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indiee19 · 3 years ago

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I Can't Keep My Feelings In Disguise

Alex Turner x Reader

summary: You're the fifth member of the band, and you and Alex fall for each other. Neither of you act on your feelings because you're both in the band and don't want to ruin your friendship. But after a concert where you wear something a bit more risqué, Alex can't hold down his desire for you anymore and things get heated.

-Requested by Anon

warnings: smut

word count: 2.6k

a/n: i have no ideas for the end so you get what you get. also, if you want to be tagged from now on, please lmk so i can start tagging you!!

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The boys were giggling outside your hotel room door, snickering, mumbling incoherent words. You were hardly awake. You were laying on your stomach in your bra and underwear, too hot for anything more than that and a small sheet covering your body. You turned over slightly, looking at the door with half lidded eyes. One of them knocked on your door, the sound seeming louder than what you would normally expect, you had your hangover to blame for that. Matt called out your name from outside the door.

"Mm, what!" You shouted, rubbing your eyes with your wrist gently. After you yelled at them, you didn't hear anything else, and thought they just went away, but you were wrong. As you were about to fall back asleep, you heard your door open, all four of them coming into your room "Happy birthday!" They all said together in unison. You were now wide awake, sitting up quickly, covering yourself up with the sheet. All of their smiles quickly faded, their faces falling flat. "Well, don't just stand there and stare at me, close your eyes and let me put something on," you said. They all nodded and quickly turned around.

You stood up and walked over to your bag, pulling out a nude silk slip to put on. Quickly, you slipped into the slip. "Okay, you're good. You can look now," you said. They all turned back around and showed you the cake they had made for you. Smiling, you walked over to them and gave each one a hug, thanking each of them.

"We got you gifts, too," Jamie said. You thanked them again, and told them that they didn't have to buy you gifts. But they insisted that gifts were the least they could do for you with all that you've done for him. Hesitantly, you sat down on your hotel room bed and let them hand you your gifts.

Jamie was the first to hand you one. It was a light pink bag with white tissue paper in it. You grabbed the card out of it first and then opened it. Inside it, it read: Happy birthday to the second best guitar player in the world. Hope 28 treats you just as good as 27 did, love Cookie. You smiled at him and gave him a hug before taking out the actual gift. It was a signed vinyl of Bella Donna by Stevie Nicks, your favorite artist. "Thank you, Jamie, I absolutely love it," you smiled at him.

Nick was the next person to hand you a gift. It was in a slightly smaller blue bag with very light yellow tissue paper. Once again you got the card out first and read it. Happiest birthday to the goofier one. And thanks for making sure that none of us kill each other or ourselves doing stupid shit. Love, Malls

You then took out the gift, or, gifts actually. Inside the bag was a brand new guitar strap that you'd been wanting for a while, and then you pulled out a case, and inside the case was a signed guitar pick of Paul McCartney. "Thank you, Nick," you said as you hugged him.

Matt then handed you his gift. It was a smaller wrapped present with white wrapping paper and a yellow bow on it. You carefully unwrapped the gift and saw what the present was: a jewelry box that you'd been wanting for forever now. It was wooden and decorated with hand painted flowers on it. You'd wanted it ever since you saw it in that handmade wood shop in Germany. You thanked Matt and hugged him.

And then Alex handed you his gift. There was no denying that it was the biggest gift that you were given and you wondered what it could be. It was wrapped in light yellow, polka-dot wrapping paper and a card was on top. You opened the card and it read: Happy birthday to the most incredible girl ever. I was going to write something poetic, but I couldn't think of anything, so I hope this is okay. You're an amazing friend and I hope 28 treats you well. Hope you enjoy the gift. -- Love, Mr. Sex, or, Alex. You laughed at the end of the note. Mr. Sex was a nickname you gave Alex when You first heard all the lyrics for AM, as they were all about sex. Then, you carefully unwrapped the gift and immediately knew what it was. You took all the wrapping paper off it and saw the gift. It was a picture of you and the rest of the band, including Andy, at your first ever gig, with the entire band's signature on the frame. And attached to it was the CD recording that went along with the gig.

You looked over at Alex and saw that he looked worried on whether or not you liked the gift. "Alex, I absolutely love it. Thank you," you smiled brightly at him. You motioned for him to come over to you to give you a hug. He did and kissed your cheek lightly, sending tingles up your spine.

You'd had a crush on Alex for a while now, since you two began the band with Jamie. And you had actually planned to ask him out in 2007, not long after he and his ex Johanna broke up. But then he began dating his ex Alexa Chung. Then, after they broke up you wanted to ask him out but he began dating Arielle and you never got a chance. But he was single now, and though you wanted to ask him out, you didn't have the courage.

And unbeknownst to you, Alex liked you as well. In reality he dated those girls to get over you. But now he couldn't hide his feelings. He had broken up with Arielle a few months ago and it was driving him mad that he didn't have the courage to ask you out. But, what if you rejected him and he ruined your friendship? That was all he could think about.

That was also a reason why you didn't ask him out. What if you ruined the friendship and made being in the band awkward?

Just then, your manager came in and announced that you all were going to do an early sound check for the festival you were playing later tonight: PinkPop to be exact. Your manager told you that you all were leaving for the sound check in thirty minutes and to get ready.

You all nodded and then you shoved all the guys out of your room so that you all could get ready for the sound check, and so you all could get the clothes you were going to wear to the festival out.

You took out a t-shirt and a pair of bell bottoms to wear to the sound check, then you picked out a pair of small shorts and a bralette top to wear to the actual festival. You put the outfit in your bag and then walked out of your hotel room and then down to the lobby. You were, not surprisingly, the last one down to the lobby. Alex and Jamie were chatting and then he turned to you and saw you. His eyes lit up and he smiled at you.

He was about to walk over to you, but your manager called you all over to the car to go to the sound check. So, you all got in the van and buckled up. Alex was the last one to get in the car so the only seat left was by you. Great, you thought.

Once he was buckled up, the driver began to drive. You began to fiddle with your fingers, not having anything else to do. You didn't want to say anything to Alex as he was already making you quite flustered, and he hadn't even done anything. He wore a tight fitting white t-shirt and tight fitting jeans. You could see almost everything, leaving very little to the imagination. And then, when you were almost at the venue, Alex spoke. "Have you had a good birthday so far?" He asked, scratching the back of his neck.

"Well, the hour I've been awake for so far has been good, so I'd say so," you answered nervously. The remaining portion neither you nor Alex spoke. The drive was fairly calm, hardly anyone spoke as they were all fairly tired. And then the car stopped and you all unbuckled and got out, grabbing all your things.

All seven of you began to walk behind the stage where you would find your dressing rooms. You saw other artists' dressing rooms as you all walked to your own rooms. Then, at the end of the hall of rooms, you all were at your dressing rooms, and you sighed at the fact that you got your own dressing room separate from the guys, glad to have some privacy.

You laid your bag on the small sofa in the room beside the door and then walked out immediately, grabbing your guitar and walking to the area backstage that led up to the stage. Matt nodded over to you and the others looked at you. "Ready?" Jamie asked as everyone grabbed their instruments, Matt grabbed his drum stick and then you grabbed your guitar, then you all walked on stage.

You all walked to your places and waited for Alex's cue to start.

The five of you made it through the setlist and then you had to go get ready for the show. As you all walked to your dressing rooms, Alex was beside you the entire time. "Are you ready for the show?" He asked, cracking his knuckles. You quickly gazed over at his hands and noticed how veiny they were and how big they were, and for some reason, your mind wandered, thinking about what they would look and feel like around your throat...

"Uh, yeah, a bit," you answered, quickly looking away. "You?"

"Not as much as I thought I'd be," he replied. "Well, I'll see you in a few minutes," he said as you both reached your dressing rooms. You mumbled a reply and then quickly shut the door to your dressing room. You inhaled and exhaled deeply before beginning to get dressed.

