#sry guys im feeling my feelings tonight

[eleftherian]

been thinking abt the tng episode the host since i watched it last week and like yeah bev crusher broke up with her SO the second their body changed an AFAB one which could be construed as homophobic but alsooo they literally put two cis women on screen and had them say "i love you" to each other ROMANTICALLY. this ep aired in 1991. how fucking powerful do you think that must've been for sapphic viewers back then? jesus christ

[shocked-collar]

im so tired. im SO tired. today was really hard on me.

someone should come rub my feet 💖

[binders-and-beanies]

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[sturnslvtt]

Ememies to lovers-

Matthew Sturniolo

part 2:

Summary: you move to a new school and you meet a boy named Matt who finds you intolerable. However, you become best friends with his two other triplets which just draws you and Matt closer.

Pairing: matt sturniolo x reader

Warnings: enemies to lovers, use of y/n, profanity, subtle flirting, drinking, (MY FIRST FIC EVER, IM SRY IF IT SUCKS)

(read part 1 first so the story line makes sense)

After the awkward drive there, you arrive at the party and the tension automatically brakes. As soon as Matt and Chris step out of the car, they are dragged away by some of their friends into the party. Nick guides you to go get a drink with him so you don’t feel left out.

-lil time skip-

“Holy shit how much did you drink y/n?” Matt says frantically while grabbing the red solo cup out of your hands and placing it on the table beside you. You were sitting on the couch drunk and you looked like you were going to pass out. “Hellooo handsome” you say while giggling and batting your eyelashes as your hands guide their way down Matt’s chest. He brushes your hands off of his body while you pout in disappointment. “I thought you were with Nick, Where the fuck did he go?” Matt asks you concerned. “He’s probably hooking up with that one guy he’s been hanging out with all night.” You reply still out of your own head. “So Nick just left you here drunk as fuck to go hang out with some guy?” Matt responds sounding worried. “Awww are you worried about me??” You say in a cocky tone. “And I’m not even that drunk.” You add. Matt raises his eyebrows and widens his eyes while looking you up and down. “yea sureee” he replies, not sounding convinced.

“c’mere.” You say while giggling and looking in his blue eyes, dragging his body down next to yours on the couch. You lean into his chest and place your hands around his jaw as your lips start to pucker. He hesitantly brushes you away from him and stands up awkwardly, laying you back on the couch. “You’re really drunk y/n, you don’t know what you’re doing.” Matt replies while looking mesmerized into your eyes.

At that moment, Nick walks down the stairs while holding hands with the same guy he was found talking to all night. “We’re leaving nick, come on.” Matt eagerly exclaims to nick, hinting to you lying drunk on the couch. “But the party is just getting starteddd!” Nick shouts whilst throwing his hands up above his head, obviously not sober either. Matt grabs nicks arm and places it over one of his shoulders as he offers his other shoulder to you for stability. You get a hold of his shoulders and he walks you both to the van sitting you in the back seats.

Matt calls Chris and hurries him to leave the party because we’re leaving. A few moments later Chris enters the car in silence, sitting in the passenger seat; he turns behind himself to find you and nick both sound asleep. “What the fuck happened?” Chris asks worried and confused. “They just got a little drunk, they’ll be fine in the morning.” Matt assures him.

After arriving at home, Matt carefully carries you inside while Chris carries Nick. Matt walks you up the stairs and lays you down on his bed to sleep for the night. He looks in your eyes for a moment, contemplating the things you said to him tonight. Trying not to wake you up, he carefully removes your shoes and makeup so you can sleep comfortably. He pulls the covers over your sleeping, warm body and sets up a single pillow and blanket on the floor besides the bed for himself.

-the next morning-

Matt wakes up early and tired since he didn’t sleep well on the hardwood floor. He carefully steps out of bed trying to be quiet so he doesn’t wake you, but cant help but notice how beautiful you look laying in his bed so vulnerable. He is so hypervigilant about making sure you get good sleep so he quietly opens his dresser to grab a fresh pair of clothes to wear after his shower. Whilst Matt is opening the bathroom door, you groan as you rub your eyes and sit up, barely awake. “Matt?? What the fuck happened?!” you shout confused. Matt backs away from the door shyly, and explains the night to you. “Oh shit please don’t tell me i said some dumb shit while i was drunk?” You ask, pleading for a positive response; already feeling embarrassed enough. “Uh well you called me handsome and then tried to kiss me…” Matt awkwardly responds, continuously scratching the back of his neck. You slam your head into your lap aggressively while dragging the covers.

“Oh my God I am so so so sorry” You respond while laughing to try to break the awkwardness. “No it’s fine, you were drunk, and you’re probably so hungover right now, you should go back to bed.” Matt says to you. He seemed nicer to you than when you first meet each other. “I’m going to go take a shower” He adds, smirking at you as he closes the door behind him.

authors note: I’m sorry, this part is pretty boring but i had to have some sorta backstory if we want to get to the real smut 😋🤞. this is my first fanfic I’ve ever written so i apologize if its no too great yet. tips and advice are greatly appreciated! but anyways, i hope you guys enjoyed! thank you for reading !! (reblogs, comments, and likes dont hurt as well 😉)

[chaostudee]

the secret of us , chapter four.

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a couple of hours later you are at home getting ready with your friends to go out but you cant help it when your eyes briefly scan the piece of paper that lewis gave you.

your cheeks burn as you remember the interaction but you know better that nothing can become of it yet you slip the piece of paper into your purse along with your lip gloss and keys.

once you arrived at the club you followed your friends to the bar where you all bought a round of shots. a couple of hours later you find yourself on the dance floor swaying from side to side with a beer in your hand to the music.

although the main purpose of tonight was to forget him you couldn't help but think about the way his eyes latched onto yours or when your hands brushed when he slipped you his number.

you stop dancing and gulp thinking about it. you look around in the mob of people only to find your friends no where to be found. your first instinct was to find your purse of course which luckily you had but you were distraught to find that your phone was gone.

you put a hand over your mouth in worry and groan as you have a horrible headache from all the alcohol and truthfully it is even hard to stand without feeling dizzy. you sigh as you go to walk outside to go catch some air.

the streets were near quiet and you longed to know what time it was. you bite your lip before taking one last look in your purse only to find the one thing you were trying to avoid. lewis's number. you chuckle realising that you rly have no option since you honestly have no clue of any of your friends numbers and no money for a taxi.

a man nearby is txting on his phone so you go and give it a shot.

"um sry is it okay if i use your phone for one second"

the guy looks up and looks at you weirdly but once noticing that you were desperate he sighs and hands you the phone.

"thank you so much i wont be long"

the man grunts in response. you walk a few metres away and start typing in his number. just as you are about to dial you question why are u doing this? surely there is someone else? but you know right well that there isn't.

you dial and the line starts ringing.

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lewis is sat in a bar with most of the grid sat beside george as he laughs at another joke he made. lewis looks at the clock seeing that it is nearly 2am and sighs.

as he looks around at the decor he feels his phone vibrating in his pocket which is obviously unsual at this hour. he pulls out his phone and sees that it is an unknown caller, his first unstinct is to block but there is only few people who had his number and now you being on of them. he smiles softly to himself realising it could be you.

"hey you okay man?" george asks

"um ye um i got to take this real quick" he says trying to hide his smile.

george nods but narrows his eyes as he notices lewis happy demeanour which was not often seen only on the rare chance he was with someone. george smiles to himself.

lewis walks outside and answers.

"hi"

"oh um hi lewis its me um yn"

"you just couldnt last that long without hearing my voice again"

you blush and chuckle "um well.....no not exactly um...i"

lewis notices your shaky speech. "hey um you okay? he didn't hurt you again did he??"

you let out a sarcastic laugh. "um you know what no im actually not okay you see um this is not even my phone, i lost it, my friends ditched me here at this club, and i had a few too many beers and i feel like shit and now im calling this cute guy that gave me his number because i literally have no one else"

"shit im sry but if you need a lift i can get my driver to pick you up if u want"

"are u sure i dont want to be a burden" you ask running a hand through your hair.

"you're not a burden don't worry and now i can get an excuse to leave this horrible bar"

you groan. "oh god im so sry i totally forgot that george told me he was going out tonight"

at the mention of george you both go quiet.

"please don't mention this to george he would actually kill me if he knew"

lewis nods and looks in the window at his teamate filled with guilt. he looks away. "okay".

"can you send me your location?" lewis breaks the silence with his question. you do as he requests.

"okay ill be there in 20"

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the cold brisk air nipped at your feet and you couldn't help but shiver in instinct. your eyes scanned the main road waiting for lewis.

momentarily a black limo pulled up and not to your surprise lewis jumped out and looked around frantically for you.

once he had spotted you he sighed in relief and made his way over to you.

"oh thank god you're okay"

you smile shyly at him but you are so utterly exhausted that you can't even utter a word.

lewis catches onto this and nods in understanding. he takes the jacket from around his shoulders and places it on your own. your cheeks redden, his familiar smell wafting into your nostrils.

lewis guides you to the car, opening the door for you, making sure that you are comfortable before going around the otherside and getting in himself.

"you're staying at the same hotel as all the other drivers right?" lewis asks looking over at you to confirm his query. you nod in response before deciding to devote your attention the scenic views of the city.

the moonlight that shone on your face enamoured lewis and he kept glancing at your hand which lay palm facing upwards. he wanted to place his own ontop of yours and intertwine your fingers. he watched as you unwinded the window so that your hair flew ascrew across your face. he wanted to trace your cheek and pull your hair away from your eyes. his eyes scanned your face and watched as your tooth latched onto your lower lip.

his chest constricted when you looked over at him giving him a weird and confused expression.

"why are you looking at me like that?"

"like what?"

"like u want me"

lewis's eyes widen and he chuckles. "you're drunk y/n".

you roll your eyes. "well done for stating the obvious handsome".

lewis narrows his eyes and looks at you. "don't call me that"

"aw i thought you liked that" you say pouting.

lewis shakes his head. "fuck y/n pls stop messing with my head. we both know that sober you would never ever do this shit"

you chuckle. "well that's the fun of it". you take your hand and begin to trace up his arm but he pulls it away.

as the car begins to slow lewis sits up straight. "looks like we are here"

you groan, a sudden rush of nausea hitting you again.

lewis hops out and heads around to your side of the car and opens your door for you.

"are you okay to walk?"

you look up at him and then back down at your feet, you can already feel the blisters forming and your legs feel like jelly.

"um yeah i'll be fine"

you go to stand up but immediately fall and lewis supports his arm around you.

"you sure about that?" lewis chuckles. "god you are so stubborn"

"here sit down so i can take these off" lewis instructs as he points to your heels.

he glares at you and you obey. lewis gets down on his knees as he begins to unbuckle your heels. your heart is racing as his fingers brush the side of your leg. sure your head was woozy and you were most likely not going to remember this in the morning but when lewis looked up at you, holding your pair of heels in his hand you wanted nothing more than to kiss the shit out of him.

lewis eyes your feet and notices a trickle of blood coming from your heel. "fuck y/n you could have told me you were in pain" he says frustrated with you.

"i'm sorry" you mumble "i just didn't think you would care that much".

lewis shakes his hand and brings his hand to his forehead. "i care abou y/n okay so please don't keep anything from me, you can trust me i promise".

his words seem so sincere and his hand on your thigh is comforting in a way.

"okay?"

"okay" your reply.

lewis looks at the hotel. "what floor are you on?"

"oh god um i think it's 24 or 25 fuck idk i'm sorry"

"it's okay i'll figure it out"

lewis wraps his arms around you and lifts you up into his arms.

"what are u doing"

"i'm carrying you because you are certaintly not walking that distance"

you want to protest but don't.

lewis carries you up multiple flights of stairs before you make it to your door.

lewis allows you to get out of his grip as he tries to open the door. he takes a credit card from his wallet and uses it to unlock the door. shockingly it worked.

lewis helps you into the room and sets you down onto the bed. he watches as you collapse onto the bed and lay there in a ball. your dress begins to ride up and he quickly looks away.

"y/n sweetheart you have got to get changed i don't want you to be uncomfortable and also your makeup"

you groan in reponse, too tired to function.

lewis sighs. "come on i'll help you". lewis helps you sit up and you rub your eyes trying to rub your eyes free of sleep.

you sit up reluntantly. "um my pyjamas are in the top drawer over there" you mumble pointing the to top dresser.

lewis opens the drawer and picks out a set and throws it at you.

"thanks"

"um can you turn around real quick"

he coughs. "oh yeah yeah i'm sorry"

you change in the nick of time and then you are greeted by an awkward silence.

"you can go now" you say stifling a yawn.

lewis's eyes widen. "um okay....are you sure though?"

you hesitate but nod firmly. "you should get back to the guys"

"i don't really want to go back to them though" he admits with a shrug.

"then go home get some rest you had a long weekend" you suggest as a compromise.

"but i don't want to leave you here alone"

"but i'm always alone"

"yeah but you don't have to be"

"lewis...."

"please just let me stay"

"well you can sleep on the couch ig"

"thank you".

