari speaks #ari writes #matthew tkachuk #matthew tkachuk x reader #calgary flames #hockey imagine #hockey boys #hockey #nhl imagine

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tema-makes-art-sometimes · 3 years ago

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Just saw your vent post and I think diving into your self indulgent stuff might help. For me personally, when working on original stuff, that's when I'll think about things like appealing to others/marketability/etc, but when it comes to fandom stuff, the only audience I care to pander to is Me, Myself, and I. Other people sometimes end up liking it, mostly it just goes ignored, maybe a like by a mutual if they see it. I prefer it this way, since worrying about appealing to more people when writing fanfic makes it feel too much like Writing I Do For Work, and I even never use betas for that same reason, it makes it feel too much like Work Writing, when fandom is Fun Writing.

I'm not sure what you do outside of fandom, but you have so much creativity, I've kinda assumed you've either been doing creative work or are studying to go into it--I can see you in a character design shop tbh, I can see Pin being a villain people would just eat up and love or love to hate.

If you're in a creative field, I feel like it's just good practice to go into Work Creative Space and Fandom Creative Space with different intents, if anything for the sake of mental health, as I've been in a very similar place, where silence on my fandom work would make me rethink what I'm doing, make me want to retcon WIPs, thinking "Maybe if I change this to that or this ship to that ship or change this character to be closer to fanon, more people will want to read/will comment/whatever".

You sound like you already very well know this isn't a healthy mindset, so I'm not going to go into that. I'll just say dive into that self indulgence, whether or not you're doing original creative work in the background as a job/part of study. You have great stuff, but audiences can get burned out just like creatives do. Sometimes it's because they're also creatives. Sometimes it's just burn out from seeing so much art/writing/media ALL THE TIME.

Something a professor told me was that if you got to go to an art museum, and you tried to really appreciate each piece, you'd end up exhausted before finishing even one section of the museum. This can lead to the 'mindless scrolling' a lot of the time. Fandom is becoming a large part of a lot of people's lives, but for most people, it's secondary or even tertiary media, and they're already putting a lot of energy into enjoying and appreciating the media they're in fandoms for. (Yes, there are some people who 'set fire to canon' and are in the center area of a fandom, but most people are closer to the sides, occasionally popping in from time to time but not setting up tents, if that makes sense.) So many of those people just don't have the energy to really get involved with a lot of media produced my fan creators, especially if they follow a lot of them and can only comment or otherwise get involved with a few posts/creators at a time. This can be what often leads to some 'visiting' the same 3-4 creators more often than they may go to another creator.

Setting up a place and waiting for more people to filter in can feel exhausting all by itself, especially when you're trying to create more to fill more of that space and hopefully entice more people to pop in and see what's going on.

When you focus on self indulgence for a while, you're not always looking at the door, since you usually don't expect people to walk in (at least, I never expect it), so when people actually do come in and tap you on the shoulder to see what you're working on and if they can see, it can really help offer that extra boost you need.

I really don't think you're doing anything wrong. A lot of artists who don't do what those "How to get more followers" tips still find an audience, sometimes due to the niche, sometimes starting out niche but expanding as more ideas get tossed in. Some artists who by the book, seem to do everything right, don't get nearly as much. There's really not a right or wrong way to create or share your creations. There are just a /lot/ of creators, so a lot of times, it boils down to how people find your door.

These are all really good points so I am going to share. Honestly a lot of my GerCanMano stuff is pure self indulgence but you're honestly right I think I'm probably gonna focus on some self indulgent shinanigans for a bit, and stop worrying as much about getting things out on time and making it perfect

but I do wanna point out this cause it hit me;

I was in school, but I never declared my major so I had to stop temporarily because I honestly don't know what major to be. There's so many things I like to do, but I don't know if I want to make a career out of them if that makes sense.

Like art, I love art and video games, I'd love to do things like animation or graphic design or be my own indie developer, but I worry if thinking about a game like a business slash whats making me money will ruin the creative process. It wont be making things for the joy of making things, it would be for my job because I had to, and idk- that just isn't as fun. Im worried about that mentality sinking in. I like them but idk if I wanna have to take them full on seriously as a career.

I'm trying to get a minimum wage job right now but its hard to find a job right now in the US job climate, especially with the fact that I have to find job willing to cater to a disability I have currently offrecord because my doctor wouldnt listen to me. Which is even harder because Ive had to walk away from jobs before because they wouldnt give me accomedations without doctors recommendation.

I am planning to set up a Etsy shop right now actually. I need to get a printer, but otherwise hopefully soon I will have a store up with stickers and preorders for keychains. One day I plan to get a button press and make my own buttons. I have hetalia merch planned, as well as my ocs. I'd love and have designs for all sorts of stuff, custom tshirt designs- like subtle hetalia fan stuff like pockets on the chest witht he character "sticking out" with familiar hetalia patterns. I have miraculous ladybug stuff planned. My friend gave me the idea of aster's heart as a friendship necklace and I love it, I could imagine all sorts of needle and thread themed pin merch I have a lot of ideas its just designing and making them and seeing if people would buy them.

I dont quite know what you mean by character design shop if thats something different or not, but yes.

Ill save a ramble about pin for a seperate post this ask is long and so is my response so Ill stop

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too-gay-for-marvel · 5 years ago

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broken

a/n: listen. i had fun writing this one, and i enjoyed it, but i am so done with it. this was the most writers block ive had in so long. i promise im not dead, im just busy being as unproductive as i possibly can

Word Count: 1855

Warnings: none

Pairing: Carol x Reader

“This sucks.”

Carol turned from her spot at the counter to see you throw your book against the wall. It had been a long three days, and you still had a lot of time left before you could go on another mission. She almost felt sorry for you. But then she remembered what you had done to get in this position in the first place, and she didn’t feel so bad anymore.

“Shouldn’t have been so careless,” she shrugged even though she knew you weren’t looking at her.

“It was Sam’s fault,” you mumbled just loud enough for her to hear.

If she were a good girlfriend, she would have gone and sat with you. Maybe she would have pulled your head into her lap and offered some snacks or a movie or a game. A kiss or two on the forehead to show she was with you until the end.

But no one ever said she was a good girlfriend.

“Sam wasn’t even on the mission.”

“He told me to do it!” You shouted back, and Carol could see you throw your arms into the air in indignation. It was pretty cute.

“If your friends told you to-”

“-Without question.”

“You didn’t even let me finish,” Carol complained as she finally fully turned around to face you.

“Doesn’t matter,” you shrugged. “I take no convincing to make bad decisions.”

“Yeah, no shit,” she mumbled to herself.

You both went quiet and Carol could partially see the look on your face from over the back of the couch. She knew that glazed look in your eyes and the way you were zoned out at the ceiling. And even though she wanted you to know she wasn’t happy with you, she knew she needed to have mercy. Only for a little bit.

She slid off the counter stool and made her way to the couch where she could just stare down at you. You didn’t move, though, instead still staring at the ceiling. Carol could only imagine how infuriating this probably was, and even though it was absolutely your fault, she felt for you.

“Move over,” Carol said a little harsher than intended. When you still hadn’t moved, she nudged your unbroken leg with her knee, and when you looked at her she raised her brow.

“Fine,” you sighed before lifting your legs enough for her to sit down.

“Your leg is heavy,” Carol complained when you set your legs back down.

“It’s a cast, Carol,” you huffed, “it’s gonna be heavy.”

“You know what would have fixed this problem?”

“’Don’t break your leg,’” you mocked, “yeah yeah, fuck off.”

You sighed and threw an arm over your eyes before you both went silent. That was exactly what Carol had been about to say, and she had to hand it to you; you knew her better than most. But you went quiet, so she decided to instead just run her fingers over the new markings on your cast.

It seemed everyone had signed it in some way or another. Rhodey, Nat, and Bruce had signed it like normal people. There was a flower on your knee that Steve had drawn. Sam and Bucky had written a mini argument down your calf. Clint had, of course, drawn a dick (and a poorly drawn one at that). Tony had written the number for an escort service on the top of your thigh “so you can always see it.” Even Hulk had managed to scribble out his name.

“When did this happen?” Carol asked as she looked back up to your face.

“Couple days ago, I guess,” you shrugged without looking down from the hole you were staring into the ceiling.

“Where was I?” Carol chuckled nervously to herself. But she knew the answer.

“Away,” you confirmed with a small voice. And it broke her heart.

You knew going into this that Carol would have to be gone for unknown amounts of time. She loved being home, but she had a responsibility to keep everyone safe, and that meant a lot of distance at the worst of times. And in her defense, as soon as she had gotten word that you’d gotten hurt she had rushed home.

And then had to leave again for almost two weeks.

“Let me up,” Carol said softly with a pat to your good leg. You finally looked down and raised a brow at her, but raised your legs anyway so she could stand.

She ignored the look she could feel you sending her way and continued walking to the kitchen. It took a little longer than she had thought, but she eventually found the junk drawer and dug around. There were scissors, matches, random batteries… and an orange marker. Why orange? She had no idea, but it would work.

Instead of sitting under your legs again, Carol kneeled in front of the couch. She took the cap off with her mouth and started drawing, up on your thigh. It wasn’t going to be pretty. Okay, it was going to be borderline hideous. But that wasn’t the point.

“What are you doing?”

Carol’s hand stopped when she noticed you had raised yourself up onto your elbows. Your frustration seemed to have melted away - even if temporarily - to be replaced with curiosity. Which was understandable because she may have been ruining your cast, but honestly? She didn’t care.

“Leaving my mark,” Carol answered as she went back to drawing.

“You don’t have to,” you said quickly.

“I know I don’t, I want to.”

“No, really, it’s okay.”

“Baby, just let me finish-”

“-I don’t even know what that is,” you whined as you gestured toward the beautiful new drawing on your thigh.

“What do you mean you don’t know what it is?” Carol asked. She had finally finished and was now focused on you. And the almost terrified look on your face.

“It’s a mess!”

“It’s Goose!”

“If that’s Goose, then I’m a Skrull.”

“Wait, are you?”

“Carol,” you warned.

A silence fell over the both of you as you stared each other down, daring the other to make the first move. Carol stared into your eyes and searched for something, she didn’t know what. The tension was so thick it was almost hard to breathe. But when the corner of your mouth slowly tilted up, she couldn’t stop her own smile and the tension devolved into laughter.

It was so nice to get to see that smile on your face once again. You hadn’t smiled or laughed since the accident, and even though Carol couldn’t blame you, she had missed it. She had missed hearing you laugh at the team or smile to yourself when Goose came over to lay on you.

She had missed you.

“If someone makes fun of me, I’m blaming you,” you managed to choke out around your laughter.

“Now you’ll always think of me,” Carol retorted, completely ignoring your threat.

“For better or worse,” you shot back with a smirk that quickly turned into a wide-mouthed yawn.

Carol’s eyes flitted to the clock on the wall and noted that it was far too late to still be awake. Even though the both of you were homebound for a while, she knew how grumpy you could be if you didn’t get enough sleep. Okay, maybe she got a bit grumpy too, but that wasn’t the point. She was going to pretend it was all for you.

“Let’s get to bed,” Carol said softly, but she still didn’t get up from her spot on the floor.

“I can’t walk.”

“I’ll get your crutches,” Carol shrugged.

“They’re not… here,” you mumbled, and she noticed you desperately trying to avoid her eyes.

“Where are they?”

Yet again you avoided her gaze, and Carol couldn’t help glaring at you. She knew you could still see her, and she hoped you just caved. You needed those crutches for when no one was around, so where could they possibly be? She would understand if Tony had taken them, or if Clint had tried to use them and lost them.