Once you were dressed, you began to do your hair and makeup, staying simple as you just couldn't be bothered to do it. Once you were done, you looked at yourself in the floor-length mirror. and you thought you looked very good, and you would even admit that you looked fairly hot. Once you were done admiring yourself in the mirror, you walked out of your dressing room and walked to the area that had the stairs that led up to the stage.

Almost everyone was waiting there -- everyone but Alex. You walked over to Nick and asked him where Alex was. "Oh, he's still getting dressed ... fixing his Dracula hair, you know?" He answered Nodding, you sat down on one of the stools behind stage.

All of you patiently waited for Alex. And then, finally, you saw him walking towards you four. He looked hotter than normal in the ensemble he was wearing. His chain was visible as his shirt and barely any buttons were done up on it, and his pants were tight so they left little to the imagination, and the blue jacket added to it all. You stood up and walked to be stood by Nick and Jamie. The stage manager then walked to you all. "Okay, and you're on," he said. The five of you got in line to walk on stage, letting Alex go first. Then it was Jamie, then you, Nick, and then finally Matt. The crowd cheered for you all, some girls yelling random things at Alex.

"I love you, Alex!" One yelled.

"I wanna have you babies!" Another yelled.

You all grabbed your instruments and Alex walked up to the mic. And then it was time to put on a show.

The crowd was amazing, and you thoroughly enjoyed playing the songs and singing. And, of course, Alex drove you mad. But, there was one part while you were playing Arabella that especially drove you mad. He'd look over to you and smirk and then lick his lips. And not to mention that he looked hot when he spit during Don't Sit Down 'Cause I've Moved Your Chair.

The show went by entirely too fast, and before you knew it, you were walking off stage with the boys. And once you were all off stage, the stage manager greeted you all. He told you all how wonderful you did. All of you thanked him and walked back to your dressing rooms. And once again, Alex was by your side the entire time. "Hey, uh, can I speak to you ... in private?" He asked.

You nodded, trying to stay cool. Then, you allowed him in your dressing room then followed, closing the door. "So, what did you want to talk about?" You asked, turning around. Alex didn't say anything, just walked to you. He cupped your face and then kissed you. It was eager and hungry, making you feel a tingling feeling between your legs. But, he pulled away. "I've been wanting to do that for a while now," he said, leaning in to kiss you again.

And instantly, you wanted more, beginning to slip his jacket off. He gladly complied and then began to undo your top, pulling away and eyeing your chest up and down. He kissed you again and let his hands wander down to your ass, squeezing it. You gasped and pulled away. "Was that too much? If so, I'm so sorry," he asked. You shook your head no and watched him sit down. You crawled into his lap and felt how hard he was. And as you two began to make out again, you started to grind against him, earning a few groans from Alex.

"Mm, baby, ride me properly," he moaned. The two of you pulled away and you sat up on your knees. He undid his pants and pulled them and his boxers down far enough to pull out his hard cock. Then you leaned against him to pull down your shorts, whimpering when he slightly rubbed against your clit.

Once your shorts were off, you pushed your thong to the side and gripped the base of his cock. Then, you slowly slipped down on him and felt him slowly fill you up. He threw his head back when he bottomed out.

You adjusted to his size and thickness and then slowly lifted off him, then let him slip back inside you, starting to slowly ride him.

The entire time his hands were firmly planted on your hips, slamming you down harder each time, making you moan. And then he slammed you down harder than you thought he would and let a loud moan slip out. One of his hands slipped up to your face, and he let two of his fingers slip into your mouth. "Shh, baby, you don't want the others to know who's filling you up so good, do you?" He teased, holding you still, beginning to thrust up into you.

His other hand went to your clit, rubbing harshly. And then, with no warning, you came in his arms, your entire body tensing up and shaking. Your own orgasm triggered his, his hot release spilling inside you.

You two sat there, tangled up in one another until you calmed down. Then Alex spoke. "I love you ... and not as a friend," he admitted.

"I like you, too," you replied.

He was panting and then slowly kissed your neck sloppily. "Will you be my girlfriend?"

"Yes."

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supervoldejaygent · 2 years ago

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The Hate You Have for Me (1/6)

Fandom: Stranger Things

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Word Count: 785

Summary: Reader hides behind her friendship with Tina Turner only to be stabbed in the back when Steve Harrington asks her on a date.

A/N: Hello my lovelies! I know it’s not canon, but I honestly feel like Tina would be one of those girls that would be gay if she was drunk or pretend that she never knew the girl she was with after the breakup. Y’know cause she’s that kind of bitch. Anywho, hope everyone’s summer has been going well and that there’s something that’s been lifting your spirits! Have a beautiful, wonderful day! Enjoy (:

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(Y/N) made her way through Tina’s house, having just exited seven minutes in heaven with the girl. Well, it was heaven for Tina. For (Y/N), it was just another Tuesday night. The girls had been hooking up for about a year and a half, but it never bothered (Y/N) as it might’ve bothered others.

The arrangement was perfect. Tina wasn’t ready to come out to her parents but still wanted the experience and (Y/N) needed a reason to avoid her crush. A great friendship bloomed from the agreement. No one ever batted an eye at the two, brushing them off as “great gal pals.”

(Y/N) was looking through the fridge when the phone rang. Closing it, she made her way over, groaning the whole time.

“Hello,” her voice droned, paying more attention to her gurgling stomach. “This is the Turner residence. How can I help you?”

“Hi, is Tina there?” (Y/N) froze, recognizing the voice instantly as her long-time crush.

Steve “The Hair” Harrington.

“Hello?” he asked, snapping (Y/N) back to reality.

“Uh, yeah, give me one second.” Placing the phone on the receiver, she walked to the bottom of the staircase. “Tina! The phone’s for you!”

“Who’s calling?” she yelled back.

“Steve Harrington.”

There was a loud thud, some shuffling, and a string of curses before Tina appeared at the bottom of the stairs in her pink robe. She had a look of confusion on her face that she tried to cover up with a smile. Suspicious of her friend’s reaction, she followed Tina to the kitchen, her heart beating a mile a minute.

“Hey Stevie,” Tina said into the phone, avoiding eye contact with(Y/N). “I thought I told you to call on Wednesday?”

She had been talking to him? She knew she had no right to him, but Tina knew she had a big crush on the boy. Why would she do such a thing when they had an agreement?

As her friend continued her conversation with the boy of her dreams on the other line, (Y/N) clenched her hands into fists, doing her best to ignore the aching feeling in her heart. She made it back to reality when Tina began to laugh obnoxiously.

“Oh, my gosh, Stevie! You’re such a crack-up!” Tina then looked up, making direct eye contact with (Y/N). “Are you serious? Of course, I’ll go out with you!”

(Y/N) stepped back, tears beginning to rush down her face and falling to the floor.

This. Bitch.

When did she go behind (Y/N)’s back and talk to her crush? Only to get him to ask Tina out? In a haze, (Y/N) rushed up to Tina’s room. She grabbed her bag, her change of clothes, everything, and anything she could grab that was hers. Swinging her bag on her back, she ran down the stairs only for Tina to be in her way.

“Move,” she scowled, keys in hand, prepared to push past Tina if she didn’t get out of her way.

“No,” she replied, crossing her arms. “You know, you embarrassed me on the phone with Steve. You’re supposed to get me before talking on the phone.”

(Y/N) scoffed. “What are you talking about? You told me that if the phone ever rang to answer it and solve the problem if it didn’t concern you. I have been your personal assistant, friend, study buddy, and lover! I have done so much for you and how do you thank me? By asking out the one guy you know I have a crush on.”

“Ugh, you are such a drama queen! You weren’t ever going to do anything about it!”

“Really? You didn’t think I would do anything, so you went behind my back and did something for yourself?”

“Yup,” she said, popping the ‘p.’

Pushing herself past Tina, (Y/N) hung on the door. “Just answer me this, did I ever mean anything to you or was I just a toy to you?”

Tina scoffed, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “I think you know the answer to that, slut.”

“Great,” (Y/N) nodded. “Then don’t bother calling me over anymore.”