"no problem okay well um goodnight lewis and thanks for everything tonight it means alot".

lewis nods. "i'm here for you y/n whether you like or not".

you smile shyly and hop into bed as you watch him walk out of the room. it wasn't long before you had drifted off into a deep sleep.

lewis tossed and turned on the couch and the constant ticking of the clock bugged him. the light that emerged from your room enticed him. he couldn't stop thinking about you. part of him knew he was being crazy. he practically begged you to stay over and you hardly even knew eachother but even so he wanted nothing more than to be close to you.

lewis gets up and hovers outside your door before making a peek into your room. he smiles seeing your stoic figure in a peaceful sleep. upon spotting an armchair at the side of the bed he sat down in it as he kept a watchful eye on you. as the night passed his eyes fluttered and it wasn't long either before he had drifted off aswell dreaming about the company he had enjoyed that day and how he was hoping for many more days like today.

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[nekkodiaries]

— knock me down. (teaser)

RELEASE: march 18, 2023.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: finally hard-launching the fic that i've been working for a few months now. hhhhh. i'm excited but also very insecure because a good quarter of this fic is written and i'm so ! anxious ! about my writing skills (as someone who knows they're bad at describing and bad at being literate in general. rip.) anyway. i hope you guys enjoy this fic like you did with cheating on you. if you want to be added to the taglist, just reply or send an ask.

reblogs are super appreciated! 🫶

after a tough day of contributing absolutely nothing to the greater good of society, jay decides to do what men like him choose to do to relieve stress: by playing a high-stress game.

what he wasn't expecting, though, was to get a snarky partner who would actually reciprocate his angry chats (as a result of his bad temper) and shit-talk him back. like what they're doing right now.

killstrike: wtf you should have covered me notursniper: yea well u shouldnt have been peeking. killstrike: ur ign fits u bc ur shit at sniping 😂😂 notursniper: i HAD him but ur big ass head was IN THE WAY now u got headshot boohoo 😛 killstrike: just stfu and come revive me

jay was pissed. there's no way he's losing this duo match. it's down to three teams and he can't risk losing more points for his rank when he's so close to reaching crown four, so he breathes in and out, trying his utmost best not to let the arrogant demeanor of his partner get on all of his nerves. notursniper heals him and fends off two players while he heals, leaving just one more team. 

you got this. you got this. jay internally chants before a barrage of shots echo from his phone's speaker. he's too busy to look for the enemy to notice his partner's been knocked down. the motherfucker's proning. the circle's getting smaller and jay's getting anxious over the constant request for healing when all of a sudden: 

better luck next time player killstrike! top 2/100.

"fuck!" jay shouts in frustration, watching the loading screen as the game demotes him from crown five to regular crown rank. "great. that's just great." in the heat of his frustration, jay adds notursniper just to be able to message them— and as soon as he sees them added to his "friends" list, jongseong taps his frustrations away. 

killstrike: its your fucking fault. now im just crown

notursniper: 🤨 ?

killstrike: well??? are you gonna admit your wrongs???

notursniper: 1, is this how u treat women lmao and 2, no i wont :p notursniper: maybe if you actually healed me then we wouldve ranked up notursniper: but ur too selfish and tried to shoot before attending to ur teammate notursniper: so i'd say that rank demotion is DESERVED ❤️

killstrike: man fuck u 😐

notursniper: sry there's a line for gamer boys who wanna bang. you gotta get in line babes 😘

was it possible to choke on air? because jay's convinced he choked on air when he read that. it doesn't help that his eyes immediately darted to the icon where her cuteness was radiating despite her hand and phone covering her entire face. he blames his temper for why he's feeling hot right now— definitely not because he got a visual of what could happen if he did choose to get in line. definitely not. never. no.

killstrike: ew

notursniper: hey u can block me if u want to lmao 🤣

impulsive by nature, jay taps a few times and gets so close to removing user notursniper as their pubg friend but he hums in thought. having a higher rank meant having more skilled enemies and he's never seemed to get past top 40 players without dying, so it was a miracle he got until the top 2 tonight. his teammate's shit-talking aside, he'd say they were actually really good. 

and again, real cute on her icon.

"what?" his own intrusive thoughts snaps him back to the real world, to see that she actually removed him as an in-game friend. what the fuck? in a span of panic, he tried to add them again. 

a few days pass by but alas, no response from her. jay does not know why he's itching to check on his phone every now and then. heeseung and sunghoon don't even want to question why he's been staring at phone with his brows furrowed for hours now.

it's only because they're a good player and they can help me rank up. that's it. 

soon enough, jay's routine has become waking up, going to school, and checking if user notursniper has accepted his request at every waking second of the day. the same goes for the following morning when jay anxiously opens the game again and finds one new message from a friend.

notursniper: hey loser. back for more?

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summary: park jay lives life as a hot-headed gamer by day and.. well.. still a hot-headed gamer by night— except he secretly goes by the name killstrike. after losing a match, he finds himself trash-talking, his teammate notursniper, who happens to be the mysterious classmate he's been admiring for over a year and more.

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[theringers]

more - mick schumacher

summary: your boyfriend catches you reading smut

this photo??? i want his hands around my neck and that’s all i have to say

a/n: hi everyone this is my first time writing a oneshot in first person so let me know what u think.... if u prefer reader insert or think third person would work best just send me a message!!! love yall thanks for the support. this is unedited and not proofread bc im impatient sry

warnings: 18+, NSFW, smut, light bondage, dirty talk, spanking

do NOT read if you aren’t comfortable with smut

"The entire night, he kept his eyes on me. He was meant to be focused on anything else, especially the award he was about to receive, but he looked at me like I was his prize. He was highly competitive and the most unpleasant sore loser, so he would do everything in his power to make sure he received his prize. I watched as he mentally undressed me from the stage. He licked his lips and looked directly into my eyes as he read the card in his hands. He stuttered a bit and his gaze landed directly on me right after he did so. I almost wanted to excuse myself, just to make sure he didn't make a fool of himself in front of this entire room."

I was rattled by the sound of the front door shutting. The whole house shook and I was taken out of my trance. Whenever I was alone, I was able to immerse myself in the world I was reading. With no external distractions, it was just me and Mr. Loverboy from the pages in front of me. And now Mick.

I heard his footsteps run up the stairs and my heart beat fast when he walked into the door. He always did that to me, no matter how often I saw him. His hair was sticking to his forehead and beads of sweat rolled down his rosy cheeks. He walked over to me on the couch, catching his breath. "How's your day been, darling?" He plopped his body down next to me and exhaled deeply.

"It's going well, I'm in the middle of a really good scene in my book right now." I was hoping that would give him the hint to leave me be for just a bit longer.

"Oh, really?" He ran his fingers through his hair. "What's happening?" He wasn't fully focused on me, being distracted by his own breathing and recovery from his workout. He pulled on his muscles and massaged them.

"Well, the two love interests are about to get together, so..."

He let out a deep breath before resting his head in your lap. "Read to me. Your voice always relaxes me."

I laughed nervously. "I'm sure you don't want to hear about this."

He smirked up at me. "I'm sure I'll surprise you." He waved his hands at me. "Go. C'mon now."

I shook my head and laughed at him, making sure he knew of my resistance to doing this, so he couldn't complain later. I cleared my throat and opened the book where my thumb had been keeping place.

"I walked toward the exit and turned around to give him a thumbs up before I exited, but he was gone. He wasn't one to leave an award show like this without saying goodbye and making his exit known. That wasn't the kind of guy he was.

"I didn't know where he was, but I needed to locate him. He had an obligation to fulfill tonight and I wasn't going to get in the way of this one, too. I turned a corner and ran into a hard body I recognized. 'What do you think you're doing?' he said." Mick listened to my words and traced his finger up and down my bicep as I held the book in one hand. He was surely about to regret his decision to listen to what I was reading.

I was too distracted by the feeling of his touch that his voice brought me out of my high. "Are you going to continue, my love?"

I rolled my eyes and looked back at the words on the page. "Next thing I knew, he was checking the hall for people before pulling me into a coat closet. He slid the straps of my dress down painstakingly slow but still with so much urgency. He ripped his tie off and grabbed both of my hands, not letting a silly coat closet let him forget about how he likes it." My voice faltered and I hoped he didn't notice. He traced shapes on my skin and focused on my voice.

"He tied my hands behind my back and let his snake around to my front, groping my tits and rolling my nipples between his fingertips." He started to shift in my lap, but stayed relatively still. I waited for him to make a silly comment about the content of my book, but nothing came, so I continued. "My head fell back in pleasure and my body shuddered at his touch. His fingers crept slowly crept upwards and he pulled my body into his with a firm grip around my neck. My silk dress slipped down leaving me exposed. His rough skin planted a sharp slap on my ass. I wanted to react, but couldn't move with his hand on my throat."

He sat up and ran his hand through his hair. He didn't seem as uncomfortable as I expected him to be. "Do you enjoy reading this kind of stuff?" Oh no. Here comes the shaming.

I sighed. "I do, it's fun and-"

"You don't have to defend yourself. Just put the book down." What was going on? He walked into the closet and came out with one of his ties in hand and a devilish grin on his face. "Stand up and turn around," he ordered.

I was confused at first, not used to this side of him, but I stood up and did as he said. He looped his tie strategically around my wrists. "Where did you learn to do that?" I jokingly asked.

"Research," he said grimly. "Now, shut your mouth." He pushed my body into the wall next to me. He had never told me to shut up before, but I loved it. He pulled my shorts down swiftly and placed his hand on my bare ass. He rubbed a few soft circles before lifting his hand and placing a throbbing red handprint on my cheek. I winced in pain, but moaned with pleasure. "Your safe word is apple. If you make any other sound, I'm going to have to spank you again. So, be a good girl, okay?" I nodded with my face pressed against the wall, giving me a view of Mick behind me out of the corner of my eye. He looked sexy and confident. I wanted to rip this tie off my hands and push him onto the bed, but I knew he was enjoying this. Most of the time, he was focused on my pleasure, so it was his turn to have some fun.

I sucked in a sharp breath when his hand hit my backside once again. "Darling, you know the rules." I made quick eye contact with him, his eyes full of lust and desire. I winced and jumped as my body rocked into the wall from his contact. I moaned at the collision with the wall and tilted my head back, desperate for him to touch me in any other way. His hand rested at the base of my neck and I couldn't get the vision of his long fingers out of my head. I couldn't see them, but I could feel their full implications all over my body.

His strategically placed fingers limited the blood rushing to my head and made my whole body throb. I was so used to telling him what I wanted and then getting it. This wasn't how we usually had sex. My back arched, pushing my ass into his hard cock straining in his pants. "Come on babe," I choked with his fingers around my throat. "Please, just fuck me."

He lifted his hand and placed it firmly over my mouth. "Didn't I tell you to shut up?" My eyes squeezed shut when I realized that I deserved the slap I received for those comments. I needed to let him have control or else this wasn't going to work.

I could hear his belt clambering around and I crossed my fingers that he was going to give into me. I felt him jerk himself a few times behind me and I arched my back again, needy and desperate. He laughed. "You think I'm going to fuck you after you disobeyed me?" He moved to push my tied up hands into my lower back to keep me in place. I was turning him on and he didn't like that. Slowly, his fingers slipped down and between my legs. I flinched when I felt one easily slide inside of me. I moaned because he was occupied. He was touching himself with one hand and had the other inside of me, so he had no free hands to keep me quiet.

As I moaned, I heard him grunt in response behind me. He was losing control when he was most vulnerable. I turned back to see his eyes squeezed shut in pleasure and his abs flexed, a few beads of sweat dripping down his body.

I wasn't sure how he was going to react to me speaking, but I needed him. "More," I begged desperately.

He said nothing and slipped in another finger, curling it to hit just the right spot. I let my vision go out of focus as my legs went numb in pleasure. I turned to watch him touch himself as I came on his fingers. My moans sent him over the edge and I felt his release on my back.

I caught my breath as I was pressed against the wall. He slowly undid his tie and wiped my back, leaving soft kisses on my shoulders.

"Was that okay?" He asked, planting a kiss on my lips.

I chuckled. "Of course it was okay. It just came out of nowhere."

He rolled into bed and slid under the covers, holding his arms out for me. "Well, I've been thinking about it for a little while, but I wasn't sure how to bring it up. Your book caught me by surprise in the best way possible."

"I hope you enjoyed yourself." I pulled the covers around me and snuggled into his chest. "Just don't expect me to listen to your orders like that around the house."

"Not like you listened to me when you were tied up anyway..."

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[gottaloveanime12]

You taste so sweet~

Crush x reader (you guys just started dating)

Genre: fluff & spice

Warnings: suggestive content ahead

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‘Ding’

You pulled out the cake, wafting your hands on top, smelling the delicious vanilla cake. Now, to the best part - the decorating!

You whipped out the frosting, and started putting different decorations on top of the cake. When you had some frosting on your fingers, you licked them off since they were so good and sweet.

You decided to bake a cake for C/N and his parents, since his parents were really nice, and you were grateful for that. His parents didn’t mind you sleeping in C/N’s room either, which made it nice since he had a TV in his room you could use to binge watch your favourite shows.