But you looked guilty.

“Y/N?” Carol tried again, and you looked at her out of the corner of your eye. “Where are your crutches?”

“I… can neither confirm nor deny the location of my crutches,” you stated, sounding an awful lot like Tony when he was trying to get away with something. “But they may have been thrown out the window.”

And the truth comes out.

“How did you expect to get around?” Carol asked as she stood up and crossed her arms over her chest.

“I…,” you paused and, with a sigh, dropped your head. “I didn’t think that far.”

“Of course you didn’t,” Carol sighed. She should have been more disappointed but, knowing you as well as she did, it wasn’t really a surprise.

She knew what she had to do.

“Come here,” Carol said far softer than she had intended. Not that she wanted to be harsh, but she was going to have a talk with you later about not throwing things out of windows.

You squinted your eyes at her until she held her arms out, and you quickly relaxed again. She bent down and slid her arms under your back and your knees, being careful not to jostle your cast too much. When she stood up you quickly wrapped your arms around her neck and let her start carrying you.

“This is so romantic,” you whispered as you buried your head in her neck. The feel of your breath on her skin tickled.

“Don’t get used to it,” Carol shot back, but she couldn’t stop herself from smiling when you shook with hushed giggles.

When she reached your shared room, she was about to just toss you onto the bed until she remembered your leg. So instead she walked over and set you on your side of the bed, helping you arrange yourself so you could get settled. Since you were already in pyjamas - and had been since you got out of the medical wing - she only had to get herself changed and turned the lights off before climbing into bed.

“Carol?” You whispered after a few minutes of hearing nothing but the fan.

“What?”

“My cast is itchy.”

“You’ll just have to get over it,” she sighed. She didn’t even open her eyes; it was too dark to see anyway.

“But it itches really bad.”

“Where?” She conceded.

“My knee.”

“Baby, you can’t even reach your knee,” Carol explained even though you knew that already. “You’re just going to have to ride it out.”

You groaned, but otherwise went silent again. And Carol thought that would be the end of it for the night. She would get some sleep, you would get some sleep, and you could both relax tomorrow. You both needed it, and maybe you could both talk a few things out. Something you both needed.

“Carol?” You whispered again, interrupting her train of thought. “Are you awake?”

“Yeah, baby,” Carol mumbled.

“I have to pee.”

Carol sighed. This was going to be a very long night.

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barnesandrogersfanfics · 5 years ago

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Love Lockdown

A/N- Just a little one shot about being stuck in lockdown and having to video chat with Bucky.

Im not sure what this is to be fair, the boredom has set in!💕

Being ordered to stay home amid the virus outbreak meant having to work from home for the foreseeable future. Id only been working with the newly formed Avengers team for a few months, id been hired to run psych evaluations on the team.... make sure they were all stable enough to be working with the public. Of course the one person the higher up's were concerned about was Bucky Barnes.

He had been a tough one to crack, we spent many sessions in silence before he started to finally open up. Because of that reason it had been agreed that we would still hold our sessions via facetime, i didnt want him closing himself off again.

"Hey doc, hows quarantine treating you?" Bucky asked on the first video chat.

"Its not been to bad so far, its given me some time to get some things around the house sorted. But its only been a week" i chuckled "hows it going over there?"

"Its a nightmare, Sam is driving me crazy. I dont know how much more i can deal with" Bucky rolled his looking bored.

"Try not to kill each other okay"

"Im not making any promises".

Two weeks into lockdown and i felt like i was loosing my mind stuck indoors alone. Bucky was checking in every couple of days for his sessions and i started looking forward to that. We spent most of the time chatting like old friends, there wasn't anything else to really talk about right now.

"So Sam's still alive?" I asked smiling while topping up my wine glass.

"For now, i'm actively keeping my distance. I dont even know why i have to do this damn lockdown i cant get sick anyway"

"Joys of being a super soldier huh?"

"Yeah, gotta have some perks"

"Your lucky you have the company, im going crazy stuck here on my own. Im gonna need a psych evaluation myself by the time this is over"

"You getting lonely doc?" Bucky smirked through the camera.

"Yes! But i'm getting through it with wine" i smiled raising my glass to him before taking a mouthful.

"You'll be an alcoholic by the time this is over"

"Im being sensible Buck i promise"

"You can call me anytime you get bored or lonely, its not like i have Avenging stuff to do right now"

"I might take you up on that" i smiled resting my chin in my hand "so your definitely doing okay?

"Im fine doc, i actually feel pretty good. I haven't been having nightmare and I've been training, for the first time in ages i feel like me"

"Thats great Bucky, really. Im so pleased your doing good, soon you wont need these meetings"

"But what if i want them...... talking to you helps"

"Well i'll always be there for you"

""Thanks doc....."

"Yo Buck! We're late for the conference call with Ross..... get your ass moving!" I heard Sam Wilson calling in the background, Bucky closed his eyes shaking his head.

"Well id better go"

"Yeah sure, im gonna go shower and watch a movie or something.... thats what my life has become"

"Okay well have fun, i'll speak to you soon"

"Bye Buck" i clicked end call and pushed my chair back from the desk.

I grabbed my wine and phone and opened up Spotify, i selected my 'getupandgo' playlist, a mix of songs that just made you wanna dance! I went upstairs and quickly showered, singing loudly and probably very offkey!

It wasnt long before i was dried off and dressed in panties and a tank top, my hair still wrapped in the towel. I noticed my wine glass was empty so headed downstairs for a refil. As i went down Camila Cabello's 'Liar' started to play and i was instantly dancing around and singing.

Bucky's POV

I walked back into my room after another pointless conference call with Ross and instantly heard some music playing.

"I don't care, if you're here

Or if you're not alone

I don't care, it's been too long

It's kinda like we didn't happen

The way that your lips move

The way you whisper slow

I don't care, it's good as gone (uh)

I said I won't lose control, I don't want it (ooh)

I said I won't get too close, but I can't stop it"

I didnt leave music on.... where the hell was it coming from....

"Oh no, there you go, making me a liar

Got me begging you for more

Oh no, there I go, startin' up a fire

Oh no, no (oh no)

Oh no, there you go, you're making me a liar

I kinda like it though

Oh no, there I go, startin' up a fire

Oh no, no (ooh)"

Shit! I gasped when i followed the music to my desk and there on the screen i could see the Doc dancing and singing in her living room! She was in a pair of panties and a tank top, her hair wrapped in a towel still while she swayed her hips and drank from her wine glass..... i shouldn't be watching this! But damn she looked cute! I couldnt help but smile.

"You're watching, I feel it

I know I shouldn't stare

I picture your hands on me

But what if, you kiss me?

And what if, I like it?

And no one sees it

I said I won't lose control, I don't want it

I said I won't get too close, but I can't stop it"

Seeing this side to the Doc made me like her more than i already did! But i shouldn't be watching this, it felt to wrong. I should call her.....

Readers POV

"Oh no, there you go, you're making me a liar, Got me begging you for more

Oh no, there I go, startin' up a fire

Oh no, no

Oh no, there you go, you're making me a liar, I kinda like it though

Oh no, there I go, startin' up a fire....Oh no, no" i was singing loudly while dancing around my living room.

My phone started ringing causing the song to stop. When i looked at the caller ID and saw it was Bucky i instantly smiled.

"Hey Bucky, you okay?" I asked smiling like an idiot.

"Hey Doc" he said sounding a little amused, i was confused by the sudden echo in the room.

"Why can i hear you twice...."

"Look up"

What?? What was he on about.... oh!

My eyes fell to the screen where i could see a grinning Bucky.

"Oh no.... how much of that did you see?"

"Enough.... you look like your having fun" he chuckled.

"Shit! I dont even have pants on! This is so unprofessional of me im sorry...."

"Calm down doll, im not complaining. I was actually enjoying the show"

"Haha Buck, very funny" i shook my head at him.

"Im serious, im just thinking about how much i wanna come join your party now"

"Yeah? Well your more than welcome" i laughed knowing he wouldn't come round.

"Dont tempt me....."

"As if you'd come here" i rolled my eyes "well im gonna go get some more wine and maybe put on some pants! I'll make sure to hang up this time" i laughed and said goodbye once again making sure it disconnected. If i hadn't been drinking i'm sure id be more embarrassed about this whole thing but I just shrugged it off and headed to the kitchen for a refill.

20 minutes later and i was in the middle of making some chilli nachos when there was a knock at my door. For a second i panicked thinking it was Bucky but then remembered he didn't know where i lived. It was probably Mrs Harper from down the hall asking to borrow a cup of flour for some extravagant cake she was making!

But as i swung the door open there stood Bucky Barnes still wearing the hoodie and cap from the video call we had.... oh my god he looked good dressed so casual, he looked so relaxed it made me smile.

"Bucky.... what are you doing here?"

"You invited me" he shrugged smirking at me.

"How'd you even know where i live huh?"

"I may have hacked into your employee file"

"Stalker much" i teased making him laugh "come on in" I opened the door wider to let him in and took the chance to take a calming breath.

"Never did put on those pants i see" he smirked looking me up and down, it was then i realised i was still in my panties!!

"God damn it!" I said loudly feeling my heart start to race "let me just..." i pointed down the hall towards my room.

"Dont put them on on my account Doc, i dont mind at all" Bucky said walking over and standing closer to me "Look im just gonna say it how it is and hope it doesn't ruin our relationship..... i like you Doc, alot. Like im crazy about you, cant stop thinking about you....."

"What?.... Bucky thats not funny...."

"Dead serious. I mean its hard to think very clearly with you standing there looking like that but..... what are the chances you feel the same?"

"I think the chances are in your favour...." i smiled feeling my cheeks burn. Bucky suddenly closed the distance and kissed me, pulling my body tight against his..... his flesh hand slipping down to my ass.

"Mmmm i'm glad you forgot those pants" he smiled before picking me up and leading the way to the bedroom.

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#reader insert #bucky barnes #bucky fanfic #sebastian stan #bucky x you #bucky x reader #lockdown #quarantine #lovelockdown

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thewritingstar · 5 years ago

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Ooohh! For the prompts, can you please do 85 or 88 with Buttercup and Butch??

85) “Could you come get me?”

Pairing: Butch x Buttercup (Greens/ Butchercup)

Fandom: PPG

I really need to right more Greens. (the next few asks are greens so yall are getting the goods) I really hope you enjoy this because I had fun writing it and its short and cute and angsty and soft and i was butch and bc to love each other forever

requests/asks always open :) ---

The door to his apartment slammed shut. His temper was spiked high and Boomer looked up from his guitar with concern while Brick simply cocked an eyebrow and went back to his video game.

Butch was angry. No furious, no full of rage, whatever synonym that was formed was processing through his body as he shook with a violent tone. The poor orange juice bottle didn’t stand a chance and soon his wrist was in a tight hold by his notorious leader.

“Chill.” Was all Brick said with a cold and deadly tone. He took the bottle from his brother who looked like he was about to burst with even a poke and poured him a glass and sent him to his room. He was not a fucking child! but he had orange juice now, so it was whatever.

He slammed his door shut, Boomer yelled but he couldn’t care. Taking the juice down in one gulp, he carefully placed the glass on his desk because the last thing he needed was to break something and have Brick in his face. He had just healed from last month's brutal brawl and he didn’t need more scars from Brick's fist, not now at least.

He paced around his room. His thought went berserk in his head and he wanted them to stop.

God he was an idiot. How could he do that? How could he ruin the only good thing he had.

