#sorry that i torture my will and mike by making them extra similar sorry sorry sorry (not sorry)

[spring-lxcked]

yeah i could write but i could also make a playlist featuring songs william would actually listen to that's ordered by year the song came out—

[duker42]

So I didn’t anticipate it being so long, but it was a good idea!!!! 🤷🏼‍♀️🤷🏼‍♀️🤷🏼‍♀️

*****WARNING*****NSFW

💜Happenstance💜

Y/N sighed internally as she listened to the smooth cadence of his voice as the professor continued his lecture about 13th Century poets and the modern English language. She could probably listen to him talk about bowel movements and she would be just as captivated.

Glancing around the classroom, she knew that she wasn’t the only one. Professor Ackerman’s classes were always heavily weighed down with females, for a good reason. The younger professor was extremely attractive, but Y/N tried her hardest to keep her expression from reflecting the dreamy eyes of the girls around her.

When the class was over, he reminded everyone about the writing prompt he had assigned and dismissed them. Getting up, Y/N frowned at all the trash that was being left behind as the other girls rushed to the front to ask Levi about different things, most of them nonsense, just for the opportunity to get a little closer to the man.

Y/N stayed behind, not for that purpose, but because she was gathering all the empty Starbucks cups and wrappers they had left behind to help him. She knew that Mr. Ackerman preferred to keep the room clean, not really liking for them to eat or drink in his class, but the relaxed atmosphere of college prevented him from really banning it.

Levi looked up from the sea of annoying brats trying to get his attention to admire the one that always caught his eye without even trying. Y/N was the prime example of how to really pique his interest. She never asked for office hours unless she really needed further information or wasn’t sure she understood. She diligently turned in fantastic papers that exhibited her talent with the written word and she always helped him pick up after those brats that made messes. Even though he had not once seen her eat in his class or drink anything other than water.

He sighed and tried to focus on what the girl in front of him was talking about. That lack of a sign was what held him back from asking her out. They were both adults and the semester was soon coming to an end. He would miss what he secretly regarded as his favorite student in his lecture hall.

~~~~~

“Remind me again why I agreed to do this?” Y/N asked as she held her cell phone to her ear.

“Because you need to have a social life! You can’t possibly get laid if you are always stuck in your apartment, in class or at work.” Her best friends annoying comment came through the ear piece.

There were days she really wanted to strangle Nanaba for creating that damned dating profile. Ever since she and Mike had found each other, she was determined to settle all her friends in relationships. Y/N had given in just to shut her up, much to Mike’s amusement.

“Okay, I sent him a message saying you were at the bar. He should be there soon!” The excitement in her friends voice made Y/N cringe. Unless he had black hair and glacial ashen eyes, she wasn’t really interested.

She hung up and looked around. The restaurant was decent thank goodness, not a typical college bar where the frats and sororities like to hang out. This was more refined. She put her phone away in her clutch and took a sip of her bourbon.

She knew she looked nice as the surrounding men’s eyes stopped on her figure more than once. She was in a little black dress, perfectly molded to her skin accentuating her curves. Modestly cut but still flattering the neckline wasn’t too daring but gave a glimpse of her chest. Pared with light make up and loose curls, she knew that the effect was appealing.

“You must be Y/N.” The voice next to her made her turn to look and she barely caught herself before her eyes widened. The man who had come to meet her was no where near his profile description or picture.

He was greasy and unkept. The type that she imagined sitting in his mom’s basement yelling for her to make Hot Pockets while he blasted his conspiracy theories across the internet. His rumpled and stained clothes gave off a lightly musty smell and his crude eyes were running up and down her like he was eyeing a steak.

“No, I’m sorry, you must be mistaken.” She lied smoothly, hoping that he would buy it. She hadn’t allowed Nanaba to put her picture on the site, just settling for a description of her features. There were many woman that looked similar.

“I’m pretty sure it’s you.” He continued, settling a sweaty palm on her arm. “Why don’t we sit down for dinner, unless you’d rather skip to dessert.”

Y/N tried not to gag as he suggestively moved his eyebrows.

“You have the wrong person, I’m here with someone.” She said, desperately looking around for someone, anyone who could save her. “He had just gone to the bathroom.”

“I think you’re lying.” His longer fingernails started to dig into her skin as his voice took on a darker tone. He wasn’t believing her lies and she sensed it was about the get ugly. She looked at the bartender, willing him to look her way to help.

“Hey babe, sorry it took me so long. Line for the pisser. Who’s your friend?” Warm lips caressed her cheek as a hand wrapped around her bare arm possessively. That voice.

Y/N looked up into Levi’s amused eyes as he glanced at her. From this distance, she could see his granite eyes harden as they turned to the man she was trying to shake off.

“You are?” His bored tone dismissed him, and the scowl on his face kept the failed date from commenting further as he removed his hand and slunk away.

“Thank you so much, Mr. Ackerman.” Y/N breathed as the man walked out of sight. Her body sagged slightly against his as she sighted in relief.

“What the hell were you doing with that piece of shit?” He asked as he motioned the bartender over and ordered himself and her another drink.

Y/N bashfully explained her situation, and watched as he shot her a look of amusement.

“You did all this so your friend would get off your back? Just tell them to piss off.” He mused, sipping his own drink and relaxing. He had been angry when he saw the ridged posture she had with that shit bag had his hand on her.

“Well, it’s not like I’m seeing anyone. And the one that I want doesn’t know I exist, so I figured why the hell not?” The extra bourbon had loosened her tongue slightly. She was by no means drunk, just more chatty than she would have been.

“Is he a fucking idiot?” Levi asked. Who the hell wouldn’t line up for an opportunity to be in a relationship with Y/N. His heart had started pounding when she told him that she was single. It seemed like everything was aligning for him tonight. He was glad he hadn’t decided to stay home.

She glanced at him with a wry smile, like he missed the joke. “No, he’s very smart. But too many others are after him, so I just pick up their trash.”

His gut clenched as her words registered. Grey eyes flashed hot as he watched her eyes turn coy. He gulped down the rest of his drink and motioned the bartender. “Check.”