Slamming the door, she ran to her car, unlocking it before getting in, barely missing the beginning of September’s first rainy night. Speeding her way home, she cried as Hotel California blasted its way through the hollow streets of Hawkins.

When (Y/N) got home, she raced to her room, ignoring her mother’s calls. Flopping onto her bed, she hugged her pillow to her chest and cried. She began to grow more tired, slowly falling asleep as three words crossed her mind.

Fuck Steve Harrington.

#stranger things #steve harrington x reader #tina the bitch #also i dont know if turner is her last name but it is now #steve harrington imagines #x fem reader #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagines #steve harrington

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multifandomfix · 3 years ago

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Abbott Elementary: Barbara Howard, Melissa Schemmenti

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sergeantxrogers · 3 years ago

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| daddy issues |

Summary: You need him like oxygen, and he doesn’t understand why his heart pulls him towards you even though he knows it shouldn’t.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x fem!avenger!reader

Word count: 4.3k

Warnings: Age gap (reader is 19, Steve is like... 95), mentions of parental abuse, mentions of SA, crying, abandonment issues if you squint, Steve being overprotective

Note: This may or may not be left open to a part 2, if that’s what the people want

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Steve knew it was wrong.

He definitely knew it was wrong, and he cursed himself for it, but Lord help him if he couldn’t tear his eyes away and beat the thoughts back with a stick.

He knew it was wrong to watch the way your lips moved as you spoke to Natasha, knew it was wrong to eagerly wait to hear your name on the list for an upcoming mission he was leading, and he absolutely knew it was wrong to trace your hips and waist with his eyes, in your skin tight suits you always wore (Nat got you into them, but Steve couldn’t, for the life of him, see how they were comfortable or even practical).

“Steve? Stevie?”

The soft call of his name pulled him out of his thoughts, eyes focusing back to you standing in front of him, worried look on your face.

Stevie. The name you had so kindly taken a liking to the very day you met him. In regular circumstances, Steve would’ve glared at anyone who dared to even think about calling him that, even Bucky, but these, of course, weren’t regular circumstances. He didn’t know why, he just knew they weren’t.

Steve had no idea where Tony found you, or where Fury had heard of you. Neither did the rest of the team. Fury and Tony had just told them it was “a special case” and that you were “really good at what she does”. However, it took them all a while to warm up to you; you were just a kid, a girl they were supposed to trust and believe she was good enough at what she did (whatever that may be) to be a part of them.

Sooner rather than later, though, you won them over. Natasha liked you because she found out you were fluent in Russian. And French, and Italian. German, too, along with Arabic and “just a bit” of Chinese. Steve didn’t want to ask.

Bucky liked you because you showed him your knife collection, and he found out you preferred a spear point over a clip, just like him. Bruce liked you because you read David Turner’s The Green Marble and almost had it memorized, so he found it fascinating to ask you questions directly from the book.

Tony - well, Tony liked you because you were exactly like him: opinionated, a little self-absorbed, and positively too sarcastic for your own good. Because the two of you got along so well, he kept you under his wing for a good portion of the first few months you stayed at the compound, until you started venturing out on your own.

“Stevie, what’s wrong?”

Your words pulled him out of his thoughts again, the slight pout on your lips showing your concern.

Steve shook his head, giving you a small smile. “Nothin’. Don’t worry about it.”

You gave him a slightly disbelieving frown, but nodded hesitantly anyways.

“Right. Well,” you said through a sigh, “Fury wants me to go on this stupid mission with Nat, and I really don’t wanna.”

Punctuating your sentence with a pout, you crossed your arms and plopped yourself down on the couch beside him. He noticed the way the light caught your lips, probably made up in that cherry lip balm you always used.

She’s just a kid. Just a kid, he had to keep reminding himself.

“What mission, angel?” the nickname slipped from his lips easily, used to being said, and used to being heard.

You blew out a breath of frustrated air, picking at the hem of your sleeve before you spoke.

“Somethin�� high-risk, only Nat and I can do it, he said,” you muttered.

“What do you mean only you and Nat?” Steve asked, mind already reeling the second you uttered the words “high-risk”.

You shrugged lamely, looking up at him through your lashes with disappointed eyes. “’Cuz we’re girls, and have the same skills, I guess.”

Something about the words you said, and the way you said them, made Steve’s stomach jump up into his throat, made his heart slow its beating down, made him clench his jaw.

High-risk missions were high-risk for a reason. They were dangerous, even for Thor, or himself, let alone you. Precious you, with your glossy lips and bright eyes, nimble hands and loud laugh. Steve took in a deep breath, before getting up from the couch. Your head shot up, eyes following him as he stood in front of you, a new determination crossing his features.

“I’m talking to him.”

“Stevie, you-”

“I’m talking to him.”

His tone of voice made you recoil, and you nodded.

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“She’s just a kid, Fury!”

“A very capable kid, Rogers,” the director replied coldly.

“Still doesn’t change the fact that there are more experienced agents ready to do this mission-”

“It has to be her and Romanoff, and I will not elaborate on this further.”

Steve stared at him, carefully calculating his poker face (and apparently failing), because he couldn’t let Fury know - he couldn’t let anyone know - he was burning inside.

The mission Fury was sending you on made Steve’s blood boil, a silent underlying fear for your safety clenching his gut. Undercover in Vegas? For a 19 year old girl? Real classy, even for Nick. The director had told him some more details, something along the lines of Sicilian mafia, and drug laundering, and casinos, but Steve couldn’t have been bothered to listen anymore, the anger making blood rush in his ears at a defeaning tone.

Steve left Fury’s office with a slam of the door behind him, storming down the hall, taking deep breaths in an attempt to calm himself before going to see you again.

Everyone knew he had a soft spot for you, he didn’t really do a good job of hiding it. They figured it out the day you made the team breakfast, serving everyone pancakes. Steve thanked you, ate them with a smile on his face, and thanked you again before placing a chaste kiss to the top of your head, then left.

Steve didn’t like pancakes.

Despite the fact that, over the months and months of knowing you, Steve had taken it upon himself to make sure you had everything you wanted and needed, he still didn’t want you to see him this angry. It would worry you, he knew, and it was something he tried to avoid.

Finding himself standing in front of your bedroom door, Steve knocked on it softly, and entered only after he heard your voice calling out for him to come in.

Shutting it behind him, his eyes found you sprawled out face-down on your stomach, across your pink and white comforter. Steve had been in your room enough times for movie nights and emotional venting that he knew every aspect of it, where each knick-knack stood on your shelves, the grand total of three stuffed animals on your bed (one of which you had begged Steve to buy for your birthday, and when you looked at him like that, how could he resist?), the pattern on your favorite pajamas, even the number of nail polishes stacked across your makeup table.

It was things like those that made Steve mentally kick himself for thinking the way he did. She’s just a kid.

Your face was half-smushed into your pillow, peering up at him as he made his way over to your bed and sat next to you.

Reflexively, as it had so many times before, his large hand rested on the back of your thigh, thumb stroking back and forth as he stared at you, concern marring his features.

You whined, shoving your face deeper into your pillow. “I don’t wanna go, Stevie.”

Your words were muffled, and he chuckled.

“I know, angel. But you gotta. Orders are orders.”

Silence filled the room, and for a moment Steve thought you suffocated in your pillow.

A groan left your body, and you lifted your head. Turning your body to the side, to face Steve, you pouted, blowing a few stray strands of hair out of your face. Steve raised his brows at you in amusement.

“I’m too lazy to pack,” you muttered, absently pointing to the foot of your bed, where Steve saw your open suitcase laying on the floor, garments of clothing and mismatched shoes surrounding it.

At the sight of it, Steve’s chest tightened again. He had almost forgotten Fury told him it would be a five day mission. He drew his eyes back to yours, and you could tell he wasn’t happy about the situation. Your hand found his, and you squeezed it tightly, grounding him and drawing his mind into yours with a simple touch. He was fucked.

“I’ll help.”