He slunk down against his wall until he hit the floor and just sat there with a shaking head and a bitter laugh.

“You fucking did it now Butch.” He said bitterly.

He fucked up big time. This wasn’t some simple and stupid fight that he could come back from, no, he really ruined their friendship. For what? for something else? Pathetic. He should just go back to stealing but that would mean more of them. He wanted the floor to open up and swallow him whole, destroy him too if it meant it would get rid of the heavy feeling.

He almost didn’t notice his door opening to his younger brother. He couldn’t care either. Instead his eyes stayed in one place on the carpet until his brother sat down and took away his view.

“Hey bro.” Boomer said softly. Butch’s leg only bounced as Boomer handed him some water. “Wanna tell me what happened?”

“Nothing.” he tried to say with fire but it died in his throat. He hated that his brother could see him at his weakest points but that's what he always liked about them. Boomer may have been deemed “dumber than the dumbest '' and everything in between but he had a merit of compassion that neither of the boys possessed, at least not as much.

Boomer laughed a little before rolling his eyes. “Yeah well I’ve never seen you this upset.”

“Im always angry.”

“Mmm no not really. You may be ready to punch and fight at any given moment but that look in your eyes and your body movement, you’re upset. Plus Brick is always angry, you have calmed down over the years.”

He stayed silent. Sure maybe he didn’t have the same anger as the red ruff but he wasn’t cheerful like Boomer, maybe he was more content. Fuck, he was turning soft.

“So tell me what's up.”

Butch frown deepened as he drank the rest of his water. “I kissed her.”

“Who?” Boomer asked.

“Who do you think?” He spat and the look of confusion didn’t leave his face.

“Kelly?”

“No.”

“Ashley?”

“God no.”

“Molly-”

“BUTTERCUP. I KISSED BUTTERCUP!” He shouted and instantly stopped when Boomers eyes widened. He can’t remember the last time he cried. When he felt the hot tears on his face but the sensation building up in his chest as the tears came was too much.

“You kissed-but she has a boyfriend?”

“You don’t think I know that?” He yelled again and this time his head began to pound.

“Why?” The blond asked and he looked up through blurred eyes.

Why?

-- Earlier that day--

“Wanna hit the skate park?” He asked as he grabbed his backpack from the sidelines of the basketball court. Buttercup shook her head as she looked to the sky.

“Not today, it's gonna rain and uh, i have plans.” She said the last part quietly.

He only rolled his eyes and scoffed. “Let me guess, with Alex?”

She punched his arm lightly as she picked up her own stuff. They felt the beginning of the rain drops fall on to their heads but didn’t make a rush to move. “Yeah and?” She knew he wasn’t a fan of Alex.

She doesn’t know why. Alex was nice. He didn’t play sports, or like horror movies, or really anything Buttercup liked but he was...nice. They had only been together for two months and Butch hated every moment of it.

“And? You’re blowing me off for a dude who can’t even kick a ball straight.”

She huffed, not this again. “Butch you don’t have to like him.”

“I don’t” She didn’t know why it stung. Her sisters liked him, he was more of Bubbles' friend anyways. Bubbles got them together and it was fine. But Blossom was skeptical, almost like she didn’t approve for some reason.

“We are gonna hang out on Friday for movie night so what's the big deal?” She asked. The rain was now coming down harder but his feet stayed glued to his spot. She could see a tense look in his eye as if he were debating what to say next.

“Forget it. Have fun.” He tried to turn away but she caught his wrist.

“He’s nice.” She tried to convince him and maybe herself too.

He let out a bitter laugh before stepping closer to her.

“You’re too good for him.” He whispered in her ear. It was the truth and they both knew it. “You know he’s only with you for the title, don’t do that to yourself.” The rain was now pouring on them. Soaking into their clothes and if they were fully normal, they would be shivering but instead their skin burned like fire.

“Butch, please don’t.” She gulped. “Please I need my friend.” It wasn’t convincing.

“You and I both know that’s not true.”

“It doesn’t matter.” She tried to reason but she was losing and he was inching closer. She should have hit him. Told him to stop and that she just wanted her best friend by her side. But that was all a lie. One that she had been saying to herself for months.

“You know that I can treat you so much better. He doesn’t understand you, he never will. Face it BC, you and I aren’t just counterparts. We are one in the same and I get you. Please.” His voice above a whisper as his lips connected with hers.

He felt her tense up. He shouldn’t be doing this. She had a boyfriend. A lousy and lame boyfriend who couldn’t ever treat her how she deserves. She was a walking goddess among these mortals and he knew that. She was dark and devious but in a pleasing way and he wanted nothing more than to call her his.

She fell into his kiss. Pulling at his collar as she screamed at herself for doing this. But it felt so right and so good. they fit like puzzle pieces, as cliche as it sounded, it was true. She had never felt the spark or fireworks people say when you kiss someone. But right now it was an explosion of lust and comfort, and she knew only he could ever make her feel that way.

They pulled a part as their breaths felt heavy and their foreheads touched. He expected a punch to the gut or even a slap to face. He deserved it after all. But she didn’t and she hated that she didn’t.

“I have to go.” She said as she looked away.

“Hey.” he tugged at her fingers lightly. “I don’t care. But I’m going to be there for you.” He turned his own head the other direction as she flew away. His chest felt heavy and his teeth sunk into his bottom lip as blood touched his tongue.

He felt it in his system. The guilt and the dread. Mojo taught them not to feel any of that, they were villains after all. He saw the fade of the neon green streak and without thinking, he turned on his heel and walked away. A near by tree blasted to pieces as smoke burned from his hand and he never wanted to see this stupid place again.

And now he was here. Soaking wet while tears spilled from his eyes and his little brother looked at him with pity. He hated that dude. Hated how he would look at other girls in the hallways while he had the best one on his arm. Hated how he hadn’t bothered to show up to any of her games and cheer her on. Hated that he told Butch that he won.

He gripped his fists and finally stood up, Boomer helping him from toppling over and he doesn’t remember his shirt being off but now he was pushed towards the shower and his brother telling him not to get sick. He let the water run over him as he tried to get rid of all those thoughts.

He could be mad all he wanted but he shouldn’t have kissed her. No matter how stupid Alex was, he didn’t want BC to be seen as a cheater, it was his fault. Before long he was now out of the shower, warm and clean but he starred in the mirror and hated how his eyes were puffy.

He didn't bother combing his hair or doing anything and just wanted to go to sleep, even though it was only 8 pm. By the time he flopped onto his bed and grabbed his phone, he saw three missed calls. All from Buttercup.

“Fuck.” It was probably her screaming how he ruined their relationship and that she never wanted to see him again. He would understand. He didn’t want to press the button to call her back, he wanted to savor what was left of their friendship but on the first ring she picked up.

“Buttercup before you yell I just need you to know-”

“Could you come get me?” Her voice was like a meek squeak through the phone and he wasn't sure if he heard her right.

“What?” He heard her sniffle as if she was crying.

“Butch please. You-you were right.”

He hung up.

She heard the phone line go dead and sat on the sidewalk with tears in her eyes. She was stupid. So incredibly stupid for thinking that Alex was nice. She knew it all along and for what? What was she trying to prove?

Her head was in between her knees as she sob. She just wanted her best friend but that was gone now.

“BC?” she lifted her head and saw him through blurry tears. She wiped her face with her sleeve but it didn’t matter since the rain was pouring down. “What the hell did he do to you?” His tone is now sour.

She held her hands up. “Guess he forgot I was coming over and when I got there, that bitch from English, she was. And they were-” She choked out a sob before she felt him pull her to his chest. She wrapped her arms around them and tugged at his shirt, hoping that he wouldn't go away. “You were right and im just some stupid fucking girl who-”

“You’re not stupid.” He stopped her and pulled away so that he could look at her. “He is a piece of shit for not treating you right. And an even bigger shit for sleeping around, fucker.”

“Two months.” She whispered. “He was with her for the entire time.”

He thought the anger he felt before was his limit but now he was seething. He had lied and cheated on her for the entirety of their relationship and now he didn’t even feel bad for kissing her. Instead of bolting up and going to find him, he just hugged her.

“I'm sorry.”

“Buttercup you don’t have to apologize.”

“I only dated him because of you.” her voice was quiet.

He furrowed his eyebrows and she let out a deep breath.

“I was afraid to be with you because I didn’t want anything to change. I wouldn’t forgive myself, so I thought if i had a distraction, i could keep those feelings down.” She bit back a small laugh. “And we see how that turned out.”

She looked at him and he was silent. She laughed a little and he tilted his head. “We are so stupid.” She smiled before rolling her eyes and pulling him into a kiss. He had been on his knees as she was sitting down and now due to the force of the pull. He was leaning over her with a hand behind them keeping him from toppling over her.

He embraced the kiss and she cupped one of his cheeks with her hand. It was an awkward position but he couldn’t care as he was too focused on kissing the most amazing girl he had ever met. They pulled apart and before he fell over, he moved so he was sitting next to her and she rested her head on his shoulder.

“I don’t think anything would change.” He stated and she hummed.

“Really.”

“Nah, we are both too stubborn for that shit. I wouldn’t give us up in any way.” She cracked a smile and the rain had lightened up. “So... what do you say. Babe?” He laughed as he held out his hand and she looked at it before placing her hand in his and pressing her lips quickly to his cheek.

“Game on.”

And this time when he kissed her lips, it was slow and just right.

hope you enjoyed!!!

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evelynsfics · 4 years ago

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The calm before the storm.

A nornal day in Liyue, right? Wrong. Childe's the reason we can't have nice things >:(

Ayame walked through Liyue, humming a lighthearted tune that drifted off in the morning wind.

It was a rather slow day, and she wished she could have spent the entirety of it in her bed, asleep. After the last emergency commission she took the previous day, she felt rather tired, but mora is mora, and she could never pass up so much of it.

Sure, fighting a few rogue ruin hunters was tiring, but she'd been through far worse. A little sleep deprivation wasn't going to do anything horrible to her anyway.

In her hands, she was holding a letter, or rather, a commission she got from the adventurer's guild. It wasn't anything too exciting, but it paid, and Mora was tight for Ayame.

She missed the days when she could go out and get something fancy to eat. Usually, it was right after a dangerous mission that could have very well cost her her life, but commissions like those paid a hefty amount of coin, so she never minded the danger all that much. It was fun, it paid well, and usually it kept her from getting bored half to death.

After all, you can't get bored when you always have to be on guard and extremely careful with every movement you make in case someone is following you, or you know, there are ruin hunters nearby that seem to be itching for a fight.

I mean, they can't really ich since, nevermind, im sure you get what i mean.

But since she didn't have that kind of money to toss around at the moment, she just had to get by by either collecting ingredients she found out in the wild while on a journey, or buy them from that shop next to the teleporter.

Second life, was it?

She was never good with remembering names, of any kind.

Ayame was never the best cook. She could make a few of the easier dishes sure, but that didn't mean they would taste amazing. Somehow, someway, she manages to burn even water, and that's worrying to say the least.

Careful not to trip on the strairs, she began walking with the slightly torn paper in her hand. By that point, she knew Liyue well enough where she didn't really need a map to get around, but considering her awful tendency of getting lost literally everywhere she went because she couldn't follow directions for the life of her, she made sure to keep a small, worn out map in her pocket, just to be sure.

She was tracing the paths on her map, trying to figure out which one would take her to her destination the fastest. This mission would last about two, or maybe three days, so, she had to make sure she had an escape plan ready.