~~~~~

The moment they stepped out into the crisp air of the night, Levi had grabbed her head and pulled her into a hot kiss. His tongue saying what his words failed to form.

Now he struggled to get the damned key in the fucking hole as he continued to fuse his mouth to hers greedily. He sent up a small prayer of thanks as the deadbolt finally was accessed and unlocked, throwing the door to his house open.

The two block walk from the bar to his house had been torture. Her taste still on his lips and her fragrance floating around him left him hard and aching. It was difficult to walk normally when his cock was pressing insistently against his zipper.

When they got in the door, he kicked it closed and picked Y/N up, throwing her over his shoulder as he could now race to his bedroom without looking like a kidnapper. Her squeal of surprise shot to his core, making him imagine that same sound coming from her as he made her cum all over him.

He restrained himself from running his hand up her thighs as he held her in place, sprinting up the stairs to the master suite. When he finally got to the bed, he tossed her down gently and looked at her intently.

“Say no now, Y/N.” His eyes were filled with lust as he raked them over her spread out on his bed.

She stood up and unzipped the back of her dress in response, slipped her slender shoulders out of the straps and letting it pool at her feet. His mouth went dry at the sight of her. No bra, her breasts were bare and high, nipples perking in the exposed air. Her lacy black panties covered her but were sinfully erotic in their low placement on her hips.

Levi began to rip at his own clothes, neatness be damned, throwing them away from his body as he removed them. When he was finally down to his boxers, he moved over to her, pressing his chest against hers and groaning at the feel of her skin.

“Fuck.....I’ve wanted you for so damn long.” He murmured, trailing his hands up her arms before encircling her and running down the expanse of her back. His lips were right beneath her ear and he let them wander down her neck as he pressed his arousal against her stomach.

“Nnnnghhhh.” Y/N moaned as she closed her eyes at feeling of his own hard back muscles under her fingers. “I wanted you too. So hard to think sometimes in class.”

Levi grinned as he led her down onto the bed. Nice to know she wasn’t as unaffected as she appeared. When she was centered on his bed, he pulled back and looked at her lying beneath him.

Flushed from their kisses and the alcohol, she was smooth skin and trembling limbs. He reached over to his nightstand and pulled a foiled packet from the drawer. He didn’t use them much, but how could he advise safe sex if he didn’t practice it himself.

Y/N’s eyes flashed and Levi reassured her. “It’s been a long time Y/N. Since my last relationship.”

At his words, she reached for him again. This time, running her fingers along the stiff length begging for release from his boxers. He shuddered as she traced him, the low murmur of approval from Y/N not lost in his haze of desire.