When he offered to help, Steve hadn’t really accounted for the fact that all the clothes you were supposed to pack were going to be... well, definitely not what dames in the 40s wore.

He couldn’t help the blush that tinged his cheeks whenever you’d throw a silk slip dress at him to put in the suitcase, or matching sets of lingerie that he would find himself staring at too long for his own good.

“You’re kidding, right?”

His unamused tone made you turn around, finding him staring at you with an incredulous look on his face, holding out a skirt in front of him.

“What?” you shrugged.

“This? This can’t even- this doesn’t-”

His stuttering made you smirk. You knew what he meant; the skirt was inappropriately short, but it had to be if you wanted this mission to go to plan.

“Just shush and throw it in, Stevie.”

You heard him sigh disappointedly behind you. “Alright, whatever you say.”

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Day two of your stupid mission in stupid Las Vegas that stupid Fury sent you on for five stupid days.

At least, that’s what Steve was thinking as he watched you sit down in a too-short dress and too-high heels at a poker table with four men who looked too greasy and grimy for his taste. The quality of the CCTV cameras he was watching you on was shit, but it was enough for him to be able to see where you were and who you were with.

And he did not like who you were with right now.

“Stefano Ricci,” Tony said behind his shoulder, pointing a finger at the screen. The man right next to you. From Steve’s point of view, you seemed to be smiling and nodding politely at whatever he was saying, sitting at the table with your elbows resting upon it. From your point of view, you were trying your hardest to inch your crossed legs away from his wandering hand, his attempts to rest it on your thigh falling short as you moved slightly whenever he got to close.

His slicked back hair shined in the colorful casino lights, eyes darkened with a shadow that made you uncomfortable every time he smiled at you, silver tooth winking at you. His friends weren’t any better: all of them looked like the human personifications of some variation of the word “slimy”.

You and Natasha had planned beforehand, as you got ready in your room: you would sit on one side of the table, she would sit on the other. Throw all your femme fatale skills you could possibly muster into charming these disgusting men enough to gain their trust and head with them to their own hotel room.

Which is exactly what happened.

After a couple hours of fake smiles and air-headed laughter, an occasional bat of the eyelashes and a brush of their arm, and the two of you were set.

“Mr. Ricci,” you pouted in a breathy voice that you had only ever used when you needed something.

“Please, amore mio, call me Stefano.”

His heavy accent and nasally voice made you cringe internally as he held open the door of his suite for you - you stepped inside, Natasha hot on your heels, hanging on to the arm of another man. Giovanni, you had heard them say.

You smiled politely at him, side-eyeing Nat when they turned their backs to you. The two of you were there only to study and gather the layout of the suite - the attack would be later on - but you knew you still had to be careful. Your heart pounded in your chest at the prospect of these men finding out you had even the slightest connection to SHIELD, or the Avengers.

“Stefano,” you corrected yourself, taking the drinking he offered you gratefully. “We’re so glad to keep you company.”

You looked at Natasha as you spoke, and she nodded with an innocent look on her face, pout painting her red lips.

“It’s not everyday we get to meet men like you...”

Your sentence trailed off, as you feigned a chaste smile, looking off to the side.

You heard him chuckle, and the sound made your stomach churn.

“Well, angelo, today’s your lucky day,” he grinned, taking a sip of his own drink.

It took everything in you not to grimace at the name. Angel. Your mind went to Steve, his voice in the back of your brain telling you to be careful, his eyes gazing into yours right before you got on the jet and left. A wave of something akin to homesickness washed over you, hit you at once, like someone poured a bucket of ice water over your head, and you suddenly wanted this mission to be over as soon as possible so you could come back to him.

On the CCTV, Steve watched you carefully. There was only one camera in the entire suite, and it was facing the living room where you were currently being seated. He stared at you, your smile never faltering despite the millions of thoughts he knew must be running through your head. He felt a heavy hand on his shoulder, and turned to see Tony watching him with apologetic eyes. Steve took a deep breath, turning his focus back to the screen, where you were currently laughing at something Ricci had said, resting your hand on his arm. He felt his blood boil at the sight, at the way this weasel of a man watched you with snake-like intent. That much was clear even through the crappy cameras.

Panic washed over him when Ricci grabbed your hand, standing you up and leading you somewhere away from the living room; away from the only camera in the suite; away from Steve’s watchful eye. He saw you turn your head back slightly towards Natasha, and he couldn’t see her face because her back was turned to the camera, but he was 99% sure this wasn’t part of your original plan.

Going, going, going, and... gone. You were gone, out of view of the camera, Natasha’s head turning after you, wherever you went. Steve felt his heart burst.

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A five day mission turned two.

Well, two and a half. You counted the few hours it took for extraction to come and get you. And the couple hours it took to wash the blood out of your hair and satin dress. Dumb motherfucker, this was a custom Dior.

It wasn’t your fault, technically. It was supposed to be five days, just for safety measures and technicalities and all that crap, but it was his own fault for cutting his life short like that.

The minute that scumbag Stefano Ricci grabbed you by your hand and tugged you away, you knew you were fucked. Fucked, if fucked meant ruining one of your most expensive dresses because some asshole couldn’t keep his grimy hands to himself.

As he tugged you into one of the many lavish, secluded bedrooms of the huge suite, your mind was already going over the knife strapped to your thigh, the gun hidden in your purse that was hanging off the crook of your elbow, and every single self defense tactic you had ever learned. A slam against the marble wall, rough hands travelling underneath your dress, wet lips on your neck and before you knew it the scene changed into a slit throat, disheveled hair and red staining satin. And a body on the floor. This was gonna be a bitch to clean up.

You came back to the living room to find Natasha with a gun in her hand, not a living, breathing soul in the suite but the two of you. She asked you what happened with frantic eyes and comforting touches, but you shrank from her touch subtly, sparing her the details.

“He’s been dealt with.”

“Dealt with? What the h-”

“I said it’s done, Nat. We’re leaving.”

You gave the same half-assed explanation, bare of details, to extraction when they picked you up. And gave the same half-assed explanation to any other agent who asked on the flight back, even as you changed and freshened up. You stayed silent the rest of the trip, mind running a mile a minute but staying completely still at the same time.

You stayed silent as you got off the jet, and as you walked back into the compound, suitcase trailing behind you. Turned out you didn’t need as many clothes as you thought you would. Stayed silent as you shut your bedroom door, and sat on the edge of your bed, staring at the floor.

You kept telling yourself, trying to convince yourself: you had to. He was a bad person and you had to. That’s what you kept repeating to yourself, muttering the words numbly as you unpacked mindlessly.

A knock on your door drew you out of your thoughts. You had spent the last few hours after coming back in a state of purgatory, a limbo of neither here nor there. Neither present nor distant. Which was why you were only half surprised when you looked out the window to see it was dark out, and Steve was stepping into your room with a cup of tea and the comfort of a smile on his face.

It was like the sight of him pumped oxygen back into your lungs, and the fog hanging over your brain cleared a bit when he held his arms out after setting the cup of tea down.

You fell into them, slamming yourself against his chest and squeezing tight, tight, tight, so tight he thought he would burst but he was fine with it because you were here, you were here and you were in one piece and in his arms again. Steve buried his face into your neck, one hand gripping the back of your head.

“I missed you,” he mumbled, and you rolled your eyes teasingly.

“I was gone for two days.”

“Three.”

“Yeah, okay, three.”

You pulled back, hands resting on his shoulders as you looked up at him. “Don’t get all soft on me, old man. I’m fine, aren’t I?”

He nodded, slowly, eyes dropping from your face down to travel across your body. All of a sudden, his face paled and he looked up at your face desperately. Soft, hesitant fingers reached out to your thigh, tracing shapes into the skin, bare, only in your sleep shorts. Your eyes followed his fingers and a sense of dread filled you when you saw what he was so afraid to touch. Small bruises in the shape of fingers littered your hip, slowly going purple. Something else caught your eye, and you shifted it to glance at your arm. More bruises, around your bicep.