If she was out up in some mountain or stranded in some tiny island out in god knows where, no one would come help her, and even if they did, it would probably be too late by the time they actually get there. So, Ayame, being the paranoid person she is, made sure to always have an escape route at the ready in case something went wrong and she had to make a run for it.

Those times where few, she knew she could count them on one hand, but she never spoke of them. Even when she got so drunk she talked about everything she could think of, like stories she heard while traveling around, myths and legends of far away lands, a few cooking recipes that didn't really make sense, and hell, even how annoying a guy named Dell was.

Apparently, she met him in a tavern somewhere, and he wouldn't stop bothering her, so Ayame, like the sane, logical person she is, cursed him so every time he annoyed her, or you know, talk to her, he'd fall asleep for a few moments, just enough for Ayame to leave.

That happened for about two out of the seven days she stayed there, and after she left... she uh, never whent back to that tavern, or that town in general.

The sun was high up in the sky, it's rays warm and gentle, a beautiful, soft gold color, one Ayame really loved. Few clouds drifted peacefully, but those too soon left. Lost in her thoughts, Ayame didn't hear the footsteps coming closer and closer to her until a hand on her shoulder caused her to slighty turn her head to the side in order to see who it was.

"Hm?"

It took her a second, but she recognized the person pretty quickly for being fast asleep just a few minutes ago.

"Oh hey Childe, what's up?"

She yawned, clearly missing her bed and her soft pillow and comfy blanket and-

Ahem.

"Tired?"

He asked, and Ayame could clearly hear the teasing tone he hopelessly tried to hide.

"It's 8 in the morning on a sunday, what did you expect me to be?"

She looked sleepy, her hair was a bit messier than usual and the bags under her eyes a tad darker, tiny details childe quickly picked up on.

"Oh? Then why are you up, then?"

He smiled at her, clearly looking for an opportunity to ruin her day.

"You've been breathing down my neck for the past 5 minutes. I'm sure you've already figured out why."

She flashed a tired smirk at him, earning a small chuckle from the tall man in return.

They walked in silence for a few minutes, Ayame's eyes moving from whatever caught her attention one second, to the next the other. Still, with her gaze focused on a pretty blue butterfly, and away from him, she spoke again.

"Hey don't you have like, literally anything else to do? Or are you going to follow me around all day?"

"Oh come on! I just want to help you out!"

Childe defended himself, or well, tried to. Either way the mood was pretty light, friendly jabs and jokes here and there, never getting too bitter or hurtful, but still extremely annoying.

"Oh? Is that so?"

The pale girl asked, her hair swaying in the light breeze.

"Hm? You don't believe me?"

"No, not really."

"And why's that?"

"You see, i want to reduce the possibility of me ending up with an arrow through my chest as much as possible, and having you follow me around kind of..."

She paused for a second, looking him dead in the eye with a smile.

"Doesn't help out my plan."

She saw a small flash of shock and maybe...something else appear in Childe's eyes, but as soon as it came it was long gone, not even leaving a single trace behind of its short lived existence.

And that's when she knew her words got to him. Yeah, he tried to hide it, but he wasn't fast enough, and now, Ayame thanked the heavens for making her get up, because today sure was gonna be fun.

He smiled after a long second, turning to fully face Ayame. She looked up at him, ocean blue eyes met bored brown ones and in that second, it almost felt as if Ayame was challenging him.

"Give me one good reason as to why i should let you come with me, and i will."

She smirked again, but this time it was clear on her face that she was enjoying this.

#genshin impact #childe #genshin #genshin impact oc #genshin impact childe #gi childe

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dazaily · 4 years ago

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karasuno first years using pick-up lines on their s/o

soo.. i’ve been wanting to write a karasuno head canon for ages, and i gonna write a hc which turned into a short fic that i’ll probably never finish... so this is the replacement. enjoy!!

description: so the the karasuno boiz were playing truth and dare in their changing room. and tanaka and nishinoya had dared your bf to use a pick-up line on you.

warnings: implied nsfw. gender neutral reader. fluffy but sprinkled with swears. i was stressed writing this. long af. not proofread.

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hinata shoyo

i’m sorry but, did u rlly expect our lil cinnamoroll to know what’s a pick up line?

he babie 🥺❤️

n e ways, it was finally his turn on their little game of truth and dare and nishinoya had dared him to use a pick up line on you.

“a pickup line??? what’s that? will it improve my volleyball skills??”

like i said a bABIE!!

nishinoya and tanaka needs to stop tainting my bbys mind.

“udk whats a pickup line??? how did u even end up with y/n.”

nishinoya is in shock.

and then the plan commenced.

their lil game of truth and dare ended up as a lil plan on getting u hinata to use a pick up line on you.

that night, u were walking home w hinata after club activities ended.

with noya, tanaka and kageyama trailing you, but we pretend they don’t exist.

“soo,, y/n”

“sup? y u acting all weird for? ur usually rambling abt volleyball by now.. u okay?”

“hoW DO THEY KNOW?? WHAT AM I GONNA DO NOW?? THEY TOLD ME TO SOUND NATURAL BUT THEY ALR KNOWS!! uGh my senpais are watching me, i gotta do them proUD!”

hinatas mind ran at 1,000km/h, it was insane. especially for someone who doesn’t usually use their brain.

“um, uM, Y/N! CAN U HELP ME HOLD SOMETHING?!?”

confusion.

that was the only thing u felt at the moment.

i mean u were alr infront of ur house, what’s the point of holding smt when u were leaving??

“whut”

conveniently, during ur moment of confusion, the only word u could form was “what”.

“m-m-mm-mY HAND!!”

hinata screeched at ur face

...

silence. whilst noya and tanaka facepalms in the bg

it took a moment, but ur brain finally computes what ur bf just said

“pFFFFFTT,”

ur first instinct was to release the phatest snort/wheeze. shane dawson is jealous.

“y/nnnnnn~~ stop laughinggggggg”

hinata was now suffering from crippling embarrassment, as u wouldn't stop laughing no matter how much he pleaded.

omg imagine him all blushy and shiz akdkkoaw-- ok lets not get off topic

“ok,, okay, first of all, u could've just held my hand without asking? we’re dating? you don't need my permission to do smth we do everyday?? and, more importantly, who taught u that line u just used???”

u said half wheezing, half talking, struggling to convey wtv ur trying to say to ur bf.

lucky for u, he was strangely able to understand what u were saying, and he replies with a lengthy explanation of the entire situation.

“ooo, so that's why noya, tanaka and kageyama have been following us,,”

“hOWD U KNOW??? NOYA-SAN OUR HIDING SPOT HAVE BEEN EXPOSED!!!”

as u left to go in ur house, he stops u by holding ur hand and gives u a peck on ur forehead.

as he separates from u, he had the biggest smile plastered on his face, brightening the entire neighbourhood.

“goodnight y/n! i love you!”

kageyama tobio

erm, lbr this man would have 0 ideas in the field of flirting.

knowing this, our lovely 2nd year duo, decide its time for them to step in and help their junior in his dating life

despite it flowing extremely smoothly w/out their intervention

n e ways, so they forced the 1st years to play truth and dare w them.

when it finally came to tobio’s turn, the unfortunate child unknowingly picks dare which causes nishinoya to spring up.

“i have the perfect dare for you.”

commencing plan...

so nishinoya dares kageyama to say a pickup line to you, but since kageyamas a big baby in disguise, he dk any pickup lines.

bet he didn't even know any pickup lines, but that's not the point.

so, being the mastermind he is, nishinoya told kageyama a perverted pickup line.

being the clueless innocent baby he is, kageyama decides to recite the pickup line he received from noya to u outside ur class.

“hey y/n,”

“hmm?”

“do you like dragons?”

“eh? why the sudden question? i guess so?”

“cuz i can see me dragon my balls on ur face.”

processing...

what the fuck.

it was like god hit the pause button on earth, like literally everyone just paused for a literal second, turning their head towards kageyama, trying to figure out who tf was the brave soul who said that.

while still in shock, kageyama just stood there confused, as he was suddenly placed in the centre of attention for no reason. o there's a reason honey, a very good one.

“why's everyone looking at me,”

with that one sentence, the world went back to normal as if someone had hit the play button all of the sudden, leaving u to deal with the weirdly awkward situation u found urself in.

“ummm... tobio.. do u have any idea what u just said.”

“uhh yeah, a pickup line.”

at that moment, when he said that, it hit u.

“what did they do.”

“huh, what are u talking about??”

*insert confused kags*

“nishinoya and tanaka told u to do something right?”

“r u a psychic???”

despite being amazed at ur ‘psychic powers’, he immediately explains the situation, causing u to face palm so much ur face may be concave.

there are times where u appreciate ur dumbass bf being a ignorant qt, but times like this makes u wish he was a tad bit smarter..

debating ur options, u decided to explain the meaning of the pickup line he just used on u in public.

once hearing and understanding the meaning of the pickup line he used on u, his face lit up like a matchstick, shining bright red, stuttering madly, struggling to get even a word out.

“oh, um, well, im sorry for saying smtg so indecent to u in public, um ill make it up to u somehow,”

understanding him was a struggle due to the severe stuttering he was suffering from, but u managed somehow.

“nahhh, its cool, i should go lecture nishinoya for corrupting my precious baby though~~”

“b-b-b-bABY!?!?”

“hehe, yes ur my baby <3″

tsukishima kei

ugh this salty ass mfcker

honestly can't imagine him being forced into using a pickup line on his s/o

cuz, despite hw much we try to deny it, he is one smart mfcker,,,

but i think he would be curious how his s/o will react, so he would do it on his own will anyways.

umm, so this is how the situation went down.

it was another boring day, and the 2nd year duo was having none of that and decided too ensue a game of truth and dare with the 1st years.

this was how the c h a o s started.

he was trying to leave the game discreetly before he had to sell his soul to the devil.

unfortunately for him, lady luck was not on his side, as he was chosen to do the next dare.

“but wait a fucking minute, when the fuck did this become a game of dare or dare, when tf did freedom of choice decide to fuck off like that?”

plot convenience

so he was forced into a dare.

the moment of dread came when tanaka stood up shouting he had a brilliant idea. and it all went downhill from there.

so tanaka dared tsukki to use a pickup line on his s/o. and his first reaction was no.

“o come on, u never do anything romantic, i bet u haven't even held hands, sometimes i wonder how y/n’s still with u.”

“says the person who has never dated.”

tanaka shut ups.

so somehow, he managed to get himself out of the situation.

later that night, he couldn't stop thinking about pickup lines. he almost spent the whole night thinking about ur reaction. cuz volleyball is just a club, am i right..

he decided to use a pickup line on u tmrw, just to see ur reaction, not like he wants to use one, lmao that's lame, haha. a fucking tsundere.

the next day, during lunch, he left yams with the 1st year duo to go find u.

when he saw u, he immediately calls u.

“hey, where's yams, u didn't tell me u wanted to eat with me today,”

“nah, i just had something to tell u.”

at this moment, tsukishimas heart was beating faster than ushijimas spikes.

“you know if u think about it we never stop tasting our tongues.”

“hmm, now that u said it ye--”

“how bout i taste urs for a change.”

since it was so unexpected, u had no idea how to react.

as u returned to reality, u notice a slight pink on his cheeks.

u were gonna come back with a snarky comment, since it was rare he was so vulnerable(?)

but ur plans were ruined when he glanced at u making eye contact, to check ur reaction.

ur face bursts into the brightest red, hes ever seen.

seeing ur extremely delayed reaction, he lets out a laugh, but immediately recollects himself.