He reached for her panties, sliding them down her smooth thighs and flinging them over his shoulder, letting her legs rest on them as his eyes hungrily devoured the sight of her pink lips spreads open and glistening from excitement.

A single finger trailed down from her hip to her entrance, and he growled as he found her slick with desire. Shoving his boxers down, he kicked them off as her own eyes ran over his endowment.

He ripped the foil open and started rolling it on when her own hand took over and he bit his lip to keep from groaning with pleasure and the feel of her hand on his bare cock at it’s base. She pumped him a few times, enjoying the feel of him throbbing in her hand, as he lurched back over her.

He brought her thighs around his waist as he hovered over her, his eyes seeking approval one last time.

“Oh God, fuck me, Levi!” Y/N gasped, arching up to meet him as he drove himself into her.

They both moaned loudly. He started to move, wrapping his arms around her back, grinding deep into her core as his hips snapped forward. Her legs locked around him, keeping him from pulling out to far and he smirked as she was just as undone as he was at the sensations coursing through her.

Loud gasps and grunts echoed around the room as he set a fast pace, eager to thrust sharply into her body as she raked her nails down his back, leaving a trail of fire in her wake.

The short, hard drives into her tight walls was twisting the knife of pleasure in his gut. Tensing for that final burst of bliss as he strove to make sure she found satisfaction as well. Her hips were moving in sync with his, meeting his every move as she undulated against him. Her thighs tightened as he lowered his lips to hers again, feeling the beginning tremor of her orgasm build up around him. Pushing harder, he scooped his hips and hit that perfect angle as she shattered around him. Her walls tightened like a vice, making his jaw tighten as he grunted into their kiss.

Her own wail was sent down his throat as she cried out his name, her juices pouring out of her as she shook with the white hot intensity of her pleasure. He felt himself get closer, as she milked him deeper into her body. Giving in to the demands of his body, he drove himself into her one last time, the hardest thrust yet and stilled, his cock pulsing as he released into the condom.

In the quiet of the room, their heavy breathing mingled as he rolled to the side, pulling out of her gently. Getting up, he removed the condom as he walked into the bathroom and disposed of it. Wetting a rag, he brought it back and ignored her protests as he washed her off. Sliding back into bed beside her, he tugged her to him and let the afterglow wash over him.

Y/N sat in amazement. Her professor not only wanted her, but had just given her a mind blowing orgasm. She smiled into his chest, snuggling against his still hot skin. They came together by happenstance, but she was glad that Nanaba had convinced her to go out tonight.

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[natasha-cole]

Worlds Collide Chapter 1

Pairing: Eventual Reader x Billy Moran

Series Summary: Reader is aware that she’s a bit too serious at times, and she’s been called every name in the book; high-maintenance, bitchy, and boring. She’s also perfectly content with being on her own, no matter how often her new co-workers try to include her. While she’s pretty set in her ways, maybe all it will take for her to lighten up is someone who is completely unexpected.

Chapter Summary: Another weekend, another con, another attempt at avoiding the people she works with. Reader does well at keeping to herself, so why is this guy talking to her right now?

Word Count: 2366

Warnings: none, maybe some language

Notes: Well, here’s my idea for a Billy fic. Let me know if you like it or whatever, because I am already working on some other things and really shouldn’t even be starting a new series to begin with!

Luckily, you already had a couple of conventions under your belt. While the entire fan convention world was a lot for you to understand and take in, you at least had done enough to where you understood what went on and what was expected of you. It wasn’t easy being the new girl, and you couldn’t help but feel a bit overwhelmed at how all of this made you relive your time as a child who did nothing but move around and bounce in and out of new schools constantly. You were lucky if you stayed in one school long enough to make friends for a short time, and generally, you didn’t have friends. This part of your job felt very similar to that. You were either on set, working with the same guys, or popping up in a new city every other weekend for a convention. While it was sort of nice to do this and see familiar faces each time; you knew that you didn’t fit in. You knew that you had no real friends here.

Today, you were in Burbank, which was nice considering that it meant you were close to home. As per the last few conventions you attended, you were greeted by the usual people; it was always Rob, Rich, Matt, the band, and a few of the girls depending on whether they were signed on for the weekend. Honestly, you wondered why you had been scheduled for so many cons considering how new you were to the show and the fact that no one really liked your character.