C/N was sleeping in today, since it was Saturday so you had the whole kitchen to yourselves, because C/N’s parents were planning to go out today. You decided to have them eat the cake when they come back, which was probably late at night.

After gazing at the final product, you smiled to yourself as you wiped your nose with your sleeve.

Then you felt a pair of arms around wrapped around you.

“C- C/N?”

“Yes Y/N?” He said, cuddling against your shoulders.

“H- how long have you been up?” You asked.

“A while. Why?”

“Nothing, just wanted to know.” You smiled, “I baked a cake this morning while you were still asleep.”

“Hmm”, C/N smelled the cake, and looked at you, “It does smell really nice. I’d like to have a try of that frosting.”

“Yes, it’s really good, but you’ll have to wait for tonight, it’s not fair for your parents.”

“Ahh fineee.” He said, but then you saw his eyes lit up.

“Hmm? What is it?” You asked, tilting your head a bit to look at him.

He then grabbed the frosting holder (sry im not sure what it’s called) you were holding, and squirted some on your face and neck.

“O- oi what are you doing! Hey stop! Now my face is all sticky and-”

His lips brushed against your lips, and moved to lick your cheeks that once had frosting on it.

“C- C/N?”

“Hmm… it does taste really good. I’m glad I placed some more-”

He continued to lick your face again, on the spots where it was covered in frosting.

“H- Hey! I- I said you can’t taste it before tonight!” You said, blushing like mad.

“I mean… I’m just cleaning you off, am I not?” He chuckled happily tasting the frosting.

“I- I-” You couldn’t say anything, you were simply too flustered to even mutter a word.

After licking all the frosting on your face, he continued to go lower, sometimes biting on your neck, leaving faint marks as he licked you clean.

When he licked your sensitive spot, you couldn’t hold it in anymore. “C/N!”

You realised that you were just wearing a baggy shirt with underwear. You blushed, since it was his shirt you were wearing. (You wasn’t prepared to sleep over the night before)

“A- ah- Y- your parents are s- still home! W- what if they s- see us?”

“We are dating, right? So that shouldn’t be a problem.” He said huskily. “They are leaving soon…”

You became flustered, cheeks reddening at the thought of getting caught.

C/N turned you around, picking you up and placing you on the kitchen counter.

“C- C/N-” You squeaked, he kissed your forehead, then your cheeks, your nose and finally your lips. He captured your lips with such a light force, it was as light as feathers. You kissed back, your hands finding its way to his neck, pulling him closer.

“You taste so sweet.”

You didn’t forget about where you were, so you were still very nervous and cautious. Since you two have been dating, you two never made out a lot, so you were still new to this thing. It seems like C/N knows what he’s doing.

He occasionally nibbled on your lips, but you always didn’t know what he wanted. You were always too late to figure out what his intention was, so he always had to make you open your mouth.

He sneaked his hand up your thighs, making you gasp when he reaches your stomach.

He chuckled “Finally… I can taste you more now.”

You turned red, and you could feel that your face was really hot. C/N inserted his tongue into your mouth, exploring every inch of it, savouring the taste.

Your tongues fight for dominance, but he was touching you in places that made you short circuit, therefore ending you the victim.

He started moving from your lips to your collarbone, kissing down towards your neck, and you unconsciously arched your back in order to let him gain more access.

“C- C/N- a- ahh-”

“C/N! Let Y/N know that we’re leaving now!” C/N’s mom shouted. You heard the sound of footsteps becoming louder and louder.

With all your might, you pushed your boyfriend away, just in time as his mom peeked her head in the kitchen.

“Ah lovely you’re both here. Just wanting to let you two know that we’re leaving now, and we won’t be back until late tonight. You guys have the house all to yourselves! How wonderful.” She said sweetly, “Help me keep C/N in check, you never know what he might be up to.”

You smiled sweetly, fixing your hair and shirt, waving her goodbye. You heard the door close, and you looked down at your feet, not believing what had just happened. You looked over to C/N, seeing him standing there with his hand on his stomach, in the place where you pushed him with great force.

“S- sorry I might’ve pushed you too hard she just startled me that’s all I really didn’t mean to-”

He cut you off with a kiss, a tender and light one, one filled with love.

“It’s okay, I shouldn’t have pushed that far anyways. Now since we have the whole day to ourselves, what do you want to do?” He asked sweetly, holding you into his chest.

“Um, I don’t really mind, you can choose.” You said, snuggling into him.

“Oh? I can choose? Well, how about…” He leaned into your ear, and whispered, “We finished where we left off in my room?”