“it was a dare from tanaka.”

you were still bright red, but u felt the blush on ur face reducing after hearing the reasoning behind the line.

“oh, haha, i was wondering what's up”

u said slightly dejectedly.

he felt like he was just punched in the gut by guilt.

“i was also curious about ur reaction, and i am satisfied to say the least.”

he leans down to ur height to whisper in ur ear, before initiating the kiss.

ur blush returns almost immediately as u returned the kiss.

since yall were in school, he separed from the kiss after a few seconds. this is a place for knowledge, y'all nasties.

“welp, bye loser,”

after the kiss, he immediately return to yamaguchi, leaving u alone with ur thoughts. trying to escape from embarrassment.

he may be equal to the condiment on ur kitchen cupboard, but he still tries to make u happy, so appreaciate him and his efforts <3

yamaguchi tadashi

a babie uwuwuwu

pickup line what's that? hehe omf he's so cute

so how this about to go down.

so truth and dare bla bla bla... ive written this exact thing 3 times please excuse my behaviour.

since he was bored, yamaguchi forced tsukki to join in on the fun together, a decision he would regret.

soon it became yamaguchi’s turn, and everyone turned quiet due to the lack of dares they had or yamaguchi.

that was until the one and only nishinoya stood up.

“hEY, u have a s/o right, how about u use a cheesy pickup line on her!!” *eyebrow raise*

while processing what nishinoya just said, yamaguchi’s face morphed into one of dread and fear, as he turns his head to tsukishima for help.

“u dragged us into this mess, i aint helping u.”

and there goes his only help, well it was his fault in the first place dragging him and his best friend into this mess. tsukishima u tsundere.

yamaguchi was on the verge of tears, thinking of excuses and ways he could get out of the god forbidden situation he brought upon himself.

but the only thing he could think of was the worst case scenario, which was u breaking up with him.

looking at his senpais, he slowly faces the fact that there's no escape and accepts his fate.

if this is the cause of the end of ur relationship together, it just means the gods don't want y'all together.

“idk any pickup lines....”

this was his last attempt of escaping as he bids ur relationship farewell, already aware it was not gonna work.

“thiS IS WHERE I COME IN, don't worry yamaguchi i am the encyclopaedia of pickup lines.”

ofc his senpais would know the cheesiest lines on the surface of this earth. despite insisting the earth is flat.

and so the dreadful event began.

after school ended, otw to his club, he met up with u. with his senpais trailing behind stalking y'all, to see ur reaction.

“ugh out of all the pickup lines, they had to make me use the most overused one... im gonna cry,,, y/n i hope u don't leave me after this.”

well here goes nothing...

“hey y/n,,” extreme stutters that im too lazy to type out.

“hmm?”

“k-k-kiss me if im wrong,,, b-but dinosaurs still exist right?”

before he could even cringe at himself, u gave him a peck on his lips while smirking afterwards.

yamaguchi proceeds to poof into redness after processing what had just happen, as u laugh maniacally in the background.

“u could've just asked for one, and tsukishima already told me everything so u don't need to explain,"

yamaguchi did not have the brain power to comprehend the situation at hand, as he was still affected from the kiss from earlier.

“i can't believe u think i would breakup with u because of something so trivial.. im kinda upset..”

finally coming back to reality, yamaguchi finally realises the situation he's in.

“o-oh, i didn't mean to make it seem like i didn't believe in our relationship, its just that w--”

he gets cut off by u kissing him again.

when u separate, u began to laugh again.

“hAHAHHA, ikik, i was just joking around, don't worry ill love u no matter what, now off u go to ur club ill see u tmrw.”

not knowing what to do or how to react, yamaguchi felt the need to do smtg before u left.

“i love u, ill call u later tonight!”

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for-ests · 5 years ago

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Well, even though I’m already getting ready for Xmas, we can’t ignore thanksgiving. How bout a piece on Tom meeting the whole family on this day but it’s a chaotic mess because holidays can just bring out the best or worst in us. Maybe that’s just my family. Anyways, happy writing! 🦃

Thanks for the request babes :-) I hope this is what you had in mind (I vaguely say aunts, siblings, cousins, so the reader is able to imagine however many they have) enjoy!! ❤️

Word count: 2,145

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Even though you had been dating Tom for eight months, the two of you had never spent the holidays together. You had met at the most imperfect time, in late February.

Though you didn’t want to admit it, what unfolded tonight at your family’s Thanksgiving dinner would determine how you would continue on with your relationship. Your family was incredibly Important to you, and their opinion on your boyfriend was just as significant.

Despite the pressure that weighed on you and Tom’s shoulders, you were calm and collected. You were almost positive that they were going to love him as much as you had grown to.

Tom though, understandably, was a nervous wreck.

“Ughhh they’re gonna hate me.” He whispered, crossing his arms in a childish manner, mimicking one in a way that was intended to make you laugh. You chuckled loudly from the driver’s seat, trying to not keep your eyes off the road for more than a second.

“I think the fact that you have a British accent is enough to make my family like you.” You teased, reaching across the armrest and setting a comforting hand on his thigh. He relaxed immediately as you continued.

“We’ve talked about my past relationships before. But I’ve brought worse boys home, you being a decent human being is most definitely enough.”

“I know I know.” He mumbled, setting his hand over yours. “I just want it to be more than that. I’m here to prove myself whether you feel like that’s what’s gonna happen.”

“Yeah, totally.” You quipped, a bit flattered that he was so anxious to meet your parents and siblings. A guy had never shown this much interest in you before, yet alone your family.

“I can see you trying not to smile.” He teased.

Breaking into a smile, you shook your head, purposefully turning farther to the opposite side. Tom always did this, and you smiled every single time.

“Shush up and let me focus on the road”

Whatever your boyfriend said next faded into the background, and he soon turned his attention to his cell phone.

It had been months since you’d been to your hometown, and you were anxious to see it again. You were a well known actor like Tom, and that had kept you in many unfamiliar places surrounded by unfamiliar people. Coming back to your roots on such an important family holiday was what you had been waiting for. To see the people you loved again, and to introduce someone special to them.

Though your hometown was smaller, and not entirely significant, you were proud to be from the area. It was lively and decorated, the landscape stretching on for miles with rolling hills and hundreds of trees.

Your house was placed in a tight knit family friendly area. And as you drove closer, the aspects of your beloved neighborhood and town had become distinct, even the familiar layouts of the back roads put a smile on your face.

You breathed a sigh of relief. Nostalgia was a killer, and you were excited to show Tom around the town you held so close to your heart.

“Here we are.” You turned onto the block, and pulled into the driveway.

Tom tucked his phone away and focused his attention on what lay before him. “It’s lovely.” He smiled, pointing to a window on the second floor. “I bet that used to be your room.”

“Correct.” You tried not to giggle like the little girl you used to be. Unbuckling, you leaned over and planted a kiss on his cheek.

As you pulled away, Tom was staring intensely. One look at you, and his nerves seemed to fade. You were so happy to bring him back. He loved to see you fulfilled, and loved that he was part of that reason.

Without another word, the two of you gathered your bags and made your way up to the front porch. The smell of holiday scented candles was the first thing you noticed when you opened the door. You could hear the afternoon football game playing from the living room loudly, and the bustling of your mother in the kitchen.

But before you stepped over the threshold into your warmly lit home, you leaned over and purred into Tom’s ear. “If you behave, you’re in for treat tonight.”

Tom snorted, nudging you away. “Shut up, I haffta focus.”

You kissed him again, but this time it was fully on the lips. You winked before screaming, “IM HOME!”

Then it was madness. Your family flooded to the front door, taking your bags so they could embrace you for the first time in months. It felt so good to be back, it was almost as if you had never moved out. Everything was the same, everything was familiar.

Introductions ensued. Cooing from your mother, going on and on about how handsome he was, though you had already shown her pictures. (She had seen all his movies already, but she would never admit that.)

A brooding stare from your father- which soon turned into a firm handshake. Your father didn’t really care who walked through the door, as long as they would watch sports with him. Tom definitely had some homework.

And your younger siblings of course, they had been waiting to meet Spider-Man since the moment you told them you were dating a superhero. They poked and prodded him, asking if he could play with them later and give they battle strategy tips.

It was all coming together, and thank God you arrived over an hour earlier than you had intended, so you could find some peace before the storm. Tom was unprepared for the mayhem that was about to ensue when suburban women had to prepare a Thanksgiving dinner.

Though you weren’t prepared for it, you were grateful. You were happy, watching him smile, his eyes twinkle, the corners of his eyes crinkling when your mother showed genuine interest in his career and experiences.

You were sentimental, wishing you could have spent a portion of your childhood with Tom, something that could have developed into an epic love story, one that stretched across decades. Your families would have already been close, before the fame. But when you thought harder about it, you were satisfied with what you had. You were incredibly smitten with Tom, and by the effort he was putting forth, he was equally smitten with you.

Tom had never been to the suburbs, so this trip was equivalent to a vacation for him. Which you found strange, given the fact that it was the fucking suburbs– but you didnt want to ruin his fun.

And ruined it was, or so that’s what it seemed like as your mother screamed at the top of her lungs for your younger siblings to leave the kitchen. You were by her side, also in an apron, trying to carve the turkey as best as you could while your mother mashed potatoes like she had never mashed them before.

“When are the aunties coming?” You squirmed and ripped another chunk of meat off the turkey bones, tossing them into a glass bowl.

“On their way.” Your mom said breathlessly, finishing the mashed potatoes and focusing on stirring the gravy. She then ordered you to crack open a few cans of cranberry sauce.

“Will we be done in time?” You glanced to the oven that had biscuits baking in it.

“Yes. Your grandmother is bringing doubled eggs and relish plates. Your aunt is bringing…” she trailed off as her attention was turned to the stuffing that had yet to be loaded into a plate. Unfortunately, your mom had fallen behind schedule this year and had to cook everything in the last couple hours. Part of that reason was because she was distracted with your arrival. It was a mess, but it was all coming together. With your help of course.

“Is there anything I can help with, Mrs. L/N?” Tom peaked his head around the corner at the commotion. You knew he had been distracted with a long friendly lecture from your father.

Your mother didn’t seem to hear him, as her train of thought was interrupted by the oven beeping. The biscuits were done.

She breathed a sigh of relief, and turned the oven off. Everything was finally cooked, and still piping hot for all the family to enjoy. Yet your mother still seemed anxious. But that was just how she was, every single year.

“You’re the guest, Tom.” You smiled. “And everything is done.”

He gave you two thumbs up, flashing a cheshire grin. Surprisingly, he seemed over the moon, probably excited for the food that was lying in front of him. It was aromatic, and your stomach started to grumble.

“Can I at least help set up?” He asked, guilt flashing across his face. Tom was one of those people that hated to sit around and watch everyone else take part in activities, even if it was as simple as setting up the dinner table. ‘Let me do something’ He mouthed, practically pleading with his eyes.

Your father made his way into the room, but before he could say anything, your mother piped up, back still turned away from the three of you.

Your mother chuckled. “Oh sweetie, guests don’t help set the table.” She walked past him, picking up the carved turkey and setting it gracefully in the center of the elongated wooden table.

“Guests?” You father chortled, clapping Tom on the back. “He’s practically family now.”

Your father’s eyes met your for a moment, and you were pleased to find his statement was genuine. Your heart fluttered, forever grateful that your parents seemed to approve of him. That was a first.

“Oops!” Your mother laughed. “You’re right, honey.” She walked past Tom and guestered for him to follow. “Grab whatever you’d like and bring it over then.” Normally, she would have made a joke, but you could tell she was tired, and wanted to eat.