You kept up on social media, of course, and you knew that the BMOL in general were not fan favorites. The fact that you played the part of a stuffy, almost bitchy character didn’t help in your popularity. However, fans seemed to enjoy the fact that there was a new female on the show who hadn’t been brutally killed off yet. They seemed to talk a lot of crap about your character, yet they wanted to see you as a person.

From the last few cons you attended, you weren’t surprised to hear fan accounts of meeting you; most indicating that you as a person weren’t far off from the character you played. The comparisons didn’t hurt your feelings. You had always been told that you were too intense, too quiet, and maybe a bit too stuffy for your own good. You brushed it all off though, knowing that people just didn’t understand that you simply took your job very seriously. You took your entire life very seriously because you finally had control over it.

Today, you joined the early birds for lunch, the ones who were at the cons from day one all the way up to the end of the weekend. It was always awkward for you, but you tried hard to stay involved. Truthfully, you envied the close bonds that they all seemed to share with each other. But, you understood that they had all been doing this for so long, it was inevitable for them to grow close to each other. Even those who maybe starred in one or two episodes early on in the show had been a part of the con circuit from the beginning. It was a different world for someone who came onto the show more recently, playing an unlikable character to find a way to fit in.

You sat at the table with them, eating in silence as they discussed plans for karaoke and the rest of the night after. It was almost as if you didn’t exist at this point, but that didn’t really bother you. They had tried to include you the first few times you attended a con; and you, in your need to stay professional, always turned them down. It wasn’t really your style to partake in dress up nights and sing off-key karaoke, and it certainly wasn’t your style to stay out all night drinking when you knew you had work to do the next day.

So, you listened, wishing that the weekend would go by a little quicker so that you could either go home or get back to work.

“Let me guess,” you heard Kim speak up, looking directly at you as you focused on your lunch, “you’re not willing to do karaoke still?”

“It’s not really my thing,” you explained, “no one wants to be subjected to the torture of hearing me sing.”

“You could at least show up, help us with a little back-up vocals,” Rob added.

“I’d have to dress up?”

“Yeah, everyone does. We have extra costumes,” he replied.

“I’m gonna pass,” you said. You poked at your food with your fork, knowing that eventually, they were going to stop trying to involve you if you kept this up. It sucked, but you knew it was for the best.

They went back to ignoring you, not even bothering to push harder or to even bring up going out afterwards. You did what you did best; kept your head down and stayed to yourself.

You got through the day without a hitch. Your panel went well and you managed to avoid too many questions as to why your character was so horrible on the show. Mostly, you hung out quietly, showing up for photo ops; and by the end of the day, sitting through autographs before the day came to a close.

When you were done for the day, you headed back to the green room to gather your belongings before you retired to your room for the night. Everyone else was already talking excitedly, already getting ready for their Friday night karaoke event. You quickly retrieved what you had went there for, avoiding eye contact with anyone who might make another attempt at talking you into taking part. No one even looked your way. You figured they had finally given up. Even as they talked about where they would go after karaoke, no one bothered to ask if that was something you’d be interested in.

You left the room, very much unnoticed and began to the long trek back to your hotel room. At least you could have a few hours of quiet before it was time to turn in. You had early mornings at conventions and you always wondered how the others managed to function with their late nights.

You were walking along, humming quietly to yourself when you heard a voice call out from behind you.

“Y/N?” It came as a question, and you didn’t recognize the voice. Whoever it was obviously didn’t even know if it was you for sure. You stopped and turned toward the voice. It was one of the guys from Rob’s band, now walking toward you, a small smile on his face as he realized it was you.

“Hey, Billy?” You replied, now feeling pretty stupid over the fact that you were questioning whether you had his name right. You were bad enough at being friendly with the people who actually worked on the show, but the band were definitely not people that you interacted with often.

“That’s me,” he replied as he stepped closer to you. He stopped to look at you, still smiling behind all that facial hair.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, now uncomfortable by how close he was standing to you. You barely talked to anyone else, and this was by far the longest conversation you had ever shared with this man in particular. “Sometimes I get names mixed up. Luckily I got it right though.”

“Where are you headed?” He asked. You turned on your heels, walking again as he followed you.

“Back to my room, I’m done for the day.”

“Which room are you in?”

“Excuse me?”

“I mean, what floor are you on or whatever? I was headed back to my room and I thought I could walk with you.”

“Oh, I’m on the 3rd floor,” you replied, unsure if you should give this man your room number. You didn’t know him well and you always made it a habit not to give too much information to strange men.