You blushed, but nodded as he carried you into his room.

~~~~~

Ahhh >///< I hope you guys enjoyed it. This time I went more into the spice than the fluff, please lmk if that’s something I should do more!

~ Lily

[thefloorisbalaclava]

Sexting with Neighbor!Frankie (starts out as an innocent conversation and then turns absolutely filthy) 😶

oh I've been looking forward to this one!

warnings: some dirty talk (text)

[neighbor!frankie masterlist]

A week or so went by and you still hadn't stopped thinking about the way Frankie kissed you. His lips, his tongue, his taste--it was all still ingrained in your mind. You wanted to do it again badly, but didn't want to seem desperate. He texted you a few times but it never led to more.

That was until tonight.

Your phone buzzed on your bedside table and you already knew who was messaging you.

Frankie: hey u busy?

You: no. what's up?

Frankie: i wanna kiss u again also im a little drunk

You giggled at that and another message came through.

Frankie: u in bed?

You: yeah why?

Frankie: wish i was too

You: in your bed?

Frankie: yeah with u

Your eyes widened at that and your face grew hot.

Frankie: sorry.

You: don't be. i kinda wish you were in bed with me too.

Frankie: then i could kiss u again. i love kissing u.

Frankie: sry. i need to stop drinkin

You: is that all you wanna do in bed with me?

Did you really just send that message? It had been a very long time since you 'sexted' anyone but you hope you don't scare him away.

Frankie: i wanna do more. i dream about u

You: you do? good dreams?

Frankie: dreams i shouldnt be havin.

You: oh yeah?

Frankie: brb gotta walk my friends out

You waited a few moments for him to text you back but when your phone buzzed this time it was more than a text. Frankie had sent you a picture. The angle was a little weird and the picture slightly blurry but he was a little drunk. You could still see him though and that was the important thing.

He was smiling a bit and his hair was slightly messy. He had a flannel shirt on with the sleeves rolled up and jeans that accentuated his lovely thighs. His tummy poked out a little and that made you smile. You were gonna pretend you didn't see the bulge that was oh so obvious.

Frankie: how do i look?

You: you look great.

It was only fair to send him a picture back right? You sat up in bed and took a quick picture for him, making sure it wasn't too much. Though right now you'd send this man any kind of picture he wanted.

Frankie: oh wow. u look so comfy and sexy. i'm gonna tell u something. u promise u won't get mad?

You: promise

Frankie: i think about having sex with u

You dropped your phone to grab a pillow and scream into it. You giggled excitedly then took a few deep breaths to calm down.

You: do you really? and how is it?

Frankie: fuckin amazing. sry. is that wrong? sry. r u mad at me?

You: why would i be mad at you?

Frankie: cuz i said i wanna have sex with u

You: maybe i wanna have sex with you too

You imagined him sitting up straight and gawking at his phone when he got that message. It was time to surprise him a little more.

You: that night we kissed...i wanted more

Frankie: like what?

You: i wanted to climb into your lap and straddle you and feel you against me

He took a while to respond and you wondered if you had creeped him out. Or maybe he had fallen asleep.

Frankie: i bet u feel good. its been so long. i need good.

You: you need good?

Frankie: yeah u know

You did know. Your phone buzzed again and it was another picture. You gasped at the sight of his bare chest and boxer briefs which didn't leave much to the imagination. This man was sending thirst traps and probably didn't even know what that meant. He was beyond handsome. The tipsy little smile on his face was adorable. Your eyes trailed down to his chest, his soft tummy, the happy trail. You were biting your lip.

Frankie: was that inappropriate? u can block me if it was. sry.

You: you're sexy

Frankie: i am? thx. im in bed now too. wish u were layin with me. id kiss u again.

You: i want you to do more than that

Frankie: ill do whatevr u want

The next thing you sent...you had no idea what came over you but it was sent and there was nothing you could do about it now.

You: i want you to fuck me

You couldn't see him but if you could you would've seen him drop his phone on his face. It took everything in him not to roll out of bed and be at your door in a minute flat.

Frankie: i would make love to u

You smiled at that.

You: i'd like that

Frankie: i would tell u how beautiful i think u r while i do. if u want, id let u get on top to show me how u like it

You: you're just fucking perfect, aren't you?

Frankie: far from it. i am horny as fuck for u tho

You: i am for you too. i might have to touch myself

Once again, you couldn't see him but if you could you would've seen that he had beaten you to the punch. Every text from you took him higher and higher and soon he would hit the peak.

Frankie: what r u gonna think about?

You: you and your kisses. i'll look at those pictures you sent too.

Frankie: anything else?

You: you inside of me

That was almost enough for him right there. You knew he said you guys would take it slow but, damn, if this wasn't making it hard.

Frankie: do u wanna make love to me for real?

You nodded your head as if he could see you.

You: yeah i really do

Frankie: let's make it happen

You sat up again.

You: when?

Frankie: whenever ur ready

You were ready right fucking now but you had to control yourself. He had had a few drinks and though he was only slightly drunk, you wanted him to be completely sober when you had him for the first time.

You: soon. i promise

Frankie: lookin forward to it 😘

You sent him another picture. This time you were blowing him a kiss.

You: sleep tight, sexy 😉😘

He had something to take care of first but you didn't need to know that.

Frankie: goodnight beautiful ❤

[ickle-ronniekins]

dance with me

request from nonnie! “Hello! Im terribly in love with your writing! I was wondering if maybe, Charlie takes Bill, the twins an (either oc or reader insert) to a muggle party and they’re all super confused but love it and Fred is completely smitten by the OC when she danced and maybe did something weird/special of your choosing. I hope it isnt much, lots of love for u and Mischief Managed! ♥️”

pairing: fred x muggle!reader

word count: 2.2k

A/N: my dudes i don’t even know what the fuck this is but i loved this request so much, didn’t mean to make it sad, sry, also you can interpret this how you will.. personally i think they’re both too vulnerable rn to ~get it on~ but i like to think that maybe fred would open his heart again after this and she’d mend his heartbreak..... brb making myself big sad !!!!!! but listen if you wanna imagine him pinning her against the wall and having the time of his life then go for it, man i'm just...... big into angst;;;;;;; pls reblog & leave feedback & things of the like, thank you loves

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The foggy, wet streets of the city were unappealing compared to the very comforting, open landscape next to the Burrow. The very last thing that Fred and George had wanted to do was follow their two eldest brothers in the frigid, rainy weather to some silly Muggle party in central London.

Especially Fred.

He didn’t want to be forced out of the one place that made him somewhat happy, especially when he was still nursing the heartbreak that had been causing him so much unpleasantness.

But they’d obliged, because Charlie had nearly pounced on the two of them about it, and they’d much rather go to this than be forced to sit inside the Burrow with pompous Percy -- although, since the war, he had admittedly gotten better at not being a self-righteous git.

The twins had a ton on their plate; not to mention, Fred wasn’t in the mood for any of it. They were dragged out of their business shop by Bill, who was adamant about the fact that they’d both needed a night out, and when they’d tried to persist, telling their eldest brother many times that they had too much to do before the newest shipment of magical inventions came in, Bill had nearly hexed the pair of them, causing them both to shut up almost instantaneously.

But now, as bright, fluorescent lights hit the middle of the room, highlighting you, your smooth and effortless dance moves, and the very lazy grin on your face as you sang along to the booming music in between sips of your drink, Fred wasn’t so huffy about being here anymore.

His heartbreak didn’t seem so heavy anymore.

At least right now, it didn’t.

Admittedly, Bill was right. They really did need a night out. They’d been so bloody busy working that they hadn’t even been to the pub in a few weeks’ time. Ever since the war, business had seemed to escalate, which was really saying something, considering it was incredibly busy even before all of this had gone down. The two of them hardly ever had a moment to breathe. Which, they supposed, was good for Fred. Kept him occupied, kept his mind at bay. But they reckoned they probably needed to hire some more help. Ron had reluctantly agreed to lend a hand. It was Hermione’s idea. A brilliant one, at that.

George thrust a beer frustratingly into his twin’s hands. “We’ve got so much to do, mate.”

“Yeah,” Fred replied breathlessly, truly not listening to a word George was saying.

Fred Weasley had always had it easy when it came to the ladies. They flocked to him, really. He didn’t like to admit it so as not to come off like an entitled prat, but it was true. It was probably due to the fact that he was always making everyone laugh -- something that came equally as easy to him. Perhaps it was his bright red hair that the girls ogled over. Maybe it was his wicked sense of adventure, and the fact that he was always landing himself in questionable situations more often than not. But that was school. He could easily impress those girls at school. He hadn’t had too in a while, though. He’d been happily tied up with the same person for years — that is, until he wasn’t. Until she’d picked someone else.

This was different, though. This was a Muggle party, in the middle of central London, in someone’s sweaty, sticky flat with a bunch of people he didn’t know. Fred couldn’t do magic here. He couldn’t impress someone with his inventions or with his stories about adventure without giving away the fact that he was a from a magical background. He couldn’t use his usual tricks in front of all of these Muggles or he’d be in a ton of hot water.

He also couldn’t let his very intense vulnerability and his rusty flirting get in the way.

But he wouldn’t be Fred Weasley if he didn’t try, right?

It was always easy for Fred to be able to flirt absentmindedly with women. But with his heart in a fragile state, he wasn’t so sure it would be easy tonight.

Bill, picking up on his younger brother’s locked knees and fingers gripped tight around his beer, stopped in front of them. “You alright, Fred?”

“Yeah,” Fred said again, clearing his throat and swigging a bit of his drink. He then thrust the nearly full beer into Charlie’s hands, who furrowed his brows in a confused look. Fred continued, “More than okay. Hey, you guys have fun -- I’ll catch up with you in a bit, alright?”

He left his brothers standing at the other end of the room as he pushed through tons of people. When he’d finally made it to the middle, you were gone. He casually swerved around, peering all around the room to try and meet the gaze with the eyes he felt like he’s known for years already. He then spotted you toward the corner, pouring yourself another drink. His feet began moving before he could register exactly what he was doing; so quickly, in fact, that he hadn’t even heard the obnoxious exchange of words and laughter from behind him from his brothers.

“Merlin, can we go anywhere without Fred picking someone up?”

“Give him a break, mate -- he hasn’t seen anyone since everything unraveled with the last one. It’s been almost two years. Reckon this is good for him — for me, too.”

“Wish it was that easy for me to pick someone up, bloody hell.”

With his heart pounding unnaturally against his ribcage, Fred slid next to you and too began to pour himself a drink, glad to have gotten rid of that beer that Charlie was now undoubtedly guzzling. He opened his mouth to speak, but much to his surprise, you spoke first.

“Ahh -- a whiskey man, are you?”

He was taken aback at the sultry sound of your voice; maybe it was because the music was pounding in his ears, or the fact that you were this foreign person he desperately found himself wanting to know, and very quickly. He looked down at his drink, and then up at you. You were already sipping yours. “That a bad thing?”

“Not necessarily -- though I haven’t decided yet.”

The slight eyebrow raise you gave him made his insides twist. It was too early in the night for nerves. He swallowed them down as he took a swig of his very strong drink. “Haven’t decided, hm?”

You turned to him and then around to face the rest of the party. You inched closer and crossed your arms over your chest, and nodded. “There are three different types of men here tonight, you see. Those, over there,” you pointed with your pinky finger to a bunch of very frat-like men sipping lazily on their beers or glasses of wine, “they’ve come looking for something casual. Not so casual as far as one nighters go, but a fling. Something of the like. Those over on that end,” Fred followed your finger over to a very messy looking group of men who were dancing far too close with some women in the middle of the dance floor -- they looked like they all needed to get rooms. Separately. Merlin. “You know the type of night they’re looking for.”

Fred couldn’t help but snort a bit as he sipped casually.

“And then there’s you. Sipping your whiskey. Cute as ever.”

You turned back toward him and he raised an eyebrow. He was now feeling a bit self-conscious — he was both thrilled and equally embarrassed at being called “cute” by a woman as stunning as you, way out of his league and probably having quite a laugh yourself. He didn’t even know your name. What would you say next? You’d already deemed him the “third type of man” in the room, but the fact that he was a standalone, and not lumped in with another group, made him feel both overwhelmingly relieved, and also slightly terrified. But he tried to play it cool.

“What about me?”

You brought your hand to your hip and wet your lips, pondering this. A small smirk spread itself across your face, the fluorescent light flashing across your eyes. “I dunno yet,”

He liked that. He liked that you didn’t know anything about him. He liked that he didn’t have to be the bloke who made jokes to lighten the mood, the guy who loved messing with people, or the boy who got his heart broken by a girl who’d never really cared for him at all. He didn’t have to be any of those people. He could just be Fred.

“Haven’t decided, I reckon? Like the whiskey?”

You smiled; it was bad enough that Fred was losing his mind solely at the perfume you were wearing, and the fact that this conversation was going absolutely nothing like what he’d planned. Your eyes met his and your voice was soft when you leant in closer, “That’s what makes it so bloody dangerous.”

He didn’t know what the bloody hell you meant by that but he didn’t seem to mind, especially when you grabbed him by the shirt and led him to the dance floor again, slinging your arms around his neck and pulling him close to you as some slow song he’d never heard blared through the speakers in the corner.

“And to think — I was just going to come over here and see if I’d even be lucky enough to have a chat,”

You laughed at this, shutting your eyes whilst doing so, and Fred noticed something sparkly painted on your skin toward the edges of your eyes. “What can I say? You’ve intrigued me.”

Perhaps he could do this without any magic. Bloody difficult to not talk all about it, though.

Perhaps his vulnerability would subside, and he’d be able to talk and flirt and dance without thinking back on his own overwhelming heartache that had rendered him nearly useless the last few months.

But after a while, he stopped worrying. The music was so loud, your laughter so infectious, that he’d forgotten all about all those stupid jokes he’d wanted to make about his shop, about Hogwarts, about the magic he’d learned growing up. It wasn’t until you’d asked him to be in the moment with you that he’d truly remembered them.

“Just,” you’d started, tugging gently on the collar of his shirt and biting your bottom lip as another song played loudly, “just be here with me, okay?”

Fred wondered, as glassiness seemed to fill your eyes through a grin at him, if you, too, were in need of this night out.

Maybe you were nursing some kind of heartbreak, too.

Maybe you were also trying to find some type of normal.

It was in your tone — in the way your voice trembled slightly when you’d said be here with me. He didn’t think you were looking for something like a fling, like those guys you’d pointed at before. And he definitely knew that you weren’t looking for one night and one night only, like those sloppy people he’d kept trying to avoid on the dance floor. Maybe, like you’d said, you just needed him to be here. In the moment. Just the two of you, shoes heavy against the hardwood floor, eyes sparkling underneath the lights.

He realized, when he peered down at you and felt some type of warmth for the first time since his own heart was crushed in its vulnerability, that he just needed you to be here with him, too.

So when you leant forward slowly, trying to read his expression, to see if it was okay to do what you wanted to do, he leant in too, pressing his lips gently to yours in a spark of electricity for the first time in Merlin only knows how long.

And what he tasted on your lips sent him spiraling.

When you pulled apart, he raised an eyebrow and smirked at you. “What?” You asked nervously, biting down on the bottom lip, desperately trying to hide the smirk that was growing on your face.

“A whiskey girl, eh?”

You shrugged casually, as if it meant nothing. But you both knew it meant everything. It was just strange, he thought — your first interaction just hours ago, the conversation you’d held, and how you were here, now, entangled together. You wiggled your eyebrows at him — and he was surprised that he found it both innocent and incredibly alluring. “Told you it’s dangerous.”

You sipped the very last of your drink before tossing your cup into the waste bin. Fred reckoned he could stay here all night, forgetting about all of the things that kept him up at night, the things that had been making him so bloody prone to unpleasantness for such a long time. He wanted to laugh again. He wanted to smile again. He wanted to love again.

When you cocked your head to the side and smiled softly at him, beginning to mouth the words to the music, he reckoned he might just be able too.

Then you tugged on both of his hands, placed them delicately across your waist as you locked your arms around his neck again, you said over the booming of the next stupid song you’d undoubtedly sing every word too,

“Just dance with me, Freddie.”

[bella-spil]

The Game

You and the rest of the Avengers play Cards Against Humanity.

Female reader.

Warnings: TONS of adult topics, TONS of cursing, a little bit of fluff (Don't read if you don't like adult topics)

Word count: 6.2k (sry that this is a longer one!)

A/N: sorry this took so long.  I had it saved as a draft, but then my account logged out and I had to retype the whole thing.  I hope you like it!!!!

@wednesday-add-em​ @angrythingstarlight​  if you wanna be tagged lmk.

"What game would that be, Parker?" Nat asked, suspicious.

"You'll find out if you chose to play," Peter declared.

As everyone else in the room started to wonder what "game" Peter was referring to, you Bucky and Sam were grinning at each other, knowing exactly what's gonna happen.  You start daydreaming all the possibilities that might happen, from funny scenarios in the cards to people arguing about who won.  They all seem great, but you knew it would be better once everyone would start playing. 