Snorting, you shook your head. You knew she was trying extra hard to impress Tom. Like you, she had been waiting for another man in the family to spoil. Nodding towards the biscuits, Tom gained the hint that you wanted him to snatch something else to help set up.

That was the calm before the storm. The hustling and bustling of dishes signaled to your siblings and cousins that it was time to eat. They practically ran into the kitchen, a whirlwind of thank you’s in their paths. Taking advantage of that opportunity, your mother started handing them dishes to set on the table.

And before you and Tom knew it, there was nothing left to place on the table.

Setting the biscuits sheepishly on the edge of the table, and handing a few to your cousins at the kiddie bench, he rounded back to your side.

“I feel worthless.” He whispered in your ear, knowing it was a light-hearted joke.

“It’s fine babe, next time.” You left a light kiss on his cheek.

The two of you started to make your way to the table, unable to ignore the grumbling in your stomachs. You had purposefully told Tom not to eat a single thing before the gigantic meal. You had also advised that it was more than welcomed to take seconds, thirds, and even fourths.

And then, as if on cue, the front door violently swung open, and in hurried your aunts and grandparents. “Oofta, traffic was a killer.” You heard you grandmother’s voice complain loudly from the front entrance. A chilling breeze followed, refreshing in the warmly lit atmosphere.

You turned and saw your grandfather balancing at least four pumpkin pies in his hands. Tom rushes forward to help, and you followed suit.

“OH MY GOSH IT’S Y/N’S BOYFRIEND!” Your rambunctious aunt seemed to yell at the top of her lungs when she spotted the stranger.

Tom’s eyebrows raised in amusement.

“Be prepared for kisses.” You warned, smiling from ear to ear, knowing he had already been warned of their excessive amounts of affection.

It was going to be an incredibly wild night. One that you and Tom would remember for years to come.

#tom holland x reader #tom holland imagine #tom holland fluff #tom holland #tom holland fanfic

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illfoandillfie · 5 years ago

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Quiet In The Library 3

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Request: Pretty please can you do a quiet in the library part 3 ?? 😁your writing is Top Notch I looovve the way you write roger! Congrats on 1000 followers you deserve them all!!! 💕💕

Please can u write more about quiet in the library ? This is so fucking good I’m super fan 🥺 maybe reader can be a little cocky for once like teasing him at a show or something then Roger get his revenge visiting her again 🥰 if you don’t feel it that alright, I love ur writing anyway !!! (Probably one of the best at writing smut especially)

Pairing: 70s!Roger Taylor x Reader

Warnings: SMUT (18+), dom!Rog, sub!Reader, public sex, library sex, spanking, unprotected sex,

Words: 2777

A/N: Written as part of my 1000 follower celebration, I got 2 requests for this one! I’ve been meaning to do a QITL 3 for a while and actually planned to have dom!reader in it but that was before I felt comfortable writing dom!reader and I kept putting it off so maybe I’ll write a QITL 4 at some point 🤷‍♀️

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When Roger called and invited you to watch him play you were excited for two reasons. Number one, you genuinely enjoyed the music and watching the boys play was always a good time, especially now they’d found a slightly larger audience to play for. And, number two, you felt like you could get a little payback. You’d spent weeks of work unable to think of anything but the ways Roger had used you among the non-fiction shelves. There was a small stain on the carpet in the back row, a lingering souvenir from Roger’s last visit, and every time you saw it you were hit by a flurry of memories and the sudden need to get off. It was only fair for you to give him a taste of his own medicine and after all, this was essentially Roger’s workplace, unconventional is it was. So, with that in mind, you got ready in an outfit that could only be described as the complete opposite of your workwear. There was no room for knee length skirts or smart ponytails. Instead you opted for a short skirt and a plunging neckline. You let your hair down and did your makeup, anything to make Roger hot under the collar.

They were still setting up when you arrived and headed backstage, but you caught Roger’s eye and blew him a kiss. “Well look at you. Very different to last time I saw you,” he said as he came over and hugged you in greeting. “Yes well, that’s what you get for visiting me at work. I told you that was the least sexy outfit I owned.” “And what does that make this outfit?” “Well I thought it was definitely one of my sexier options, wouldn’t you say?” you twirled a strand of hair around your finger as you spoke. “I might go so far as to call it slutty.” “Bit rude –” “I said might!” “But not completely incorrect.” At that moment Brian walked over, “Rog c’mon we’re- oh Y/N! Hi,” “Hey Bri,” you gave him a quick hug too, hoping Roger was looking at your short skirt riding up as you pushed yourself onto tiptoes. “We were just discussing Y/N’s outfit. Seems out sweet little librarian is in the mood to pick up,” “Thanks Bri for telling him about my job, by the way, so glad he knows now.” Brian rubbed his neck sheepishly, “Sorry. I was drunk and it slipped out.” “How’d you even find out? I never told anyone,” “Saw you there a few months ago. Kept meaning to ask you about it but it always slipped my mind.” “Yeah well, this one,” you jerked your thumb at Roger, “has been a right shit about it,” “You love it,” Roger said with a grin, “anyway Bri, what’d you want?” “Oh shit, yeah. We’ve gotta go get ready. Are you gonna be here after the show?” “Course she will be. Unless she finds some poor bloke to take home,” “I’ll be here, front row the whole time. Wouldn’t miss your show for the best lay in the world.” “That’s cause the best lay’s up there playing,” Roger winked at you and then he and Brian disappeared behind a door leaving you to head out to the crowd and take your spot up front.

It was useless to try and get Roger’s attention while he played. Between sitting at the back of the stage, his shithouse eyesight, and his complete focus on playing, there was no chance in hell he’d even be able to see you let. Instead you got yourself a drink and settled in to watch the show, chatting occasionally to a excited girl beside you. She’d snuck out for the night just to see them and maybe try to hit on Roger. You looked her up and down, “Roger is very cute. Shame really,” “What’s a shame? “You haven’t heard? Roger’s already got a girlfriend. Hopelessly devoted to her apparently,” you sighed for dramatic effect, “I heard he’s been looking at rings and everything. Shame the rest of us can’t have a shot with him, but at least the other three are still single.” “Oh,” she looked disappointed but you saw her eyes flick from John to Freddie to Brian and back again as if she were comparing her options, “Thanks for the heads up.” She turned back to the stage, her eyes now glued to the bassist. That was your competition taken care of, although there was bound to be more of them out there.

As soon as the music stopped you made your way backstage again and latched onto Roger’s arm. For the rest of the night you were basically glued to him, making it very obvious you wanted him. You even went so far as to sit on his lap at one point, intentionally wriggling your arse against his crotch in an attempt to make him hard. “Thought you wanted to score tonight?” he asked you while the others were distracted, “why’re you hanging round here?” “Maybe I want something specific, something I don’t think just anyone could give me,” “Alright love, I know what you’re doing,” “Other than trying to get you alone?” “This is a shitty attempt at payback, isn’t it?” “I don’t know what you mean,” you hoped you didn’t sound too obvious. “You made it so obvious,” he laughed. “All I’m trying to do is get laid Rog. I have a late start tomorrow cause I’m on locking up duty and I thought I might have some fun,” “You think you’re being clever but I’m on to you,” “Ugh fine. I should have just let that slut from the crowd have you,” “What slut?” You waved your hand like you were shooing away a fly, “Just this chick I got talking to. She came here wanting to fuck you but I convinced her to go after Deaky instead. Told her you already had a girl.” “Are you kidding?” “Nope,” you laughed, “might have also told her you were looking to propose to your girlfriend.” “Y/N! Christ you’re going to ruin my chances with every girl that comes to our shows. If that rumour spreads I swear to god.” “Oh it’ll be fine. There’ll be plenty who don’t care how married you are.” “Thats not the point! God you’re really in for it now.” You rolled your eyes and stood up, “Well, I guess I’m gonna go home then since you’ve ruined my fun. I’ll see you next time, say bye to the others for me.”

The next day work went without a hitch. There was no sign of Roger at all, although you were so busy all day he completely slipped your mind. It wasn’t until you were getting ready to lock up that you remembered his promise to get back at you. You moved to flip the sign on the door to CLOSED and managed to reach it just as Roger pushed it open. “We’re closed Rog,” “You talking the library or your legs?” he said as he barged inside. You stepped out of his way, shutting the door behind him. As soon as you turned away from the door he had you pushed up against the wall, one hand beside your head so he was leaning into your personal space. “Told you I was going to come back,” “You did,” “Was that what you were trying to get last night? Missed being a dirty slut for me and decided to get all dressed up to remind me you’ve got a cunt with my name on it?” “No, I got all dressed up to try and fuck you in your workplace,” “Didn’t turn out that way though.” he dropped his other hand towards your thigh, “lift it up for me.” Without thinking you grabbed your skirt and pulled it up. Roger laughed, “I swear you get easier every time I come here. Undo those buttons I wanna see your tits.” His fingers landed on your pussy and you hurried to do as he asked, letting your skirt fall over his wrist as you pulled each button loose until your shirt was open to your midriff, the bottom of it still tucked into your skirt. “Good girl,” he said softly, moving both hands to your chest, pushing your shirt aside and teasing your nipples, “but being a slut for me now isn’t going to change last night. You need a lesson in who’s in charge here. Bend over your desk.” You whined as he tugged your nipples before letting you go and pushing you towards your desk.

You placed your palms flat on the desk, bent at the waist, and waited. “No. Down,” he pressed on your back until you buckled, your chest pressed against the smooth surface as your moved your arms to hold onto the opposite edge. There was a rustle of fabric as Roger pushed your skirt up again, exposing your arse to the room. “You’re already wet,” he didn’t sound surprised. He didn’t touch you, either. It was what you wanted most, just a light touch on your hip even, but he refused, instead running his fingers along the edge of the desk. Over the pamphlets about the Dewey Decimal System, tapping lightly against the jar your pens were standing in, until he came to rest on a book left there earlier. You weren’t sure what it was but it seemed to interest Roger. He picked it up, flipped through a few pages, examined the hard cover, tested how well he could hold it in one hand. “Keep count,” was the only warning you got before he brought the book down against your arse. “Shit, one,” “Speak up. You’re closed remember, no one around to hear you except me.” “Two,” “Who’s in charge here?” “You are Sir. Three,” He kept spanking you with the book and you kept counting, the sting only getting worse with each one. You hissed through your teeth at a particularly hard smack, trying to remember which number you were up to when you heard a noise outside. A woman’s heels clicking against the concrete pavement. “I thought you were closed,” Roger said softly, dropping his raised arm, the book falling to cover the bulge in his jeans. “We are. Fuck Rog, hide,” you stood and tugged your shirt back into place, though there was no hope of getting all the buttons done up. Roger straightened the back of your skirt just as the door was pushed open and a woman wearing the same uniform as you stepped inside. “Y/N, you’re still here?” “Just finishing locking up, Kathy, what are you doing back?” “Oh I just finished the groceries and realised I left my book here,” “You mean this one?” you took the book from Roger, stepping in front of him in the hopes Kathy wouldn’t notice his dilemma, “I wondered who it belonged to. Lucky I didn’t chuck it in with the rest of the returns,” “Y/N, who’s this?” “I’m Roger,” he said sticking out his hand from behind you. You could have hit him as you tried to remember which hand he’d used to touch your pussy. “He’s a friend of mine.” “Was in the area and thought I’d off Y/N a lift home since it’s already dark out.” “Well that’s nice of you,” Kathy’s eyes flicked from your unbuttoned and ruffled shirt to Roger, half standing behind you, to you flushed cheeks to the book she was holding, “At work Y/N? Kinky. Just don’t leave any stains or anything.” “I don’t know what you mean Kathy,” “Mmhmm, you can explain it to me tomorrow then, I’ll leave you to it.” She left with a last look at Roger and a chuckle.