“Me too,” he grinned, those green eyes sparkling. You looked away from him quickly, suddenly feeling really nervous that he was talking to you and apparently now walking with you.

The two of you walked in an awkward silence for some time. You hated feeling uncomfortable around people, but you couldn’t help it. This man in particular never talked to you, and your mind began to race with different thoughts as to why he was choosing to talk to you now and walk with you back to your rooms. You both stopped at the elevators and you reached your hand out to press the button at the same time that he did. Your fingers made contact as you both attempted to push the button.

“Whoops,” Billy said as he smiled at you. You felt your face heat up, embarrassed that you were being so stupid around him. You kept quiet as you waited for the elevator.

“You’re not joining everyone else tonight?” You asked suddenly. You hated small talk, but you figured a conversation would help to make this all less awkward.

“Mike, Stephen, and I don’t do karaoke,” he said, “we usually just go hang out and maybe meet up with everyone later.

“Oh,” you said softly, now unsure of what to say next.

“You’re not going?”

“Me?” You asked, “I don’t do karaoke. No one wants to witness that.”

“I bet you’re a great singer,” Billy replied, “and you would probably look great in one of those costumes.”

“Haha,” you said sarcastically.

“If you’re not doing anything, you’re more than welcome to come hang out with us,” he looked at you, sort of hopeful.

“I’m okay.”

“You just look sort of lonely all the time, might be fun to go out.”

“I’m fine,” you reiterated.

“I thought it was kinda rude that they didn’t invite you,” he said referring to the rest of the group who had made plans without you.

“It’s my own fault,” you replied, “I always say no, so I think they just gave up on asking.”

“Why do you say no? You don’t like them or something?” You glared at him, unamused at his incessant questions. The fact that he was even talking to you had you on edge and you very much wanted him to be quiet and go away. You decided against being rude as the elevator finally showed up. You both stepped on and you let him push the button to the third floor, careful not to make the move yourself and risk making physical contact again.

“It’s not that. They’re all really great. I mean, I’ve really only worked with the main cast. But, I like everyone,” you explained. It was true. You definitely didn’t have any negative feelings toward anyone. In fact, they were all nice and seemed like a lot of fun.

“You just like your alone time then?”

“I don’t know. I don’t really fit in. I know they try include me sometimes just to be nice.”

Billy scrunched up his face, looking sort of confused by your statement. “I’m pretty sure everyone fits in with this group.”

“Well, I don’t,” you said, glancing over to him, “but it’s okay, I’m just passing through.”

The elevator stopped at your floor and you both moved to get off. You walked quickly toward your room, not concerned that he would see where your room was. You dug for your room key, and stopped in front of your door, trying to swipe the card as fast as you could.

“You know,” Billy said as he stood next to you, watching you struggle with your key card, “if you change your mind, you can text me.”

You looked up at him as he held his hand out to you.

“What?”

“Your phone,” he explained, “I can give you my number. In case you change your mind.”

“That’s not necessary,” you said, “I won’t change my mind.”

You finally got your key card to work. You hurriedly opened your door, stepping into your room as you let the door close behind you. You stood there for a moment, realizing how rude you had been. You didn’t even say goodbye or anything, you had let the door slam in his face when he was only trying to be nice to you. This was the first time in a long time when you actually had a moment of feeling something like regret. Out of all of the people who took part in these conventions, he had been the only one to say more than a few sentences to you. You told yourself that he wasn’t the type of person you should hang out with because you knew the type.

You frowned at yourself when you then realized that you really didn’t have a clue as to what type of people you really wanted to associate yourself with, in fact, you weren’t sure that you ever wanted to associate yourself with anyone at all.

You were still really confused by Billy’s need to carry on a conversation with you. After all, you had done a few of these cons and the man never even looked at you. You assumed that he was making small talk because of your reputation of being sort of stuck-up, and he was probably making fun of you.You may be the quiet one around here, but you weren’t blind. This wouldn’t be the first time someone made fun of you behind your back. Your moment of feeling guilty over your treatment of him washed away pretty quickly when you decided that Billy was probably one of those people. He was obviously like everyone else that you had to work with; completely not serious about their jobs, and ready to step in and give you a hard time because you were often too serious.

You decided to not let it bother you. You brushed off the conversation with Billy as you got ready for bed. You knew that tomorrow, everyone, including him, would go back to pretending that you didn’t exist.

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