"Actually," Wanda announced, getting up from her seat.  "I'm pretty tired from the mission and the jet lag.  I'm gonna call it a night." 

"I am quite exhausted as well,"  Vision said, pushing his seat in. "I need a rest as well.  Goodnight everyone." 

"Congrats Y/N and Bucky!" Wanda shouted before she left the room, with Visions hand in hers.

"Wait, how can the android be tired?" Clint asked.  Then everyone in the room knew what the two avengers were going to be doing tonight. 

"WE KNOW YOU TWO ARE GOING TO FUCK TONIGHT!!!" Tony screamed at them.  Wanda heard Tony and flipped him off, still walking to her room with Vision.  Everyone at the table was laughing from Tonys antics, but you knew everyone might lose their voices by the end of tonight.

"So,"  Peter interrupted the laughing.  "Is anyone else going to leave to fuck?" 

All the avengers look at one another, seeing if anyone else would dare to get up from the table.  Nobody made a move, except for Steve who just squirmed in his seat, knowing he wasnt going to leave for fucking.  He wasn't the best in moments where there was something inappropriate involved, but he had a feeling that's what tonight would be full of.  So he decided to man up and stand his ground.  

"I dont think Im gonna fuck anybody tonight, unless Nat says so,"  Sam acknowledged.  Nat rolled her eyes at him and kicked him underneath the table.  Sam shifted in his seat, tears building up like a bomb about to explode.  Nat smiled to herself, not letting anyone get suspicious of her in any way.

"Lets go kid,"  Tony said.

"Alright then," Peter smiled.  "Everyone, follow me." 

Everyone followed Peter and got up from the table.  As they were following Peter, some of the avengers were whispering to one another.  They had no clue about what was happening, which made everything more exciting.  As they made their way to the living room, the game was already set up by Peter.  The cards were arranged neatly onto the coffee table into piles with little tags on top of them so everyone knew what they were for.  You patted Peter on the back to show how thankful you were for him.  

He smiled back at you and whispered, "You owe me for this."  

Then you glared at him and lit your hand on fire and shoved it in Peter's face.

"No, I don't think I do," you replied, smugly.  Peter gulped and inches away from you, not wanting to have his ass kicked before the game even started.  As you and Peter were bickering, the others behind you, except for Bucky, realized what the game was.  You could hear sighs of realization behind you and internally grinned.  You knew keeping them guessing would pay off in the long run.

"Oh, so we are playing this game?" Tony chuckled.

"Now I know why you and Parker were acting weird." Nat said, smiling at you.

"Told you you'd find out." you said. 

"Ok are we playing in teams or going rogue?" Clint asked.  

"In teams," Peter answered.  "Me and y/n already came up with teams of two and team names." 

"Oh god,"  Clint and Nat sigh while Tony is rolling his eyes.  Sam snickers, thinking team names are for little kids but Steve is looking at the cards, not knowing what they are.

"Wait, guys.  What is this game?" Steve questioned.  Everyone rolls their eyes at him and sighs.  Steve was very outdated, and even though he has been in modern times for about a decade now, he still had a ton of catching up to do.           

"What?"  Steve groaned.  "Ive been frozen for 70 years.  Give me a break!" 

"Steve, you're not the only one that's a bit outdated.  You have had a few more years to catch up then I have and I still know what this is."  Bucky protested, earning a snicker from everyone else on the team while Steve rolled his eyes and lightly punched Bucky in the arm.

"Mr. Rogers,"  F.R.I.D.A.Y. chimed in.  "Do you know the game Apples to Apples?" 

"Yeah why?"  Steve asked the A.I.

"Well, Cards Against Humanity is basically that game.  The only difference is that Cards Against Humanity is for a more mature audience." 

"That's a good way of putting it,"  Tony mocked. 

"Ok thank you F.R.I.D.A.Y.,"  Steve said.  "I'm all good now." 

"C'mon guys what are the teams?" Clint asked, getting impatient.

"I hope I'm with Nat."  Sam whispered, glancing at Nat once again.  Sam winked at her, but she punched him in the arm.  Nat liked using physical violence, but only went necessary, or if someone was annoying her, like Sam.  Everyone chuckled, but then they drew their attention back to Peter, who was waiting to announce the teams.

"Ok, first is me and Mr. Stark."  Peter announced.  "We are the Student and Master." 

"Kid, if we lose, I will take your suit away for a week."  Tony declared as he high fived Peter.  Peter gulped and took a seat with Tony around the table.  Everyone else was standing up, waiting to hear their name be called.

"Then, we have Steve and Nat, the Spys." you said.  Steve and Nat smiled at each other and sat down in front of Tony and Peter.  Sam, however, was not impressed and his mouth was to the floor.

"Are you kidding me? Sam shrieked.  "You put Star Spangled Banner with Nat?"

"The teams were already made," you shrugged.  "If you wanted to be with her so badly, you should have made a request." 

"I hate you,"  Sam retorted.  "I hope i'm not with the Wiener Soldier over there." 

"Shut it Pigeon,"  Bucky snapped.  You rolled your eyes at the two of them, who were still throwing looks at each other like they were elementary school kids that got into an argument.  

"Then me and Bucky are together,"  you said, taking a seat with the Winter Soldier on the right of Steve and Nat.  Everyone made kissy noises and ooed at the two of you as you sat down.

"Wait you forgot the team name!" Clint remembered.  You sighed before saying the embarrassing name.

"I didn't come up with the names, Peter did,"  you said, singling Peter out.  "We are the Lovebirds."  After you said the team name, everyone continued their antics of making kissing noises and everything else.

"Guess we are together, Clint," Sam realized, since Clint and himself were the last two people standing up.  They took their seats on the left of Steve and Nat, making themselves directly across from you and Bucky.  It seemed as if they did it on purpose, but you didn't care about that.  You were waiting for their reaction to their team name.

"Y/N, what's their team name?" Nat asked.  You and Bucky looked at each other, giggling like 5 year olds.  

"Peter, would you like to do the honors?" you asked.

Peter sighed, knowing this would end up good, but continued anyway.  "The Birdbrains."   Everyone started howling in laughter.  Sam and Clint looked at each other, then back at Peter, ready to pounce on him like lions.

"I'M GONNA KILL YOU, YOU LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT!!!!"  Sam shouted, running after Peter with Clint following suit.  Due to his Spidey Sense, Peter was able to dodge the two of them and ran out of the room, followed by an angry Sam and Clint.  Steve and Tony ran after them, trying to get the Birdbrains to come to their senses.  You and Nat rolled your eyes at each other while Bucky was sitting there chucking.

"Ugh, men," Nat sighed.  

You giggled as the five men took their seats.  Sam was still annoyed, smoke coming out of his ears.  Clint seemed ok, he looked like he enjoyed running after Peter.  Peter was laughing, not trying to be rude, but he was trying to control himself.

"Im gonna kill you," Sam said.

"Sure Birdbrain," Peter smirks.

As everyone gets the laughter out of their systems before the game starts, each team picks seven white cards from the pile.  Each team read their cards, giggling at some of them and having to hold in a cackle for others. 

"Ok who is going to be the judges first?" Steve asked.

"I mean Y/N and Bucky," Nat responded as if it was obvious.  "It's only fair that they go first." 

"Ok then," you said, grabbing the first black card of the night.  You grabbed the card and read it, and then you started laughing and showed it to Bucky.  He laughed as well and the both of you were able to regain your senses to read the card.

"Bucky you wanna read it?" you ask, still smiling.

"Sure," Bucky replied.  He cleared his throat before going on to read the card.  "Fun tip!  When your man asks you to go down on him, try surprising him with ______." 

Everyone started to laugh again.  But then, everyone's mode shifted from having fun to competition mode.  Everyone in the Avengers hated losing anything and tonight was no exception.  Each team was in deep discussion with their partners, deciding which card was the best to win the round.  After a couple of minutes, each team put their cards in the middle for you and Bucky to read.

"Ok," Bucky cleared his throat again.  "Fun tip!  When your man asks you to go down on him, try surprising him with..." He stopped to read the first white card.  "Drowning kids in the bathtub!  Holy shit!"  Everyone started laughing, including you.  That card was very dark, and very funny.

"When your man asks you to go down on him, try surprising him with… an erection that lasts longer than 4 hours."   Everyone lightly chuckled at this one, it wasn't as funny as the first card.     

"Lastly, when your man asks you to go down on him, try surprising him with… explaining how viaginas work.  Ok this one works for Steve 100%!"  Everyone laughed and agreed with Bucky.  Steve was smiling, not laughing.  He was trying to not show how true that was but it wasn't working out that well for him.

Then you and Bucky turned to one another and discussed who won this round.  You whispered for about less than a minute, since there was an obvious winner.  Then you and Bucky turned around to the three teams and announced your decision.  

"Drowning kids in the bathtub wins!" you declare.  Then Peter and Tony cheer and high five each other.

"We did it!" Peter cheered.

"Got ya, suckers!" Tony bragged.  

"Wait, how many black cards do you need to win?" Clint asked.  You looked at Peter, who shrugged.  It was a very good question, and you needed a minute to think about it.

"How about the first team with 10 black cards wins?"  you ask.  Everyone nodded and the game resumed.

"Ok, Peter, Tony, you judge." Bucky said.

Tony reached up to grab the card.  As he read it, he kept snickering.  When he finished, he showed Peter the card as he leaned into Peter's shoulder for support.  Peter was chuckling as well and leaned on Tony's head.  As far as you knew, Tony was very tough with Peter, but now, seeing them all cuddled up together laughing, it proved y9ou very wrong.  It took you by surprise, but you loved how cute they were together.  Tony was the father figure in Peter's life that he needed, and he was that figure for you as well.

"You wanna read it, Peter?" Tony asked.

"Sure," Peter said.  "When I was tripping on acid, ______ turned into ________."  Everyone chuckled at how ridiculous the card sounded and started to choose their cards for the round.

"Wait, how will you guys know which card goes first?" Steve asked.

"Put the first card on the top and the second one on the bottom." Peter replied.  Steve gave him a thumbs up and continued talking with Nat.  

As everyone was choosing their cards, you and Bucky were doing the exact same thing.  But in the middle of it, Bucky called you "doll."  Normally there's nothing wrong with this, it was something he called you since the two of you met.  But Sam was in the room.  And he heard it.  After Bucky said it, Sam started cackling like a witch.  He was rolled over on the floor, clutching to his stomach and tears covering his face.  Everyone else looked up and wondered what in the world was so funny, since none of them heard Bucky's nickname for you.  You didn't know why he was laughing, but Bucky knew the exact reason.  He wasn't going to say anything to draw attention to himself or you.  Instead he just gave a death stare at Sam, and nobody noticed.

"Partner, you good down there?" Clint asked, confused.  Sam was still laughing as he got up from the floor.

"Yeah," Sam coughed.  After he caught his breath, he saw Bucky glaring at him.  He waved at Bucky, like he had no clue what he did.  When your head was looking at the cards, he flipped Sam off and Sam stuck his tongue out and put his finger by his throat, signaling that Bucky would get it later.  Bucky rolled his eyes and returned his attention back to you and the game.

After a couple minutes, three cards were placed in the middle, ready to be read by the Student and Master.

"Everyone hush!!! Tony scolded, and everyone in the room immediately shut up.  "Thank you.  Kid, you may read the first card." 

"Thanks Mr. Stark," Peter said.  "When I was tripping on acid, Danny DeVito turned into pixelated bukkake!  Oh my god! What the FUCK?" Everyone was clutching on the remaining air that was left in their lungs.  All of the teams were laughing to the point where faces were turning purple.

"What does that mean?" Steve quietly asked, not wanting a lecture about how pure he was.  But everyone heard since the laughter was dying down, but it resumed once more after what Steve said.  It took another couple of minutes for everyone to control themselves again.  

"I'll explain later, Steve." Sam reassured.  Steve rolled his eyes and let Tony and Peter continue.

"Ok, when I was tripping on acid, blowing my boyfriend so hard he shits turned into incest." Peter continued.  He laughed at the end and everyone joined him.

"My turn, shut up!!" Tony barked.  "Ahem.  When I was tripping on acid, my sex life turned into..."  Tony never finished reading the card.  His eyes were glued to the last white card.  It was like he did not comprehend what was on the card. 

"Am I- am I reading this right?" he asked Peter.  Peter took a look at the card and he snorted.

"Yeah.. yeah." Peter snickered.  "You are reading that right, Mr. Stark." 

"Ok I just wanted to make sure i'm not getting too old." Tony said.  "When I was tripping on acid, my sex life turned into braiding three penises into a twizzler.  Alright, who the fuck thinks this is ok?" 

Everyone was cackling and laughing again.  Tony was ranting on about how obscene the card was and how that would never work in real life, which was making it harder to stop laughing.  Once Tony was finished complaining and asking F.R.I.D.A.Y. if the card was able to actually happen, the laugher subsided and Tony and Peter started deliberating.  They took longer than you and Bucky, which made it seem as if it was a close round.  Finally, Peter stood up and revealed the winning card.

"Before I announce the winning card, I have a question for Mr. Rogers." Peter announced.

"Sure, Peter.  Whats up?" Steve asked.

"Did you understand what the last card meant?" Peter asked.  Everyone chuckled lightly.  Not that it wasn't funny.  Everyone knew if they laughed too hard, they would have a hard time breathing.    

Steve rolled his eyes and sighed dramatically before answering the question.  "Yes.  I understood that reference." 

Bucky stood up and started applauding for Steve.  He was joined by you, Nat, Tony and the Birdbrains.  Steve stood up and took a bow, thanking everyone and waving like a celebrity.      

"Thank god you did," Nat sighed in relief.

"Finally, you get something!" Bucky rejoiced.

"This was a close one but the sex life one wins for sure!" Peter said.

Clint and Sam got up again and started to cheer, high fiving and chest bumping.  They even did some weird thing that was supposed to be a bird call, since they were the Birdbrains.  To you, it sounded like a cat dying in an alleyway from food poisoning.  Once they finished their bird call, the Birdbrains sat down and bragged about their first win of the night.

"Yeah yeah! Deal wit dat!" Sam yelled.

"Losers!" Clint cheered, making an "L" with his hand and putting it on his forehead.

"We will see who has the last laugh," Nat grunted.

"Birdbrains!" you chimed in.  

"Shut it Lovebirds!" Sam shouted back at the two of you.  He went to pick up the next black card.  Bucky looked around the room, not knowing why he was blamed and not Nat.  Nat smirked at Bucky and Bucky just rolled his eyes.  You giggled while Bucky stuck the middle finger back at Sam, for the like the 100th time tonight.

Sam and Clint read the card and started to laugh again, but it wasn't a big one, just a chuckle.

"Hehe.  Shut it Clint.  I gotta read the card!" Sam scolded.  Clint stopped laughing, but his face looked like it was about to explode any minute now as Sam started to read the card.

"White people like _____" Sam read.  Everyone giggled and went back to their groups to decide which card would be the best.  In a few minutes, each team was ready and placed their cards in the middle.  

"We got this one Steve." Nat said.

"Yeah, Nat.  Lets go!" Steve cheered as he high fived his partner.

"No, Spys," Tony sighed.  "We do because we are the best.  No questions needed to be asked.  Right kid?" 

"Yes sir!" Peter joined in.  The two of them fist bumped and made faces at the Spys and Lovebirds.

"Oh be quiet," Bucky sighed.  "Let the stupid Birdbrains read the fucking cards."  You smiled as Bucky held his arm around you a little tighter than before.  You knew Bucky wasn't the most patient person, and it seemed like the Birdbrains were taking as long as possible just to annoy your boyfriend.  You knew you would win in the end though.  And if you didn't, the Winter Soldier would kick their asses to their graves.

"Thank you.  Ahem," Sam cleared his throat.  "White people like jerking off into a pool of children's tears.  Holy fuck."  Everyone laughed at the card, just like all the others before it.          

"That's my kind of humor.  Continue Sam." Clint chuckled.  You knew Clint had a very different sense of humor than most of the people at the Compound.  You had become friends with him by understanding his jokes that nobody else understood.  Even Peter was able to understand some of Clint humor, which was a shocker to everyone.  Clint enjoyed having someone that understood him, even if it was for jokes about drowning kids.

"Next, white people like.." Sam never finished reading the card.  He shoved the card in Clints face and walked out of the room to get a breath of fresh air.  Clint looked at everyone to see if they knew why he walked out, but you and everyone else were just as lost.  Then Clint looked at the card and had an "aha"  moment.  

"White people like a falcon with a cap on its head." Clint finished.  Everyone knew the card wasn't funny.  But since Sam's superhero name was "Falcon," it seemed so funny.  Bucky was trying very hard not to laugh and so were Steve, Nat and Clint.  Peter was about to laugh, but Tony was able to cover Peter's mouth in time.  Tony raised his free hand to his mouth, making a "shush" motion.  You were sitting there, smirking to yourself since you knew it wasn't the right time to laugh.

Then Sam came back into the room after a couple of minutes.  He was clearly upset of something so stupid, which made it even harder not to laugh.  Sam was staring at you and Bucky, thinking it was the two of you since Bucky and him were friends, but not really.  Sam was eyeing everyone in the room like a hawk, trying to see if anyone had changed their facial expression or something else.  

"Sam, you wanna read the last card?" Clint asked.

"No," Sam stated, bluntly.  "You read it." 

"White people like three dicks at the same time." Clint finished with a light chuckle, and all the other teams followed suit.

"Ok, drowning kids in the bathtub wins." Clint decided, without having to deliberate.

"Agreed." Sam said.

Bucky picked you up in the air and spun you around.  He hugged you so tight, you had to tap him so you could breath.  As you and Bucky bask in your victory, Sam is still looking at the Student and Master and the Spies.  He was being a detective, looking for little details that might lead him to the culprits that put that card down.  

"Who put the fucking card down?" Sam asked.  All of the sudden, Tony and Peter start laughing out of control.  Sam knew those two were the criminals in his crime.  He took a deep breath, trying his best not to go over and take Peter down to the ground.

"Im gonna kill you." Sam growled.

"Save it Birdbrain," Nat told off.  "First team to ten.  Then you can kill them." 

"You bet yo ass I will," Sam grunted.