As soon as the door was shut behind her you turned around and slapped Roger’s shoulder, “you knob! Louder there's no one to hear but me,” your shitty imitation of his voice made Roger laugh, “almost got caught with my arse out.” “Well at least you still had knickers on.” “Gee thanks. Kathy totally knew what was going on though, and now she’s going to badger me for details and I’m going to have to make her swear not to tell anyone.” “Geeze you’re secretive. So what if she knows?” “So what? I don’t want my co-workers to know about my sex life thanks. Especially not about us having sex here. I hope your happy,” “Not really. In case you didn’t realise I’ve got this boner that needs taking care of.” “Even after nearly getting caught?” “Love, nearly getting caught only made it harder.” “Jesus,” Roger laughed, “oh c’mon, don’t act like you weren’t turned on by it too. Remember when you gave me head and the person was on the other side of the shelves?” “Vividly,” “I bet you do. I bet you think about it while you finger yourself. Maybe think about that person coming round the shelf and watching while I fucked your throat,” he backed you up against the desk as he spoke, the edge of it pressing into your arse as he pressed his hard-on into your thigh. You whimpered, unable to resist his demanding tone. “You want me to fuck you?” “Please,” “Hop up on the desk for me. Gonna fuck you right here where you sit every day. Where your co-workers sit Where your boss sits.” His hands were on your waist as you wriggled back onto the desk, “I know how blushy and wet you get from being in the back rows where I’ve used you before. But those places are too easy to avoid. I want you to think about what I do to you from the moment you get to work to the moment you leave. I want my cock to be on your mind constantly. I want to be able to walk in here and know that you’re already wet for me.” Once more he pushed your skirt up, exposing you completely when he impatiently tugged your underwear off, “I want you to sit down in the morning and remember how good it feels,” he quickly undid his fly and pushed his pants down, “to be full,” he dragged his cock along your folds making your breath hitch, “of me.” You let out a squeaky, “oh!” as he entered you, one hand slipping behind your back to hold you up as his other grabbed your leg. You wrapped your arms around his neck and hooked your ankle around him as best you could when he pulled back and sank into you again. “Fuck,” you whined as he thrust into you again. “Louder.” You shook you head, trying not to moan. “C’mon, I know you want to. It’s your one chance to be loud here, not going to waste it are you?” “Rog,” “Louder. Want you loud enough to draw a fucking crowd.” You gave in, moaning wantonly as he fucked you harder. “That’s it, let everyone hear what a whore you are,” he was panting, “rub your clit.” Your breath hitched as you followed his direction and found your clit, circling it with your thumb. You could feel the pressure building, only strengthened as Roger leaned into your neck and began sucking at your skin. A string of moans and whined expletives tumbled from your lips and you weren’t sure you’d have been able to turn the volume down even if Roger had demanded it. All you could do was cry out as you hit your release. Roger continued to pound into you, half to keep your high going and half to reach his own. Even as your orgasm subsided, leaving you with a few lingering aftershocks and a heightened sensitivity, he kept going, his breath coming in rough pants. It took you whining his name for him to finally cum, biting down on your throat.

“Jesus Rog,” you said softly when he finally let you hop off the desk, “what are you, a fucking vampire?” “God could you imagine how hot I’d be?” “Alright Dracula, calm down. Can you hand me those tissues over there?” “How come?” “So I can clean up the mess we’ve made,” you pointed at the desk where a small puddle of evidence remained. “What do you have to do before you’re finished closing up?” “Umm, make sure the windows are shut and back room is locked. Then I’ve just gotta get the lights and lock the front door. Tissues?” you impatiently stuck out your hand. “You don’t need tissues because you’re going to lick it up like a good little slut. And then, if you’re lucky, I’ll take you back to mine and make you beg for more.”

#my writing #roger taylor x reader #roger taylor smut #roger taylor imagine #this is a bit of a throwback!!#QITL was like the second fic i ever wrote i think #not much has changed tho #i still want 70s rog to top the shit out of me #1000 follower celebration

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AM Conversations : chapter 33

A Niall Horan fanfiction ; rated MA

CHAPTER 1 || CHAPTER 2 || CHAPTER 3 || CHAPTER 4 || CHAPTER 5 || CHAPTER 6 || CHAPTER 7 || CHAPTER 8 || CHAPTER 9 || CHAPTER 10 || CHAPTER 11 || CHAPTER 12 || CHAPTER 13 || CHAPTER 14 || CHAPTER 15 || CHAPTER 16 || CHAPTER 17 || CHAPTER 18 || CHAPTER 19 || CHAPTER 20 || CHAPTER 21 || CHAPTER 22 || CHAPTER 23 || CHAPTER 24 || CHAPTER 25 || CHAPTER 26 || CHAPTER 27 || CHAPTER 28 || CHAPTER 29 || CHAPTER 30 || CHAPTER 31 || CHAPTER 32

NOTES:

-one chapter is her pov, the next is his. -4.2k -im sorry, i never proofread, i hate it. -there WILL be smut. but not only smut. -this is a romance, comedy, smut story. -for the summary, check my MASTERLIST.

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Chapter 33 : Her chapter

OLIVIA

The pub was not too crowded and as soon as I sat at a table, Niall sent me a smile and bent down slightly to kiss me. Every single time, it made my whole body throb. I think the fact that we were together now hadn't sunk in yet and when he kissed me, it still felt unreal, like I was imagining it or simply hoping for it. But it was true, and every time it hit me, I felt a wave of excitement wash over me.

"I'll get us beer, just find a table."

I frowned as he left until I realized he meant a pool table. I got up again, happy that I left my purse in the car, and grabbed two sticks and a rack. Niall came back and handed me my beer before taking one of the sticks. I put my mug on the nearest table and tilted my head as I looked at him apply chalk to the tip. Just looking at him doing that made me realize I was going to lose, there was no doubt about it.

"So, you're gonna show me how to play?" I asked, feeling my lips curl as he looked up at me.

"Yeah." he smirked, grabbing the rack before looking up at me. "Just so I can put my arms around you."

"And feel my ass against your crotch." I added, rolling my eyes with a smile. "I've seen those movies, too."

This time, he laughed and handed me the chalk and I did exactly what he did with it only a few seconds ago. He placed the balls in the rack and took it off, leaning against the table with his stick, ready to start. I stared at him as he licked his lips before looking up at me and raising his eyebrows.

"It doesn't matter." he just started, giving a short and quick hit on the balls. "All that matters is that i'm gonna win."

My eyes followed the balls and I raised my nose up, biting my bottom lip. Of course he was going to win, there was no doubt about it, but I would definitely try my best. It was not until he put himself behind me and moved his arms around me that I finally relaxed and decided that victory wasn't that important, after all.

"Okay, place your hands like that."

I felt my eyes flutter at the feeling of his breath on the skin of my neck while his hands grabbed mine ti place them on the stick and my lips curled before I turned my head slightly to look at him. He noticed my gaze and moved his head slightly my way, sending me back my smile. Our lips were almost touching and I liked it.

"Liv, focus." he insisted, raising his eyebrows but still smiling.

"I am." I argued low. "I'm focusing on the most important thing in this room."

His eyes dropped to my lips and without thinking I licked them quickly. To say I loved Niall was an understatement and to say I lusted him was an euphemism. I needed to get rid of those fears as soon as I could to live this relationship the only way it should be lived : intensely and plenty.

"How about you do like those movies you just talked about?"

This time, it made me chuckle and slowly, I pushed my ass against him. I watched as he closed his eyes and it made me chuckle again. He groaned and I did all I could to stop myself from kissing him.

"I'm buying a pool table tomorrow." he just pointed out, pushing himself against me and making me raise my eyebrows.

"Why?"

"Just so I can fuck you on it."

I let out a laughter and put the sticks away on the table, turning in his arms to face him and wrapping my arms around his neck. His face expression changed and I noticed fondness in the way he was looking at me. I wanted him to kiss me and somehow, I felt like he wanted it too, but he glanced around and finally took a step back, grabbing his stick back.

"Too much pda always turns into way too many online articles." he pointed out with a weird smile. "Trust me."

I couldn't hide the hurt on my face but at the same time, I understood. I knew that by dating Niall, it would never be a 'normal' relationship. Of course, it was a bit harder for me to understand because I was not a celebrity and that's probably why Niall dated girls who knew exactly what it meant, even if sometimes, they didn't feel the same way about how to handle things, like with Maya and that instagram picture. I almost wanted to go back home now so I wouldn't have to check every single action i would do but I decided it was not worth ruining our first official date.

We finished the game and although I lost, I realized how much fun it was to be with him, just like it was when we were just best friends. it made me think that we would never be just best friends anymore, that time was over. We would either always stay together as lovers, or break up and become ex lovers and maybe even stop talking completely. That thought made my heart twist in my chest but I quickly shook my head to get rid of it. Niall and I had been dating for about 24 hours, it was ridiculous to be afraid of something like this for now.

We quickly finished our drinks and walked back in the cold weather of winter. It started snowing though and the cold wasn't as rough as it was a few hours earlier. I felt his fingers grip mine as we walked back to the car and I squeezed them quickly.

"I'm sorry." he let out after a few minutes of silence. "I didn't want to ruin this date."

I felt my heart melt and my traits softened as I turned my head to send him a smile. It was so futile, so unimportant, and I didn't want to put energy into analyzing it.

"You didn't."

He stopped right in front of his car and turned to me, his hands reaching for my face and I tilted my chin up, waiting for his lips to meet mine. His mouth was warm and it was a great contrast with the rest of my body. The kiss was slow but deep and I just decided to enjoy this pda he was not supposed to give me.

"Come on, let's go back home." he whispered, his lips brushing against mine.

"Which one?" I asked with a grin, making him chuckle and smile too.

"I was thinking mine, but I can bring you back to yours if you prefer."

We stared at each other for a few seconds and I finally shook my head, making him peck my lips again. The ride home was silent, but not an awkward silence, and when he parked in his driveway, we both got out and walked to the door. He searched through his pockets and groaned before sighing.

"Just a second, I think I forgot my keys in my car."

I nodded and watched him leave but finally leaned on the door as I grabbed my cellphone to check the notifications I could have received. I didn't really have time to see anything and I jumped in surprise when a snowball hit me on the arm. My jaw dropped and I frowned, half-shocked and half insulted, and my eyes moved up only to see my boyfriend smirking at me and raising his eyebrows.

"Bet you didn't see that coming, did ya?"

Slowly, I put my phone back in my purse and left it next to the door before walking down the few stairs and closer to him, but still remaining at a fair distance.

"You planned this, didn't you?"

He chuckled and smirked even more.

"Oh ya, the minute I proposed that date." he confessed without shame. "I know you, you're proud enough to play the game."

I pressed my lips together and my nose raised up, a bit annoyed that he was right. I bent down to grab snow in my hand, molding it into a ball with both my hands and just shrugged.

"I am." I just admitted. "This game though, you're gonna lose."

I threw my ball as fast as I could but he started running and without thinking, I ran after him as he laughed.

"Wow, Liv!" he let out sarcastically with an other laughter. "You only missed by like, a mile!"

"Shut up, Niall!" I let out a bit too loud, grabbing more snow quickly as I kept running before throwing it at him.