Steve called out your name, but you zoned out. His voice sounded like it came from the end of a tunnel as you stood frozen, mind involuntarily replaying the events of the night before.

“I knew it,” he muttered into your ear, back slammed against the cold wall behind you.

“I knew you were a little fucking whore, I could tell by the way you looked at me.”

You winced at his words, his hot breath against your face reeking of alcohol and stale cigarette smoke. You tried to push him off, but he had more upper body strength than you, and slammed your back to the wall again, fingers digging into your hip threateningly.

“I could tell by the way you looked at me that you wanted me to fuck you,” he sneered, licking a stripe along your neck, and a shiver ran down your spine.

“I don’t want anything from you,” you said through clenched teeth, raising your hand in an attempt to slap him, but he grabbed your arm and tugged it down.

Eyes glinting maliciously, he grinned at you as you felt his other hand raise your dress, calloused palm gravelling against your skin. A burning rage took over your body, and you managed to rip your arm out of his grasp long enough to snatch the knife tied to your upper thigh. You swung, up, up, up, into his neck, into his throat. He stumbled back, away from you, and you followed, jaw clenched and hand covered in blood.

You blinked, and through teary eyes, you saw Steve’s face flooded with concern looking back at you.

“Stevie, it was horrible.”

It came out as a whisper, but he heard, and he pulled you into him again. Bodies rocking back and forth, his hand rubbing your back, cheek rested against the top of your head. Your knees went weak beneath you, and you fell. Steve fell with you, sinking to the ground, holding you tight in the hopes that he could squeeze the bad memories out of your mind.

He felt his heart thump wildly in his chest. Was it in anger, pain, love, he didn’t exactly know, but whatever it was, it ate him up and swallowed him whole, chewing and chewing until there was nothing left but the broken bones that promised to care for you forever. It was failure, maybe. The idea that he wasn’t there to save you.

You let the tears fall slowly, wetting the cotton of Steve’s shirt. Your fingers clutched onto it, stretching out the material, and it pulled at his throat but he couldn’t care less because he would face death several times over if it helped you.

“Please... please-”

You didn’t know what you were begging for, just that you needed it like air as you wrapped your body around Steve’s, legs hugging his waist and sniffling into his shoulder.

He took a deep breath, clenching his eyes shut as he rocked you.

“I’m here,” he muttered. “I’m here, angel.”

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Three hours of crying on the floor later and Steve had finally picked you up, placing you softly on the bed. You had grabbed his hand (soft and warm, so unlike Ricci’s rough and careless ones), and begged him to stay with you.

“Of course I’ll stay,” he told you, as if it was out of the question that he would even think about leaving you.

You focused on his heavy arm draped across your waist, his steady chest moving with each breath against your back, the small kisses his lips would litter across your cheek and temple. Eventually, when you were calm enough, a few sniffles still managing to break their way through your breathing, you turned around in his hold to face him.

Steve looked down at you, eyes blue and swimming with commiseration. You stayed quiet, thinking. Thinking, and thinking, and thinking, and Steve could very clearly see the gears in your mind turning, but he said nothing, letting you decide what you wanted to say at your own pace.

“He would’ve said it was my fault.”

Your sentence confused him. You could tell by the line between his brows whenever he furrowed them, eyes narrowing just the slightest.

“My father,” you said.

Steve’s face relaxed in understanding, then hardened again with realization at what you had said. A sigh left your lips and you shoved your head further into his chest, searching for comfort. His arm draped over your back, and you could hear the steady thrum of his heart.

“Your father?” he asked quietly. You nodded against his chest to the best of your ability.

“Yeah.”

The word hung in the air like a poisonous gas.

“He would... he would take me with him to work, and make me sit in the corner of the room when he had meetings.”

Steve was soundless, waiting for you to continue, even though he knew he wasn’t going to like what he heard.

“I was supposed to sit there, and not move a muscle, or say anything. But you know,” you shrugged against his chest, “sometimes I had to sneeze, or cough or something.”

He felt his blood pressure rise with each word you said. You continued, deciding to bare it all for him.

“I remember one day, I really had to use the bathroom, like, really bad. And I tried to keep it in, I swear I did, but I had to ask him to go.”

“And did he let you?” Steve’s voice was hard, hollow. Angry.

“He did. But I paid for it when we got home.”

Your voice dropped to a whisper, afraid of his reaction, so you kept your gaze down.

Your head rose and fell with the deep breath Steve took, before his hand found your chin and he lifted your head up to get a better look at you.

“You know you didn’t deserve it, right?”

You stared at him, eyes flicking between his, then down to his lips, then up to his eyes again. You nodded.

“I do. I know now.”

“Good.”

A kiss to your forehead.

“And you know I’ll protect you, always.”

You nodded again, “I know, Stevie.”

“With my life, if I have to,” he whispered, and you closed your eyes.

“I know.”

“I love you, angel.”

“I know that, too. But I love you more.”

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classic80sand90smovieloves2 · 4 years ago

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Masterlist

A list of my old writing that you can request I revise

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Pretty in Pink

Andie Walsh

Duckie Dale

Blane McDonagh

Steff McKee

Sixteen Candles

Jake Ryan

The Lost Boys

Paul

Dwayne

Poly Lost Boys

Edgar Frog

The Breakfast Club

Brian Johnson

John Bender

Andrew Clark

The Outsiders

Sodapop Curtis

Dallas Winston

Two-Bit Mathews

Rumblefish

Steve Hays

Ferris Buellers Day Off

Cameron Frye

Karate Kid

Daniel Larusso

Johnny Lawrence

Dutch

Heathers

Veronica Sawyer

Jason Dean

Fast Times at Ridgemont High

Jeff Spicoli

Brad Hamilton

Better Off Dead

Lane Meyer

Weird Science

Gary Wallace

Wyatt Donnelly

Dream A Little Dream

Dinger Holfield

Bill and Teds Excellent Adventure

Bill S. Preston Esquire

Ted Logan

Dating Poly Bill and Ted

The Princess Bride

Inigo Montoya

Interview with the Vampire

Louis de Pointe du Lac

Children of the Corn

Malachai Boardman

National Lampoons

Rusty Griswold (European Vacation)

Cant Buy Me Love

Kenneth Wurman

The Chocolate War

Jerry Renault

Archie Costello

The Mighty Ducks

Fulton Reed

Dean Portman

Adam Banks

Les Averman

Porkys

Brian Schwartz

Anthony ‘Meat’ Tuperello

Tommy Turner

Tim Cavanaugh

Mickey Jarvis

Just One of the Guys

Terry Griffith

Greg Tolan

Dead Poets Society

Neil Perry

Todd Anderson

Charlie Dalton

Knox Overstreet

Steven Meeks

Earth Girls are Easy

Mac

Combat Academy

Perry Barnett

Waynes World

Garth Algar

Austin Powers

Toy Soldiers

Ricardo Montoya

Good Will Hunting

Chuckie Sullivan

10 Things I Hate About You

Joey Donner

My Bodyguard

Ricky Linderman

Melvin Moody

Stand and Deliver

Angel Guzman

Something Wild

Ray Sinclair

Three O’Clock High

Buddy Revell

Intruder

Randy

Young Guns

Jose Chavez y Chavez

Billy the Kid

Doc Scurlock

Dazed and Confused

Benny O’Donnell

Don Dawson

Kevin Pickford

Randall “Pink” Floyd

Fred O’Bannion

Mitch Kramer

Ron Slater

Shavonne Wright

Dogfight

Eddie Birdlace

Ladybugs

Matthew

Goosebumps

Sticks

Freddy Renfield

Twister

Robert ‘Rabbit’ Nurick

Stand by me

Ace Merrill

School Ties

Rip Van Kelt

Chris Reece

The Untouchables

Eliot Ness

The Godfather

Tom Hagen

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Goodfellas

Henry Hill

Little Shop of Horrors

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Newsies

Specs

Near Dark

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Friday the 13th

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Scream

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Poly Billy and Stu

Stu Macher

The Craft

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Beetlejuice

Lydia Deetz

Adam Maitland

The Crow

Eric Draven

Ghostbusters

Ray Stantz

Aliens

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An American Werewolf in London