~~~

The rest of the night carried on in a flash.  The night was filled with laughter, smiles and cheers as each team won a round.  When you started playing, it was around 8:30 pm.  But now, it was 11:50 pm.  Everyone was definitely tired, as everyone started to yawn and get bags underneath their eyes.  

You and Bucky were doing very well together.  You guys won a ton of rounds and always celebrated with Bucky hugging you and spinning you around the room.  But you weren't tired.  The adrenaline from the game was serving as a source of energy, and it was the same source for all the other teams too. 

Peter and Tony were doing very well too.  They won a couple rounds as well and they always high fived when they won.  But whenever they lost, Tony threatened Peter, saying he would take away his suit and suspend him from being an Avenger.  And as the night progressed, you and everyone kept forgetting the score for your teams.  So Tony asked F.R.I.D.A.Y. to keep track of the score for the rest of the night.  And she did, very well.  

Sam and Clint were very competitive and sometimes it served in their favor.  They won a few like you and Bucky and Peter and Tony.  Clint was yawning by 9:50, he wasn't used to staying up late, but he was having fun nonetheless.  Sam, however, was full of energy, matching your level.  He grabbed tons and tons of candy, ice cream and other junk food as the night progressed, serving as a food and energy source for all of the teams.  Sam ate so much in fact that he got a sugar high at about 10:00 pm, but it wore off a few minutes later.   