He laughed again and I dodged one of his snowballs with my elbow, feeling my heart jump in my chest knowing how close it was to my face.

"You're gonna pay for that!"

This time, I caught his chest and he looked so surprised that I had time to throw him an other snowball that hit his right leg. I don't know how long it lasted but I ended up tripping on my own feet and grabbing myself on the back of his coat, making us both fall on the ground. I could hear him pant in-between laughs and I did too with a big smile on my lips. I stared up at the sky, watching the snowflakes fall from the black sky and came to the conclusion that I was happy. I had never felt happier in all my life.

Niall rolled around and ended up on top of me, hiding a big part of the sky from me, but my lips curled in a fond smile. The sight of him with snowflakes falling around his head was incredible and I wanted to remember it forever.

"I love you, Niall." I let out without thinking.

His face softened and his eyes roamed on my face before he moved closer and kissed me again. His lips were cold now but he tasted just as good. I could feel his nose rub gently against mine as he moved his head to kiss me from a different angle. I didn't move. I didn't even bring my arms around him. I just took it all in, all the love and affection he was giving me. It was like a tank I needed to fill and it had been almost empty for so long that I felt like It would never overflow.

"I love you too, Olivia."

I kept my eyes closed as he talked and after a while, he moved off of me and got up. I opened my eyes but didn't move and finally just started moving my arms and legs to make an angel in the snow. It made him laugh and when I was done, he held his hands out for me to help me up, making sure the angel I made remained intact.

"Cold?"

I chuckled but nodded frenetically.

"Okay, how about cuddling inside?"

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It took us about fifteen minutes to get inside, get changed, get prepared, and end up in his bed. I stared at the ceiling as I waited for him and when he got out of the bathroom, I expected him to turn the light off but instead, he walked up to me and pulled the covers off me to lay on top of me.

"I'm better than blankets to keep you warm." he just pointed out, making me smile.

His smile reached mine and he kissed me again, holding himself on his elbows on each side of my head. It always felt incredible when we kissed and I didn't care how cheesy and eye-rolling it could sound. I wanted to feel my heart jump in my chest every time his lips touched mine for the rest of my life.

"You know what you asked me when we were eating?" I let out in a low tone, making him frown and back away slightly.

"Maybe we could do that now." I proposed after he nodded.

His eyes traveled from my eyes to my lips and back to my eyes.

"You don't have to if you're not ready, no pressure, you know that, right?"

His voice was soft and it made a shiver run in my back, making my lips curl into a fond smile.

"I really want to."

This time, his smile changed into an amused and happy one and he moved off of me to sit in bed. I did the same, leaning against the headboard, and started nibbling on my bottom lip. I was scared, a bit embarrassed, too, and I could feel my whole body throb due to how nervous I was suddenly. I swallowed and breathed in but when he put his hand on my knee, I felt my body relax a bit.

"Take your time."

It was ridiculous to be so stressed for something to normal, right? Was it normal to be scared that my own boyfriend wouldn't find me attractive? To be scared that I would look stupid? Was it normal to be scared that I wouldn't turn him on?

I squirmed a bit to take my pants off and let them fall on the floor, next to his bed, and spread my legs a bit. His eyes immediately fell down as I slipped my hand over my panties, making him look up at me.

"Last time you did that, you were thinking about me." he reminded me. "Are you gonna think about me this time, too?"

I let out a low chuckle and nodded, licking my lips and leaning my head on the headboard too. I slid two fingers on my slit and my legs tensed a bit. The way he was looking at me was turning me on and I couldn't stop thinking about how good it would feel to finally make love with him, to feel him deep inside me for the very first time. I was getting horny and I could feel myself get wet as I pressed my fingers against my panties more.

"Petal, please." he let out in a very low tone. "Take your panties off."

"Do it yourself."

Without waiting, he slid his fingers in the hem of my panties and I moved my ass up to help him before he dropped them on top of my pants, on the floor. Both his hands reached for my knees and he spread them as I held my breath. I knew he had seen me naked only a few hours before but I couldn't help but be nervous about it.

"Fuck..."

He was staring between my legs and i brought my hand back over my pussy, sliding a finger on my slit and biting my bottom lip hard. I pushed two fingers inside me and his lips parted. I brought my other hand, using two fingers to rub my clit too as I fucked myself slowly and gently and I heard him groan. He moved closer and reached for the bottom of my shirt, moving it up over my breasts and running his fingertips gently on them. I felt my eye roll back at the feeling it brought me and I let out a soft whimper. I started finger fucking myself harder, bringing myself closer to an orgasm, and when I opened my eyes, I saw my boyfriend palming himself through his sweatpants.

"Do it." I just said, waiting patiently until he took his dick out and my legs tenses again.

I looked at him stroking his cock while looking at me masturbating and I didn't know if the sight or the thought was more exciting.

"I can literally hear how wet you are, fuck."

He groaned again and it brought a rush inside me, making me close my legs and stop touching myself.

"No, no please."

With his free hand, he pulled on one of my knees and stared again between my legs, his hand still around his cock, and I could barely believe it was happening.

"Don't stop, just cum." he let out in a low but firm tone. "I want to watch you cum."

I did as I was told, biting my lip harder than before as I kept touching myself. My eyes kept traveling from his face to his hand and it only took a few minutes for me to reach an orgasm.

"Niall, i'm cumming..."

I didn't need to tell him. I started shaking and moaning louder as my eyes fluttered close. I kept touching myself through my orgasm and all the nervousness and stress suddenly left my body. I felt lighter and my lips curled before I opened my eyes again. The way his hand moved harder on his cock made my heart jump in my chest. Without thinking, I dropped down on the floor and put myself between his legs, looking up in his eyes.

"You really don't have-"

I didn't let him finish, I just took his dick in my mouth, feeling it slide on my tongue, and started sucking on it. He let out a curse word and I started going quicker and harder on him. I felt his fingers slide in my hair and grip it, holding my head down for a few seconds as he moaned a bit louder.

"Fuck, you're gonna make me cum."

The thought made me feel dizzy again and I brought one of my hands on his cock to stroke him at the same time while the other one reached for his balls. His hand grabbed my hair tighter and he stopped moving as he came. I felt the taste of his cum invade my mouth and tried to swallow what I could, feeling some slip out of my lips. He finally let go of my hair and I pulled away, wiping my mouth quickly and sitting on my legs. My knees hurt despite the carpet on the floor and I felt embarrassed for a reason I ignored.

I felt his hand under my chin and looked up as his thumb started brushing against my cheek. He sent me a satisfied and fond smile and I grinned back softly at him.

"You didn't have to, but thank you." he whispered, his eyes never leaving mine. "I love you."

I moved back up on my knees and he bent down to kiss me. I was a bit surprised when he deepened the kiss but I didn't say anything and let him taste himself for a while. When he pulled away, he smiled again and made a quick head movement before laying down in bed. I got up and walked to the door to turn the lights off before joining him in bed. We remained silent for a few minutes and I finally turned my head his way.

"Was it okay?"

He turned his head to look at me and I blinked a few times as I tried to get used to the darkness.

"Which part?"

"Everything." I just shrugged.

"It was perfect." he quickly answered, now turning his whole body my way and bringing his hand on my cheek. "Everything was perfect. You're perfect."

I chuckled a bit and shook my head but decided not to argue with him.

"Thank you for trusting me."

His words hit me hard and I realized he seemed to know exactly how I felt and how tough it could be for me. I didn't think he could understand but he was proving me the opposite and it made my heart melt. I have loved Niall my whole life but I knew I had never loved him more than now that we were together. I was seeing him in a different way, a way I never thought i'd get to live... a way I desperately needed. I was the luckiest person in the world and I knew it.

When Niall decided we would decorate his tree a few days later, it made me roll my eyes. We did it every year, it was true, but it was the first time we did it as a couple. I knew how anal Niall could be though and I knew how perfect his tree had to be.

"Ditch the white lights, let's add colors this year!"

He turned to me and glared at me, making me roll my eyes as he placed a box of decorations on the floor.

"You need to make concessions sometimes, Niall, you know?"

He opened the box and grabbed the boring white lights before raising his eyebrows at me.

"Babe, I love you, but this is my tree, and i'll decorate it the way I want to."

I pouted jokingly and shrugged, grabbing the lights with him as we started placing them around the tree.

"I thought it was our tree, now."

He stopped moving for a few seconds before letting out a short chuckle.

"Nice try." he let out, making me laugh.

We finished the tree and as I was looking at it with a smile, I felt something around touch me and laughed again when I saw Niall putting a tinsel around my neck before pulling on it to bring me closer.

"You're crazy!"

"Mmhm." he just replied, bringing his lips on mine and kissing me gently. "Thanks for helping me with the tree."

I didn't answer but kissed him deeper, closing my eyes as butterflies started hitting the inside of my stomach again. The kiss was slow and good, and when he pulled away, he smiled at me again.

"You remember we're leaving tomorrow?"

I nodded quickly and licked my lips. I hadn't prepared my stuff yet and I knew I would probably rush in the morning and forget a few things but It was one of the things I hated the most doing when it came to traveling. I also knew Niall's bags were ready and had been for a while and although I should follow his example, I was a lazy ass who didn't really care about it.

"You should pack your stuff." he added as if he could read my mind.

I chuckled and nodded, raising my nose in a grimace.

"I knoooow, I just don't feel like it."

He laughed and his eyes roamed on my face before he raised his eyebrows and sighed.

"If you do it, i'll give you one of your presents tonight." he suggested, making me hold my breath. "If you don't then you'll have to open all your gifts at my mom's."

My eyes seemed to illuminate and my smile got as big as it was humanly possible.

"Okay! I'll do it I promise!"

"Nuh-huh!" he shook his head with an other chuckle. "You think I don't know you? You pack and then i'll give you your present."

"Unfair!"

"Very fair!" he argued with a chuckle. "Besides, if I give it to you first, you'll find a million excuses not to pack."

I groaned low and grimaced again. We both knew he was right and I just sighed and rushed to our room to pack. I tried to bring only a few pieces of clothing but ended up with too much and I had to put some back in Niall's drawers. I also added a lot of 'just in case' stuff knowing perfectly well that I wouldn't use them and when I was finally done, I walked back to the living room. I thought Niall would be sitting on the couch but he was actually sitting in front of the tree with a beer, staring at it. I sat on my knees next to him and slowly, he turned to look my way and handed me his beer. I grabbed it and took a sip before handing it back to him.

"All set?"

I smiled and nodded and without a word, he handed me a box. It was about the size of a pocket book and I pressed my lips together, taking it slowly. I had no idea what it was but I knew Niall made the best gifts.

"It's literally nothing." he shrugged, putting his beer away. "But I know your romantic ass likes meaningful things like that, and I wanted you to have it anyway."

I frowned a bit but unwrapped the box before opening it, now extremely curious on what was hidden in it. My heart skipped a beat when I noticed a napkin laying in top of red silk papers and took it off before unfolding it. My eyes roamed on the words written and I recognized the song... my song.

"I was at a bar when I thought about this song." he started, licking his lips. "It's only the first draft, and it was all I had to write it down but I kept it, just in case I couldn't remember the lyrics the next day I mean, I was a bit hammered." he laughed a bit but became serious again. "I couldn't stop thinking about you, Olivia. And honestly, I haven't stopped thinking about you since then either."

I looked up at me, feeling my heart beat all over my body and finally moved closer to press my lips softly against his.

"No matter what else you give me, nothing will top this." I whispered against his mouth. "Thank you."

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