Jack Goodman

Sleepaway Camp

Ricky Thomas

Re-animator

Herbert West

Silence of the Lambs

Clarice Starling

Fright Night

Jerry Dandridge

Candyman

Daniel Robitaille

The Evil Dead

Ash Williams

Sabrina the Teenage Witch

Harvey Kinkle

Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Spike

Full Metal Jacket

Sgt. Hartman

Joker

Animal Mother

Pyle

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Grease

Kenickie

Labyrinth

Jareth

Total Recall

Douglas Quaid

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Darry falling for Johnny’s sister

Allison Reynolds dating a shy nerdy girl

Starting a family with Cameron Frye

Making out with Cameron Frye

Cameron Frye comforting you when you’re upset

Getting drunk with the Ferris Bueller crew

Gary Wallace dating a tall girl

George Mcfly with a dominant flirty s/o

Comforting and being comforted by Will Hunting

Will Hunting having a crush on you

Being apart of the good will hunting gang

Armand with a virgin s/o (including nsfw)

Lestat and Louis dating a girl who loves horror movies

Making out with Duckie Dale

Duckie Dale cheering you up

Cliff having a crush on you

Making out with Cliff

Making out with Bryce

Bryce having a crush on you

The Lost Boys with an s/o having an anxiety attack + fighting depression

The Lost Boys with a sweet and innocent s/o

The Lost Boys with a curvy mate

The Lost Boys fighting with their mates

The Lost Boys dating a shy short girl

The Lost Boys taking care of you when you’re hurt

Getting drunk with the Lost Boys would include

David x Laddies older sister

Making out with Edgar Frog

Being Married to Archie Costello

Going to the beach with Archie Costello

Making out with Archie Costello

Darrys girlfriend landing a job at a local cafe as a singer

Making out with Kenneth Wurman

Being Cindys friend and Ronalds crush

Harold Sherbico having a crush

Kim Kelly dating her polar opposite

Neil Perry dating an artist

Making out with Charlie Dalton

Jealous Charlie Dalton

Jealous Knox Overstreet

A study date with Steven Meeks

Spending the winter season with Neil Perry

Comforting Charlie Dalton after he gets expelled

The dead poets walking in on Charlie and his secret, shy girlfriend

Simon Boggs having a crush on Laneys friend

Faking It-Cindy Mancini falling for the girl who paid her to be her friend

Spike having a crush on you

Steff McKee having a crush on you

Marko having a crush on you

David having a crush on you

Paul having a crush on you

Dwayne having a crush on you

Dwayne x vampire reader who dresses like Stevie Nicks

Making out with Keith Nelson

Meat having a crush on Peewees sister

Admit it- Mickey Jarvis and his future s/o having crushes on each other

Being a part of team USA and meeting Adam and Charlie

Dwayne Robertson having a crush on you

Sleepover with Bill and Ted (including nsfw)

Being pregnant with Ted Logans child

Starring in the schools Romeo and Juliet with Ted Logan

Ted Logan asking you to be his valentine

Spending Valentines day with Steff McKee

Spending Valentines day with Steven Meeks

Spending Valentines day with Keith Nelson

Spending your first Valentines day with Bryce

Wishing I Was Her (Nick Andopolis)

If You Want Out Just Say It (Ace Merrill)

Going on the Ferris adventure

Going on your own adventure with Cameron Frye

Making out with Randall ‘Pink’ Floyd

Travelling back in time with Marty McFly

Tommy Devito dating a chubby artist

Years Gone By (Michael Corleone)

Sonny Corleone dating his opposite

Phillipe Gaston x reader~ Fairy Tale

Being Fulton's sister and Dating Dean Portman

Comforting Todd when he’s upset

Being married to Bill S. Preston Esquire

Being married to Ted Logan

Spending Halloween/October with Knox Overstreet

Making out with Knox

A will they, won’t they relationship with Seth Brundle

Falling in love with Edward Scissorhands

Dwayne Hicks with an Android!Technician s/o

Private Joker dating an artist

Jareth falling in love with you

Being married to Matt Hooper and going to Amity

The way you make me feel~ John Bender

Being in a long term relationship with JD

J.D. with a chronically ill s/o

Archie with a chronically ill s/o

Making out with Ted Logan

Archibald Craven falling in love

Andy Dufresne falling in love

Nsfw Headcanons~

Group sex with the lost boys

Sam Emerson

Threesome with Obie and Archie

Armand

Archie Costello

(sub) Archie Costello

Obie

Johnny Cade

Cameron Frye

Duckie Dale

Blane

John Bender

Randy (Intruder)

Joey Donner

Kenneth Wurman

Keith Nelson

The Dead Poets Kinks

Knox Overstreet

Charlie Dalton

Steven Meeks

Todd Anderson

Neil Perry

Gerard Pitts

John Bender taking your virginity

Louis de Pointe du Lac

Dinger Holfield

The Lost Boys

Randall ‘Pink’ Floyd

Benny O’donnell

Fred O’Bannion

Cliff

Bryce

Johnny Walker

George Mcfly

Brian Moreland

(sub) Perry Barnett

Bill S. Preston Esquire

Ted Logan

Randy Meeks

Michael Emerson

Nancy Downs

Ray Stantz

Egon Spengler

Spike

Angel Guzman

Sgt. Hartman

Brad Hamilton

Douglas Quaid

Chris (night of the creeps)

Sonny Corleone with a shy, virgin s/o

George Mcfly getting jealous and being dominant

Grease Monkey (Keith Nelson smut)

Sins of the flesh and matters of the heart (David x reader + Dwayne smut)

#80s movies #80s imagine #80s movie imagine #80s movie headcanons #80s smut #80s movie imagines #80s movie headcanon #80s movie smut #90s movies #90s imagine #90s movie headcanon #90s movie imagine #90s movie headcanons #90s tv show imagine #90s tv headcanons

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sarcasticlcves · 2 years ago

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I Missed You

Stevie Turner x Female! reader

Summary~ you and stevie reunite after you abruptly leave from stardom for wwe

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It was the day of your debut and you were backstage getting ready, you just finished up in hair and makeup. You were ready but it seemed like something was missing.

You were in stardom for the longest time, that being your home and where you first started wrestling. You met many people who are still your friends to this day like jamie hayter and bea priestley. But the one that you were closest with was stevie turner.

Many nights when you two were traveling and couldn't sleep you would go to each others hotel rooms and spend the night drinking cheap alcohol eating junk food and watching trashy movies.

You missed it you missed her, you left stardom without saying anything to your friends and of course one of them being stevie. You couldn't bare to see the heartbroken look on her face and the tears in the corners of her eyes.

After you left on a plane to the states is when you realized you fucked up big time. But you couldn't change it so you sucked it up and went to the arena.

Now present day here you are in the gorilla about to go out for your debut match against paige. Your theme music hit and you made your way down to the ring. As you were about to get in the ring you looked at the crowd and seen familiar faces.

Just then you noticed it was jamie, bea, and stevie and they all had shocked looks on there faces. You didn't want to but you turned your full attention to the match at hand

After the match

You couldn't believe it stevie was in first row watching you wrestle. She had her eyes on you during the whole match even after you had won and made your way up the ramp.

"What the hell am I gonna do?" You sat down on the couch in your private locker room with your head in your hands. You decided to not stress yourself anymore and packed your stuff and made your way to your car.

Just before you could step into your car and drive to the hotel you heard somebody yelling for you. "Y/n please wait!" You turned around and seen stevie running at you. When she caught up she embraced you and nuzzled into your neck "why did you leave without telling me?".

You could her in her voice that she was about to cry so you ran your hands through her hair which you knew would calm her down. "Stevie I didn't want to leave without telling you but I couldn't bare to see you heartbroken because of me, so I left without saying anything".