Steve and Nat were doing good,but not as well and you and Bucky.  They won a few rounds, sure, but not as many as they would like.  Nat was pretty calm, but when Sam was "high" he was trying to be smooth and get Nat to go out with him.  She hit him repeatedly, and she smiled with gusto as she did, which made you laugh.  Steve to your surprise, was getting a little worked up.  He sighed in annoyance whenever they lost a round, and roared in happiness whenever they won.

~~~

"Ok, what's the score F.R.I.D.A.Y.?" Nat asked.

"The score for the Lovebirds is nine," F.R.I.D.A.Y. recited.  "The Spies have seven.  The Student and Master have nine as well.  And finally, the Birdbrains have nine.  Is that all Mrs. Romanoff?" 

"Your good, thanks F.R.I.D.A.Y." Nat thanked.    

"Ok since you guys have nine each, me and Nat will judge this last round." Steve said.  "This is it, the last one.  Winner takes all!"

As Steve finished his speech, Nat rolled her eyes and muttered something under her breath as she went to grab the final black card..  You knew Bucky had superb hearing, so you leaned to ask him what she said.

"Buck, what did she say?" you asked, quietly.

"She was just saying something about how Steve has a speech for every little thing." Bucky whispered.  You giggled under your breath.

As Nat read the card, she showed it to Steve, who started to giggle like a five year old.

"Steve, this isn't that funny," Nat groaned.

"Just read the card," Steve sighed as he regained control of his breathing.

"Ugh." Nat sighed.  "Kids, I don't need drugs to get high.  I'm high on _____."  Everyone chuckled at the card and turned to their partners for the last time.  

"Kid, this is it," Tony said.

"Yep," Peter said.

"We gotta go big or go home."  Tony said.  Then, Tony and Peter looked through the cards and finally, they had their eyes set on their winning card.

"This, my student, is gold," Tony remarked.  "No, no.  Scratch that.  It's the diamond in the rough."

"Do you know the movie Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory?" Peter asked.

"Yeah why?"

"Well, this card is like our golden ticket to victory Mr. Stark." Peter said.

"I don't want another pop culture reference out of you for the rest of the night.  You understand?" Tony scolded.  Peter gulped as Tony placed their card in the middle of the table.

"Clint?" Sam asked.

"Sam?" Clint asked.

"This is it." Sam said.

"This is it." Clint said.  "We gotta give 'em the money."

"Give em the money!" 

"We gotta win."

"We have to show those little shits who the fucking bosses are." Sam declared.

"Yes sir," Clint agreed.  As the Birdbrains were chanting, boosting their confidence, they interrupted Bucky's train of thought, and yours as well.    To you, they sounded like the football teams in the locker room.  When the coach is giving the team a pep talk during the halftime show in the Superbowl, boosting the teams confidence.  You were giggling to yourself as you heard them, and Bucky caught on.  As you looked back at him, you saw a glimmer in his heavenly, blue eyes, filled with mischief.  He had his signature smirk, his one for trouble on as well.

"Doll, watch this," he whispered.  He looked over at Sam and Clint, and you waited to see what he would do next.

"YEAH BIRDBRAINS! PREACH!!!" he shouted, clapping his hands and cheering them on, mocking them.

Sam and Clint immediately stop and glare at Bucky, who is smirking at them and batting his eyelashes at them, while you are cuddled up into his shoulder laughing at the Winter Soldiers antics.

"SHUT IT LOVEBIRDS!!!" Sam and Clint clap back. 

"Ok, before we were so RUDELY interrupted," Sam grunted.  

"Very RUDELY," Clint agreed.

"Do you agree that this one is the winner?" Sam asked.  Clint looked at the card that Sam was referring to and nodded his head.  Then Sam took the card and placed it in the middle.  You and Bucky were the team that everyone was waiting for.

"Ok doll," Bucky said.  "Don't worry.  We got this in the bag."

"Yeah we got this." you agreed, smiling at your boyfriend.

Bucky looked at the other teams and pointed at them while they were waiting for you guys.  "They don't know who they are dealing with.  They are messing with the fucking Lovebirds and they have made a BIG fucking mistake." 

"Yeah we got this.  Also.." you said slyly, biting your lip at Bucky, putting your hand in his hair and leaning into his ear so only he could hear.  "If we do win.. We can have some fun later, if you know what I mean."

When you pulled away, looking back at the cards, you looked at Bucky through the corner of your eyes.  His eyes bulged open and he looked at you, smirking and biting his bottom lip.

"Oh doll," he groaned, his voice deeper and as smooth as chocolate. 

"This card looks good right?" you asked, your tone completely changed from full of lust to innocence.  Bucky kept staring at you and smiled at you.  He always had a hard time believing he was dating you, but tonight, he realized he wanted you till the day he died.

"Yeah, you do." he blushed.  You giggled at him and gave him a peck on the cheek before you put your card into the middle.

"Ok everyone ready?" Steve asked, grabbing the cards from the table.  Everyone nodded, nerves were bouncing off the walls for all the teams.  

"First card." Steve announced.  "Kids, I don't need drugs to get high.  I'm high on..." He looked at the card and snickered, making sure his eyes weren't play tricks on him.  "I'm high on anal beads."  The room was roaring with laughter as Steve blushed after reading the card.  It took everyone about 10 minutes to calm down and let the Spies read the next card.

"That's method." Tony sighed.

"That's fucked up," Nat coughed.

"That's kinky as fuck!" Sam exclaimed.

"Next: Kids, I dont need drugs to get high," Nat read.  "I'm high on selling crack to children."  Nat's voice cracked with shock as she finished reading the card in horror.  Everyone cracked up even more.

"That's sick!" Clint said.

"Twisted!" Peter agreed.

"Ok whoever put that card down has the balls and I fucking live for it." you smiled, still laughing.

"What the hell?" Bucky sighed, putting his head in his metal hand, trying to process what Nat read.

"Then, last but not least, Nat will you do the honors?" Steve asked.

"It would be my honor," Nat grinned.  Before she started reading, she cleared her throat, overexagrating a little bit, which caused everyone to chuckle.  "Kids, I don't need drugs to get high.  I'm high on… what the fuck?" Nat looked at the card she had to read and started cackling like a witch.

"Nat, you ok over there?" you asked.

"Yeah Im fine." Nat chuckled.  "I'm high on a good sniff."  Everyone in the room was soon cackling like Nat.  And you sounded like witches.  You wondered how Wanda and Vision were "sleeping" with all the noise you guys were making.  After everyone calmed down, Steve wasn't out of breath like everyone else.

"Nat, that means what I think it means right?" Steve asked quietly.

"What do you think it means Steve?" Nat sighed.  Steve leaned into her ear and whispered what he thought it was.  You asked Bucky if he could hear what he said, but your boyfriend shook his head.  After Steve finished telling Nat, she nodded her head and rolled her eyes at her stupid partner.

"Yes Steve." Nat groaned.  "That's what 'a good sniff' means, you idiot."

"Thought you would have gotten that, pal," Bucky mocked.

"I did, I just wanted to make sure what I thought was correct." Steve stated.

"Steve, how do you not understand anything?" Bucky asked.

"Bucky, I thought you always fucked the girls on the first date in the forties.  Did you yet?" Steve asked, trying to come back at Bucky.  But it didn't really make sense because you were still a virgin.  Tony rolled his eyes in the corner and you sighed.

"Did you fuck a girl yet?" Bucky snapped.

"Steve, do we have a winner?" Nat interrupted, stopping the old men from bickering any longer.

"No, I have no clue," Steve answered.  "This was a close round.  Do you want to decide somewhere else, so they don't hear?  This might take a while."

"Yeah, lets go to the bathroom," Nat said.  "Take the cards with you."  Steve followed Nat, but Sam wasn't going to let Nat leave so quickly.

"Dont fuck him Nat!!!" Sam pleaded, shouting as loud as he could.  "He will lose his powers!"  Steve turned his back to face Sam, who was smiling back at him.  Steve rolled his eyes and followed Nat, and as he walked down the hall, he flipped Sam off.  Nat did as well.  

You, Peter and Tony were laughing your asses off, laughing at Steve and Nat as they were in the bathroom.  Clint was on his phone, texting his wife.  

Meanwhile, Sam and Bucky were making fun of Steve.  You heard them saying how much trouble Steve would be having if he was actually fucking Nat.  They were saying how Nat would be the dominant one and Steve would be like a ragdoll.  You were listening to Sam and Bucky more then Tony and Peter, since what Bucky and Sam were talking about interested you way more.

After about 10 minutes or so, Steve and Nat came out of the bathroom.  You, Sam and Bucky were eyeing them very closely, seeing if their hair was messed up, if their clothes were wrinkled, if they had hickeys, but there were no signs of physical contact.  Sam, however, wasn't letting up.  

"I hope you didn't give him a quickie," Sam mocked.

"Fuck off, Birdbrain," Nat scoffed.  "Steve, do you want to announce the winning team?"

"Sure," Steve nodded.  "Drumroll, please."

Everyone patted their legs, making a drumroll noise.  But Tony just waved his hand for everyone to stop.

"Guys stop, just stop." Tony commanded.  "We have an A.I. for a reason.  F.R.I.D.A.Y., drumroll."  F.R.I.D.A.Y. followed her orders and played a drumroll.

"The winning card is….." Steve announced.  "A GOOD SNIFF!!!"  You and Bucky erupted from your seats like a volcano.  Your hair started to glow and you floated in the air for a second.  Everyone saw you and thought you looked like a living candle.  Bucky hugged you and spun you around the room in his arms.  Bucky kissed you and you kissed him back.  Not a makeout, but just a long kiss, filled with passion and love.  

Sam and Clint got pissed that they didn't win, but they clapped for you, very slowly.  Peter clapped for you and cheered, but Tony just sighed and made gagging noises when he saw you kissing.  Nat was smiling at the two of you, and so was Steve.  They looked like proud parents, smiling in approval of how happy you and Bucky were.

"YES!! We won!!" Bucky shouted.

"Told ya we would!" You cheered.  "Take that, Birdbrains!"

"Yeah, yeah good job.  I'm going to bed." Tony groaned and headed up to the elevator, which led him to his room which was on the top floor.  You sighed and said goodnight anyways.

"I should call it a night," Clint said.

"Me too.  See ya tomorrow, lovebirds!" Nat said.  You and Bucky waved goodbye as the two of them headed to their rooms.

"Congratulations guys.  See ya tomorrow!" Steve said.

"They was cheatin." Sam bickered.

"Cmon birdbrain, lets go," Steve sighed.  Sam was bickering with Steve all the way to their rooms, and as they got further away, you could still hear them, which made you laugh.  The only people left in the room were you Bucky and Peter.

"I'm so happy that it worked," Peter said.  "Congrats by the way!"

"Thanks Peter!  I had so much fun!" you smiled.

"Yeah, it was great," Bucky agreed.  "I owe ya big time, Spiderling."

"Oh, thanks grandpa." Peter grinned.  "You have no idea what you owe me."  Then you guys cleaned up the remaining cards and headed back to your rooms.  Peter said goodnight to the two of you and you and the Winter Soldier headed to his room.

"When we get back to my room," Bucky said as you were walking.  "We earn our reward."

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DEARDESCENDANTS’ 12 DAYS OF HOLIDAYS

Day 2: Snow

Warnings: panic/anxiety attacks, ocd, child abuse, emotional trauma, thoughts of self-harm/suicide

Word count: 3,592

basically: based after d3 when the barrier is broken, but there’s a spell that keeps the villains from leaving. evie misses the snow on the isle and wants to go visit, carlos has lots of AnXiEtY, jay is protective of his boy, jaylos

Remember that panic and anxiety attacks are different for everybody! The ones described in this are the most common for me, so they’re easier to write about, but they’re definitely not something that everybody goes through.

no promises that i’m gonna finish the whole 12 days because i did no preparing for this at all and both of these days took h o u r s to finish. i’m trying im sry :(

Evie, Mal and Jay sat on the floor of the boys’ room looking at old pictures. This was their first holiday season in Auradon and as much as she enjoyed the warm weather, Evie was starting to miss the cold weather and snow of the isle. The three of them were going through the polaroids they took last year, only a couple months before they were whisked away to Auradon.

“Do you guys ever miss the snow?” Evie asked, not sure how to bring up the idea of a visit.

“No, it’s way better here,” Mal responded to her, “I actually enjoy being able to feel my limbs when I walk outside.”

“Don’t you dare say you want to go back, E,” Carlos said from across the room. “That place is full of bad memories. Go buy a snow globe to stare at if you miss it so much.”

“I don’t think one day would be so bad,” Evie responds as she continues looking through pictures. “It wouldn’t even have to be the whole day, maybe just a couple hours.” Mal and Jay exchange looks, but nobody responds, clearly not wanting to start an argument.

They finish going through the pictures and when Mal goes to bring another box of pictures over, Jay glances at his boyfriend, still sitting on the bed, staring at the book in his lap. He stands up, walking over to Carlos and sitting down next to him on the bed. When he doesn’t say anything, Jay leans his head on his shoulder. Knowing that shutting down like this was one of Carlos’ coping mechanisms, he didn’t say anything. He knew all he needed to do was be there to comfort him during times like this.

Acting as if this wasn’t happening was the best way to help Carlos get through this. Bringing attention to his attacks would only make them worse, Carlos never liked being the center of attention anyway. To anybody else, Carlos would look completely okay. But Jay knew, because he’s been around him for so many years, he knew the fidgeting and the blank staring. Jay knew to be there just in case he needed anything, but gave him time to process everything in his mind. When he was ready to talk, he would. And if he needed help, he would say it.

The first time Jay witnessed one of these attacks, he made Carlos promise to let him know if it was getting to the point of needing help. In exchange, Jay promised not to pressure him to talk about anything unless he wanted to.

Eventually, the girls finished going through all the pictures and headed back to their own room after saying their goodbyes. Jay stayed sitting next to Carlos, reading along with him when he calmed down enough to continue reading. After awhile, Carlos silently put his book down on his night stand and laid down. Jay laid down next to him and held him close to his chest, knowing that he wasn’t going to get any conversation from Carlos tonight.

~

“If you’re not going to put the work in to keep this house clean, you don’t deserve to stay in it! Stay away from me and this house until you realize how much I do for you and are ready to appreciate it,” Cruella yelled as she slammed the door in the small boy’s face.

It was the middle of winter, and there were piles of snow and ice all over the ground already with more falling. It was the middle of the night, which made it even colder. He could stay in his treehouse, he kept a couple blankets up there, but there were still openings all over the place and he’d probably be soaked and freezing by morning. He could try to sneak back in the house through the window and sneak back out in the morning, but he’d make too much noise, and he couldn’t be sure Cruella wouldn’t come into the closet before he woke up.

Deciding he didn’t have any other options, he started making his way to the clubhouse. He knew Mal, Evie, and Jay wouldn’t care if he stayed there, but he knew they’d ask about why he had come if any of them found him there. Everybody on the isle had shitty parents, and it was some part of a social contract that nobody talked about it. He covered his bruises and cigarette burns pretty well, and when he didn’t and one of the others asked about it, he would just brush it off as injuries from a fight.

He let himself in and looked around for any of the other three. When he didn’t see any of them, he mentally prepared an explanation for if one of them came in and found him. As soon as he pulled the blankets over his body and curled up on the couch, he was asleep.

The next morning when Jay found him, Carlos completely forgot about his bullshit explanation from last night and spilled every detail of his fucked up childhood, and Jay shared every detail of his in return.

~

Carlos woke up sweating and turned over, expecting to see his boyfriend lying on the other side of the bed, but was surprised to find the other side of the bed completely empty. In fact, once he took a look around the room, he realized the entire room was empty.

Had Jay finally gotten tired of having to comfort him everyday for so many years?

Carlos felt his breathing quicken and a familiar heavy feeling in his chest started to appear. Pulling the blankets off the bed and rushing to the bathroom, he slammed the door shut behind him and curled up in the corner.

He wasn’t prepared for Jay to tell him he was tired and done with him, so he figured the best way to avoid that was to block out the world. After all, the best way to cope is to act like it’s not happening. Well, out of the coping mechanisms Carlos knew, which were few, and they were all unhealthy.

Jay opened up the door with his right hand and balanced the tray of food on his left hand. He looked over to the bed and noticed that Carlos wasn’t there anymore. He also noticed the blankets were gone from the bed, but brushed it off assuming Carlos just kicked them to the floor. It wasn’t uncommon for their room to be a complete mess, especially their beds. Jay assumes Carlos is just getting ready, so he sets the tray down on the table in front of the TV and calls out, “Hey, I got you breakfast whenever you’re ready,” before turning on the TV and sitting down on the couch.

Carlos was so inside his own head that he didn’t even hear the noise of the door opening and closing, Jay’s voice, or the TV turning on. All he could hear was the voice in his head telling him that Jay was tired of him and he was going to leave him.

After a half hour of waiting, Jay starts to worry about Carlos. He never takes this long to get ready, even including a shower, and the shower hadn’t been on at all since Jay returned to the room. He gets up to go check on Carlos, knocking on the door and attempting to twist the handle. That’s when he realizes there’s no light coming from under the door. Which meant Carlos was in there in the dark. Sitting in the dark was something Carlos only did when his attacks were really bad. Something he did when he needed to block out every other thing in the world.

He tried knocking one more time and when he didn’t get a response, he got the key that was taped behind the TV stand. They kept it there in case Carlos ever needed help. It wasn’t uncommon for him to start panicking during a shower, there was plenty of time to think in there. But it never got bad enough for Jay to have to use it. There’s a first time for everything, he supposes.

He pushed open the door and flipped on the light switch. He immediately fell to his knees in front of the boy when he saw him curled up in his blankets, crying and shaking. He thought about pulling the smaller boy up and carrying him back to his bed, but decided that trying to touch him would scare him and that’s the last thing he wanted to do. “Carlos? What’s going on?” He waited for a response but knew that he was too far gone to hear him.

Carlos didn’t notice the noise or the light, his brain was still trying to process the fact that one of the most important people in his life hated him and never wanted to see him again. He’d be better off without him, Carlos knew, but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt. And if Jay left, chances are Mal and Evie would too. That’s his family, what was he going to do without him. He’d be left alone. And what’s the point of living when you’re alone?

His irrational thoughts and lowered impulse control decided that the best solution to keep everybody happy was to end it all now. Nobody would have to worry about him anymore, and he wouldn’t have to feel like a burden or be left alone. It seemed like a win-win situation to him.

He sat frozen for a couple minutes, which felt like six hours to him, trying to find the strength within himself to reach over under the sink where he kept his box of razors. Once he finally started to move, he was met with something pushing his arm back. Too afraid to open his eyes and discover what was stopping him, he pulled his hand back and ignored it, hoping if he did then it would go away. When he tried to reach out again, he was met with the same force. Not wanting to open his eyes, because opening his eyes meant accepting reality, he tried to feel for whatever was in front of him. When he felt something warm he pulled his hand back as quick as he could and hid it under the blanket with the rest of his body.