After you said that you felt tears hit your neck and felt Stevie start shaking and you immediately tightened your arms around her. "Shhh I'm here Stevie I'm never gonna leave you again I promise" you whispered into her hair soothingly.

When she finished crying she lifted her head up and looked at you with tear stained cheeks "I love you" she sniffles. "I love you too stevie so much" and you leaned your foreheads together. You closed the gap in between the both of you and kissed her.

After you both parted she smiled and tangled her hands in the baby hair's on the back of your neck "you do know this means I'm coming with you right?" "Love stardom is your home I won't take you away from that".

"No, wherever you go is my home, why do you think I've always followed you are whole careers?" She giggled as you placed a kiss on the tip of her nose. "Alright then next week we'll see what we can do, but for now I want to go to the hotel change into pajamas drink cheap alcohol eat junk food and watch trashy movies that we'll laugh at for the whole night".

"I think we can do that"

#stevie turner #stevie turner x reader #stevie turner wwe #wwe x reader #wwe x you #wwe nxt #wwe nxt uk #wwe

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quokkacore · 4 years ago

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nct 127 + the “worst songs to have sex to” playlist (m)

genre: smut, fluff, crack

pairing: nct 127 x gender neutral reader (no mention of gender specific anatomy, but the reader is the one getting, uhhh.... penetrated)

warnings: explicit sex, language

a/n: this was inspired by a haikyuu reaction (which if i have the time, i’ll come back to edit in). i wrote this at two in the morning while i couldn’t sleep, and it shows. also, i’m not sure if johnny’s is in poor taste or not. i honestly mean no disrespect, but if people get upset, then i’ll take down this post and reupload it with something for him.

here is the playlist, if anyone is curious.

"hey, babe?" your boyfriend sat down on your bed, and you looked up from your phone to meet his eyes.

"what's up?"

"so, i just found this and, uh..." he showed you a spotify playlist, and you stifled a laugh at the title. "oh my god. do you wanna try?"

"well... how bad could it be?"

nsfw under the cut

EDIT: as of aug. 30th 2024, the evil man has been removed from this post.

𝐭 𝐚 𝐞 𝐲 𝐨 𝐧 𝐠

honestly, you weren't sure what you were expecting. you both did your best to try and ignore the music. which was going perfectly fine, until one song faded out and the sound of trumpets filled the room, amidst the sound of taeyong's groans, your whining, and the sound of skin on skin.

soon enough, you realized you heard lionel richie's voice, then stevie wonder's... then tina turner's... then...

"hold on, hold on." taeyong stopped the movement of his hips, and you stared up at him, frustrated. you had been so close, and now, he asked, "is this we are the world?"

you looked to the side for a second. "uhh, i'm pretty sure it is."

taeyong gulped, and right as the chorus hit with a bittersweet, "we are the world, we are the children..." he made a face, and promptly pulled out of you. you winced, watching as he stood. "tae, what the hell?"

"i'm sorry!" he called, leaving the bedroom, "i need to go make a donation to unicef, or something!"

𝐣 𝐨 𝐡 𝐧 𝐧 𝐲

sex with johnny was rarely serious, contrary to popular belief. his carefree and upbeat attitude always meant you were in for playful, mind-blowing sex.

which was why it came as a shock to you when, amidst the both of you bumping noses and giggling into kisses at how silly the songs were, johnny's face fell when a single trumpet blared a single, sad note from the speaker.

you thought for a moment, panting from pleasure, at what song it was. but then you realized that the song, taps, was the song played at american military funerals. johnny, an american first and foremost, had already realized that.

"john? are you okay...?"

"i can't do this," he mumbled in a daze, before getting up, muttering to himself about showing some respect.

you don't have sex for another two weeks because johnny refuses to look you in the eye.

𝐝 𝐨 𝐲 𝐨 𝐮 𝐧 𝐠

surely, doyoung would be able to ignore the songs. he does... to an extent. you don't even make it past foreplay until the sound of violins and funky disco music fill the room. doyoung lets out a laugh as he shoves a second finger, realizing that the playlist has bestowed dancing queen upon you both. "abba? really?"

you both laugh a little, but continue anyway. your head falls onto the mattress, whining as doyoung's long fingers twist and turn inside of you. you could feel something bubbling in the pit of your stomach...

could. key word.

then you realized that doyoung was humming and bopping his head along to the melody as he did so, and you broke out into laughter. doyoung froze, wide eyed as he watched you lose your shit, not even realizing he'd been what had caused you to.

"y-you were humming and moving along to the beat!" you said in between cackles, curling up on yourself.

"it's catchy..." doyoung mumbled, "i couldn't help myself..."

𝐲 𝐮 𝐭 𝐚

you were so, so close. yuta had slung your legs over his shoulders in an effort to hit deeper, and it was doing wonders.

you were whining his name when a familiar synth beat caught your ear, and evidently, it caught your boyfriend's attention as well. he stopped moving, and you pouted, your orgasm creeping away from you.

you looked up at him, low key pissed to see him bopping along to what is love. no, not twice's what is love, unfortunately. the corny, meme-worthy, 90s what is love by haddaway.

"baby, don't hurt me," he sang teasingly, "don't hurt me, no more,"

you glowered at him from underneath him. "i was so close," you grumbled, slapping him lightly on the arm. he gasped in mock indignation, lifting an arm to his forehead as if he were about to faint.

"you hurt me!" he said dramatically, "after i specifically told you not to!"

needless to say, no one orgasms that night.

𝐣 𝐚 𝐞 𝐡 𝐲 𝐮 𝐧

jaehyun's ability to reduce you to a moaning mess during sex never failed to impress you.

what did fail, though, was his reaction to the law and order: svu theme song playing while you were sucking him off. you were on your knees, bobbing your head along his dick and digging your nails into the defined v-line of his hipbones when the distinct first notes of the tv show's theme song interrupted his deep groans of satisfaction.

"law and order?" he says with a breathy chuckle, "man, my mom loves that show."

you pull off a second later, looking a bit perplexed. "please, don't ever, ever mention your mom while i'm sucking your dick again."

his smile falls. "shit, i made it weird, didn't i?"

"no shit."

the next time jaehyun's mom swings by your shared apartment for a visit, she's a bit confused as to why neither of you can hold eye contact for more than five seconds.

𝐣 𝐮 𝐧 𝐠 𝐰 𝐨 𝐨

you don't know what to say. one minute you're clinging to your boyfriend, whimpering into his ear as he hits a spot that has you seeing stars. your eyes are screwed shut and your hips are bucking against his as you cry out his name.

then, axel f (known to most as crazy frog) blares through the speaker, and the both of you stop moving as you're both reminded of the badly animated, obnoxious, purple frog from the music video.

you stare at jungwoo, whose sour expression matches yours. he meets your gaze, and seconds later, the two of you are cracking up at the continuous "ding! ding!" noises coming from the song.

"this was a horrible idea," he mumbles, and you nod in agreement. "you don't say."

he gets up and turns off the music, and somehow, you both manage to finish without thinking about it.

but then jungwoo boops your nose twice while the two of you are cuddling and goes, "ding, ding," and you both promptly lose your shit again.

𝐦 𝐚 𝐫 𝐤

your thighs are starting to burn, but you don't care. you ride mark like you have something to prove, doing your best to ignore the obnoxious playlist in the background.

mark is having the time of his life, groaning loudly, eyes screwed shut, head fallen back against the pillows and gripping your hips while he ruts up into you.

then the previous song ends, and suddenly the next song starts with an exciting swell of violins, and the next thing you know, you hear a choir sing, "o canada, our home and native land..."

mark's eyes snap open and he freezes inside of you at the realization. you stare at him for a few moments and somehow, just by the sound of the canadian national anthem, you literally feel mark's dick start to go soft inside of you.

your face morphs from confusion, then horror, and finally, dissatisfaction.

you flop down next to mark, and turn to face him.

"you okay?" you ask, and try your best not to laugh when mark turns a deep shade of red.

"let's never mention this again."

𝐡 𝐚 𝐞 𝐜 𝐡 𝐚 𝐧

good god, donghyuck doesn't even make it past the first song.

see, he pounces on you before you can press shuffle, pressing needy kisses against your mouth. you kiss him back for a few moments, moaning when he slips his tongue into your mouth.

when he pulls you into his lap to grind against him, you pull away and giggle. "hyuck, aren't we gonna listen to the music?"

"huh? oh yeah, baby, sorry. just press play."

you do, meeting donghyuck's eyes as you wait for the first song to play, and you both jump when a loud, raspy voice yells, "i'm a goofy goober! ROCK!"

You purse your lips, wondering whether to laugh or not. you look at hyuck, who is trying to hold back laughter as goofy goober rock continues to ruin the mood.

"so..."

"i changed my mind," donghyuck says, probably thinking of spongebob, "i don't wanna do this anymore."

so, you find an easier solution. you turn off the music, and awkwardly cuddle for the rest of the night, occasionally breaking into fits of laughter at the absurdity of having almost fucked to spongebob music.

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buckybarnesbingo · 5 years ago

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BBB Week 7 Roundup! We are just four submissions short of a HUNDRED fics on AO3, but we have 149 fills total that have been submitted! That is awesome! If you’ve missed any, make sure to hit up this roundup as well as the previous ones!

And don’t forget, late card requests are open for two more days! Now is the time!

Title: a(void) me Collaborator: sleepoverwork Link: AO3 Square Filled: Y3 - Happy Ship: Bucky & Sam Rating: Gen Major Tags: CA:WS angst and hopeful ending Summary: The Asset knows the mission and nothing else. The Asset needs nothing else… until he finds that he wants. Word Count: 3268

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Title: A Real Page Turner Collaborator: carnival_of_rust Link: Tumblr Square Filled: B1 - Always Ship: Stucky Rating: Mature Major Tags: art, nudity Summary: "Which position should we try first, Stevie?"

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Title: JARVIS, do we have a protocol for rats? Collaborator: flintrage Link: AO3 Square Filled: B3 - Stowaway Ship: Bucky & Avengers Rating: Gen Major Tags: none Summary: There's a rat on the helicarrier - a tame one, at that. Fortunately, the team has Bucky "Resident Rat Lover" Barnes to step in and deal with it. Word Count: 829

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Title: Unknown Number Collaborator: Ribbonsflying Link: AO3 Square Filled: C2 - Angst Ship: Stucky Rating: Gen Major Tags: referenced character death, mourning/grieving Summary: Bucky actually programmed the number into his cell phone and saved it under “Call drops. Speak quickly!” so he would remember for whenever the person tried to contact him again. Word Count: 2374

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Title: Brass Collaborator: phoenixgryphon Link: Tumblr Square Filled: U2 - AU: Steampunk Ship: none Rating: Gen Major Tags: art Summary: art of Steampunk Bucky

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Title: A Night at the Nat - Chapter 3 Collaborator: Politzania Link: AO3 Square Filled: Y5 - Pining Ship: WinterIronHawk Rating: Teen Major Tags: werewolf & supernatural AU, minor injuries/blood Summary: As a thank-you Clint is invited to join Tony Stark and his partner for dinner at one of the fanciest restaurants in the city. It turns out Clint and Bucky have already met. Word Count: 3308

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Title: these words tattooed on my wrist Collaborator: jurassicworjd Link: AO3 Square Filled: C3 - Tattoos Ship: WinterHawk Rating: Teen Major Tags: swearing Summary: Fuck. Shit. Goddamnit. Stupid fucking stairs are tattooed on Bucky’s wrist. Why? Bucky has no idea. He doesn’t understand why his soulmate couldn’t have a normal greeting, or even really cute words like most people have on their wrist. But no, not Bucky. Of course not. Word Count: 2092

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Title: Feel Me, Completely Collaborator: SierraNovembr Link: AO3 Square Filled: C3 - Free Ship: WinterIronWidow Rating: Explicit Major Tags: Threesome – F/M/M, PWP, blow job, PIV sex, frottage, established relationship Summary: Bucky pondered just how expensive Tony’s pants could actually be. Or, Bucky, Nat, and Tony reconnect after a separation. Word Count: 2374

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Title: Welcome to the Club Collaborator: tisfan Link: AO3 Square Filled: Y4 - Collateral Damage Ship: WinterIronFalcon Rating: Gen Major Tags: some homophobic language, homophobic parents, Howard Stark’s A+ parenting, pre-slash, possible threesome much much later Summary: Bucky’s getting some use out of his terrible Christmas Present. Unfortunately, Tony gets in the way. Word Count: 1580

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Title: Thinking of You Collaborator: arrowsandmixtapes Link: Tumblr Square Filled: C3 - Free space Ship: Bucky/Reader Rating: Mature Major Tags: Smut, drinking Summary: Hey, I have a Saturday night request: Bucky and/or Steve x Reader. Reader sends a tipsy text message stating her true feelings towards the guys. when she gets home they confront her on it. Smutty fluffy etc it’s up to you! Thanks so much! Word Count: 1705

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Title: Killing Jane Collaborator: iamartemisday Link: AO3 Square Filled: C4 - Bucky/Natasha Ship: Bucky/Jane/Natasha Rating: Teen Major Tags: assassins and hitmen Summary: When Bucky Barnes and Natasha Romanov were sent to kill Jane Foster, they never expected the mission to end like this. But maybe they should’ve. Word Count: 2396

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Title: Pressing You Down Collaborator: darter_blue Link: AO3 Square Filled: U3 - That wasn’t nice Ship: Stucky Rating: Explicit Major Tags: explicit sexual content Summary: Steve Rogers is a master tactician, a supersoldier, a born leader. So why is it, as the team are closing in on an epic mission, two years in the making, that Bucky Barnes (and his thighs, lets face it, men have bled for less) and the possibility of he and Steve having a future together, might be enough to compromise everything his team have worked so long for. Actually, maybe it doesn’t have to… Maybe everything is about to work it exactly as Steve’s wants it to? Well… A man can dream. Word Count: 8639

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Title: Into the unknown - Chapter 3 Collaborator: diner_drama Link: AO3 Square Filled: U4 - Frozen AU Ship: Stucky Rating: Teen Major Tags: Frozen AU Summary: Bucky was fast asleep when the call came again, jolting him into consciousness. Instantly wide awake, he sprang to the window and flung open the shutters, the better to seek out the intoxicating voice that had been haunting his every waking hour. The echoes of the melodious sound filled him with a yearning and a cold fire that he had no way to name, stirring something deep inside him, a voice that he had long ignored that told him that he needed to find his way home, and that his home could not be found within these walls. The voice continued, growing in intensity and ringing in his ears, pulling his heart out through his chest and out into the the night, soaring across the vast seas to the frozen North. Slipping on his shoes, he walked out onto the balcony, following the sound of the call. Word Count: 1945

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Title: N/A Collaborator: zainniko Link: Tumblr Square Filled: U2 - Letting Go Ship: none Rating: Gen Major Tags: art Summary: [Fanart] Bucky and… Other Bucky!

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Title: Now I'm Addicted To Your Fix Collaborator: gabby227 Link: AO3 Square Filled: B3 - Warm and Fuzzy Ship: Stucky Rating: Explicit Major Tags: Smut, Explicit Sexual Content Summary: Steve and Bucky spend an afternoon in bed together. Word Count: 2050

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Title: glitter in the air Collaborator: jurassicworjd Link: AO3 Square Filled: K5 - Glitter Ship: Steve/Bucky/Sam Rating: Gen Major Tags: slight swearing Summary: Steve volunteers him and Bucky to watch Peter when Tony needs to go to an important business meeting for Stark Industries. Bucky's only been back for a few months, and doesn't quite trust himself around others, let alone a child. Word Count: 1994

#buckybarnesbingo2020 #bbb2020 #weekly roundup #bbb weekly roundup #week 7 roundup #bbb week 7

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