“What are you reaching for? Let me help you, just tell me what I can do for you.” Carlos flinched when he heard the familiar voice so close to him. He tried to back away from it, but his back was already against the wall. He knew he was in this room alone, he had to be. He checked behind the shower curtain and under the sink before he locked, then unlocked, then locked, then unlocked, then locked the door. Even in this state, that annoying part of his brain that makes him do such ridiculous things still wouldn’t leave him alone.

He was alone, he was sure of that. Which meant his brain was making this up. He’s been in this situation before. He was sure that if he opened his eyes right now, his boyfriend would not be in front of him. He knew exactly who would be there instead, and he couldn’t handle seeing her right now.

If he could just reach under the fucking sink, this would all be over. “Carlos! Can you hear me? I know you want me to leave you alone when you’re like this, but I’m worried about you.” Jay tried to reach out to touch the younger boy but instantly regretted it when all the strength in the younger boy was being used to kick and scream back at him.

“You can’t be here! Leave me alone!” Carlos went from angry to crying in a matter of seconds, “Please don’t hurt me.” His voice was so small and scared and all Jay wanted to do was hug him and absorb all the sadness and hurt in him. He wanted to take it all away, even if it meant he had to feel it himself. But that wasn’t possible and he knew that, so he needed to focus on getting Carlos out of his head and back into the real world.

“Carlos, nobody is going to hurt you. Please just open your eyes. It’s Jay, I’m the only person here and you know I would never hurt you.” Jay reached out to touch his hand and when the other boy didn’t put up a fight, he pulled him into his lap and held him as tight as he could. He didn’t know how long they stayed like that, but it was long enough for the younger boy’s breathing to slow down and his tears to dry. Once he was sure Carlos was fast asleep, Jay carried him back to his own bed. Once the boy was lying down, he made a second trip back to the bathroom to retrieve the blankets that still lie on the bathroom floor. Bringing them back, he covered the boy with them, careful not to wake him up.

~

Carlos woke up with a headache, not remembering anything after Mal and Evie left last night. Looking out the window, he was surprised to see the world so bright. Was it afternoon already? Did he really sleep half the day away? He sighed and stretched his body, the sooner he got some ibuprofen in his system, the sooner the pain in his head would go away. When he went to stand, he was stopped by a pair of strong arms pulling him back.

He twisted his body around so that he was face to face with his boyfriend. But something was off… were those tear stains? Had Jay been crying? There was no way, Jay almost never cried.

Jay was awoken by the movement. Groaning he opened his eyes, not ready for the bright light he was met with. Once he saw Carlos was awake too, he immediately switched back into caretaker mode. “Are you okay?” Carlos asked him, looking worried. Why did he look so worried? Jay’s the one that should be worried! Was Jay doing something wrong? Oh no, he couldn’t let this happen, he had to fix this.

“I’m fine, why would you ask that?” Before Carlos had time to answer he had dozens more questions being shot at him, “Do you need anything? How long have you been awake? Did you eat yet?”

“Jay, what’s up with you?” Carlos asked as he watched his boyfriend stand up out of bed and start pacing around the room.

“So… you’re fine?” he asked pausing at the foot of the bed.

“Yeah?” It came out as more of a question that a definitive answer. “I mean, my head hurts pretty bad but that’s probably because you let me sleep all day.” Then he stood up and made his way to get some ibuprofen.

Jay stared at the empty bed for a moment, trying to decide if he should be worried about Carlos acting so normal after one of the worst attacks he’s seen him have. When he came to the conclusion that he probably didn’t remember any of the events from earlier that day, which wouldn’t be the first time he forgot one of his attacks, he decided it was best to not mention it. Making Carlos relive that wouldn’t be good on him, and it would probably freak him out that he had forgotten such a long period of time.

~

“Evie wants to go back to the isle.” Both of the boys laughed at Mal’s statement. “I’m serious!” She said, annoyed that they thought she was joking. “It was all she could talk about last night when we got back to our room. She misses the weather, which is insane, because who would want to be cold? Ayway, I’m not gonna let her go back alone and I don’t think any of us are gonna be able to stop her.”

“We all agreed not to go back there before the barrier was taken down,” Carlos siad, barely above a whisper. When Jay and Mal looked over to him, surprised that he would get involved when he usually avoided conflicts at all costs, he looked to the ground to avoid meeting their eyes.

“It’s not like we’re moving back there, she just wants to go back for a little bit, do a little bit of sightseeing, and come back.”

“What ‘sights’ are there to see? Everything’s broken down and gross, nothing any of us didn’t spend most of lives looking at,” Jay shot back. “Have you thought about what would happen if either of your parents found out you were there?”

“I’m not stupid, Jay! We’ll be careful. And even if they did find out, I know how to fight for myself! I’m not as weak as you think I am.”

“You’re acting like going back to the place that traumatized you is a casual after school activity! You don’t want to go back there anymore than we do, you just want to make her happy. Stop down playing it and tell her no!” Jay said, raising his voice.

“Can you two please stop fighting!” It came out as more of a demand than a question, and that shocked the other two. Carlos never raised his voice like this. Jay knew something was going on with him but he didn’t have time to worry about that right now. Right now, he needed to worry about stopping his friends from putting themselves in danger.

Deciding to deal with Carlos later, he turned his attention back to Mal. “You two are not going over there alone! You want to go? Fine. But I’m coming with you. Whether you like it or not.”

Mal stormed out of the room and Jay took a couple deep breaths before turning around to find Carlos with his hands over his ears and his head between his knees. “‘Los? Are you okay?” He walked over and reached out to touch his shoulder.

“I don’t want you to go. Mal and Evie too. All of you. I want you to stay here.” Carlos raised his head up to reveal the tears running down his face.

Jay had enough of this, he’s seen too much crying from the younger boy in the past 24 hours. He needs to fix this. He sat down next to the boy and wrapped his arms around his shoulders. “I can’t let them know go alone, you know that. I don’t think the two most stubborn people we know are going to change their minds.”

“Maybe they won’t, but if you all go and something happens, I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself.”

~

“Promise me you’ll like me know if it’s too much,” Jay said, shutting the back door of the car after Evie got in.

“Yes, I promise. Can we go now? I kind of want to get this over with as soon as possible,” Carlos said getting into the passenger’s side of the car.

Jay got into the driver’s seat, giving one last smile to his boyfriend before turning his attention to the road. The four of them rode in silence across the bridge and waited until the car was parked. Mal and Evie were the first to get out, promising to call if they needed help before running off.

Jay sat waiting for Carlos to make e move to get out of the car. After a couple minutes Jay looked over to find Carlos fidgeting with his fingers. “We can just wait in the car, we don’t have to get out if you don’t want to.” Carlos smiled to himself and nodded, still looking down at his fingers.

They sat in comfortable silence waiting for any sign that the girls were in trouble. Jay turned on the radio leaning his head back against the headrest while humming to himself. When he opened his eyes again, he noticed the piles of snow sitting around the parking lot.

He smiled over at his boyfriend, remembering all the snowball fights they used to have, and chasing each other in the snow after long days. He missed all the good times they used to have together in the snow. “Come on,” he said, opening his door.

“Hm?” Carlos responded, looking over.

“Get out, we’re not gonna sit here and be miserable the whole time.” He stood up and poked his head back in. “I’m serious, let’s go.” He shut the door, grabbing some snow and throwing it over the car as Carlos got out, just missing his head.

“Oh, you’re on,” Carlos said ducking down and picking up some snow before running around the car and attacking the older boy with snowballs.

The spent the next 30 minutes running around the parking lot trying to hit each other with snowballs. When he noticed Carlos starting to get cold and tired, he pulled the blanket he kept in the back seat out and wrapped it around the younger boy’s shoulders. Carlos smiled up at him as a silent ‘thank you’.

If Jay wasn’t so focused on not being able to feel his fingers, he could get lost in the boy’s eyes. Jay wrapped his arms around his shoulders and pushed him back against the car, leaning down to kiss him. When they pulled away, Carlos smiled again. “I love you, Jay, but it’s freezing. Can we wait in the car?”

[farraigeart]

some personal bullshit under the cut (sry 2 mobile users if the “keep reading” doesnt work)

i am coming to terms with having ptsd finally (aside from making stupid jokes about it between friends in order to try and deal with it)

the past two days have been Hard. i made an instagram account (to, admittedly, get reward points by following a shop i like lol) and, well, i ran into my ex’s account

and that’s weird to say still. “ex” hasn’t been something i’ve ever used. it’s been two years since the separation and im just now realizing/accepting the reality of certain things

im not even sure if my ex-partner identifies as a trans guy anymore (speaking as one, mind u) from the single picture i saw of them. i guess they could be a pretty feminine trans guy but they always said they didn’t want that.

i always thought my ex was doing this to make themself suffer because i messed up and didn’t do enough. i STILL feel like that. but... they’re so different now. they’re drawing things (it was an art account) that they used to talk about hating. idk.

i guess for the first time in these two years im coming to terms with and accepting that maybe i wasn’t completely at fault. that they lied to me. and treated me like a disgusting, unwanted creature. and im trying to feel not guilty about that, i’ve taken the blame for everything. i struggle with even feeling mad towards them. but now i find myself almost wanting to

either way, the person i had seen on insta is not the person i loved. it’s been hard to deal with, and im still struggling. but im doing a little better now (had two panic attacks the past two days but Not Tonight Lads)

BLEH that was long but it’s been one hell of a struggle and this is basically my only vent place that none of my friends will see irl

[sturnslvtt]

Enemies to lovers - Matthew Sturniolo

part 1:

Summary: you move to a new school and you meet a boy named Matt who finds you intolerable. However, you become best friends with his two other triplets which just draws you and Matt closer.

Pairing: matt sturniolo x reader

Warnings: enemies to lovers, use of y/n, subtle flirting, and profanity (MY FIRST FIC EVER, IM SRY IF IT SUCKS)



You’ve just finished unpacking the last boxes of your clothing after spending all day unwrapping cardboard boxes. You lay down on your bed while letting out a huge sigh of relief. After spending a few moments just enjoying silence and looking at your ceiling, you look over your right shoulder and notice the time. “Shit it’s already 10:00pm!” You anxiously say under your breath. You rush to grab out some old clothes to wear to bed as you finish doing your skincare, taking a shower, and getting ready for your first day of a new high school tomorrow.

The next morning -6:30am-

You wake up to the sound of your alarm and you start to get ready for school. You pick out some light wash blue ripped jeans and a basic crop top. You didn’t have many options because your room was still a mess from the move. After you finish doing your makeup, curling your hair, and eating breakfast, you drive to school still feeling nervous.

When you arrive at school, you can feel judgy eyes watching you as you anxiously walk into the building. After taking forever, searching for your first class, you finally find the correct classroom and walk inside. You scan the classroom trying to look for an empty seat. You see an empty seat next to a brunette boy with blue eyes. As you walk closer to the seat and set your bag down you smile slightly at him, trying to be friendly. The boy scoffs loudly and rolls his eyes. You notice the rudeness of his tone and just ignore him.

The teacher arrives into the classroom and starts presenting the idea of a history project. He announces that you will have to be partners with the person sitting next to you. You look beside you to see the boy shooting his arm up instantly. “can i work alone please?” the boy begs. “no, we both know you need to raise your grade, and y/n will need help with this project since it’s her first day.” The teacher responds. He scuffs and places his head into his arms on his desk. You turn to introduce yourself feeling ashamed. You notice how uninterested he is in your presence. “Uh hey i’m y/n. I kinda don’t wanna fail, so we might as well do the project” You softly say. He slowly lifts his head up and rubs his eyes. “Ugh whatever i’m Matthew, call me Matt.” He replies. “Nice to meet you Matthew.” You add on in a cocky tone. The bell rings and You both exit the class.

A few hours later -1:00pm-

You walk into the cafeteria for lunch, expecting to sit alone because everyone already had friend groups. “Hey! do you want to sit over here?” A voice shouts from behind you. You turn around to see Matt. Or so you think… You see two of him? “Matt??” you ask, very confused. They both giggle while looking at each other. They wave you over to sit down. You place your bag down and then sit down across the table from them. “Hey I’m Nicolas but you can call me nick! This is Christopher, or chris.” Nick says while pointing over at chris. “Yea Matt is our other triplet, were you expecting him or something?” Chris adds. “No, I was confused because he seems to hate me for some reason.” You laugh in reply.

Matt walks up to your table and you and matt lock eye contact for a moment. “The fuck is she doing here?” Matt annoyingly questions. Before anyone could answer, Matt struts away from the table and sits with his other friends. “Sorry guys, i don’t know why he hates me so much.” You say awkwardly. “It’s not your fault, he’s just a dick sometimes.” Nick assures you. You three all continue chatting for the rest of lunch. Nick and Chris invite you to go to a party tonight. You eagerly agree and give them both your number so you can talk about details for tonight. Lunch ends and you wave bye to them and continue your day.

A few hours later - 6:00pm -

After school, you get a text from nick asking if you wanted to meet up at their house to go to the party. You agree and start to get ready. You pick up a random dress off of your pile of clothes and get dressed. You’re wearing a tight black dress with a small leg slit. You decide to put on some jewelry to help complete the outfit. You finish getting ready early so you decide to just sit on your phone for a while. You shockingly get a notification from an unknown number.

“Hey it’s Matt. Can you come over right now?”

Your heart drops at that message. You weren’t supposed to go over until 9:00. What does he need?

“You know, to do the project? Nick said you were coming over anyways to go to the party. Nick gave me your number.”

“oh uh yea sure ill be there in 10”

Your heart is beating eagerly as you re-read the message to make sure you were reading it right. You keep thinking about how he seemed so uninterested in working on the project with you, and now he is inviting you to his house? Trying not to overthink about it too much, you quickly throw on some converse and you take a walk over to their house since it wasn’t too far away. Once you arrive at their house you text matt to remind him you’re here.

“Hey uh i’m outside”

You walk up to their door and knock in a pattern that would be recognized as you. Chris opens the door as exclaims. “Hey y/n! I thought you weren’t coming until 9:00!” “Yea Matt texted me asking if I could come earlier since we have a history project to work on” You reply while shrugging your shoulders. Nick walks into your sight of vision to see what all the commotion was about. You both lock eye contact for a moment before you smile greatly in excitement. Nick hugs you while complimenting you on how gorgeous you look.

While hugging Nick, you look over his shoulder to see Matt standing directly behind him. His hands crossed and leaning gently on the wall. You slightly pull away from the hug with Nick to great Matt. You wave at him in a cocky tone while batting your eyelashes. “Hey Matthew.” you say while walking towards him. Without any greeting in reply, he rolls his eyes and walks away to go upstairs. You turn behind you to look at chris and nick for advice. “Sorry about him, if he’s being too much of a bitch, let me know.” Nick says while guiding you to Matt’s bedroom. You laugh while nodding your head.

You walk into Matts room awkwardly. You both spend a few moments just looking at each other in silence. You break the awkwardness by slightly laughing and shutting the door behind yourself. “so um i’m kind of failing this class and i’m going to need help so i don’t get kicked off the football team…” Matt says while keeping eye contact with you and scratching the back of his neck. “Oh now you want my help?” You say raising an eyebrow, referring to how he acted earlier. You both giggle at your response.

You both continue to work on your project for a few hours -9:00pm-

The whole time you guys were working on the project you would notice Matts eyes trailing over your revealing body, as you were only wearing a slim dress. You can feel Matts strong haze looking at your lips, and as you were just about to look back up at him you hear loud banging at his bedroom door. “HURRY THE FUCK UP! OR WE’RE LEAVING WITHOUT YOU GUYS!!” Nicks voice echoes through the wall. You chuckle at the urge in nicks voice and you stand up and adjust your dress by pulling it down. You begin to exit Matt’s room before you turn around and notice Matt still sitting in the same position. “you coming?” You ask in confusion. You grab Matt’s hand and yank him off the floorboards. Still holding his hand, you pull him out of him room and rush him all the way to their driveway where you see nick and chris already sitting in their minivan.

You notice Chris looking at you holding hands with his brother and you reluctantly brush his palms off of your own. You slightly cough over your embarrassment and you ask Chris to open the doors, where you meet nick sitting in the backseat while you sit in the open spot next to him. Matt gets in the drivers seat and automatically begins to drive off. You look over at nick where he is winking at you and motioning kisses. “ew shut up” you scoff back. All you can hear during the endless drive to the party is Chris’s shitty trap music. However you could also hear your own heartbeat increasing as you watch Matt’s strong, veiny hands travel over the steering wheel. The only thing passing over your mind is the crave for Matthews touch again.

authors note: i’m sorry, this part is really boring, but part 2 will be better i promise. This is my first fanfic i’ve ever written so i apologize if it’s not too great yet. tips and advice is greatly appreciated! but anyways, i hope you guys enjoyed! thank you for reading !! (reblogs, comments, and likes don’t hurt as well 😉)

[whosxafraid]

when ur muse's fc is in a movie for all of literally 27 fucking minutes and ends up making u have fucking melt down feels for a character ur not supposed to like....FML. I'm sry Im not/wasn't here tonight my dudes but sick is kicking my ass and now I'm having fucking feels I didn't ask for. #skyscraper wasn't terrible. #crow has fucking died again #U WANNA KILL ME? #GIVE ME A TRAGIC VASTLY IMPERFECT SECONDARY CHARACTER THAT FUCKING DIES MID SENTENCE CHOKING ON THEIR OWN INSIDES. #WHILE TRYING TO DO THE RIGHT THING #THE MOST IMPORTANT THING #CUZ WHO THE BAD GUYS ARE DONT MATTER #JUST SAVE THE ONES THAT WERENT SUPPOSED TO GET HURT #FUCKEVERYTHINGELSE #RUN #FUCKFUCKFUCK #IS THIS WHAT DYING WITHOUT DYING FEELS LIKE?! #IMGOINGTOBED